Lost in Lylat

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Fox or its characters. The rights to those go to Nintendo/Rare and the rest of their respective owners. However, I DO own Krux, my OC.

Note: It's my first Fan Fiction, so R&R. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Flaming is not.

This is not set in any particular point in the Star Fox series.

Also, Flashbacks and Thoughts will be in italics.

Other than that, enjoy!

Krux flees his home planet Aromiya, torn apart by a Great War, looking for a fresh start. When his escape pod drifts into the loading dock of the Great Fox, he is mislabeled as an intruder and is confronted by Star Fox. The team lets him join and sees him as just a human with natural flying talent. Yet, most of his past is unknown to the team. That is, until a ritual that links to Krux's past crosses into the unexplained.

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Prologue: Krux's Escape

I have to get out of here.

Krux, a human with subtle green streaks through his skin, prepared to go AWOL. Krux felt that he had served in the Forces long enough, especially the Aerial Forces. After all of the heartache he had suffered, he knew the only way to survive was to leave. The Great War was ripping Aromiya, his earth-like home planet, apart. He needed to get out of there, and he had a plan to do just that.

He crept through the Research Wing of the base to steal an escape pod, which Krux had to modify the rocket to burn long enough to break through the atmosphere. After fitting the module engine into the escape pod, he dragged his invention outside the base. After he was sure security wasn't aware of what he was doing, Krux proceeded to climb in.

Amid bombs, lasers, and shooting aircraft, Krux fired up the escape pod. He took one last look at his home planet, Aromiya. As soon as he broke through the atmosphere, he tool one last look at Aromiya. His last image was Aromiya being blown to bits by massive bombs launched by both sides.

He drifted in space for what seemed like an eternity. He kept a rigid face on, lost in thought. That is, until he landed...