Collaboration of Dissent
Chapter Zero: Introduction
Disclaimer: I do not own Starfox. At all. None. Whatsoever.
Hello everyone, this is Killswitch, known for my only fic, Engaging the Darkness. Well, my only fic until now, that is. This is Collaboration of Dissent, a darker, more intellectual story that pertains to the storyline of Command, without the Anglers, Star Wolf, or any other minor characters that derive from the plot (A note, please imagine the characters with their Assault models. A 28 year old that's four foot eight just... doesn't convey well with me. Sorry.). From now on, we'll be telling the story with a small, but important number of pro/antagonists.
Now, a short dialogue from our main protagonist to entice you into reading what is soon to be a, hopefully, appealing Internet novel.
By the way, this has absolutely NOTHING to do with Engaging the Darkness.
That being said... Enjoy.
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We are built similar. No matter how much we differ from each other, we will always have thoughts that align perfectly with the society we live in.
We thrive to make it through the day. We struggle through hardships. We undergo numerous obstacles in life. Among all of these, we combine our efforts together, thus proving that our relevance, against all odds, will prevail. And yet... there are those who go through a period of solitude, of loneliness. Whether or not they choose to isolate is their own, but we will often find ourselves caught in the web of withdrawal.
Those who are alone become scared, helpless, and meek. To be in such a situation is both familiar and terrifying. When we are deserted for far too long, we lose our will to live. We may not die, but the damage is done. For a friend to accompany us throughout the everlasting road of life is a safe haven that we may bask in, knowing we are safe and secure. We will never stray from them. Our hands will never leave theirs.
That promise is hard to keep.
There are things we must admit are certain. We all need comfort. We all need each other. No one wants to die alone.
For some of us... it seems destined.
Such is my life.
My name is Fox McCloud, going on the age of 29. A veteran of many of my universe's major conflicts and wars. I say veteran because, frankly, I'm out of a job. I don't really mind, though. Since my "retirement," I've been able to act leisurely for the longest period of time I can remember, and also let some other ecstatic youths solve our planet's problems. I don't mean to brag, but if you know of my past heroic efforts, you'd compromise that no one is in more need of a rest. Well, also my former general and godfather, Peppy. After our... departure from the team, we've actually managed to keep a good agenda with each other. I wish I could obligate to tell you of my other friends' set future, but even I don't know the whereabouts or motives of them. Let me tell you, I wish I did.
It started with a slowdown in our duty. The Lylat System was in a state of tranquility, and while it was a peaceful standstill... there's not much effort to go around once evil had suddenly (and FINALLY) retreated to the dark from whence it came. For some, it became a bore, while for others, they found love. In a strong way, I couldn't blame them a bit. But to leave without a goodbye? No hard feelings, I guess.
Then there was her...
I'd prefer not to go there. It's far to painstaking, and we're having far too good of a time together, you and I, to spoil.
I, by no means, meant to bring harm to any of them, but I can't help but feel that somehow, I was the reason we're not acquainted anymore. Well, I am in one case, but like I said, let's not discuss that.
Anyway, Corneria is at peace. I have a nice home almost dead in the center of it's capital, and still living an old friend in which I'm to meet within the next hour or two. Life is complete. Well, not complete, but great nonetheless. It would be even better if I knew where the hell people WERE.
Sorry. Outbursts, huh?
Well, I'm off. Glad I could share a moment with the public readers.
With utmost love,
Fox McCloud
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Just an introduction to let people know I'm not dead, and for those who wish death upon me, to consider my mostly literate and storytelling fan fiction.
To my alerted readers, get ready, because this is going to only get better than my previous "work."
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