I got really bored when I thought of this.
Fatal-fame does not own Star Fox or PAYDAY. This is for entertainment not for profit.
Everyone wants a PAYDAY.
Prologue: New Drive, Crew and Career.
He used to be someone.
He was respected, a hero who saved the Lylat system several times over.
Now he was barely acknowledge.
All because of Star Wolf.
They swooped in and "saved" everyone at the last minute from the Anglars.
Even though it was him and Falco who did most of the work.
But the fact was that everyone thought Star Wolf was their new protectors now.
Which meant Star Fox no longer existed.
He supposed he couldn't blame the other members of his team.
Falco started his own mercenary crew with his girlfriend Katt and Dash Bowman, the grandson of Andross.
He was happy for the bird, he did deserve a bit more spotlight than he got.
Slippy married a girl named Amanda, which he felt the little guy deserved.
Peppy was a General, so he knew he couldn't take him from his work.
Then there was the last member, Krystal.
He blamed himself for that one. If he hadn't pushed her away she may of stayed with him.
But now she was part of Star Wolf and hanging off Panther's arm.
Then there was him.
Fox McCloud, leader of Star Fox, son of James McCloud.
And nobody gave a shit.
It was kinda funny, in that soul-crushingly depressing way.
You can save people a billion times over.
And the next week they'll be gaga over the heroes of the week.
But that was all about three months ago.
Now he had a new...career.
It all started when he was walking down a street on a sunny morning.
He was just so tired of it all, it had been two weeks since the Anglar threat had been defeated and he was just tired of it.
He didn't want the fame or the cash, he just wanted someone to go "Hey, Fox and Falco were there too. Don't they deserve a bit of respect?"
But nooo. Star Wolf did everything, Star Wolf were the Heroes, Star Wolf was totally not the guys who had giant bounties on their heads before the invasion.
'I just don't get it.' Fox thought as he walked by the various shops, hands in his pocket and no destination in mind. 'How can these people go from scorn to love like that?'
Everywhere he looked there was Star Wolf merchandise. Everything he heard was about Star Wolf. There was even Star Wolf colognes. (Though that was mostly Panther.)
'We were ten times the heroes they could dream to be.' He thought as he walked into a clothes shop. 'And then again they were barely villains. What type of villain gets stopped every time they try something. It was more like they were there to get their asses kicked.'
'If I was there, no one could have stopped me from beating the '"good guys."'
And that's was probably how that started.
With him robbing the clothes shop he was in.
Honestly it was all kind of a blur until he got home.
He just threw on a racing helmet that they were selling, pulled out his pistol from it's holster and demanded the dog behind the register open the safe.
Which by some strange coincidence she was getting money out of to refill the register.
He quickly shoved all the credits in a duffel bag the shop sold, ran out the door, stole a hoverbike and hightailed it home.
He was glad he was in a civi outfit and that his pistol was hidden.
And there was the fact that nobody recognized him.
When he got home he after ditching the bike. He threw the bag on the couch and shut all the blinds.
When his heart calmed down he started to think about why he did it, is when it started to make sense.
He supposed it could be summed up in one question.
Star Fox were better heroes then Star Wolf.
Could they be better villains?
Fox didn't know about the others, but he was damn sure he could.
At first he was horrified by what he did. He had held a woman at gunpoint and stole, what may have been, all of the credits they had.
He did something completely wrong, completely against the law.
And it was the first time he felt alive in weeks.
The feeling that came with over him as he drew his gun, ran out the door with the credits and made his escape.
It felt like a mission.
Only instead of data or anything else for the army.
This was strictly for him.
And that's when he knew he couldn't turn back.
He got some fur dye, colored himself a nearly blood red, got some gloves, a new helmet, a hoverbike and some bigger guns.
And let himself fall into criminal activity.
It was a fairly standard routine for him. He'd find a place, scout it out, figure out where everything was and how they worked.
Then proceeded to steal as much as he could.
It was around the fifth robbery that he was seen by two officers.
They drew their weapons and threatened to fire unless he put the money down and turned himself in.
Fox just shot them both.
Head shots. Good, clean kills that wouldn't cause too much suffering.
It was a knee-jerk reaction for him.
He was on that "mission" feeling.
And on missions, there would be things that tried to stop you.
And when on a mission, if someone tries to stop you and they have a weapon. You shoot them.
So he shot them.
In all the excitement, the weight of what he'd done hadn't really set until he got back to his place.
He had murdered two people, in what? An urge to feel alive.
The next day that feeling was gone, courtesy of the news.
They said the place was robbed, they gave a description, they talked to the cashier.
But they made no mention of the fallen officers.
They really didn't give a shit.
So neither did Fox.
And thus he continued.
After his twelfth heist he went home and found a note, telling him to head to this neighborhood, find this building and he'd meet a set of "interesting" people.
And now he was here.
'This is the place' Fox thought as he stared up at the building.
It was in a fairly run down part of town, but it wasn't completely falling apart at the seams.
He was suspicious when he found the note in his house, but there was a reason why he was here.
He needed a crew.
He wasn't stupid. Most of the things he had done were because people were watching his back.
And he couldn't become more than a small time criminal by himself.
Jewelry stores, banks, casinos. The big ones, not this petty robbery bullshit.
But he also wanted to become the big man, the one everyone feared and everyone respected.
But not as Fox McCloud.
The Star Fox name, when it used to mean something, was sort of an auto respect thing. With his own deeds helping, of course.
Now he wanted to make a name for himself in the criminal world.
And that's why he needed a crew.
He knew that if he was gonna get to the top he needed...co workers.
Co workers that could hold their own against the cops.
And carry more loot.
Cause that shit was heavy.
And sometimes there was more than he could take.
And he never did like leaving a mission half way done.
So without further thought he went in.
It seemed to be some type of club, if the music and lights were anything to go by.
But he did as the note instructed and went to the back.
A big burly great dane stood in front of the door. Fox flashed him the note, as per instructed. The man proceeded to step aside with a nod.
Fox went in to find three people at a poker table. Taking the last available seat, he surveyed the others.
The first was a huge tosa inu to his left, golden brown fur, brown eyes, a brown hoodie, jeans and a small scar over his eye.
'A military type?' Fox wondered as he observed the guy. The dog's eyes were all over the place, as if expecting an attack.
The next was a cat to his right, black and white fur, red eyes and wearing some low cut clothes that should be illegal. Fox's eyes dipped to her chest, which were very attention worthy.
He was still a guy, after all.
His eyes shot to her face and judging by the smirk she wore, she knew where he was looking.
It was probably a tactic of hers.
The last guy was a monkey who sat across from him.
He was tinkering with some mechanical thing, not really paying attention to anything else.
White fur and a jean jacket covered in grease stains, a one eye was grey, the other blue
After a few seconds the dog grabbed the deck and started to deal.
"Texas hold'em okay." He said, not really asking as he dealt the cards.
Fox just shrugged. The cat nodded. Monkey let out a grunt.
Checking his cards he found he had an eight and jack of spades.
He watched as the blinds were placed and the flop was dealt.
He had a pair of eights.
So he raised a little.
They all matched his bet.
The cat looked confident as the turn was placed, a king of hearts, and proceeded to raise.
Fox called.
The dog folded.
The monkey called.
The river was turned.
Fox had a pair of eights and jacks now.
So he raised.
The cat and monkey called.
They turned their cards.
The cat had three kings.
She slid all the chips to her as the monkey took the deck.
"Nice." A voice spoke out, but not from them.
Fox immediately grabbed his pistol, the cat pulled a knife, the dog had a machete, while the monkey kept working on his thing.
But Fox noticed he was on guard.
"Relax." The voice said. "Check under the table."
The monkey, using a bit of caution, went under the table.
He soon came out with a two way radio.
"Now you probably wonder why you're all here, correct?"
"No shit." The dog replied.
"Well I've been following you all for a long time." The voice from the radio said. "And I know you can all do better."
"Better at what?" The cat asked, suspicion lacing her voice.
"Everything." The voice replied. "But I suppose introductions are in order."
"I am Bain." The radio introduced himself. "I'm a gatekeeper if you will."
"Of what?" The monkey asked.
"Crime net."
That got the monkey's attention.
"Crime net?" He asked looking impressed. "Most of my customers come from there."
"Well, since you seem to know about it, why don't you introduce yourself." Bain replied.
"I sell drills, explosives, anything you need to open things you aren't allowed to be in." The monkey explained. "You tell me what you need open and I can make something that can get through it."
"Nice." Fox complimented. He sometimes couldn't get the safes open, leaving him with a lot less credits.
"No name?" The cat asked as the monkey took the cards.
"Names have a lot of power." The monkey explained as he started to tinker with the machine again after dealing. "I suppose you can call me Venom."
"Whatever works." the dog replied as he picked up his dealt cards. "I guess you can call me Lynx. I move shit."
"Guns and drugs?" Fox asked, he had gone after a couple of smugglers in his time. He picked up his cards, pair of aces, he placed his blind.
"Whatever needs moving." Lynx answered as he called. "I was just the big guy with the big gun."
"I'm Kew." The cat said as the flop turned. "I get into places, I get out of places and I take a bunch of shit with me."
"Cat burglar then." Fox joked as he raised, all he got was dead stares.
"I guess I'm…" Fox stopped.
'Who the hell am I?' Fox wondered
He wasn't Fox at the moment.
He wasn't the leader of Star Fox, nor was he a McCloud
He looked at his card, the aces look back at him.
He didn't know who he was.
But he did know what he was.
"Aces." He replied.
"Not the most original name." Lynx said as he folded.
"It's the one I got, I'm just that good at everything." Aces replied as the turn card flipped onto the table, causing him to raise since it was an ace.
"Well mister everything," Kew said as Venom laid down the turn. "What are your nefarious deeds?"
"I was behind the robberies these past few months." Aces said as he raised at the river, another ace. "I pick a target, I watch the target, learn everything I can, that strike when the credits are good."
"Exactly." Bain spoke up. "You guys could be the perfect crew. The ultimate heisters."
"For the sake of knowing." Lynx said as he leaned back in his chair. "Why exactly do you want a crew, when this is pretty public?"
"Cause most of the people who use Crime Net aren't good enough for what I have in mind." Bain replied. "And I want people to know about us, the people who go "F U" to the justice system."
"So you want us to poster boys for your website." Venom said as he folded, the action was followed by Kew.
"Yes and no, for all intents and purposes the police will only think you are both the planners and the heisters, I will not exist." Bain explained. "And the bigger and more credits we make will attract more people, who will offer bigger and better jobs."
"So how would this work, pay wise?" Aces decided to ask as he took the pot and Kew started to deal.
"We all take twenty percent. That way there's no room for argument." Bain replied.
"I'm in." Aces said as he looked at his cards and folded after putting in the blind, a two and a nine, not worth it.
"Why?" Lynx asked as he raised.
"Cause I want everyone to know how much of a bad motherfucker I am." He answered honestly. "I want to show people most crooks can't even keep up."
"You know what? Fuck it, I'm in." Lynx followed up as he raised on the turn.
"Sounds like fun." Kew said as she folded.
"Could be." Venom agreed. "But how do we go about this?"
"We'll need some symbols." Bain explained. "Something to prove it's us."
"Suits and ties." Kew said after a moment. "We'll be completely well dressed."
"Violence in style." Lynx summed up. "I like it."
"Good, but we need something else." Bain explained. They sat in silence for a moment when an idea came to Aces.
"Masks." Aces murmured. "We'll wear masks that are designed for each of us personally."
"And become the faces everyone knows." Venom continued. "Sounds good."
"And now we need a name." Bain continued. "Something for people to call us."
They all sat in thought, when at the same time they all came to the same idea
"PAYDAY."
So that's the end of this, which I have to admit is pretty bad.
I really wanted to do a PAYDAY crossover fic, but I couldn't find another game/anime I liked that I could link it to.
So while playing Star Fox I was like. "Hey, most of commands endings end with Fox alone." And then I read some fanfics that stemmed from those endings and was like "Fuck it, might as well."
And that's how this came to be.
So review and tell me if I should continue.
I also noticed it didn't let me put crime dot net, so just roll with this.