Hello readers! Thank you for taking the time to give my fic a look. I've never written a fanfic before (and haven't done much writing at all really) so bear with me on this one. Also if there's anything i can work to improve on in my writing constructive critisicm is welcome!
Also I don't own Star Fox or any of it's characters or storyline. Rated M for strong language and sexual content that will be added in later chapters. With that I hope you all enjoy my story!
Chapter 1
Fire shot and flashed across the sky as a ship fell from space to the surface of an unknown desert planet. The ship scorched through the air and slammed into a tall dune causing the sand to launch into the sky and rain down on the empty landscape. The momentum of the ship coming from the outside of the atmosphere was so great it took almost a full minute for all the parts to finally settle. Pieces of starship littered the ground along with the two main parts of the spacecraft. The ship lay silent, burning for minutes until there was movement... slowly a dark red and white fox clawed his way from the debris of his burning ship. Once at a safe distance a few yards away he rolled over on his back to allow himself a minute to breathe, and to accept a horrible fact... he was stranded on this planet with no means of transportation. "Of fucking course" he grumbled to himself as he sat up after a few minutes of laying on his back. He ran his paws swiftly back and fourth over his back, shoulders, and finally his face to try and brush off as much of the sand as possible but so much of it had been buried in his fur that it hardly made him feel better at all. He came to the realization that something was stinging in pain on the back of his shoulder. He ran a paw over it slowly and the stinging intensified. Letting out a soft whimper in reaction to the stinging pain he pulled his hand away from his shoulder to find that it was bleeding a good bit. He used his shirt to put pressure on the wound and to slow the blood as much as he could. There was pretty much nothing left of the shirt anyway. Whatever had cut his shoulder had torn it nearly completely off. What did cut his shoulder? What planet even is this? How long would he be stuck here? "Guess I should see if there's anything left" he said in a defeated voice as he stood to walk toward the ship.
The remains of the main briefing and navigation room where the ship had torn in half on impact was the first of the rooms he checked. The communications array was busted up pretty good. Navigation was somehow still functional and showing a small hologram of the current system and planet he was on. The lights flickered and sparks fell and sputtered out of many of the ships electronic systems. "Aurora" he spoke, then paused to await a response. "Yes commander" replied a robotic female voice over the nav system. "Systems analysis" he instructed, relieved to hear a reply. The female voice executed his instruction. "Scanning... multiple critical failures detected. Engines offline. Shields offline. Weapon systems offline. Gravity generator in need of hard reset and recalibration. Oxygen production systems partially operational." "Location" the commander inquired. "Current planetoid unknown" "unknown?" He repeated. "How?". Aurora spoke up again "current planetoid is uncharted. Likely due to its irregular orbit and very small size" "Beautiful... perfect place to crash a ship" he said while scanning his surroundings. He decided to head to the kitchen area to see if any food was still useable and to see if he could find the medkit he kept mounted on the wall in case of emergencies. Although he'd never quite planned on this type of emergency before.
The kitchen was a total loss, there was basically no food left to be salvaged save for a few bags of dried snacks and 2 bottles of water. "Better than nothing" he said as he scraped together the supplies and placed them in a small bag he found. He laid the bag next to the door so as not to forget it upon his exit. He scoured the floor and the storage bins and cabinets but not much was left. He found the first aid kit mounted on the wall opposite of the doorway, but the container it was in was shattered and its contents were strewn all over the floor. But from one of the protruding shards of the plastic container hung a stretchy linen bandage with a medicated cotton pad. "Thank god" he sighed as he reached for the bandage. He applied the cotton pad to the cut on his shoulder and wrapped the cloth around it and his arm enough times for it to hold in place. Now with two free hands he gave the room a final look over before exiting with the small bag of food and water he'd found.
His mind went to weaponry next. He'd had several run ins with unsavory characters on other planets before but was never really met with anything he couldn't handle. He headed to his locker room which held a few of his outfits and his gear. He walked up to the locker he used most frequently that held his most personal belongings like his wallet, keycard for special access points in the ship, and last but not least... his rifle. It was a short semi automatic combat rifle with a medium range scope. But it was not just some ordinary rifle... it was carbon fiber black with gold plated parts here and there on it and had an engraving on the side in a gold piece. The engraving read "Commander Rylan". He took the rifle in his hands and held it, thinking on an earlier time in life. The faces of friends he hadn't seen in years and the days and nights of combat alongside his team. "Well guys it looks like you were probably right... going out on my own might just kill me." he threw on a black shirt and his gray cargo pants, laced up a pair of work shoes, and threw the food he'd gathered in a small backpack before heading out.
"Aurora" he spoke to the computer again as he re entered the room. "Yes commander" "any signs of life on the planet?" He asked as he was adjusting his backpack. "Scanning... no life forms detected. No nearby wildlife detected. Due to lack of plant life and water it is unlikely that anything inhabits the planet." Rylan glanced at the projection of the planet. "Where's the nearest charted area?" He asked the computer. "Searching... the nearest recorded star system is not far from here. An inhabited system called the Lylat." Rylan paused for a minute, thinking of a plan.
A chill fell down Rylans spine. Night was falling quickly on the desert planet and if he didn't want to freeze to death he would have to build a fire. Luckily there was no shortage of ways to start a fire with the things he had in his pack but he needed something that would actually burn for a while. He remembered the cargo hold had several wooden crates with various things in them. Mostly scrap metal which would've been impossible to decipher from the ship at this point. To his surprise they were still there! Well mostly still there... several of them were broken and scattered about but there was easily enough pieces left to gather for a fire. He found a spot between the two halves of the crashed ship to set up for the night. After the fire was lit he felt much better. The warmth from the flames surrounded him and he was finally able to relax a bit. He laid his head back onto a bedroll he had found in the cargo hold while searching for the wood from the crates. Rylan lay silent, thinking about his situation and the plan for the next day, until finally he allowed his eyes to fall shut and after a few minutes sleep overtook him.