"I Don't know why we met but I knew I loved her the second I laid eyes on her... at least I wanted to. Even at the young age of ten I knew I loved her... at least it felt like i did. Everything about her compelled me towards her, her face, her clothes, her voice, her fur, her eyes, everything. If she were to leave just a signature I would have treasured it as much as the actual person. I wish she left a signature because even today I still don't know her name. Call me fickle, call me idiotic, call me some love struck kit all you want, I loved the blue Jedi vixen more than I love my own life... at least I thought I did."
The young Fox McCloud put the audio journal down still in shock of what happened a few minutes ago. What was even more surprising was that he admitted to himself that he once loved a Jedi. Jedi were the most hated, adored and disputed things in the whole Lylat. Almost half of them converted to the dark side after being seduced to it by the Dark Lord Andross. The Dark Lord Andross constructed an empire that took up footholds on Venom, Area Six which is a massive array of satellites, Sector Z, an artificial moon sized satellite called Bolse, a planet named Macbeth and dozens lesser colonized planets outside the Lylat all of which are still cloaked in mystery.
Since Andross came to power he has soiled the once good name of the Jedi, trying to get soldiers to defect, people to join the cult known as the Sith and wrecking havoc wherever a "Dark Jedi" as they called themselves were found.
Needless to say Fox really didn't care, the blue vixen that came into his uncles store every once in a while to buy parts and equipment for Jedi purposes was nothing but a shining ray of purity, at least until today. She was often calm and patient and didn't think Fox was an absolute klutz when he ran back carrying every part she needed in his hands and tripped. Naturally he became submerged in parts.
"I admire your enthusiasm but perhaps you could get me my supplies without breaking yourself on them?" she would say when she helped him up. As soon as her paw touched his, his whole body became engulfed in metaphorical flames. His face goes red, his body becomes as hot as fire and he can't breathe until she lets go. Not knowing very much about Jedi he was relieved out of ignorance thinking that that she didn't know what he was thinking. It would be embarrassing for someone to know what he thought about her.
'Oh my God she's touching me, her fur is so soft, her eyes so blue, her face so mystique, her smell is so….' Typically he'd drone on even hours after she left still finding unique and beautiful things about her.
Of course that was how he felt yesterday. After today however he no longer loved her, after today he hated her, after today he wished she was dead, after today he wouldn't mind if he was the one that killed her…
The day began when Fox asked his uncle what he should do but when Charlie asked him who the lucky lady was Fox couldn't tell him.
"She's just a girl at school you wouldn't know her-"
"My nephew is smitten with the local tail already huh?" Charlie cackled. "That's the Papetoon in you my boy. Now you say you become completely flustered and can't do anything in her presence?"
"Exactly." Fox said nodding like a fiend, his uncle would know what to do, how he could keep his cool and perhaps get to know the vixen a little better.
His uncle Charlie ran it in his mind for a while. "Well for one it's all in your head and you need to overcome that one yourself. When you do man up all you got to do is ask her to an activity like a movie, walk, day at the beach, I don't know just ash her to do something! But when you get around to it make sure you bring her home one day so Lucy and I can meet the young lady."
Fox bit his lips, his uncle Charlie despised Jedi but as long as they were paying customers he didn't mind them too much. If he brought the vixen home she'd more than certainly not be welcome. "Uh sure Charlie no problem. Thanks for the advice I'm going to go take stock of the blaster batteries now."
"Alright but make sure you get every single one of them accounted for."
Fox smiled as he ran off to the front desk, he loved that old hare as much as a real father whom he never met. His mother always told him that he was a good, handsome strong man like he was but Fox never believed her. If he really was a good man he would have at least shown the courtesy to at least say hi. Fox shook off the feelings that were brewing about his father and began taking stock.
'Ninety nine… one hundred… one hundred and one… one hundred and, and… son of a rancor!' Fox thought angrily in his head after forgetting where he was at because his father kept showing up in his mind despite his efforts to banish the thoughts.
"I think you were on one hundred and two." Said the sweet heavenly voice but at the time was like a fog horn to Fox. He yelped and jumped practically out of his fur right onto the large shelf of batteries causing them all to fall over right on him. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Fox laid there assessing the damage to his pride, it was absolutely destroyed with that last move but it wasn't like he had much to begin with after all the screw ups around the vixen anyways. "Yeah I'm fine." Fox growled with pain as he got out of the mountain of batteries. Once he was out he refused to look at the vixen and just started to pick up the batteries.
The vixen stood there motionless and only watched him causing Fox's heartbeat to rise, palms to sweat which made his job harder and worst of all he began to glow with the blood rushing to his face creating blush. As his hands reached for the levitating battery he stopped and yelped again. Batteries don't levitate unless.
"Let me help." The vixen said and as batteries began to float to their designated areas. Fox watched the vixen as she concentrated, he was purely amazed by her half the time but now he could have believed she was God himself or should he say herself? In no time at all the batteries were all put back.
"T-t-t-thank y-you." Fox stuttered, unable to move his transfixed green eyes away from her beautiful white face which was the only thing about her that wasn't blue.
"It was no problem in fact I should thank you, I don't get too many instances to train with the force of late."
"That's right y-you're a J-Jedi." Fox said.
"Isn't it obvious?" the vixen scoffed playfully. From the way she was dressed and the little braid on the back of her head it was obvious. But what would tip anyone off was the rather large Lightsaber on her left hip.
"Y-yeah it kinda is." Fox said scratching the back of his head.
"Listen I need a new lens for my Lightsaber, I seemed to have cracked it when I was training. It works fine but I still want to make sure." Krystal said handing the lens to Fox.
Fox mulled the lens over. "Hmm, it seems you got the crap one. I wouldn't feed this to a Mynock." Fox growled then threw it away. Here let me get you something good." Fox said, he lost all his nervousness now that he had something to keep his mind on. He wasn't the biggest mechanical mind like his friend but when it came to Lightsabers it was all the rage to him.
"But I… can't afford it." the vixen said but he was already gone. Fox ran to his bedroom and looked through his own personal supply crate and he pulled out his very own Lightsaber. After seeing the vixen's so many times he managed to make one with ease but could never get it to work because he knew deep down he was missing something. The rest came naturally however.
"Maybe I can ask her about it?" Fox wondered to himself.
"Ask who about what?" Charlie asked from Fox's door.
Fox resisted the urge to yelp and instead threw the Lightsaber back into his crate and locked the door. "Nothing!" he said than sat on the crate.
His uncle stared at him suspiciously, Fox was like an open book on tape, he couldn't hide anything. Even his audio journal was lying out in the open for all to get to. "Something the matter Fox?"
"Nothing! I mean nothing is wrong!" Fox said than cracked a wide smile that spelt guilty.
"Okay I'll believe you but uh I need to go deliver that new motor to Beltino do you think you can handle things while I'm gone?"
"Yeah totally!" Fox nearly shouted, now he could be alone with the vixen without fear his uncle would show up and ruin everything. Now all he had to fear was himself ruining everything.
"Okay be back at four." Charlie said and left.
The second he was gone Fox had the crate open, the high quality lens plus a back up just in case and took his home made Lightsaber with him as well. When he got back he saw the gorgeous vixen staring off into space while sitting on the counter of the front desk. He stood there watching her for a moment before the vixen said without seeing him.
"You're back now?"
"What? Yeah!" Fox said and ran behind the counter. The blue fox jumped off and Fox put the lenses on the counter while leaving his Lightsaber in his pocket. "Okay you see with these lenses they're better made on my home planet Papetoon, your lenses that you bought came from Katina of all places. These ones are nigh indestructible, you can bash em against a wall as long as you want and it won't break guaranteed!"
The vixen looked them over but put them down. "I'm sorry sir but I can't-"
"Call me Fox!" Fox said beaming with joy and excitement, he never thought he could be this close to her and actually talk to her normally for so long.
"Fox." she said and smiled sweetly nearly throwing Fox off his unusual normal streak. "I'm sorry but I can't afford-"
"On the house!"
"What?" the vixen gapped.
"Don't worry about it, these are on me, you are such a loyal customer and everything… not to mention one of the better looking ones." He mumbled to himself so quietly he almost didn't hear himself.
"Thank you." She said still speechless about getting something so valuable for free. As she turned to leave Fox summoned the courage to call after her.
"Uh wait!" he said then ran out from behind the counter.
The vixen stopped and turned around, her Jedi robes twirled with her tail which had strange metal clasps on them. "Yes?" she asked.
"Listen I like you…'re Lightsaber." Fox said when he chickened out; he wasn't able to say he liked her just yet.
"Why thank you I made it myself with help from my master-"
"You're a slave?" Fox nearly shouted.
"No when I say master I mean teacher or sensei." the vixen giggled.
"Oh well that makes sense." Fox said than thought 'No it doesn't!'
They stood there for a while, Fox looking for more strength and the vixen looking for a reason why he was keeping her there. "Is, is that all?" she asked.
"Err no you see I like your Lightsaber." Fox said nervously.
"Yes you said that." the vixen pointed out.
"Well I like it so much that I kind of… well." Fox said and pulled out his Lightsaber. The vixen's eyes snapped wide open and she swiped it out of his hands.
"Where did you get this?" she growled.
"I-I made it-"
"Lair! You stole it didn't you?" she shouted creating a level of terror in Fox. He didn't know it before but she was horrifying when mad.
"No honest I made it myself and-" Fox said but stopped when he felt pressure on his throat. It felt like someone was choking him, he could actually feel the hands on his throat squeeze tighter and tighter.
"Where did you get this from?" She growled.
"Please stop!" Fox gasped when the pressure lightened but came back immediately after he spoke this time with more force.
"Did you kill a Jedi? Did you steal it? Did you find it? TELL ME!" she yelled.
Fox throat was reaching its limit, if the pressure continued his neck would surely break. A tear rolled down his cheek and he fell to his knees clutching the invisible, unyielding hands around his neck. His vision became shadowed with red but the vixen still shinned blue unlike everything else which had become a deep blood red. Finally the vixen released him.
"Wretched thief." She growled "You're lucky I'm not a Sith."
Fox watched her go still in shock about what happened. Hot, wet tears ran down his face but not because of physical pain, she hurt him more than she knew. His idol, his secret beloved, his wonder of the world was stripped from him that day because of her. She no longer was that beautiful shining ray of light anymore; she was the ugly dark miasma of evil now. Fox put the closed sign on the door up since he was in no condition to manage the store in his uncle's absence.
Several hours later his uncle returned surprised to see the closed sign up. He walked in and corrected the problem before calling out for Fox. "Fox… Fox where are you?" No answer.
Charlie searched the entire store but couldn't find a single trace of the young vulpine. Finally he got an epiphany to check the roof. Fox usually hid out there when he wanted to be alone or something was wrong. Sure enough he found the orange red fox hugging his legs, staring at the fall sunset.
"There you are Fox what happened? Why did you close down the store? You know we don't close until six." Charlie said to a deafened child. Fox couldn't hear him right now; he was too deep in self thought and despair. Everything he thought he knew shattered and from the fragments a new world was spawned, that world was hollow, dark and miserable, just like him.
"Fox? Is something wrong?" Charlie asked.
Fox still didn't hear him and wiped away one of the last tears he'd ever cry for the blue vixen. That witch would get hers one day; he'd make sure of it. She would regret hurting him like that and he would stop at nothing to make her life Hell like his had just been plunged into.
"Fox?" Charlie said climbing up the ladder from the attic. When he reached the top Fox still hadn't realized he had company until Charlie's words finally got through. "Fox did someone hurt you?"
Fox's head turned slowly, his eyes were solid red apart from his pupils and irises, tear troughs that were beginning to dry still left their marks on his face running from his eyes to the bottom of his cheek and his voice cracked and broke as he spoke.
"You… you could say that." Fox said feeling the hands on his throat again. He reached to pull them away but they disappeared as his own hands touched his neck.
"Was it that girl? Did she break your heart?" Charlie asked taking a spot next to his nephew.
"Maybe." Fox said not sure if she did break it or just showed it the sad truth about life.
"That's too bad Fox I can tell you must have cared for her a great deal." Fox nodded not looking at Charlie but the sunset again. Charlie went on. "But you know what? Fuck her. That's what I say, fuck her! She's not good enough for you anyway! I've seen what you can do Fox, you're one hell of a marksman with a blaster, you can take on the three toughest kids in your class and come out on top and to top all that you have a gift."
Fox blinked. "A gift?"
"That you do my boy, you know the difference between right and wrong. Like the time you defended that little vixen Fara from those bullies. Beat the snot out of them when they wouldn't stop teasing you. I never told you but I was proud of you that day even if I did ground you and have you noticed how Fara treats you now?"
Fox thought about it for a moment. "Kind of, she helps me anytime I need it when before we hardly ever spoke to each other and she's always warm and kind to me."
"That's because that is how a hero is treated. Your gift is that you are a hero Fox. A true blue hero and don't forget it."
"Me a hero?" Fox scoffed. "I'm just a ten year old, average fourth grader! I'm not a Jedi or-"
"Fox you are worth ten times more than any Jedi and I guarantee that."
Fox smiled lovingly at his uncle and embraced him firmly. "Thanks Charlie."
"Any time Fox, now go get ready for supper, Lucy should be starting it anytime now."
Later that night after lots of spaghetti Fox sat alone in his room in his uncle's house just behind his uncle's store. He was deep in thought about what to do. The Lightsaber he worked so hard on was gone and he wanted to make another one that worked but he wondered if he really should. If he were to use a Lightsaber he'd more than likely hurt himself or someone else if he got it working and if a Jedi saw it they might take it from him like the vixen did. Maybe if he could get it to work he could defend his right to have one but he doubted it. The Jedi were experts duelists and they'd mop the floor with his legs and arms for mops and his blood for cleaner.
Fox looked at his workbench. He had all the supplies he needed and that strange feeling he had when he made his first mock Lightsaber came back but this time with double the intensity now that he had the experience and refined will to do it just to spite the Jedi.
"Screw it." Fox growled. He picked up his fusion cutter on the side of his bed and went with it. For three long hours he toiled on the saber hilt's construction only making a few minor mistakes that he quickly fixed. Finally he leaned back to inspect his work, it looked exactly like the first one except this one had his name etched in it.
"I wish I knew my surname." Fox mumbled to himself while staring at the lonely three letters. His uncle said he could use his surname and Fox did in school but Fox wanted his true name on his Lightsaber even if it belonged to a man Fox wouldn't mind watching walk into speeding traffic.
Fox pressed the power switch but once again nothing happened. Fox groaned. "There's something I'm missing isn't there? But wha-"
Something shined in his eyes that caused him to stop. His heart froze over and that feeling that guided his hands through the whole process screamed at him to take what he was looking at in his hands. Fox got up and walked almost like a zombie to his most prized possession. Fox took the red crystal in his hands and felt a surge of heat swallow him like he was the small one of the two.
"My father's crystal?" Fox said to himself. Suddenly Fox became energized, adrenaline coursed through his body and he quickly ran back to his workbench. He took the Lightsaber apart and put it back together again but this time he put the crystal in a cavity in the Lightsaber that Fox didn't know what went in there.
His heart pounded in his ears as his hands glided up the supportive grip of the Lightsaber. He put his hands in position like he would hold a bat. His fingers pressed the power switch. A blood red beam of light no bigger than a grown man's thumb extended out of the hilt and began to hum.
"Oh my God!" Fox laughed and began to swing it around. The Lightsaber was so light, only the hilt gave it any weight but it was still so light Fox marveled at it for ages. Fox kept swinging it until he accidently sliced through his lamp cutting off all light in the room besides his own deep blood red saber's light.
"This is so cool!" Fox shouted and turned the blade off.
AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~ Hey guys it's me XxSanitariumxX and yes I went there, I made a Star Fox/Star wars fic. Before you ask questions let me answer some first before your anoying voices clogs my ears (jk lol). Okay first there are no Star Wars charecters, planets, aliens, timelines or technology (aside from the lightsaber). There are Star Wars animals like the Rancor and Mynock but only because there aren't any Star Fox animals now is there? The first paragraph was Fox's audio recording log which took place just a few minutes after the vixen took his lightsaber and choked him. I feel like I'm missing something but if I am just drop me a comment. More to come soon but maybe not that soon since I'm still working on Male Stripper and Frozen Hell. Hope you enjoyed!