Chapter 1: Weapons Class

My name is Fox McCloud, but my friends call me Fox. I was currently enlisted in my local Academy, and my classes were always the same, and only I and another student passed them without so much as a sweat. We had weapons assembly, Logistics', Flight training, and the rest of what other Cornerian enlistees underwent in their time at the academy. I always enjoyed Flight simulation, but I adored the fact that after I got out of the academy, I would be flying for real, in real space, and in an actual Arwing; blasting my enemies out of the sky…

"Mr. McCloud! Would you mind telling the class as to how you disassemble a standard Blaster side arm?" I felt my ears droop as the old grey golden canine asked me this; I had been daydreaming again. I sat up straighter as some of the fellow cadets snickered at my embarrassment, "uh… um…"

"You must learn to pay attention in class Mr. McCloud, not doing so can result in death on the battlefield." He turned back towards the holographic board.

"Yes Mr. Miclean." I answered back and now I listened closely to what he stared to say.

"While disassembling a blaster, the handler must be careful for the energy compartment; any miscalculation that damages this part of the casing can result in extreme burning, and under worse circumstances, a fatality. Now I have selected a few students to stay behind after class; you will be excused from your next classes." Mr. Miclean turned towards his desk, and when he grabbed a pile of papers, h shuffled them slightly and turned back towards the class and continued; "When the bell rings, I want these students to stay in class. *clears throat* Sion, Kathryn, Wolf, Bill, and Fox… the rest of you may leave…"

None sooner had he finished, the academy's bell rang three times, signaling third period. Aw man, any time Wolf is called is because he is in trouble… and now both Bill and I are also called up, what did we do? I could've sworn I hid all those pieces from shattered Blaster…

I stood up just as the others did, and with drooping ears and my tail hanging limply behind me, I walked up until I was at Bill's desk, he asked, "What do you think Miclean wants?"

"I don't know, but anything that includes Wolf means trouble…" I whispered back to Bill. By now we were assembled in front of the desk of our teacher's desk, which he had taken a seat behind. He chuckled as he looked over us. I heard a growl and I saw Wolf out of the corner of my eye open his muzzle and ask, "What do you think is funny, sir? I didn't do anything to be in trouble…"

Mr. Miclean growled back harsher than I had ever heard him before, and he said, "You're not in trouble Wolf; in fact, this is a reward." He leaned back in his seat as he crossed his hands over his stomach, "The academy has been doing research, and we decided that since you all excel above the rest of the school in this class; we will be giving you a special test for today. However, instead of taking these back to your dorm room and playing with them there," he pointedly store at me, which caused me to grin sheepishly, "We will be leaving these here. They are extremely dangerous, and aren't even used by the current Cornerian military, considering how dangerous even one of these new guns is, and can be. It is also costly to produce, so be extra careful," this time he stared towards the end of the line, and at the forest green feline named Kathryn, "and no goofing off," now at Bill, "and may the gods forbid, any accidental misfires." And he finally looked towards Wolf.

Mr. Miclean shuffled through his papers before coming up with a new batch of papers, and he looked over them before folding each one individually, and handed one to each person, "These are what you will be working on today, and tomorrow. Each weapon is matched to their personal student, since it will be the one you most excel at… and given time, when you join the Cornerain Military, they will be issued to you, and used by you only." He leaned forward and onto his desk with his elbows and said, "Alright, now that that is finished, you are dismissed cadets."

We all smiled, well, Wolf grinned actually, but we all filed out of his class room, and headed back towards our dorms. Bill and I were in the same room, so we talked as we walked. Bill and I had long since opened our papers and looked at our assignments, but Bill said, "Fox, look what I got! It looks like some form of sniper, but look at it, there is nowhere for the ammunition casing to go." I looked over at his and saw how it was elongated, and it seemed to resemble a pearl that had stretched its color and gleam over a sniper, but where the casing would go, which is at the end of the barrel, there was a long skinny cylinder that had small arches stretching back and under the barrel, all before stopping at the beginning of the barrel.

I smiled as I chuckled and showed him mine and said, "I don't know why mine is special, but look at it, the design looks so much like a Blaster, but yet it doesn't!" I could feel my tail wagging back and forth behind me as I looked over my… sidearm. It looked like a regular Blaster; except the barrel stretched out an additional two inches and the main housing wasn't as bulbous, but rectangular with curves instead of edges. I touched the back of the look-alike Blaster, and instantly the picture rotated as the weapon game apart piece by piece; and I dropped the paper in shock.

When I faced Bill, he was gaping at me, and then he touched his own, and it started to do the same. He pulled his hand back in shock and had surprise written all across his face, but he said, "This is that Holographic paper Ms. Wilshire was talking about!"

"SHHHH! Don't get us in trouble will all your yelling." I hurriedly whispered to him as I reached down and grabbed my paper, and I was now holding a picture of a whole bunch of different parts that seemed to assemble the Blaster. I gasped as I looked at the picture, but while I was busy looking at it, I didn't notice the dorm hallways door, and I walked straight into his, and Bill walked into me. As we fell backwards, I gripped my muzzle as I heard Bill groan somewhere to the right of me. I heard laughter behind us, aw great… someone just saw that dunce…

I turned around and glared and the newcomer and quickly brought my hand down to my side as I glared daggers at my rival. He chuckled malevolently and said, "I think your more in danger of doors than these guns here Fox."

I growled as Wolf walked past us chuckling. When he was inside the door and I heard his steps further away, I put my hands on the floor and stood up. I turned towards Bill and held a hand down for him, which he readily accepted. As I pulled him up, he said, "I really hate that guy…"

I scoffed before saying, "Yes I know, since I do to… come on, let's go. I want to find out more about this Blaster, it holds a lot more than others do."

Bill chuckled before he said, "Yeah, like the one Mr. Miclean knows about?"

Stopping in my tracks, I froze up and said, "Heh… if he found the broken Blaster, I wonder if he found your… un-mentionable…"

I felt better knowing I had just busted him also, though it was less severe than finding a Blaster, broken or not, inside a dorm room. I chuckled as I looked over at him and I could see the red mixed in with his brown fur, and I took a deep breath in before suppressing a grin the best I could and asked, "What do you think Falco is doing right now?"

Bill shook his head and rubbed each side of his muzzle and said, "I don't know, what about Slippy?"

"You should know Slippy by now Bill… he's most likely in that technology or assemblage class right about now."

I reached out and twisted the door handle to our dorm room. When I stepped in, I took a deep breath of the cooler air, and ran a hand through the short fur along the top of my arm before taking off my vest, and flinging it on my bed. I looked across my room and saw the familiar four beds that were built into the wall along with the two desks that were cluttered with papers, two stacks on each on, but in the top corners each. I shared my desk with Slippy, while Bill and Falco shared a desk between themselves.

I heard the door close behind me, and when I sat down at my desk, I laid the paper across the top, and started observing everything about this gun. I noticed writing at the top, and read it aloud, "Anti-matter Blaster Elixir Rifle… hmm. I wonder what type of ammunition it takes."

"Hey, uh, Fox. Did you notice how when you said that, it abbreviates for 'amber'?"

"Huh. No I didn't, Thanks Bill. I guess we better study these some more."

Authors Note: Hey, this is my first Starfox fanfic, and I didn't really ever play the games, so I don't know the full story to all this. Also, if I'm getting the characters wrong, please tell me, since likei said, I don't know them as well as I would like. Also, I had this in a dream, and the way the dream panned out would make it better if I had it towards starfox, since they have guns that shoot lasers and Anthromorphics (or furries for those that don't know what that means).

Disclaimer: I do not own anything with the starfox series (literally, not even a game). If the people that ever made the game chance upon my story, this story is also yours since I wouldn't have come up with all the details that will go into this story.