((A/N: This is the prologue to my fic An Unlikely Family, I will not bore you with definitions, but this story is basically based upon "What if Fox McCloud was my brother from another reality?" That is the basic premise, so if you don't like it, don't read. Easy as that. Please review, and tell me anything you notice; Errors, misspellings, grammar issues, etc. Anywho, enough of my ramblings. On with it, eh? Well, here we go!))
An Unlikely Family
Prologue
Ugh. That was the thought permeating the mind of a young vulpine flying with his friend, a young avian. Why did dad make me come out here, why did I agree? He whined inwardly, thinking of how his father had sent him out on this flight alone, no guidance given except to heed his DNA scanner, which had been connected to his ship's compass. I'm so glad Falco decided to come along, I would be scared shitless if I were out here all alone. He smiled.
Then the vulpine heard a static buzz on his com and Falco's voice came through. "Hey, Fox. I'm getting a weird signal on the scanner. It keeps pointing my ship's compass to a point in space then your ship, as if it can't decide where the source is. Freaky, huh?"
"Wait a moment; I'll start up my scanner." Fox replied, turning the scanner on as he spoke. To his amazement his compass started doing the same thing that Falco described, pointing first out into space, then directly at him. Back and forth, back and forth it went, never changing from those two points.
That's odd. Fox thought. Could the scanner be faulty? No, I just calibrated it last week… Then how the hell, and why the hell, is it doing this? The vulpine rested his head in his hands and shook it, feeling quite bewildered.
"Yours doing the same thing, Fox?" Falco asked.
"Whadda you think?!" Fox snapped at him, instantly regretting the words. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, it's just this whole thing is a bit too odd for my taste."
Falco snorted. "Says the guy whose 'taste' is bad Italian on a Wednesday night!" He retorted sarcastically.
Fox blushed hard, remembering that night. "And we were twelve!" He replied a bit too forcefully.
Falco laughed. "Let's just follow the signal, huh?" He said with an unseen grin. Wow he's way too easy to embarrass. I hope he asks me out again, that night was fun; maybe I should ask him… No. I doubt he would say yes, and I would probably just succeed in pushing him away.
They flew in silence for a long while, trying their best to follow their erratic compasses.
"Well, here we are; wherever 'here' is." Falco announced.
"Switching to trail view." Fox said flatly, obviously bored out of his mind. The resulting view from the cockpit of his Arwing was astonishing. A trail of bright green, similar to that of his eyes, led to a point in space and then stopped. The trail led to absolutely nowhere, and Fox decided in that instant to follow it, flying along it to the point where it ended. Once there he cut off his engines just shy of the endpoint of the luminous green trail, and seeing a distortion in the space in front of him he gave a long surprised whistle. A spatial anomaly, weird.
"What now?" asked an uneasy Falco.
"We follow it through the spatial anomaly, of course." Fox replied just before doing as such.
God, this idiot will get himself killed someday. Thought the now irate avian. Might as well follow him. With this thought he followed his vulpine friend through the anomaly.
((A/N: The First chapter will be posted by Friday, hopefully.))