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Litany (plural litanies)
A ritual liturgical prayer in which a series of prayers recited by a leader is alternated with responses from the congregation.
Callidus vulpes volpes, plurimus dolosus quod fortis sub pressura.
Sapiens vetus lepus, annus usus quisnam testimonium pessimus bellum.
Decorus vixen, regius prognatus , pervicax quod plenus diligo.
Puteulanus flax, per acer volatilis solers quod lingua ut composites.
Saltare viridis quisnam est manus manus per extorqueo quod contemno pugno, tamen officium.
Oculus viridis humanus vir, sto procerus per fides quod loricatus, obviam malum.
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The enemies of life…
…Andrew's confused remnants…
…Those green-skinned barbarians…
…The Void influenced misguided of Lylat…
…Those freakish tin-cans…
…Those racist human troopers…
…The False Gods of Chaos.
They fight…
…To protect our homes…
…For those we love…
…For the memories of those we lost…
…For our own patch of the universe…
…Don't forget our own future…
…for those we have sworn to protect.
They will never forget...
…who we are…
…where we were born…
…those we give our hearts to…
…what they did to us…
… our loyalties…
…our Brother-In-Arms.
Together, and united they stand...
…against evil…
…against bigotry…
…suffering…
…against that human holier-than-thou attitude…
…against intolerance…
…against those who wish me or my friends harm.
For they avoid...
…being evil…
…to lose everything…
…to be full of hate…
…to be as low as those faith-pushing jerks…
…to run away from a fight…
…hypocrisy.
They think of each other…
…as my friends and team-mates…
…as my family…
…as people I have grown to love…
…my pals…
…my buddies…
…my brothers and sister.
Ultimately…
…for my father's memory, for the team, for Krystal…
…in honour of James…
…in memory of Cerinia, For my brother…
…for Katt, and my late folks back on Falconia…
…for my pop and Amanda…
…for my sister, for Fox, for life, and for the Emperor of Man.
They are…
…Fox McCloud, team leader…
…Peppy Hare…
…my name is Krystal…
…name's Falco…
…this is Slippy…
…I am Jacques Jeán Mortensen, Ultramarines 2nd Company.
TEAM STAR FOX, MOVE OUT!!!
I've being wanting to do something like this for a long time. I know it's probably not my best work, but somehow I feel I needed to write it. Tell me what you think?
By the way the Latin at the start of the fic (suppose to represent High Gothic, mind you) translates as follows…
A wily fox, most cunning and courageous under pressure…
A wise-old hare, years of experience who has seen the worst of war…
A beautiful vixen, royal-born, determined and full of love…
A blue falcon, with sharp flying skill and an attitude to match…
A green frog who is handy with a wrench and hates to fight, but must…
A green-eyed human man, stands tall with faith and armour, against evil…
