Current Beta Reader: RSBCS

Chosen canon basis: Lylat Wars
(It's interesting that the plot differs clearly from Starwing in some points. I don't really like the idea of James, how he is trapped in a parallel dimension and only comes out as a ... space whale of some sorts.)

The wind blew over the sandy and dusty surface of the planet. The sands had many stories to tell, were witnesses to almost infinite battles and wars. So now, in the final stages of the system-wide conflict, they watched a personal campaign of a four-headed group under the star-filled sky against the cruel and unstoppable power of an insane scientist. But despite the enemy waves, the heroes succeeded in fighting their way to the entrance to the planet core – and panic broke out.

The scientist called his most capable troop, appropriately the greatest rivals of the attackers, who had already claimed victory in another world, for help. The men of the despot understandably didn't want to let this ignominy to remain and engaged the fight with improved equipment. An air battle, to which all involved should remember still for a long time, took place between grotesque monuments, old stone columns and over the entrance. But … despite superior technology, it was of no use.
Under cries in the radio traffic four fighters fell after each other and dug into the sand of the desert. Fire darted out of the ship's hulls and black smoke ascended into the atmosphere.
Once again triumphant over his rival, one surviving fighter dived into the entrance tunnel, while the rest retreated to their mobile base. Only in one of the destroyed flyers something stirred.
Here began the story of an ambitious, infamous and currently furious bounty hunter …

'Argh! You'll hear from me, Star Fox! You won't get away from me so easily!' He sat crooked in his Wolfen II-fighter, buried deep in the sand and trying to get out. He pushed different buttons in the cockpit hectically, to test the functionality of the ship. As expected, nothing reacted anymore. Next, he looked forward to crush the glass. The pain, however, prevented him to move his limbs fast enough. He had no idea about the area of health care and medical branches, as he held the thesis that pain was weakness leaving the body and as long as his extremities wouldn't be affected somehow, there wouldn't be a necessity for a doctor – except for the dentist. But also without informed knowledge he could say how he was suited:
numerous contusions in the arms, sprained legs and a splinter of glass was in his ear. In addition, he noticed a restricted view field. Apparently the seeing device on his left eye ceased to function by the impact.

'Fortunately grains of sand can't tell any stories', he meant viewing his injuries. 'If they twitter now every hobo who comes along will know what happened to us. I should better look for an honest job, which idiots also do … hm, fork-lift operator Wolf …'
Since it didn't work with pure strength now, he reached without further ado for his Blaster and fired on the glass repeatedly. He removed all of the glass bit by bit, so that he could climb out, not without pulling out the glass shard before. He held a bloody fragment in his hand, the face grimaced briefly, after that. A drop came loose and fell on the trousers.

'Ah, only a flesh wound' he played down the injury and climbed slowly and painfully from the cockpit. Then he stood on wobbly legs on the planet surface and looked around. The burning wrecks of his comrades were scattered on the battlefield, no movements could be recognized in their cockpits. A white ship with four wings circled in some kilometers of distance, high in the sky. His blood immediately boiled in the veins and wolf bared his teeth.
'Grrr … Star Fox! I will shatter these rats and dance on their graves someday!' He wanted to examine the ships for signs of life after that. The first had broken through one of the columns and was buried under the stones. He ran there as fast as possible, approached the flames and asked loudly:
'Hey! Everything alright? Hellooo!' But when he saw how deeply penetrated had the chunks, his hope for a survivor faded. 'Oh no ..!'

He tried it now at the next team member whose flyer had landed headfirst in the sand. The chances also stood rather badly here. How could he be able to free himself without help?
He suddenly heard a silenced blaster shot. Frightened he opened the eye widely, then shook the head, however, and said:
'Damn, why have you done it? I could have gotten you out with a little patience … but I can understand your actions.' He was astonished by his missing sympathy, his emotional cold towards the poor guy, and he wondered if he should mourn. Like every other who lost a good comrade. But what were his wing men for him, then? Feeling queasy, he realized that he couldn't find a clear answer for this question and therefore decided to keep it in the back of his mind until he had sufficient time for thinking. Because there were more important things to do at the moment, particularly since men were not allowed to cry in his opinion. At the end he inspected the last wreck. Exactly like his own ship, it lay in the sand, therefore the pilot had to have a somewhat of a safe fall. In there, he saw even something alive, much to his relief.

'Andrew! Finally a survivor!' The glass was pushed open slowly and a dirty monkey came out.
'Ack, I hope uncle Andross kicks their bottoms back to Corneria!' However, Wolf rather thought of the money. Who should pay them if Andross died? He wasn't interested in knowing what happened to the Lylat-System as long as he received _ his reward. The compensation at present, however, seemed to have moved in a wide distance …
Suddenly, a small lightning leaped out of the hull. The leader of the Star Wolf-Team could recognize the meaning just in time to shout that Andrew should immediately leave the wreck. He turned around, surprised.
Boom!

Wolf covered his face when the ship exploded in a glazing light and debris fell in all directions. Of the nephew, every trace was missing_. He frankly didn't want to find out where the remains were and he didn't want to pick them up either. He only needed to know that Andrew was, except to Wolf, dead and therefore his complete unit was wiped out. 'Great, and the complete career already is left unexploited …' He was wondering now what he should do. His ship was no longer operational, his crew was dead and there was a yawning emptiness in his wallet. So he would drink no glass of beer today and his invoices for the house remained unpaid. 'I want to go home …'

Trembling.
His legs couldn't keep the balance anymore and he fell down. 'First the crash and now an earthquake, can anything still make my day?' he asked in annoyance, as two Arwings squirted out of the opening, an inferno immediately afterwards. It seemed like a firework to him, but why were there suddenly two airplanes?
'FIVE Arwings?!', he discovered astonished, 'I thought their gang consists only of four!' One of them turned off and disappeared into the infinite reaches of space. While he watched the headquartes of Team Star Fox, how it retreated from Venom, he noticed something completely different.
Something grey and wedge-shaped appeared in the midst of the darkness, raced a bit and stopped with a jerk. By apperances it was very far until there, the object extended to become gigantic.
'What in the world is THIS?'

His view suddenly became blurred, his strength dwindled. He felt a pungent pain in his chest.
'Argh! Apparently more broke than I thought ..!' Nausea, that let him retch, joined the coming headaches, but without vomitting.
'Fox you ass!', he sweared one last time at his rival, 'You still have got me, I thought to take you for a ride ... uaaaahaha ...'
He then tipped over where he dropped the eyelids and hoped for a miracle.

Before he fell asleep, his ears registered an engine noise.