A/N: This is just my take on the Star Fox series(of course the heading are facts straight from the net but the rest comes from me.) I have borrowed a character from another author—Vixy Rita LaShette. Thanks Rita! There are 4 chapters so far, constructed in sort of weird way; the structure goes like this, past/present/more recent past. Hope it's not too confusing but I know it probably will be.
Lylat: StarFox Chronicles
Many years ago, a scientist named Andross concocted a plan of attack against the great planet of Corneria. This came after General Pepper, the leader of the Cornerian army, exiled Andross to the planet Venom as punishment for developing bioweapons that would damage Corneria. Then five years later, there was some mysterious activity detected on the planet Venom. So the general hired Corneria's best fighter pilots, the Star Fox team, consisting of James McCloud, Peppy Hare, and Pigma Dengar, to do a little investigating. However, when the team reached the planet of Venom, Pigma betrayed James and Peppy, which led to their capture by Andross. Peppy barely made it out alive and returned home to Papetoon, and told James's only son, Fox, of his father's fate.
A few years passed and Andross once again invaded the Lylat system and made plans to destroy Corneria. This time, a new Star Fox team, headed by Fox McCloud, were deployed on a mission to save the Lylat system from Andross's madness, and Fox was determined to avenge his father's death as well.
Level One
If ever you believed in yourself, you must believe now that you can face anything and survive. Death will be upon you if you fail to use your special skills, and if you lose your powerful motivation to complete each mission assigned to you, our world will be destined to be taken over and fall under the everlasting rule of the almighty Andross. .....Fox? Can you hear me?.... ....Fox...!
"Nothing." said the attending physician. "I'm getting nothing but a faint heartbeat, not much else."
Falco pounded a fist on the bedside table and had to be restrained by Slippy who was also doing his best to keep the emotions in check.
"Don't lose it, Falco. The only hope we have is not letting this get the best of us. You know Fox wouldn't have wanted that."
Perhaps those hadn't been the right words, because Falco turned to Slippy with a brow burrowed deep, yanked him by the collar and shook him up quite a bit.
"You're talkin' like he's gone already!" Falco couldn't even bring himself to say the word dead. "I'm not stayin' here to watch this quack try convincing me he's not gonna make it! He's gonna make it!"
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Age of the Great Fox
Night fell upon the city of Corneria as a cub was born to proud parents who had expected a litter of more than four, yet received just one. That was it. One. The good thing about that was he would be a well-bred kid, not having to share food or clothing or anything else with a den of sisters and brothers who would surely fight over everything and take most of it from him, for he was a quite small young fellow. However his mother saw this as a blessing. She didn't worry about his extended stay in the hospital. Having a premature cub meant he probably wouldn't grow much, which would surely keep him out of Corneria's Defense Army, like his father, who went on many dangerous missions and was away from home much of the time. She wanted the best for her son but also did not want him to miss out on what she considered the most important things in life--to fall in love and have a family and live happily ever after. But on the day her young cub came home from the hospital, within a matter of minutes her husband had placed a pilot's helmet on the son's head and grinned, "You're gonna be a fighter pilot, little guy...just like good ol' dad."
Several months later, the mother was murdered by a car bomb, leaving her cub behind to be raised alone by his father, James McCloud.
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"Your son, he's really becoming quite a young cub, isn't he?"
Peppy Hare was right about that. Fox was a fine young cub. In less than two months the kid had stopped running about on all fours and was up on his hind legs, giving him the advantage of grabbing for just about whatever he wanted, even his father's valuable collection of rare antique firearms.
"Look at that!" Peppy pointed at the smallish vulpine who got up on a chair to take one of his dad's finest pistols from the weapon rack. "He even knows how to aim the thing!"
"Yeah," James went after his son. "Good thing it's not loaded or you and me would be in a whirlwind of trouble."
Then just as James was close to grabbing his son, the cub turned and aimed straight for a can on a shelf across the room, pulled the trigger, and in less time than it takes to inhale, a single bullet struck the can, hitting its bullseye dead center.