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When most people think of a hero they think of someone who is selfless and indestructible. We are not most people though, there is no normal, abnormal, only different. There is nothing to compare different to if there is nothing different. Good is not good without evil, clean is not clean without dirty. There is also no sober without shit faced, and that is exactly what Fox McCloud was at that moment, shit faced. The former captain of the disband Star Fox was wallowing in his own sorrow because of the loss of his only love... Her. He would never be able to have Her back because He had stolen Her. No. Stop, it was your own stupidity that pushed her away. Thought the vulpine. You have caused your own sorrow and now... She is gone. Gone. The vulpine stood and stumbled over to the view port in his room, in the distance he could see the space station that Star Wolf occupied. He was going to destroy it. But then she would never love you, said a voice in his head. She would hate you for taking the only other home she had. Fox stood there dumb struck. Had he just contemplated murdering hundreds, no, thousands of people, innocent or not, just because he couldn't have what he wanted. He fell backwards and hit his communicator.
"Rob! activate self destruct twenty minutes," he called. If he was willing to destroy others that had not provoked him, he would leave this place and start a new life. Else were, away from the war stricken galaxy known as Lylat, and what better way than to fake his own death. He stood now, sobered from that experience and ran to his room and grabbed his blaster and a change of clothes. Once he had done so he ran to the escape pods upon arrival he disconnected the pod from the ship as to not leave a trace behind and jettisoned in the nick of time as the ship deteriorated into nothingness right in front of him. He turned now to the front view port and the controls and shot into the distance. He didn't know how he was gonna make it, but he would for his own sake. Not his father's, not Krystal's, not anyone else but for his own sake, and sanity.
*-Sargasso Hideout-*
Krystal stood staring at the flaming ball of steel that she used to call home. Not anymore though He had forced her off his team. She could have stayed though, she could have refused to leave and still be in the arms of the vulpine she truly loved, and not in the arms of the feline she had grown to hate. Now, though, she had no where else to go. Fuck it she was leaving and there was nothing they could do to stop it. She stood from her seat in the observation room and walked briskly down to the hanger, on the way down she stared down all the men she had the displeasure of meeting. Then there was panther, he in himself was a symbol for hate and she let him know so by castrating him the night he had tried to have his way with her. She looked into his eye's and struck the fear pf Cerinia into him. She entered the hanger where she climbed the ladder posted by her Arwing and she sat in the cockpit preparing for take off. Then Wolf strode into the hanger.
"I can't let you do that blue fox," he said in an amused manner, Krystal looked up and stared into his soul and snarled at him.
"Like hell you can't," she replied.
"And I don't intend to stop you, in fact I may follow you and become a loner to the galaxy. My only rival is gone, the only person who was truly better than me, the person I hated most of all. Now," he pause and stroked the goatee under his chin. "I have no reason to be a merc anymore. I have money, I have infamy and yet... It is a hollow victory he died of some accident of on purpose and I wasn't the one who caused it." He turned her stare against her. "You are, And I salute you for the work you have done for me and this team but I can see this isn't a place for anyone but this scum. So go, escape from here and never come back. For if you do, you will surly die a lonely husk of a person." He turned now and strode from the hanger in all his Wolf'ness.
Krystal stared after him, for an old merc he was quite a deep thinker. Guess that comes with the life style. She settled back into the cockpit and closed the canopy. The ship slowly lifter off and drifted into the open space around the station. As she passed the wreckage she saw a bright flash of light coming far off in the distance it looked like an escape pod, but it couldn't be she could feel no life in that ship it was just... there.
*-Corneria Military Head Quarters-*
General Peppy Hare sat in his seat behind the desk of the late General John Pepper. He sat and stared at the picture of Fox McCloud, his surrogate son, his team mate, his friend. He was surly killed in the blast of the ship's self destruction and they had given up hope's pf finding him or his body. The hare leaned down to the bottom drawer of the desk and removed a bottle that contained an orangeish red liquid. he opened the bottle and pored a healthy amount in the glass that lay there with it. He then leaned back in the chair and downed about half of the liquid grimacing at the foul taste, but hey, he would feel better in after a few drinks. Soon a knock was herd at his door. he quickly stowed the bottle back in the drawer and sat up straight.
"Come in," he said. A blue bird with a Star Fox logo on his shirt came into the office and shut the door. "I'd never thought the day would come when I would say this Falco, but please take a seat and drink with me." Falco smiled sadly.
"I'm sorry to say," he said. "But I'm gonna have to turn down your offer old timer." He removed the pinned logo from his jacket. "I don't deserve to wear this anymore. I was able to fight hundreds of enemy fighters and face the intense heat of Sol, but I could not keep the man who made Star Fox what it used to be alive. I'm skipping town Peppy, and... I'm sorry." He looked at his shoes. "I couldn't keep the only memory of James alive. Good by General sir, and good luck." The hare sat speechless as he witnessed the most heart felt speech come from a seemingly heartless bird. He sighed and began.
"We've all made our mistakes in our life, and we've all had our share of heart ache. This how ever crossed the line by a mile and is still going. I don't blame Krystal for how she reacted to Fox, hell, I would have done the same. I just wish I had one more chance to see the man we made one last time if for only a brief moment to tell the som'-bitch I loved him."
Falco nodded and left the room. The hare leaned back in his chair again. This was going to be a long life.
*-Corneria Planet University.-*
A brown fox in a blue suit and grey tie strode down the hall, This fox stood at about five feet, three inches and had a masculine build to him. He stopped at a room labeled Scholar Ship Application and stepped inside. Once on the other side of the door he turned and met mussels with a stunning young arctic fox. He froze, every, single, damn, time he met a beautiful woman he became speechless, and bashful. Not anymore though he would be confident, unlike his old identity. He stood a little straighter and looked into the blue orbs of the smaller vixen.
"Excuse me miss," He said. She blushed hard at the sight of him and he moved to reopen the door for her. "Allow me." She blushed a deeper shade of red that showed through as a pink color that mingled with her pure white fur.
"T-t-thank y-you," she said.
"The pleasure is all mine," The fox replied. Ha, this was easier than he thought. He closed the door as the beautiful woman left. He turned, once more, to the desk and calmly laid the folder down on the desk. The grey she-wolf behind the desk picked up the folder and thumbed through it. She smiled and looked up at the man.
"Is this all true Mr. Stafford," she asked. The vulpine John Stafford looked at the wolf.
"Of course it is Mrs... Wither-spoon." She smiled at him.
"Bring your own instruments to the tryout next month. Here in your solo and scale list, be there if half this stuff is correct they will surly take you. Don't slack on the tryout though, we only take the best if the best."
"Mrs. Wither-spoon, I have never slacked a day in my life." The Wolf nodded. John turned and left the office and walked briskly down the hall oh how he was going to enjoy this new life of his.
*-Somewhere out in the Universe-*
A blue vixen sat in front of a mirror and stared deeply into her own soul. She knew he was out there, the only question was where she searched her heart and mind for the where but she found no one in the general galaxy with even a remotely similar type of thought pattern as her beloved. The search goes on she thought. She stood and walked over to a jute box in the corner of her quarters in, The Vixen's Revenge and put a random song on there. She knew them all, he had played them at one point in time for her, and she was willing to keep them alive. This one though was her favorite. a soft piano began the piece.
Company, always on the run,
destiny, mm with the rising sun,
Oh, I was born, six gun in my hand,
Behind the gun, I'll make my final stand,
That's why they call me.
Bad company, but I cant deny
Bad company, till the day I die,
Till the day I die,
Rebel souls, deserters we are called,
chose a gun, and threw away the Son,
Now these towns, they all know our name,
six-gun sound is our claim to fame,
And I can hear them say,
Bad company, and I won't deny,
Bad, bad company, till the day I die,
Till the day I die, till the day I die.
The song faded into the next but the vixen knew now why this had been the first son the vulpine had played for her. He was bad company, he was trying to tell her from day one to stay away because of the things he did and the life he led. He just couldn't bare to tell her that, so he let her stay. The fatal mistake that not just he made, but her as well, was to fall in love... With a doomed man.
Hey you guys Thank you all for reading chapter one for my Star Fox fic and I hope that you enjoy. Links will be posted below for songs that I have used in that chapter in order from where it appeared in the chapter. Here is the link for the song above. Bye have a beautiful time! out!
*Bad Company By: Bad Company.
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