This is going to be my first one-shot that may develop into more depending on the reception it gets. This is a random idea I didn't really want to forget. Go Star Fox I loved that game when I was a kid!
Beep
The black haired wolf snoozed lightly, not worried at all since his ship was on autopilot. The Clunker, as he called it, was actually one of the outdated models of the Arwing. Hell, they were practically giving the thing away when he found it. Thirty-seven thousand credits was nothing for a starship in the Lylat System these days, and he had to admit it was a pretty sweet deal since it was still equipped with a Dual Laser system, a Bomb Launcher that he had modified to drop a Decoy when he needed it. He called it The Boy, a name reminiscent of the old fairy tale.
Beep
Along with the leftover weapon systems on The Clunker still had a Mark VII Plasma Engine, which was both a good thing and a bad thing when one thought about it. The good thing about it was that the Mark VII was probably one of the fastest and most powerful engines despite its age, and when set up right it can pump enough juice into a Warp Drive to get you at least half-way across the galaxy in seconds. The bad thing was that it sucked up fuel like a vacuum, and with the ever rising price of fuel, travel was getting to be a bit expensive. Good thing he didn't have a Warp Drive. Not that the black haired wolf minded all that much anyway. If he needed it, he could get the money. Mercenary jobs? No problem. Scavenger missions? Sure thing. Bounty Hunting? Always. This old (though only of twenty-five years, technically) dog knew all the tricks.
Beep
The black haired wolf stirred in his half-doze, his hands behind his head. He wore an old military jacket (ironically one that happened to fit him at the same time he bought The Clunker) with the Cornerian flag on the left shoulder. The rank of the previous owner was unknown, but there was a rip where the tag had been. The wolf assumed it was dishonorable discharge that caused it, and he had never bothered getting it fixed. Under the jacket, he wore a plain green collared shirt, which matched his pants in color. On his feet were a pair of combat boots, the only new item of clothing he wore. Around his neck was a lanyard, with a laminated card with a picture of his face, his basic information, and another Cornerian flag. Currently, the black haired wolf was in a relaxed position in his seat, with his feet up on the control panel. He had a white headband over his eyes to keep out the light from the many instruments spread throughout the cockpit.
Beep
The Clunker, still in the color of a normal Arwing (though the paint was chipping away here and there), listed lazily through space on its way to Fichina to deliver some supplies to the Cornerian Defense Post, as that was the black haired wolfs current job. Everything was peaceful, and in his haze he thought, "This job is supposedly classified. With Star Fox disbanded, they gotta rely on guys like me to do the small stuff. No hair off my ass, this'll be the easiest hundred k I've ever made."
Beep…beepbeepbeepbeep!
"WARNING! WARNING! UNIDENTIFIED OBJECT APPROACHING! IMPACT IMMINENT!" the warning system blared, rousing the black haired wolf. Lazily, he lifted the headband and looked over at his radar screen. On it was a small blip, heading straight for his position at an incredible pace.
"Awh shit!" he proclaimed, jolting upright as the severity of the situation donned on him: missle hits ship, ship leaks air, and he dies. And that was if the shields were working, something he needed to get fixed. If not, the damn rocket would just blow him to smithereens. He flipped a switch and his seat clicked forward into flight position. He flipped another and the yoke, basically a stick that controlled the ship, came up from the control panel. Lastly, he flipped a final switch to turn the autopilot off.
"WARNING! IMPACT IMMINENT! TAKE EVASIVE ACTION IMMEDIATELY!"
"Yeah yeah, shut up," he yelled to the machine ("Now I'm fighting with machines, great.")before taking the yoke and pulling up hard. Since he was in space, and gravity was the same inside the ship, there was no G-Force for him to feel as he did this, but outside he saw a million streaks of white head straight down, and he caught a glimpse of a pale blue planet: Fichina. Figures he'd reach his destination before he got ambushed. Probably a bunch of thugs after the supplies, all military from what he could tell. Once he stopped his loop and his radar righted itself, he found that the missile (he had been assuming it was a missile) was still hot on his tail…no pun intended.
"Son of a bitch. That's it I'm dropping The Boy…my last one too," he said, flipping the cover over a little blue button and punching it down with his thumb. Outside, a small blue ball was shot backwards out of the Bomb Launcher. It had small antennas at four points. The black haired wolf watched as his radar exploded into a flurry of dots, and cursed the fact that his own ship wasn't equipped with something to protect it from his own Decoy. The Boy did its job, however, and the missile curved off and exploded, hitting the Decoy and destroying it. Ahead, three more dots appeared on his radar, and the black haired wolf looked forward to see only three ships, little things, coming toward him in a makeshift V.
"Yeah come and get some, assholes," the black haired wolf cursed, taking careful aim, "I've got a present for ya. Call it a thank you for interrupting my nap." On the opposite side of the blue button on the control panel was another covered button, but this one was red and had a skull scratched into the surface. The black haired wolf waited for the perfect moment, and as soon as the display just in front of the yoke said "Locked" he flipped the cover and slammed his fist down on the button. The Bomb Launcher, aiming directly for the center ship, fired, sending the red ball flying toward them. The thugs must have realized the threat too late, and the black haired wolf watched as the bomb exploded into a red sphere of energy, annihilating the ships. With a smirk, the black haired wolf began his descent toward Fichina.
There you go, random idea done. If you would like to see this continue, please review. Also, should it continue, I'm taking names for the black haired wolf. Any input is greatly appreciated. Thank you!