Disclaimer: I do not own Star Fox, nor do I own Nintendo. I DO, however, own any OC's in this fanfic

Chapter One

The Savior on the Motorbike

Roy's life was changed forever on that fateful night. For almost ten years, his life was just crap, like almost every 24-year-old man's life. He actually had thoughts of taking "the mortal highway" from time to time. But all of that went away when he first encountered a group of intergalactic mercenaries: a group known as Star Fox.

Roy was just walking home to his apartment, with his head hanging low and a depressive angst that could've sent him hurtling into suicide. The walk home was very long, so it was what he chose to keep him away from his foster mother or, as he calls her, the "slave driver" who didn't want to leave. Roy had just turned the corner when he noticed an eyesore that shouldn't even exist: two groups of animals, or at least, what looked like animals. They sure as hell were animals, but what set them apart was the fact that they had the traits of average humans; they were standing on their hind legs, seemed to have opposable thumbs as though they were above the evolutionary chain, and (this was a shocker) were wearing clothes. As Roy could tell, they actually looked like the animals that inhabited Earth; one group consisted of what seemed to be a panther, a chameleon, and a wolf with an eye-patch. The other set included some kind of falcon and a pair of foxes: one with red fur, and (unbelievably) another with blue. Roy had no idea what was happening, but somehow, he just felt the necessary urge to help out whoever was the good guys (and from his judgment, anyone with an eye-patch wasn't all for justice,) so he looked around for a plan of attack. Suddenly, he noticed a vacant bike just waiting to be ridden. He hesitated at first, but decided that helping out others was more important than risking incarceration, so he stepped over to bike, hotwired it, and started it up, waiting for the right time to help. Meanwhile, just around the corner, the Star Fox team was preparing for their battle with Star Wolf.

"Just admit it already, Fox," Wolf mocked. "You and I both know that we're superior to your group." "Well that's surprising," Fox shot back, with a smug grin on his face. "We beat you five or six times in the past, and now you're saying you're better than us?" Wolf said nothing; he was too busy trying to hold it in. Unfortunately, his temper got the better of him, and Wolf would've charged towards Fox if his teammates, Panther and Leon, hadn't held him back. "Face it, Wolf," ridiculed Falco, one of Fox's teammates. "When it comes to losing, you guys are always gonna be second-to-none." Pretty soon, both Panther and Leon were about to lose their grip, for they were trying to keep their temper, until finally, Leon, the psychotic chameleon with a thirst for action, asked Wolf in a manic voice, "Can we kill them now and get it over with?" Wolf didn't say anything, but instead, he gave a murderous-looking grin that could only be seen on an inmate at the local penitentiary. Krystal, the team's telepath, didn't have to read his mind to know what he was thinking. She just took one look at Wolf's expression, and her only response was, "This is not good!" To both Fox and Wolf, that was the signal for one of the biggest struggles of their lives.

Star Fox and Star Wolf both charged at each other with break-neck speed. When they got close together, Fox leaped forward and, with his leg extended, attempted to kick Wolf in the chest. Wolf, however, just caught his leg in mid-air and slammed him into the sidewalk. Enraged by what he did to one of his greatest friends, Falco dashed towards Wolf, leapt up with his feet to Wolf's head and launched his feet into his face, landing with a back-flip as Wolf toppled down to the ground, blood oozing from a gash along the side of his face. Falco then pulled Fox off the cement ground, but the next thing Falco knew, however, Panther clubbed him in the face unexpectedly. Still standing, Falco twisted around with a feathery fist and returned a punch to Panther's gut, knocking him about four feet. Unfortunately, just before Panther smacked into Krystal, she brought her leg up and swung it with all of her might into his crotch. Panther didn't scream out; however, he just fell over to the ground and whimpered in pain, holding his groin. Krystal was proud of what she did, that is, until she felt a hand hit her in the back of the neck. Both Fox and Falco turned to find Leon standing over Krystal's unconscious body. Surprised, they both tried to dash towards him, but were cut short when Wolf, who had just revived a few minutes ago, punched them both in the back of their necks. As they fell over on the sidewalk, Wolf smugly gloated, "I told you, Fox; we're better than ya in every way." He then pulled out a laser pistol and pointed it at Fox's head. "Unfortunately for you," Wolf started. "We want to keep it that way."

That was Roy's cue to leap in and help. He revved up the bike and sped around the corner, catching the attention of Wolf and his team. He then swerved the bike to land a 270-degree rotation just a few feet behind Wolf. "Well, well, well," Wolf began, turning to face Roy. "Who have we here?" "Another punching bag, I presume," replied Panther in a booming baritone voice. Leon then added, "Thank goodness; I was getting bored already." Roy's only response was, "I'm gonna give ya ten seconds to put the goddamn gun away." What's this guy doing? He's going to get himself killed, Fox thought. Wolf just chuckled at the sight of Roy's demanding demeanor, so when he got it out of his system, he commanded Leon, "Go ahead and beat him to a pulp." Leon then crouched into a battle stance and answered, "With pleasure."

Suddenly, he sprinted towards Roy with an incredible burst of speed. Roy, however, just stood unflinching in the same the same spot until Leon was a few feet from him. Roy suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline course through his veins, and time slowed to a crawl. Roy leaped forward in the air and over Leon's head. While in mid-air, Roy brought his foot out and clipped Leon in the back of the head. After Roy landed, Leon, who was rubbing the back of his throbbing skull, rushed at Roy with two clenched fists. When he got close, he threw his fists at Roy's face. Roy, as agile as he is, leaned backward to avoid the potential blow, immediately sprung forward with his arm firmly lengthened and his fist rigidly clasped, and landed an attack to Leon's gut. Before Leon even had time to clutch his stomach, Roy launched a roundhouse kick underneath Leon's chin. Leon flew three feet into the air with a back flip and landed with a face-plant onto the sidewalk.

Wolf was outraged that his best fighter was defeated so easily, so he turned to Panther to let him know it was his turn. Panther didn't have to wait for an answer, because he just raced towards Roy with a blood-lusting grin on his look. Roy was still looking at Leon's unconscious body, as though he were contemplating how to finish him off. Panther took it as an open spot, so he continued charging with the overconfident smirk still attached to his face. He only got as close as about a foot when Roy suddenly twisted around with a fist that buried its knuckles into the side of Panther's face. He then toppled over on his side, unconscious and in extreme pain, just like his comrade. Standing in the middle of the knocked-out foes, Roy cockily asked Wolf with a grin on his face, "Is this the best ya got, el feo perro?" Wolf had a nervous glimpse in his eyes, but strangely, he started to regain confidence, which unfortunately meant bad news for Roy.

Wolf quickly dashed at Roy at a speed that would've made a drag racer jealous. As soon as he got close, Wolf attempted to punch Roy, but Roy's reflexes said otherwise. Roy immediately put his arm up to parry the blow. Just as soon as he blocked the fist, Roy tried to ram his foot into Wolf's stomach, but was cut short when Wolf grabbed the underside of his leg. Keeping a firm grip on his limb, Wolf spun around and, eventually, released Roy into one of the lobby windows of the nearest skyscraper. Coughing up a little blood, Roy picked himself up from the tile floor just in time to block one of Wolf's kicks. The two warriors continued their battle as they crossed the lobby, exchanging blows and parries, and entered the fire exit, taking their skirmish to the roof of the skyscraper.

Roy flew out the door, bloodied and beaten, with Wolf, in slightly better shape, trailing behind him. While Roy was writhing in pain on the ground, Wolf put his foot on Roy's stomach and pushed with a great burst of strength, making Roy skid about 12 feet along the coarse cement. Wolf slowly approached Roy with both a demonic stare and a murderous smirk on his mug. Roy, despite the desperate state he was in, got up to his feet and clumsily returned to a battle stance. Wolf then stood in front of Roy and chuckled. "I can't believe yer still willing to take a beating," he started. "Any other person would be unconscious by now, much less stay standing." Roy smirked and, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, replied, "Well then, I guess I'm more than any other person, and for a good reason." Wolf was a little confused, so Roy continued, "Right now, I'm fighting for a good cause; to help those guys out. You, on the other hand, are just fighting for two things: glory and vengeance." Roy happened to notice the slight tinge of shock in Wolf's eye: the feeling of both fear and realization. "That's why no matter how hard ya try, you'll never win." Wolf's expression then changed from bewildered to furious. Wolf cried out, "We'll see about that!"

Wolf rushed towards Roy with blinding speed. Roy, however, picked up a conveniently placed ice pick lying next to his foot. Unfortunately, Roy wasn't able to use it, because Wolf reached him just before he was able to swing. Wolf lifted Roy by the collar of his shirt and flung him to the opposite end of the building. Roy didn't come to a stop by sliding along the rough cement this time; however, he rolled along the roof and over the edge of the skyscraper.

If it weren't for Roy's quick-thinking, firm grip, or long reach, he would've fell down thirty stories and land with a splat on the walkway. But no; instead, Roy kept hold of his grip on the edge, staring down towards the sidewalk. He glanced up one time to find Wolf hovering over him, giving off a vibe that would make even a daredevil feel fear. "So what was all that talk about me not winning?" he asked in an arrogant tone. Then Wolf pressed his foot down on Roy's hand, making him scream out in pain. As tears welled up in Roy's eyes, Wolf bent over and said one thing to his ear, "Goodbye." All of a sudden, he pushed his foot off the edge of the building, causing Roy to lose his grip and plummet to oblivion.

Roy plunged at rapid speed, thinking it was the end for him, until he remembered that he still held his ice pick. He then positioned himself so that he could save himself if he timed it just right. Roy held his ice pick over his head and, with great strength, forced it hard enough into the wall so that it was wedged inside it. His timing was perfect, too, because instead of slamming face-first into solid concrete, he crashed through a window with only a few shards of glass that penetrated his face and arms.

Wolf, confused because he was expecting a splat instead of a crash, dashed over to the edge and looked down towards where Roy should've landed, and sure enough, there wasn't even a spatter of blood to prove it. All of a sudden, he heard the same deep voice that he thought he'd never hear again yell, "Surprise!" Instantly after, Wolf felt a powerful shove from behind. He then turned to find Roy gripping on his vest. Wolf didn't have time to question how he survived, so he jabbed Roy on the left side of the face with his fist. Roy reacted with a right jab and a left hook. Then they began exchanging blows while dropping at terminal velocity. Halfway down the skyscraper, Roy grabbed the fur on the right side of Wolf's face and rammed it into the side of the building, tearing off a chunk of fur and flesh as the face skidded along the jagged cement. Finally, Roy pulled Wolf away from the wall, faced him towards the sidewalk, and got on his back. After it was all put together, Wolf landed face-first into the concrete; as if it wasn't fatal enough that he landed with a smack on solid ground, having someone on his back while landing made it even worse.

Roy, practically uninjured from the impact, stepped away from the scene. Wolf, however, just lay still where he landed. He wasn't dead, though, but he was in critical condition. At least three of his ribs were broken, one of them piercing his lung, and he was coughing up blood. Panther and Leon had just came around just in time to find Wolf still lying in the small crater, and when they noticed he was half-dead, they rushed over and cautiously held him up to carry him away. As soon as he was up from the ground, Wolf asked Roy half-consciously, "Who are…you?" Still facing away from the Star Wolf team, Roy answered with a firm tone, "I'm Roy McCormick." He then subtly turned his head enough to catch a glimpse of the defeated group and demanded, "Don't let me catch you three in Houston again!"

Well, that's the first chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I'm not really that good with writing fighting scenes, so the battles may seem a little short.