Self explanatory. Explanations in the fic. I do not own Star Fox or any of it's affiliations. I do, however, own this fic and Shadow. I AM Shadow, so it makes sense.
Chapter 1
The Beginning…Again
??: You've got to do something, Shadow. Your fans aren't very pleased with your decision. Two projects down the drain, and you finished them out of boredom.
Shadow: I know, I know. Why do you worry so much about ratings?
Mr. Worries About Ratings: Because that's my name.
Shadow looks at the man's nametag, and it was true; it was his name.
Shadow: Okay then…I think I have an idea. Just promise me you won't get in the way this time. Mr. Saw was enough of an annoyance.
Mr. Worries About Ratings: Don't worry about it. If I did, I'd probably end up like him.
Shadow: Now you're catchin' on!
Mr. Worries About Ratings: You're still going to use that?
Shadow: Yep.
Mr. Worries About Ratings: Fine. Just get out there and make us proud.
Shadow: like hell I will. I'm doing this for me…and my fans.
He walks out of the room.
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The hatch opens in the hanger and Shadow walks in with his traditional outfit. A black cloak, chains around his left arm, belt across his chest that goes over the right shoulder and holds two large swords, a belt around his waist that holds a small dagger like sword, and a black headband. He walks down the hall, right into the TV room.
Shadow: Aw, sweet memories. Good thing it wasn't too long. So, if I have this right, then they should be waking up anytime now.
Just as he predicted, the door slid open to reveal Fox. And just like Shadow thought, he looked more than surprised, then more than furious.
Fox: What the hell are you doing here?! Didn't you put us through enough?!
Shadow: No. See, my producer thought that ending the other show was bad. So, here I am. Wake the others and tell them to get ready. We need to leave in about 20 minutes.
Fox: Leave?! No, I'm not going to!
Falco: What is going on?!
Everyone had woken up from Fox's yelling. Falco, Krystal, Slippy and Peppy stood behind him.
Shadow: Good, you're up.
Everyone except Shadow and Fox: You again?!
Shadow: Yes. Now, get dressed and ready. Bring anything you want, I just wanna get started.
Falco: Not this again! We're not doing this!
Shadow wields all three swords, the largest in his right hand, middle sized in left, and smallest in his mouth.
Shadow: (With sword handle in mouth) I don't think you have a choice.
That appeared to be the only persuading the others needed. They ran to their rooms and grabbed all their stuff in 20 minutes and one second.
Shadow: I SAID 20 MINUTES, NOT 20 MINUTES AND ONE SECOND!!! But I'll let it slide.
Everyone else: Phew…
Shadow: Alright.
He hit his palms together and all of them were teleported to an unknown location. It appeared to be a warehouse.
Shadow: Smile, you're on camera.
Everyone else: Say what?
The lights flickered on, and they were indeed inside a warehouse. At least until the walls fell away to revealing thousands of screaming fans, all of them cheering 'Star Fox'. They were in what appeared to be an amphitheater, all six of them being in a hexagonal island in the middle. The lights were similar to those on "Millionare".
Shadow: I will never understand how a mercenary group could become as famous as Oprah, only your fans aren't all women who don't know what to do with their life.
Krystal: Hey! I love Oprah!
Shadow: Yeah, I read it in "Big Whoop" magazine. The point being that it's time for…
He pointed to the audience.
Audience: Q&A Madness!!
Shadow: That's right! And that means that you, the viewers, will send in questions. Only this time, a little twist. I will give you a category. This time, it's…
He pushes a button and each of the screens in the theater hold the image of blurred selections flying by. It slows down and stops on…
Shadow: Family ties! What does their family trees include, and what details are there to it? You'll find out next time on…
Audience: Q&A Madness!!
Shadow: Good night!
Peppy: It's just now dawn!
Shadow: I'll hit you with this giant seashell!
He holds out a giant seashell, about the size of a theater screen. Peppy runs away screaming.
Shadow: Get back here, damn it!
Fox: Man, I HATE Q&A's!
Weird, huh? That's what it's supposed to be. For this fic, I'm gonna leave some details for those who can't remember.
Category: Family ties
Characters available: Fox, Falco, Krystal, Slippy, Peppy, and Shadow.
And now, I'm going to wait. Once I get some good questions, I'll hold a poll on who should run the show with me. They will do it for 1 chapter. You cannot vote for yourself, and you can't vote for someone who just went. I will hold it every...three chapters, maybe. Remember, if you don't like how I portray you, tell me and I'll improve.
Keep impressing me!
Shadow