Author's Note: Hi, all. TeenPsychoPath here. Wow...this isn't my first fanfic EVER, but it's my first on this site and my first F-Zero fanfic. A little hard to get used to this site's way of doing things, I think. For anyone wondering, this is going to feature my OC character. I hope you like him.
This entire fanfic itself was inspired by another F-Zero fanfic I currently read here: "Bound Together By Fate: The Don Genie Saga". I recommend it, it's great. Like it, I also mix the continuities of the Falcon Denetsu (or whatever it's called) anime and the games themselves (though I don't take a whole lot from the anime). This should have racing, humor, adventure, and maybe a little romance, not sure yet. But, in the meantime, I present the first F-Zero fanfic I've ever written: "The Second Generation"
DISCLAIMER: I don't own F-Zero. Nintendo owns it. Happy?
Prologue: Four Years Ago
Velos Inner's emerald eyes were fixated on the screen before him, never missing a second of the race coverage. In complete awe of the visions before him, Velos clutched the remote in his hand so tightly it seemed as if it would crush in his grip. Velos loved the F-Zero; after all, he had grown up with it around him.
Velos' parents, Roderick and Felicity Inner, were both F-Zero racers. Much like fellow competitors Gomar and Shioh, pilots of the machine dubbed the Twin Norrita, Roderick and Felicity both operated a single machine. The couple was extremely coordinated with each other, never missing a single race yet never winning one, either.
The reason for this blazed across the screen.
Number seven, the Blue Falcon, flown by none other than the famous Captain Falcon. Velos' parents were in a close second in their own machine, the Cyber Chariot, followed by F-Zero representative Super Arrow in his King Meteor. Other machines, such as Samurai Goroh's Fire Stingray and Pico's Wild Goose, brought up behind the Inners and Falcon.
"This is it, ladies and gentlemen!" boomed the announcer, Velos drinking in his every word. "It's the last lap, and it's no surprise that Captain Falcon's up in first, but the Inners are in a close second! Oh, wait, there's the Red Gazelle!"
Sure enough, a narrow column of red swept into the pack, the number "01" painted across the side. The Red Gazelle quickly squeezed between Goroh and Pico, sealing the opening as it boosted past them.
"Is the Gazelle going to make it?!" the announcer cried. "No, wait, Goroh cuts it off with a boost of his own! That's going to make it harder for the Night Thunder to get through!"
The arrow-shaped machine mentioned inched its way to the rear of the pack, lightning decals doing nothing whatsoever to enhance its speed. The green-and-yellow Wild Goose immediately slammed into the side of the Night Thunder, knocking the machine off balance and sending it into a guardrail.
"Oh, what an end for Silver Neelson!" the announcer reported.
"Sorry, Neelson," Velos whispered. Mortimer "Silver" Neelson, the pilot of the Night Thunder, was a long-time friend of the Inner family. Having raced in the F-Zero for decades, Neelson had more knowledge of the experiences of the Grand Prix than all other pilots put together—including Captain Falcon. Neelson often passed on his knowledge to those who bought him a drink, something the Inner parents did quite often.
Other racers decided to force their way into the pack. Two machines, the Mighty Hurricane and the Mighty Typhoon, both parts of the racing team known as Team Shooting Star, appeared at the rear end of the pack. The Team Shooting Star members added to the tense struggle for first place, Falcon still managing to hold his lead.
"What an intense Grand Prix this is, folks! Wait—WHAT IN THE GALAXY IS PICO DOING?!" yelped the announcer as the Wild Goose boosted, leaning very close to the guardrail, and took a sudden left turn, attempting a reckless ram into the Blue Falcon.
Pico's mad plan worked…to a degree. While the Wild Goose did hit Falcon quite hard, the other racers were speeding too fast to stop. Machines were sent soaring into the air by the sheer force of impact, the Red Gazelle being the epicenter of the explosion of kinetic energy. Some machines were even flung into the stands, injuring many innocent spectators.
"Wha-what just happened?!" the announcer cried.
Velos could barely believe his eyes.
"Mom! Dad!" the twelve-year-old cried, leaping from his seat and dashing to the television. He scanned the pile-up furiously, hoping to find some trace of his parents.
He did.
He soon wished he did not.
The tears in Velos Inner's emerald eyes served one good purpose: they blurred the sight of the near-complete destruction of the Cyber Chariot.