Hi everyone. SmashFan here with an all new, original fan-fic. This fan-fic has had over one year of history around it so I hope you all enjoy it. It follows the story of one of my original Star Fox characters, Nikki Grant. As you'll soon discover, she's an arctic fox, approximately nineteen years old. She has no memory of her past. As the fic progresses, she'll slowly remember more and more about it.

Anyway, despite the errors in this story, many people have enjoyed it. I hope you all will too. :)

Lastly, THIS FAN-FIC DOES NOT TAKE SF: COMMAND INTO ACCOUNT

Prologue: 1 year after the Apariod Invasion

It's dark... very dark. My ears are ringing, my head is throbbing. I can feel my heart pounding, I can't see a thing...

''Where am I?' I think to myself. 'I can't remember anything...'

I start to open my eyes, very slowly. I begin to see a faint ray of light. It's getting brighter every second. I begin to see outlines of objects. Everything is blurry... I hear a scream... I think it was me... I feel incredibly sick and dizzy.

I suddenly realize that people are all around me. My vision becomes clearer as I realize that most of them are covered in white coats. They're wearing some sort of masks.

"I need a extra doctor in here!" I hear someone yell.

'Doctor? What the hell are they doing to me?' I think to myself as I let out another scream.

"We need to get this girl into surgery right away," another person shouts. "she is bleeding to death!"

I suddenly realize that I'm being held down by two people, one at each side of me. I struggle for breath, my chest hurts. I continue to scream, both in pain and in terror.

"Put her out before she hurts herself!" I hear a third person yell.

I feel pain shoot up my arm... I scream for the third time and I fade out of consciousness...

It's quiet now... very very quiet. I feel my chest rise and fall. I hear a slow, rhythmic beeping noise. I suddenly feel very cold and I begin to shiver.

I hear a voice right next to me say, "Oh dear, your getting chilled... I'll go and grab you a extra blanket, 'k hon?"

I slowly open my eyes halfway, just in time to see a female dingo in a gray coat and pants walk out of the room.

I turn my head and face the ceiling when it suddenly occurs to me. I must be in a hospital.

'Why am I in a hospital?' I think to myself. 'Gahh, I can't remember anything... why can't I remember?'

I open my mouth to breath but my throat feels like it's on fire.

'Breathe through you nose,' I tell myself. 'It's less painful.'

The nurse walks back into my room, with a thick blanket in her hands. It's blue and it looks like it is hand-woven because it has a beautiful picture of an ocean stitched into it.

"My name is Fran, I'll be your night-shift nurse hon." She says as she covers me with the blanket.

"My throat... hurts..." I manage to croak out.

Saying those few words is very difficult because it feels like a knife is jammed in my throat. Fran walks to the other side of my bed, grabs the pitcher from the table, and begins to pour a glass of cold water.

"Here," She says in a worried manner as she puts a straw in the cup. "drink through the straw or it may make it worse..."

As I try to raise my right hand, my whole arm begins to tremble with weakness. I gasp lightly in surprise. I am shocked at not only how heavy my arm feels but what it looks like is surprising to me. My whole arm is covered in pure white fur, including my hand. Although the fur is less dense on it. My fingers are tipped with pale blue claws, short but sharp.

"Don't worry about it hon," Fran says with a concerned sigh. " I'll help you."

She holds the top of the cup next to my mouth, and I take a few small gulps out of the straw. I slowly lay my arm back down as I drink. I can only take a little bit more before I need to stop because it hurts to swallow.

After she sets the cup back down on the table, she waits for me to say something.

"I... do not remember anything... or who I am." I manage to say in a strained voice.

"The doctor said you might experience temporary amnesia." She replies. " You've suffered a concussion."

She has a weary, almost sad, look on her face as she continues. She starts to speak in bits and pieces. "You were on a transport vessel... It was attacked by pirates this morning... And it fell back down to Corneria City, crushing several buildings... six hundred have been found dead so far today..."

Fran begins to cry softly as I feel an immense wave of sorrow shoot through me.

'Six hundred? Dead?' I ponder softly. 'I can't even imagine how many people that really is...'

Fran wipes away the tears from her eyes before continuing. "The rescuers who found you believe that you are a soldier for the Cornerian army because they found you in a high security sector of the ship. You were also wearing a standard Cornerian uniform and had a blaster in your possession."

I couldn't believe the words that I was hearing. Soldier? Blaster? High security? All of these things didn't make much sense to me, it didn't sound like me at all. Then again, I have no idea who I am anyway.

There is a knock on my room door as it opens.

Another nurse walks in the room and says. "I'm sorry Fran but this patient has a visitor. I'm gonna have to ask you leave for a few minutes."

"Okay, that's fine Ralph. I'll leave." Fran says as she stands up and walks out of the room.

I slowly turn my head to the right, to face my visitor. I see him standing in the doorway. His arms are crossed and he's leaning on the door.

"I'm glad you're alive," he says in a deep voice. "I thought that you had gone down with the rest of them."