A quick little oneshot to get me started. I don't own StarFox yada yada yada.
They say that pain defines our existence.
It makes it who we are, it gives us something to hold onto.
When I was told that my father had died, I was broken. Parts of me were shattered where I wept. The parts of me that survived became strong.
I drew from them. I depended on my stability for survival. And my stability came from one thing. I was going to kill Andross. And Pigma.
To that end I survived, and I changed. I grew up. I became a pilot. I trained for hours a day and I hated.
It's not a good thing to be bred on hate. It consumes you, and nourishes you. It keeps you warm when you could die of cold; it keeps you entertained when you're alone. And alone you are.
I kept to myself for years. I avoided large crowds and noisy places. I fell off the grid and lived alone.
Then Peppy found me. He came knocking and looked me in the eyes, as no one had done for so long, and he saw the one thing I thought no one could see. He saw that a child still cried for his father at night. He saw a man who had lived with love and now knew hate.
He helped me back from the edge, he showed me my old friends.
We got together and formed a crew, and now my life is finally looking up.