Nothing Passed Tomorrow

Written by K.Weaver 2003 (although I'm still working on it)

This story is for entertainment purposes only and is not written with permission of the StarFox License by Nintendo. All related characters belong to Nintendo Of America, Copywrite 1993, 1997, 2002. This story is fictional, period.

Please do not sell, or alter this story. Because this story is a FanFiction, feel free to contact me about it, or to use reference to it in your writings. I'll be honored, don't worry. I don't request permission when using my stories as any sort of basis for someone else's work. I don't mind.

However some of these characters do belong to J.G. also known under the pen name "Vixy Reynard" These characters require her permission for use, as they are copywritten. Iliria, Anne Hare, Natha & Zyro Ethington all belong to J.G. If you require her permission and need help locating her, I'll be happy to point you in the right direction if you ask.

Here's a quick lead in, because this is an unofficial SEQUEL to "ILLIRIA'S CURSE" written by 'Vixy Reynard'. Hopefully it's a worthy sequel.

You can find Vixy's original story at http (Colon, fwd.slash, fwd.slash) starfieldDOTtopcitiesDOTcom/Fic/JuliaGlassman/illiriascurseDOThtm … take out the spaces and change the DOT to a period. The story is orgasmic, if you ask me, lol. It was written in/about 1996. If you require the story, please let me know. It's always easier to read that before you read this, if you like.
In the first book, Iliria and Andross conspired to get Fox to work for them. Andross didn't understand how it would be possible, but allowed Iliria to work her magic regardless. She used mind control after capturing Fox, by delving into his mental state, portraying herself as close friends with his family. Once he was under Iliria's command, she dispatched him as a fighter pilot, flying against Falco at one point. The man, with whom Fox had been jailed with, Steren, was killed by Fox, once he was under her control. Fox was placed into a pit, which was cone-shaped, half-eaten by insects, for punishments, if he became confused or unruly.

Iliria had put herself deep into his psyche, mind-screwing him. Once Falco, Fara and the rest of StarFox began an attack on Iliria and Andross's ship to free Fox, they helped to break her mental control over him. Fox personally approached Andross and told the ape that he, too, was falling under her control and she was banished from the area, taken away from her army over Narconi 4. The Irerians were a slave race of twisted hares, opposite of the Pandorian Hares, of which Peppy was part.

In the end, Iliria had tumbled into the shaft she used to punish Fox. Vixy's story ended here, leaving Iliria to rot. My story begins ONE YEAR LATER.

You can contact me at RockstarTravisty AT aol DOT com. Or you can IM me there, as well. Here we go.

This story was written for KeiFox, who begged to see Iliria come back for round two, and really cause Fox some nightmares. And away we go.

Nothing Passed Tomorrow:

C -1- "Finally, peace is in reach for Narconi."

Leading up to the Venom War, just a year before The StarFox Team flew against Venom on a fateful mission.

Corneria... Fourth planet from the sun; It was a large, well populated ball of blue swirled with layers of whites and grays. Covered by rich green landscapes, mountains and waterfalls, Corneria was home to one of the largest cities in the Lylat System. The Capital City.

Protected by a thick belt of asteroids, commonly known as 'Meteo', Corneria was home to 1/3rd of the Lylat Population. It was home to the Interplanetary Defense Council and boasted a well polished Military. A network of Satellites kept Corneria in constant contact with Papetoon, Katina, Fortuna, Zoness and Aquias.

Probes sitting in a dry dock above the planet's azure heavenly body, were well labeled for each planet they would head to, once completed. One was labeled "Titania". Another was labeled "Macbeth", followed by "Sauria" and finally "Venom". These were the planets that revolved around SOL, the central star, of which Lylat was based over.

Titania's orbital track was the closest to SOL, causing the desert to be nothing more than a rocky desert with very, very little life. The second was Papetoon, which supported more life than Titania, but was still an orange ball of rocks and desert sands. The upper hemisphere supported a thin forested area, as well as the south pole. This created an ecosystem advanced enough to support civilization. Katina was the third planet, which wasn't as lavish as Corneria, but had a Metropolis sized Capital to boast, which was more than the snowy mountains and rocky terrain of Fortuna which was the Fifth planet, MacBeth a lifeless rock behind it.

Lylat had adapted two strange vertical orbital patterns, circling Sol perpendicular from the first six planets. Venom and Krazooa went one way, close enough to support lavish life, although Venom was a polluted wasteland now, and Zoness and Aquias. Both of the latter planets followed behind Venom and Krazooa holding nothing but infinite gallons of ocean water. Filled with Ocean-Life that created Oxygen, and Ocean animals that breathed it, Aquies and Zoness were considered vacation spots to many beach-going Lylat Citizens. Zoness, however, was now reminiscent of Venom, a polluted wasteland.

Falco Lombardi stood tall. This six foot, six inch hulking falcon stooped to step into the dank area of an underground dwelling. The den was fairly chilly from disuse, the floor and old tables layered in dust. The blue feathered avian removed a pair of mirrored sunshades from his golden beak, revealing two fiery circles of red feathers that surrounded his eyes.

The sunshades were quickly forgotten, tossed carelessly onto a dusty table, as Lombardi passed it, heading to a narrow hallway of which four separate rooms spouted. The third room on the right was taller than all the rest, allowing Falco to stand up fully, within it's walls. A bed was in the corner, covered in plastic, coated over with thick dust. On the walls, pictures of a teenaged being hung proudly, blue feathers, with red feathered layers, circling his eyes. To the right a simple desk, perhaps birch.

A feathered fingertip ran smoothly across one of the picture frames, collecting dust, leaving a track of cleanliness in it's wake. Falco rubbed his index and thumb together, shaking his head slowly before exiting the room, and heading to the one across the hall.

This room's ceiling wasn't exactly as high. There was a hammock on one side, and a recliner in the middle of the room. Against the back wall, which was built around a large sprouting tree root, there were a number of small shelves nailed to the massive roots that the wall was apparently tunneled around. Old dusty pictures of a red fox in a silver jacket, wearing aviator glasses far too large for his nose. Pictures of that same red vulpine character next to the same teenage falcon in the picture from the last room, next to a middle aged hare and a tubby looking frog. Adjacent to the last picture, the next one had a picture of middle aged foxes, a male and female. The Vixen looked rather good for her age, dressed in a translucent red gown.

Falco turned away from the pictures spotting a closet built into the wall, partially overtaken by the tree root. Opening the closet, there was a blanket-like tunic, a pair of overalls, a vest and shirt, and a stunning translucent red gown. The gown was wrapped in protective plastic, well preserved and in mint condition.

Shutting the closet door behind himself, he walked back into the hallway, ducking through the doorways as he passed through the den to the back, which opened up into a large room. Several speeder bikes were lined up in a row at the far end, next to a metallic roll-up door which lead outside.

Approaching the bikes, Falco knelt down to sniff at a tin red canister on the right of the speeder bike row. His beak twisted into a moue of disgust, shaking his head softly.

"That is some seriously stale smelling gas," He mused to himself. "How did we ever survive back then," He whispered softly, to the walls which added this story to others they stored of StarFox's youth, archived into their very wooden fibers, for all time.

It was just then, that a piercing sound filled the room. A noisy tone to crush the silence that had been caked into the atmosphere. A contrasting noise against the dusty, archaic environment. Falco reached to his belt, lifting the fold-up communicator into his left winged hand, flipping the top open with his feathery thumb.

"Yeah?"

"Hey," Came a soothingly silky female voice. It was the whiskey-smooth feline tones of Katt Monroe. "I'm on my way out to the ole' Oak dwelling. You there yet?"

"Yep. Just pokin' around, reliving some old memories. The door'll be open, C'mon in when you get here," Falco replied, shutting the communicator and pushing it back into a plastic clip built into his belt. The silence returned; the atmosphere resuming it's previously quiet ways. The avian continued to mill around for a bit longer until footsteps began to emanate from the hallway. His head lifted, glancing back over his left shoulder, at the oncoming visage of a pink furred feline, flat in facial structure, and well built. Lean legs and an hour glass figure accompanied the fullness of her rather voluptuous form, a departure from the many lanky, lithe women that populated Papetoon.

Katherine Monroe was no exception for beauty. Her soft blue eyes and white whiskered cheeks contrasted from the vibrant shade of pink that her fur was colored. A black vest overtop of a white tank top worked well with the denim shorts she wore. Falco smirked like a well fed devil upon seeing her. He turned to face her fully, opening his feather arms, wrapping those fluffy, soft wings around her body, embracing her with a coy grin plastered on his beak.

"My my, what a reception," Giggled the feline female, slipping her own furry arms about his waist, placing a soft kiss on the side of his golden beak.

"Yeah, yeah," Falco said softly, "You're just as happy, if not more, about seeing me," He added.

Katt smiled and rubbed off a pink shade of lipstick from the avian's beak, using her padded thumb, then without warning, slapped him upon the backside hard. A clap of sound echoed off the bay walls, reverberating off the metallic door beyond them.

"Ow, jeeze laweeze, what was that for?" Falco quipped.

"I felt like it," She replied, patting the side of his beak with the palm of her paw. She'd have pinched his cheeks if he had any. With that, Katt gave Falco's arm a tug, leading him out of the bay, into the hallway, and outside.

The Papetoon sunlight was bright and hot, causing a light wisp of heat waves to rise off of the polished, chrome-like exterior of a white and red colored fighter. It was Katherine Monroe's fighter, sitting gracefully in silence adjacent to a towering old oak tree.

"Where we goin again?"

Monroe offered a pleasant smile in reply to Falco's question, offering no answer, but simply popping her cockpit open with a remote panel on her wrist. "Get in, ya doofus. I have to hurry if I'm going to meet Fara," She finally managed to say.

"Fara Phoenix?" Falco seemed perplexed.

"Who else, Sugar?" Came that whiskey toned reply, which Katt spoke in.

The scream of jet propulsion filled the sky, where two Arwing fighters zoomed by only a moment prior. Fox McCloud and Fara Phoenix, two competitive pilots and two favorite candidates to be romantically inclined by several close friends to the StarFox team, flew side by side, at an illegal speed overhead a densely populated residential sector. The sky was growing dim, and an inky tendril of night wrapped over the eastern horizon, while the creamy swirls of yellow and orange created an arm of fire on the western skyline.

"You keep up pretty good, Fox," Fara said, her voice sounding grainy over the comm-board. Fox McCloud chuckled, zipping around a sky scraper to keep pace with his lady friend. She did the same, rocking her fighter around the opposite side of the sky scraper, the bottom of her Arwing sailing only a meter from the glass structure.

A crack crawled across the glass spiral, a moment after she passed it, before the youthful vixen gave a tug on her stick, pulling into a vertical climb. Because of the design of the G-Diffuser, this climb didn't force the heavy G's onto the pilot's body that normal fighters produce. The Arwing quickly shot up into the air, Fox quickly changing course to try and follow.

Fox's voice was smooth and confident in his reply, "You know Pepper's gonna be pretty upset, when he finds out we used the Arwings on a nightly cruise, without permission."

"I suppose the price to pay for having young heroes," She offered, with a touch of a giggle. It was the thought of being able to get away with things like this and blaming it on youth, that amused her so much.

"Wanna head back to the mountain range, or did you have something else in store for me?" Fox reached his left paw back to rub the backside of his head, as the light glow faded from his cockpit. His face was illuminated by the brightness of SOL, as they left the evening shrouded Corneria, heading out of Orbit, bathed in the rays of the central star's luminescence.

"No," Fara quickly replied, "I wanted to meet up with Katt, get some breakfast, I don't know. We were gonna go shopping today," She continued.

"Oh.."

"Why, Fox? What's wrong with that?"

"Oh, nothing," Fox replied offering a smile through his words, so she could at least hear he was smiling... or trying to.

"You're so cute. Yes, I'll spend time with you today," She finally added. The two Arwings continued up into the upper Atmosphere, finally clearing the planet's gravitational field.

"Do you still think about Gray Landry?" Fox's sudden question came out of nowhere, and seemed to have startled the vixen who's fighter flew at his side.

"Gray? Your cousin?"

"Yeah... Mister smooth. The guy who had an absolutely perfect face and body, then disappeared because of his arrogance, into the black hole, that guy," Fox said sourly.

"I can't believe you're being jealous of him, he's probably dead," Fara shot back, shifting her weight against the cockpit seat, sighing into the comm.

"Alright alright... do you still think about him?"

"Who?" Fara said.

"All right... that's a good enough answer for me," McCloud finally conceded. It was a bit of relief to him, and worrying about losing Fara or some whole bit wasn't going to make things easier. He really wanted to call her his own, but wasn't sure if he was going to be shot down with rejection. The two Arwing fighters continued on in silence for several moments, entering and exiting hyper space, in front of Katina.

"Fox," Fara finally said. "Is there something you been keeping locked up? Something you wanna say or ask?"

"Well... Yeah I suppose." Fox grew silent for a moment, which turned into a full minute. Finally he found his nerve and used it to push his voice back out of his throat again. "Wanna go out sometime?"

"Sure, whatcha got in mind?" Fara replied almost instantaneously.

"Nono, I don't mean like a date, I mean like official dating," Fox said, emphasizing the last word. There was a silence that matched his earlier quiet, and it caused him to nibble on his bottom lip.

"I'm sorry. It was so retarded of me to ask, I'm just being silly, it's cool, don't worry about-" Fox's short tangent was interrupted by a clearing of the throat on Fara's part.

"I never said no," she replied softly. The ensuing quiet left Fox sitting there with his breath held, and his heart beating madly.

"I'd be doing myself a favor to date you. So, because I need you around the way you like me, and because ... oh heck with it, Yes, I'll date you, no use getting into all the silly reasons why ; Just yes!"

Fox's breath was taken away, and it took a moment for his equilibrium to regain before he could reply, "Really? Far out!" he wasn't exactly sure how to express himself, considering all they've been through together, one would assume they should have been dating last year.

At the same time, most didn't know the therapy involved that Fox underwent to try and get a few dark skeletons out of his head, after that whole bit with the Ilerian chic. Fara just giggled at his silly reaction, bucking the fighter craft away from Fox, punching the afterburn and heading towards Katina's Capital city. Fox rolled his Arwing over, and pulled up on the stick, heading downwards, descending upon the city after her.