Prologue: Final Command
It's been ten long months since the last Anglar was shot down under the Venom Sea. I can still remember that day as if it were only yesterday, however. I remember the very instant we plunged into those deadly, bluish-green waters. I remember my old fingers fumbling to remember controls that had once been so natural that they may have been part of my body. I remember Falco's rapid curses, Slippy's pleas for help, and Fox's natural, collected commands. I remember all of those fighters that danced around me, trying to bring me to a watery grave. And most of all, I remember Fox's triumphant cry as he emerged from the depths of the Emperor's chamber, proclaiming victory across all channels.
But as I said, those days are already in the past. Star Fox is but only a small remnant of what it once was. These days, only Fox and Krystal (who he finally convinced to rejoin the team after much pleading) wander the halls of the Great Fox. Slippy left for personal reasons, mainly to live life with his new wife, Amanda. Soon after, he was offered the head of the Cornerian R&D department when Beltino decided to retire. Needless to say, he accepted the offer with pleasure. Falco left not long after the war's end, saying he was going to create his own team and become a greater mercenary than Fox could ever be. Again. He recruited his old friend Katt Monroe and a young standout pilot from the Cornerian Air force during the war, Dash Bowman to fly with him.
Dash is where this story starts. Just two months ago he left Star Falco to take up his grandfather's place at the head of Venom. We have not had much contact with Venom since, but our spies have delivered rather disturbing news. Dash has been constructing a monstrous fleet. The whole planet appears to be preparing for war. I know not what has turned Dash's mind, but it is my duty to prepare to face a possible conflict. However, this is the least of my worries. What truly bothers me is how others will react if war is declared? What sides will be taken? If my fears are correct, this could be the dawn of the greatest war Lylat has ever seen.
11/25/2435
- General Peppy Hare