Yeah, I got another story coming at you. This time, Star Fox! I've been reading this for a while, and figured, what the hell. May as well. Well, feast your eyes people! There ain't many stories out there like this about Star Fox!

"Get your fuckin head down! We got a RPG on the roof!" I belted out over the machine guns and screams. And no sooner than I did, said RPG hit the only LAV, therefore stranding us in the middle of hell.

"Shit! We're fucked!" A frightened private screamed in horror.

"No no, hold your ground! We ain't gonna die here!" A assured my men. Well, more like tried to assure myself.

"Sir! We have a wounded GAH!" Our only medic was just hit in the leg. The smell of fresh blood once again forced its way into my nostrils.

"I got you!" I tried to run after him to pull him back in, but before I could, I heard the one word that strikes fear into the heart of any soldier.

"Tank!" And then nothing.

Unknown time, Unkown location

"What do you think it is?"

"Injured, we need to get em to the hospital ASAP. Otherwise he may not make it."

"There's the transport! Coming in from the East!"

"Good, he may just make it. Whatever he is."

Two hours later

Somthing was off. Last I remembered there was a deafening sound of machine gun fire. And a tank. Wait, am I dead? Wait, I hear voices?

"How is he doctor? And have you found anything on what he is?"

"Well, he is stable, and should make a full recovery. However, I don't know what he is. There are no records on him."

What? They don't know what I am? I don't understand. Maybe I should open my eyes...

Normal POV

Well. I wasn't dead. But for all I knew I had been abducted by aliens. Well maybe, but I was in a hospital of sorts hooked up to a machine.

"Shit, where am I?" I groaned painfully. It was so much easier to breath without all the dust and gunpowder in the air.

"Good, you're awake." Said a doctor, who just happened to be a raven. Actually not the weirdest thing I seen in my Spec Ops career.

"Uh, yes? And exactly WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I screeched, startling him.

"Calm down, with those injuries you can't put stress on yourself."

"Then relive some damn stress and tell me where I am." I spat.

"You are on Corneria." He stated.

"Uh, what?"

"Where are you from originally, and be extremely specific."

"Um, Earth, Milky Way galaxy,uh, there was somethin else, oh yeah! Sector eight! I think." Damn, maybe I should've paid more attention eggheads.

"That, is not catalogued. General, please come in here."

"Don't go bringin more people in here! I still don't know what's happening!" I ordered, to no avail.

"Neither do we, but we intend to find out. Now, General Pepper is going to ask you a few questions." He told me.

"Fine. But, one thing. When can I get out of here? I hate hospitals."

"About three days, as this is the most advanced hospital we have."

Three days? I wonder,how badly am I injured.

"Hey, doc, what are my injuries, I mean, I don't feel that bad."

"You have three hole, likely caused by projectile type rounds, and first degree burns on your left arm. You just don't feel it because we have you hooked up to an injector supplying you with painkillers." After the doctor, who's name I still don't know, finished explaining my situation, a hound walked into the room. He wore a uniform that looked typical of a generals.

"Ah, General. He is clear to answer questions now. I will leave now. Press that button on the bed if you need something, James."

"How do you know my name?" I asked confused.

"Your tags. We found them on you, along with your military uniform and your weapons. They are in storage for now. For now, answer General peppers questions as best you can." He said before leaving me alone with Pepper.

"Alright, let's get this questioning over with. I prefer to sleep through hospital stays."

"Very well. Let's begin with what you are."

"I'm called a human. From America. And, since I know it's coming, I'm twenty two, six foot two, one hundred eighty pounds, and I'm involved with the special forces division of my military." I told him bluntly.

"Those the answers to the next few questions. But, might I ask what you mean by special forces?"

"Special training, special weapons, and if I made it out of that counter insurgency, special armor."

"Okay, and what is you most advanced weapon, currently."

"I think it's the ARX-150 pulse. It's the one you found me with I guess."

"What does it do?"

"Shoot it and find out. Any other questions?"

"Not for today. I will be back tomorrow for round two. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Yeah yeah. Can I go to sleep now?" I asked getting tired.

"I believe would like to speak with you again actually." He said.

"Yes, indeed I do. James, it seems that due to your physical make-up, our treatment work far more rapidly on you. Therefore, you will actually be released tomorrow."

"Will I get my stuff back." I asked bluntly.

"Yes along with accommodated quarters, and a round of basic." He explained.

"Wait, you mean school?"

"More or less."

"Dammit!" I cursed.

"Have a nice night!" He said before leaving.

"School. God dammit. I did that year's ago! I thought I was done with that shit. Oh well. I'll try to think about it tomorrow."

I felt sleep coming on heavy, and I gave into wandering dreams.

in James's subconscious

"Shit! Got one on my ass!" I panicked

"Got you covered!" Fox shouted as he took out the fighter behind me.

"God, you saved my ass."

"And you owe me one."

"Hell no!"

"Give it up man, we all saw it." Falco butted in."

"Yes, you do owe him one." Krystal agreed.

"We'll handle this after we get done here." Fox closed off.

"Whatever." I scoffed.

In Reality

What? What was up with that dream? Who were those people? I've never seen them before. Come to think of it, I've only seen two people so far.

"You're awake I see?"

"Shit! Bro, don't do that! I shot a guy when he did that once."

"My apologies, but I have something important to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"You are fully recovered!"

"Excuse me? I get shot three times and I'm better the next morning? That sounds a leetle beet off if you ask me."

"Are you complaining?" He quipped.

"Nope."

"Good. Now. I have a member of an esteemed team of pilots to show you around. We want you to feel normal around here, even if you aren't."

"Whatever. Am I unhooked?"

"Yes. The machine was removed some time ago while you slept. We have some clothes for you in the bathroom over there. Feel free to get dressed and go down the hall to your left. I will be there with Krystal. A member of Star Fox. Now, I will leave you to your privacy." Explained before leaving me to myself.

'Somthing feels wrong. I get shot three times, and probably caught some flak from a tank shell, and survive. Not only that, but I make a full recovery the next day? Well, maybe these, things are more advanced than us humans. Yeah, we'll go with that. Less thinking.'

I found the bathroom okay, and the clothes were comfortable. There was a black tight fitting clothes, and a duplicate pair of my uniform pants, although they lacked my kneepads. I gave myself a check in the mirror. My hair was fucked up pretty bad. I ran my fingers through it. Close enough. I looked okay, so I decided to get a move on. If there's one thing to k ow about me, it's that I'm impatient. My friend always say it'll bite me in the ass, but they've be wrong so far.

I left the bathroom, and then my room. I followed the simple instruction the Doc gave me on how to reach, the, lobby? He never said. But, I did find him, and a damn good looking vixen.

"Doc. I'm ready to get the fuck out of here."

"Ahh, and here he is now. James, this is Krystal. She will be your guide. Krystal, this is James. He is the one you need to show around."

"It's, uh, nice to meet you."

"Why you stuttering? Got a problem?"

"Now James, you must understand, you are not like others around here. You will get questioned and stared at, but only for a time. People will adjust. You just have to let them."

"Meh."

"Yes, I didn't mean anything was wrong, I was just surprised."

"So was that one guy in Iraq. He died." I mentioned to myself.

"Uh, what?" Krystal and Warllow asked in unison.

"War reference. Don't mind it. Now, Krystal, I believe? Shall we go. I fuckin hate hospitals."

"Yes, we can go. I have a planned route that we will take."

"Alright. See ya doc." I said as I began to follow Krystal out.

"So, explain tome what Star Fox is?"

"Oh, it's a, um," She stopped and started to just look at me.

"If my face is distracting I can turn around." I suggested.

"No! I, mean, no. I'm sorry, Star Fox is amercenary group of elite pilots. We often aid the Cornerian military in combat. We just recently had a war for Mylar against a specie called Aparoids."

"Apa what now?"

"I'll explain later. Just get into this car."

"Holy shit how'd we get here so fast?"

'Because you were looking at her ass the whole time.'

'What? No I wasn't!'

'Yes you were. And you liked it.'

'I don't even know her!'

'So?'

'So I, wait, am I arguing with myself?'

'Yep.'

"James?"

"What? Oh sorry. I was thinking about something."

'Her ass.'

'Shut up!'

"You should know, I'm a telepathic."

'Shit!'

'Shit!'

"I, uh-" I could feel my cheeks heat up. Unfortunately.

'You're fucked.'

'We're fucked! You're just, never mind.'

"This never happened. I am getting in that car. This, just, no." I rambled, making Krystal giggle lightly.

'That was cute. Shit! Telepathic!'

"I don't mind."

"Dammit! Can I have privacy in my mind?!"

"Very well. Just don't be staring at my ass in public!" She giggled.

"I wasn't!" I tried to defend myself.

"That not what I saw."

"Well shit. Been here for a day and I already come off as a perv."

"Don't worry. I won't tell."

"Thanks. Now, can we just go?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Of course. And please, don't worry, I don't think you're a perv."

"Well thank Christ."

"Who?"

"Heh, religion reference. Anyway, tell me the route were taking."

"First, I will show you the ship you will be living on."

"Ship?" I asked confused.

"Yes. General Pepper asked us to keep and eye on you."

'You do that...'

"Okay, continue, and can we get this damn thing moving?"

"Of course. Now, where was I?"

"Ship." I yapped.

"Ah, yes. After that, I will be showing you the main sections of Corneria City, and will be showing you places to avoid, and places that are off limits. We'll reach the ship in about five minutes. It's in the main hanger being repaired from the war."

"Sounds good. Now, you won't be reading my mind anymore right?"

"I might." She giggled.

"Right. I'll be sure not to think around you any more."

"Your choice."

"Hey, wait, odd question incoming. Based on how normal people look around here, am I attractive?" It was her turn to blush now.

"Uh, why do you ask?"

"A longstanding bet."

"Well, yes. You are quite attractive, even though you are different." She admitted. Which is a good thing, if you know what I mean. After all, I will have to make a life here.

"Thank God. To bad Mikey ain't around to fork over that cash."

"Well, do you think I am attractive, even though you aren't used to my specie?"

'So that's how it feels. I'll be sure to keep these types of questions to a minimum, lest they be directed back at me.'

"Good idea." She said from beside me.

"Dammit!" I cursed again.

"Sorry, but you just seem to be thinking the most interesting things."

"Say, are all people around here as nice as you?"

"Well, most people. Some are pretty mean though. Why?"

"No reason. I was just wondering, cause back on my planet, smile at a stranger, get shot in the face ."

"Oh, that sounds horrible!"

"Yeah, that's why you always travel in packs on the streets. Never was a problem. I always had soldier on all sides, so people stayed away. Hey, are we here?"

"Yes, this is it. The Great Fox. This is where me and the rest of the team live."

"Damn this thing is big. What all you got in there?"

"Come on, I'll show you."

"Alright. Say, what the hell is driving this thing?"

"Absolutely nothing. Now come on. We have a scedule to keep."

Half an hour later

"And here is the entrance!"

"God help me please!" I cried the heavens.

"Don't worry. It won't take long in here. You can meet the team and tour the ship for today. The city can wait u til tomorrow."

"Seems legit I guess. Well, let's not keep people waiting!"

"Well alright then." She replied as the hanger door of the ship in the hanger opened.

Behind it stood what I believed was the rest of the Star Fox team.

"Hello everyone. This is the guy we are keeping an eye on." I was still looking at the others. One was a relatively short orange Fox, likely the leader due to the name of the team, another was a taller blue bird with red armor on his chest. Another, was an extremely annoying looking green toad. Meh. Seen weirder.

"Yep. You're keeping an eye on me for whatever reason. But let's not be strangers. The names James." I spoke first.

"I'm Fox McCloud. Leader of Star Fox." Fox introduced him self.

"Well no shit your the leader. Teams named after you." I cracked, eliciting laughs from the others.

"Yeah we'll, I'm Falco. I'm probably the best on the team as of now. Fox over there just won't admit it." The blue bird bragged.

"Listen, buddy. I really hate it when people brag like that. If you think you're the best at anything, you are wrong. There's always some one better than you. Now, moving on."

"Well, I guess in next! I'm Slippy! I'm the mechanic and pilot in Star Fox!" Damn. That is one irritating voice.

"And I've already met you, so, let's get this ship tour over with. I'm already getting tired."

"Very well then, if you will just follow me, I will show you around.

Untold hours later

Krystal POV

"And here is where you will be sleeping."

*Thud*

"Perhaps I should have gone a shorter route. Hm, he looks kinda cute while he's asleep." I said to myself. I was getting quite tired as well. I shut the door to his room and made sure it was locked before heading back to my own room. One look at my bed and I wanted to go to sleep. I wasn't going to make the mistake of sleeping in my flight suit, so I undid the zipper and took it of. I decided I needed to change clothes altogether, so I uncooked my bra and took it of to. I went over to my drawer and took out another bra and a pair of panties. I took off my current pair, and couldt help but notice that they were a bit wet. One look at my entrance, and I saw that I was wet. Could it be? No. It's probably nothing.

Now in fresh clothes and in my bed, I fell asleep.

Well? How was it? Was it good?! Was it shit. :| Whatever. Plezzz just leave me a comment with your thoughts on it. And remember, be kind. I'm still relatively new to writing. And as an FYI, chapters will normally be longer than this. Think of this one as a prologue of sorts. And yes. I am well aware that the title says marine, yet he is invoked with special forces. Gimme a break, I was just trying to come up with I cool name. Well, till next time!