SchmEthan here:
OK, this is just to let you know that I am merely continuing this story where a silenced writer left off. Quite a few of you may recognise this story and its original author, but said author wants this story to remain unaffiliated with him, so please do not mention his name or penname in any reviews or anything like that. BEfore anyone starts bricking me for stealing this, he gave me full permission to continue this, so HA! lol
ANYway, the first five chapters of this are NOT mine, but from 6 onwards, the work becomes my own.
Hope you enjoy this!
SchmEthan.
Disclaimer: Star Fox and any such Star Fox-y things belong to Nintendo and possibly Rare, Namco and Rick Astley. Except that last part...
"THIS IS NO PLACE FOR A DOGFIGHT," Fox yelled through his Arwing II's intercom as he pressed down on the left pedal, tilting the ship onto its side and passing through a narrow gorge. The Wolfen broke away, passing over top of the cliffs, allowing the Arwing to lead it to a more rolling landscape along Fichina's desolate Southern pole.
"It doesn't matter; you're in our territory now," Wolf replied.
The Anglar war had been over for a year, Krystal had joined Star Wolf, and Fox had retreated from public life.
"I came here to talk to Lucy, not to shoot you guys down for a fifth time," Fox smirked remembering each time vividly. The vulpine looked out upon the snow packed terrain. Uninhabited. To go down here would mean certain death, either from starvation, or hypothermia.
A zapper shot flying across the nose cone brought him back to the current situation. He leaned the ship into a banked corner, locking on to the Black Rose that had just attacked him. "Just a few more," Fox said squeezing the trigger on the single control stick. Once the sights went vertical he released the trigger, sending a shield-draining blast straight into the underside of Panther's ship. A few stray shots ripped into the G-diffuser on the Arwing's right wing.
Krystal's voice echoed out from the intercom. "Ha! Take that!" Fox broke away from Panther, doing a U-turn manoeuvre to follow the Cloudrunner that had unloaded on him. It was four on one; Fox continuously switched targets, depending on which one was easier to get at. He finally got close enough to get a shot at Krystal. He followed her for a little bit, but he couldn't bring himself to shoot. He loved her, no matter how she felt about him. To hurt her even more than he already had would surely ruin him. He was barely able to cope with forcing her off the team; it had scarred him deep inside, and although it wasn't the only one, it was definitely the deepest. He had regretted nothing in his life up to that point. Several times he had tried apologizing in attempt to win her back, but either she wouldn't listen, or Panther would force him away.
A drop in his shield gauge brought him out of his train of thought. Leon received five shots in his fuselage for attacking the Arwing. Unlike Star Fox, Star Wolf attacked randomly; it was easy to take a ship out because they were usually separated, each one trying to make it solo.
Fox continued his chase-firing on the Rainbow Delta, until Krystal made an attack run on him. Fox veered left, locking on to the Cloudrunner. The sight went vertical, but he didn't release the trigger. The vulpine pulled back on the control stick and punched his thrusters, flying up and over Krystal, releasing the shot towards the nearest hillside. "Try me," Krystal mocked over the radio. Fox ignored it and veered right, bringing himself right into Panther's line of fire. The Black Rose's zapper ripped off Fox's right wing, sending him into spiral.
Quickly Fox forced the stick left, bringing his ship level, a relieved smile spread across his muzzle until he looked ahead. His ship collided with the Cloudrunner ripping off its left wing sending it spiralling down to the planet's snow covered surface. "KRYSTAL!" the vulpine yelled in vain, as he too came closer to the ground. Keeping the Arwing level Fox found an open area in the tree line and braced for impact.
The Arwing II came to a rest wedged up against a tree. The left G-diffuser had been ripped off, the nose cone was bent upwards, and the canopy was cracked. Star Wolf's voices echoed out from the intercom.
"Man, that was funny," Wolf laughed as his Wolfen circled overhead.
"Heh, no explosions," Leon sounded disappointed. There was a moment of silence before Wolf spoke.
"Panther, aren't you gonna go get Krystal?"
"No, it is time Panther moved on. Panther lives by one philosophy: if she doesn't put out, she gets out," he said harshly.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Fox yelled, bolting out of his cockpit into the snow. He paused, surveying the sky. Once he located the Black Rose he unholstered his blaster pistol and fired at it. Laughing could be heard from the Arwing's communicator as the three ships disappeared from sight. Fox watched them, every muscle clenched, his breathing rapid and furious as he snarled.
After a few minutes, he calmed down and let his mind kick in to survival mode. He holstered the pistol, and turned back to his ship. First, the vulpine searched the cockpit. He came up with his blaster rifle from the Aparoid invasion, a long sleeved flight jacket and tool kit. Next, he pried open the cargo hold. This proved to be easy because the ship was half laid on its side. Within the cargo hold he discovered a survival kit with enough supplies for one animal for a week, a small med kit and a bag. Quickly, Fox shoved everything in the bag, pulled the coat on and took up the rifle. He cast his gaze towards the black smoke trail rising up from the other valley. Krystal... he thought. He looked towards the hills which would be the best chance for shelter, then back at the smoke. Decision time.
Sighing, he angled himself towards the smoke and started off.