-1Ok this story will be a slight parody from an author. For reasons I cannot mention the authors' name as it will give away an important part of this story, if you want to guess, please send me a PM or leave a review asking me to conform your question and please do not post it in the story reviews.

"For reason Fox, there is no evil. Can you please say it?" I ask politly and nice, which scares the crap out of Fox.

"No?" He says, then flinches.

"Very well, I do not own StarFox or the authors' work."

"Ok, who are you and what have you done with EA?"

"Are you complaining that I am too nice?"

"I can't believe it, but yes!"

Onwards to thy story

The Commander of the GreatFoxII, one Mr. McCloud was doing something, something that all people have done at one point or another in their school life . As he was resting his eyes in a deep relaxed, he was turning this way and that way on his nice and soft bed. A pleasant dream was going through his head, which I do not need to elaborate on, was one those few he would wish would never end. Sadly, for when anyone has a dream that we wish will never end, something causes to end the dream. It might be a furry person know as a cat or a dog. It might be a furry person know as a Cat or a Dog. For Fox, it might be a furry person know as Krystal. This time, it was Krystal, in an indirect way. She might have barged into his room, shaking him awake for an urgent problem, but the fact their was Venom ships passing through the Lyat airspace will be know as the reason. He informed Krystal that he will be in the hanger in a minute, having the need to wake himself mentally. He sat on his bed for a minute, and quickly donned his shoes. As he ran to the hanger, he got a sense of forbidding and déjà vu. He quickly shock his head as he left his room on the Glovener 6 4927.

The aerial battle was evenly match. Krystal, Falco, Slippy and Fox were fighting against a dozen Venom fighters, but the Venom fighters were quite experienced. StarFox had barely managed to take one down, but they have not been hit yet. Krystal saw an opening on a Wolfen, which left her open to the one coming from behind her. She had shot down the Wolfen, but the favour was returned as she was struck. Fox, enraged at this, flew after the ship. It tried to lose him near the sun of this uninhabited Lyatien system, but Fox would not be deterred. He was able to land a killing shot on the Wolfen ship, which was brought down by the gravitational force of the sun, but in his anger he never saw the two Wolfen that rammed and locked his ship on his left and right, guiding him into the sun. Falco, Slippy and the blue vixen watched this final attack as the two ships crashed into the sun causing a fiery blast that seemed too insignificant. They did not wished to believe what they saw, but their machines spoke the truth. Airwing number 343242526 was offline and by that token, Fox McCloud was dead.

Glovener 6 4932.

On battleship cruiser FireBird number 7678434523434, the lookout was monitoring the space using an archaic computer model. He was look forwards to when the ship would return to home so they can have the chance to upgrade to PHC. But that had much chance as he was going up in the ranks. They was passing through Memorial system, with his captain and some of the more higher ranked shipmates looking for a reaction from him. He took a deep breath and began to remind himself that his current situation was not going to be forever. As they were passing through he noticed something on the scan. It was indicated by a bleep, which he had to guess it started from the jungle planet as it was not an asteroid or it would have showed up on the non-organic scanner which was blank. The one he was looking at was the organic one.

"Cap, I have a ship here," He looked at captain Clocker, "It odd sir."

"What do you mean 'odd' Tom?" The captain opened a screen showing what his lookout was looking at. "Seems like one of ours."

"But look at it cap. It's looked really rundown," He began to stare at even more. "It even an old model. They haven't made those in five years." Everyone stopped at that sentence. The thought was going through everyone head. An fighter quickly stated the fact that it was impossible for it to be his ship. The captain tried to raise communications, but to no avail.

"Sir?" He spoke with an uneven voice, "I did a scan on the ship model number. It's his." A hush went over the cockpit. The captain order the ship to intercept the ship. They might be on a tight seclude, but if this was really his ship, it would mean nothing. But if it was an false one, like many before had brought in, it would be an nightmare for them and even a court marshal for them. FireBird was quickly tying the gap between the two ships. It took four minutes for them to reach the arwing, but the captain had already order five of his men to the hanger on guard in case of an attack. They had opened the hanger doors and in a few seconds, an old, dirty, beaten up ship landed. The captain and the lookout were standing there to great whomever it was in there, especially if it was who they thought it was. The ship did not open right away when it landed and it caused a wave of worry. A few minutes passed, then a sharp bang was heard scaring everyone. The bang came again with a curse spoken about doors. With a third bang, the door fell down to the floor. Only the bottom steps were viewable and they heard a thud and a clank. It repeated twice more, and on the last round, they saw a orange paw, left one and somewhat filthy, gave the thud. A black staff came down giving the clank. With another curse heard, a foot and staff went on a slant and before they could realize what was happing, an orange vulpine stood up, in tattered clothing. The captain and his crew let out a gasp as they saw that his entire right leg was gone. Never the less, the fox walked over to the captain, with a what had must have been a white stripe of fur on his head at one time, with a steadiness that said he had been like for a long time. He looked at the fox and asked him a question, but he was cut off.

"How many years have it been?" The fox asked with a heavy and deeply filled with sadness voice. His green eyes showed a fierce, but tired spirit. "How many years have I been gone?"

"Five years," The captain answered knowing who this was and thinking of how great this would be for his career. "I think the people are going to be happy to have their hero back."

"I am no hero," He shot the captain a dark and angry look, "I am just Fox McCloud."

Here is the first chapter of what I am hoping will be one a great story. Please R&R, and if you can guess what author it is, just ask. If you want to find out how our hero changed, read more next, same fanfic website, same fanfic story.