(A/N: For this part here, the song I'm using is "Revival" from Halo 4.)


Prologue

Cerinia, minutes before self-destruction

*Tacitus had done all he could in the last half hour but it was too late. He stood in his underground lab, contemplating his final moments. "I have two choices…" he thought. "I can either die here along with my people, or I can take the chance of surviving but in the same process possibly being the last of my kind." He wasn't afraid of dying but he knew if he did, he certainly wouldn't be welcomed where he was going. No, maybe just maybe, he could do one last good thing for his people.

His latest regret was ever listening to that damn ape, Andross. Andross somehow knew how to manipulate him, using his past biasness against Corneria to his own advantage. And in the process of creating what would turn out to be a deadly weapon, not only was Andross now dead, which made the whole thing pointless now, but he himself also would be the death of his entire planet. Now that he thought about it, maybe that's what Andross wanted in the end. What a conniving bastard…

The truth was he had done his weapon in secret. No one except his own brother was aware of such a creation, although to be fair his brother did not know until the end that it was even a weapon. He did feel sadness for his brother, his wife and their daughter, Krystal. Maybe they would make it out in time… maybe not. Well, he'd see them again one way or another soon enough.

Tacitus looked to the pod he had created months ago. It was supposed to be an escape pod but it wouldn't be leaving the planet it seemed. However, it was constructed of the strongest metal in the entire galaxy. He sighed sadly and went to it, finally stepping inside. The moment was close in hand…

He pushed a few buttons in the pod and secured himself against the back of it as the door closed and his body and wrists were secured. There was enough oxygen to last a few hours. He just hoped the thrusters would make it through. He wouldn't know what it was like to be caught up in an explosion. Usually you see it for a second and then there's only darkness. He waited and braced himself.

Minutes passed by and nothing happened. Had anything happened? Maybe it was just his mind trying to calm him. Strangely he was becoming impatient, and deciding against his best judgment, he pushed a button that allowed him to see what was happening outside…

Only to see white in front of him. No darkness of space. Only white. How could this be, he thought. Maybe he was dead and for some reason his brain was making it seem like he was still alive. "Well, only one way to find out…" he thought.

He disabled the lock and slowly the door opened. There was no vacuum of space, nor did he freeze to death or have the oxygen sucked out of him. He cautiously took a step out and found himself touching ground, even though he couldn't see it. "What is this place…?" he said.

Then he heard them. Voices, calling out from everywhere. Were these the voices of the recently departed but some spoke to him, others seemed to be speaking to other voices.

Perhaps this was his punishment now, to be stuck in limbo and have the voices of those he unintentionally slaughtered drive him insane. "I am sorry…" he said, his voice full of regret. "It is my fault and I deserve any punishment I receive."

That seemed to satisfy them, as the voices disappeared. But it wasn't long before new ones came to him, not to scorn him but to comfort him. Strange indeed… They told him he was not dead but, as he figured, stuck in a limbo. But someday he would be able to go back.

"I understand," Tacitus said. "But… why?"

The voices said that the weapon caused an unnatural event. The planet was never destroyed… it somehow was now in a new dimension. It almost seemed laughable, but at this point anything seemed possible. "I have done the impossible," Tacitus said. "And yet, it doesn't bring back the people I care about…"

He was then reassured one day they would come back. And he, Tacitus, can lead them to a bright future. "If this will right all the sins I've committed, I will do whatever I can…" Tacitus said. For now, it was time to go to sleep. He would be awakened in due time.

Tacitus nodded and returned to his pod. The doors behind him closed and suddenly the pod filled up with gas. Tacitus felt his eyes drooping but only one thought stayed in his mind as sleep took him.

I will be the one to bring glory back to the Cerinian people…

Star Fox
Revival


(A/N: Hey guys, so I bet you were all wondering why it took so long to come out with this sequel. Well, as I've said countless times, I've gotten tied up with different things and with this particular story I was going to wait a bit. Now I think is a good time to start working on it. By the way, I realize I may have gotten the timeline screwed up behind the first story and this one so I'll make it clear: the events of Cerinian being "destroyed" (remember, they haven't confirmed what happened to the planet but saying "doomed" usually means something pretty bad) were shortly before Star Fox Adventures because I really don't think Krystal would be traveling around the system for X amount of years or months. Still, like I said, it hasn't been completely confirmed yet. Anyway, just wanted to get that out of the way. Hope you all enjoy this story and as always I do not own Star Fox but I will try to keep it as in-character as I can. This is FoxMcCloud7921 signing off.)