Starwolf: Crossing the Frontier
By Canis lupus
This is only a sneak peak =) – I haven't really made up my mind whether I should start writing another fic in close succession with "Starfox: After the Lylat Wars." Any ways, it would be better if you have read "Starfox: After the Lylat Wars" to familiarize yourself with the plot, since this is a sequel.
Wolf O'Donnell watched silently as the battle rolled on between the swarm of bogies and Fox McCloud, who sat calmly in the cockpit of his Arwing. Through the screen on his Wolfen II star fighter, he could monitor every move of his underlings engaging the enemy near Venom. The abandoned planet glowed with a putrid bile green in the background. He smirked as Fox downed all twelve of the lightly armored bogies. Just as he thought; Fox's piloting skills remained keen as a knife. He watched as the Arwing drifted slowly to a position in front of the three remaining ships. An air of arrogant composure reeked from every smooth glide that Fox made – an air Wolf knew all too well. It was the stench of his former friend, who was now his fatal nemesis.
"Sorry, but I'm not quite in the mood for more trouble. So, mind telling me who you work for?" Fox interrogated the three reptilian overseers whom Wolf sent to command the bogies. The overseers panicked.
"What should we do, boss?" one of them whispered meekly through the transmitter.
"Well what are you waiting for? Attack him," Wolf answered easily. He sunk back into his seat and watched in mild amusement.
"But…" the three reptilian pilots hesitated, eyeing each other anxiously. There was a long pause, then the one in lead finally spoke to Fox.
"…We work for Starwolf,"
Fools, Wolf muttered to himself as he covered his eye with a paw. They're bringing destruction upon themselves.
"Wrong Answer," Fox snarled savagely. An instant later, Wolf could hear agonized shrieks from his wingmen. All three screens went static simultaneously; they were all destroyed.
Wolf chuckled to himself. He never expected his pawns to win the battle against Fox. Oh, a temperamental foe he was, yes – calmly and silently temperamental. He knew his former friend well. Anyone who angered him was in fatal hazard. After all, Fox was the best pilot the Cornerian Federation had to offer – and most of all, Fox was his. He never intended to share his prey with Andross either. How dearly he craved to see Fox, the ultimate symbol of Cornerian strength, stumble disgracefully and dishonorably to his destruction. Wolf wanted to prove that Corneria was wrong in antagonizing him – in taking away his father's courageous soul, along with the perfect life that once belonged to him. Now that Andross was dead, he could enjoy the hunt all by himself…
…All by himself… all – except one…
By Canis lupus
This is only a sneak peak =) – I haven't really made up my mind whether I should start writing another fic in close succession with "Starfox: After the Lylat Wars." Any ways, it would be better if you have read "Starfox: After the Lylat Wars" to familiarize yourself with the plot, since this is a sequel.
Wolf O'Donnell watched silently as the battle rolled on between the swarm of bogies and Fox McCloud, who sat calmly in the cockpit of his Arwing. Through the screen on his Wolfen II star fighter, he could monitor every move of his underlings engaging the enemy near Venom. The abandoned planet glowed with a putrid bile green in the background. He smirked as Fox downed all twelve of the lightly armored bogies. Just as he thought; Fox's piloting skills remained keen as a knife. He watched as the Arwing drifted slowly to a position in front of the three remaining ships. An air of arrogant composure reeked from every smooth glide that Fox made – an air Wolf knew all too well. It was the stench of his former friend, who was now his fatal nemesis.
"Sorry, but I'm not quite in the mood for more trouble. So, mind telling me who you work for?" Fox interrogated the three reptilian overseers whom Wolf sent to command the bogies. The overseers panicked.
"What should we do, boss?" one of them whispered meekly through the transmitter.
"Well what are you waiting for? Attack him," Wolf answered easily. He sunk back into his seat and watched in mild amusement.
"But…" the three reptilian pilots hesitated, eyeing each other anxiously. There was a long pause, then the one in lead finally spoke to Fox.
"…We work for Starwolf,"
Fools, Wolf muttered to himself as he covered his eye with a paw. They're bringing destruction upon themselves.
"Wrong Answer," Fox snarled savagely. An instant later, Wolf could hear agonized shrieks from his wingmen. All three screens went static simultaneously; they were all destroyed.
Wolf chuckled to himself. He never expected his pawns to win the battle against Fox. Oh, a temperamental foe he was, yes – calmly and silently temperamental. He knew his former friend well. Anyone who angered him was in fatal hazard. After all, Fox was the best pilot the Cornerian Federation had to offer – and most of all, Fox was his. He never intended to share his prey with Andross either. How dearly he craved to see Fox, the ultimate symbol of Cornerian strength, stumble disgracefully and dishonorably to his destruction. Wolf wanted to prove that Corneria was wrong in antagonizing him – in taking away his father's courageous soul, along with the perfect life that once belonged to him. Now that Andross was dead, he could enjoy the hunt all by himself…
…All by himself… all – except one…
