Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: The following is a non-profit, fanfiction crossover that is in no way affiliated with Nintendo Co. Ltd. The Star Fox, Metroid, and Super Smash Bros. intellectual properties are owned by Nintendo.

My name is Fox McCloud. I'm a G-Zero racer pilot. In the past, I used to be the leader of an elite team of mercenary fighter pilots that worked for the Cornerian military back in the war time that plagued the Lylat system. The work I did then is what I'm most known for in these parts...But those days are just a faded memory now. Star Fox was disbanded several years ago after I retired my position as team captain. I was going through some serious stuff that I'd rather not get into right now, and it was for the best that I let it go. I'd like to think that my past is all behind me but, I still catch myself every now and then thinking about how things used to be...how I wanted...things to go differently than they had. I guess some things you can never be rid of for good.

"You okay, Fox? You're drifting."

I was torn from my reminiscing by the voice of my best friend and partner, Falco Lombardi, sounding in my ear piece.

Sitting up, I re-oriented my Arwing, "I'm fine." I responded, maybe a little to gruffly, "Just tired, that's all."

"...Alright."

I decided to change the subject before this conversation got to where I knew it was headed,

"So, how'd you like the games this year?" I asked him.

We were flying home from the 5th annual Super Smash Games, where people from all over the cosmos come to test their mettle against each other in competitive fight arenas, or just to use as an excuse to meet up with old or unavailable friends.

"It was fine, I guess." Falco replied, sounding like he was just a little upset behind his words at the mention of the games. He had gotten a little cocky and ended up suffering a few embarrassing defeats to Kirby and that one dog and its duck friend...I forget their names."Seemed a little dead this year, don't you think?" I asked.

"Yeah, now that I think of it. Yeah."

"I wonder why there were so many no-shows..." I wondered. A few chief competitors never showed up this year. Namely the Mario brothers, that Snake guy, and Samus are the ones I can remember off the top of my head. I, personally, was a bit disappointed that I didn't get the chance to battle Samus this year, she is an admirably challenging foe to face there.

Samus, from what I hear mainly, is a well known intergalactic bounty hunter. She's apparently known for taking on the impossible missions which had earned her the title of "Galactic Savior". These are just little bits I hear about her though. The truth behind her is shrouded in mystery to me. In the few times that I've talked to her, I ended up having more questions than answers. She's not the most social person you'd meet.

"That's probably a question we'll never get the answer to." Falco said just as we rounded an asteroid and our destination came into view. The Great Fox, well the Great Fox 2. My father's original ship had been destroyed years ago, this is a rebuilt version of it that I paid for with my race winnings. However, it isn't the same fleet and hardy battle ship as it's predecessor was, it's only a civilian class cruiser.

I switched open a comms channel and hailed the ship, "R.O.B.? it's Fox and Falco, we're back." I said simply before switching my side to receive to hear the response.

"Affirmative." R.O.B.'s plain voice spoke, "Docking bay is open and prepped for landing. Welcome back." he said before the channel was closed. As if on cue, the doors to the docking bay slid open, allowing us to enter and land our crafts.

"Home, sweet home." I heard Falco mutter as I hopped out of my cockpit, my boots slamming onto the metal floor of the bay. The ship felt bigger now that it was just me and Falco. Slippy—the old team's mechanic—is still with us sorta, but right now he's visiting family along with his fiancé Amanda. Katt stops by every once in a while to "check in" but I'm fairly certain it's just because she wants to see Falco.

I took off my head piece and hung it up in my locker, "It's nice to be back, yeah." I said slowly.

"So, where're we gonna go now?" Falco asked me, shutting his own locker and facing me.

"I don't know. We don't have to be anywhere until next month. Until then, I guess we have a bit of down time." I told him, "I'm probably gonna plot a course back to Papetoon is what I'm thinking."

He nodded, "Hm, alright. That's fine with me." He said, "I'mma grab a bite to eat at the rec room before I hit the bridge. You want anything while I'm there?"

"Nah, I'm not hungry." I replied, waving my hand a little.

"Well, catch ya later." He said before moving off down the corridor.

I was up on the bridge, tooling around on my computer, nothing really noteworthy. I had told R.O.B. to set a course for Papetoon, so the ship was poking along towards there.

The door to the bridge slid open, and Falco walked in, "Hey." he said, moving to sit down in front of the opps station, snacking on a small bag of chips.

"Hey." I replied, blinking and rubbing my eyes, "Were you having some kind of drawn out dining? You were down there for a while." I remarked.

"Well I also got caught up in the arcade games down there too."

"Mm." I nodded, standing up now, "I'm gonna go get some sleep." I told him, "Tired."

"M'kay. I think I can manage things up here for now." Falco assured me.

I nodded and left the bridge to head for my quarters. Once I got there, I collapsed on my bed, not bothering to take anything off or get under the covers, was too worn out for that by then. I just shifted a bit, draping my arm over my face and just like that, I was out.

There was a loud beep that assaulted my ears and wrestled me out of my sleep. Grumbling slightly as I took my arm away from my face to look around, spotting the source as it beeped again: The computer across the room. Sitting up, I slowly went over to sit in front of it. There was a request from the bridge to talk to me. Something must have come up.

Opening the channel, I yawned before speaking, "Mm, yeah? What...what's up?" I said, still groggy.

"R.O.B.'s picked up a distress signal. Thought I might tell you before we do anything." Falco's voice came up.

I opened my eyes at the mention of that, "Do we know who it's coming from?"

"Nah, it's origin is unidentifiable. Doesn't match anything in particular, just a universal signal. It's a little ways off our course."

Now I was more intrigued, "Well...somebody might need help." I said, "We should have a look."

"Is that what we're supposed to do still?"

"Of course it is. It could just be someone who ran out of fuel or something."

"Yeah, I see the point. I'll tell R.O.B. Are you gonna come up here?" He asked.

"Yes. I'll be right there." I told him before cutting the channel and standing up, stretching a bit, "Someone might need help." those words echoed in my mind, "And whatever it is they need help with has called us to take action..."