DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN STARFOX. NINTENDO OWNS ANY STARFOX RELATED PLACES, CHARACTERS, ETC. ALL OC'S BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE), WHO HAVE GIVEN ME PERMISSION TO USE THEM FOR THIS FANFICTION.
Author's Note: Yeah, it's me again with yet another fic. I got the idea for it after reading a much older and not-very-well-written fanfiction I did a long time ago, and I decided to remake it. You might all know it as "Spontaneity Knows No Boundaries", but I assure you this one will be much better. Please read and review! -Sapphire :3
Prologue
Explosions erupted in thick plumes of fire and smoke across the jungle canvas. Blaster fire streaked through the tree trunks in fabulous flashes of light in varied shades of red, blue, yellow, and green, illuminating the night in brief spurts of energy. Everywhere growls and snappish barks echoed fiercely through the foliage, but a sudden downpour began to silence them. Raindrops pattered on fan-like leaves, and several shadows began slipping away from each other through the cover of the forest, looking for shelter.
A small group found cover in a cave crudely dug out of a rock face, where they waited out in the storm in wary anticipation.
"Dang, these natives really don't want us near their treasure." squawked one.
"But I thought the info that weird old goat sent us said this planet hasn't been inhabited for nearly a thousand years?" squeaked another.
"He also said he hadn't actually been here, Slippy. It's possible there was an inaccuracy in his reports." said someone else.
"I don't know, Fox," a smooth feminine voice came in, "Their thoughts tell me they're after it as much as we are. That doesn't sound like natives simply protecting a sacred artifact to me."
"Are you saying they could be hired mercenaries?" Fox asked surprised.
"I'm saying they are hired mercenaries." she answered grimly.
"Krystal's sixth sense never lies." Slippy agreed.
"Do you think we were set up?" Falco's feathers ruffled angrily.
"I don't know what's going on." Fox answered perplexed, "But we're stuck here until this rain dies down."
"And to think this never would've happened if we hadn't agreed to that stupid job offer." Slippy grumbled resigned.
The others said nothing in response and watched the outside world like sentries. The silhouettes of several others, their eyes gleaming yellow, red, and green in the dark, scurried frantically through the forest in search of proper shelter from the storm. Their shapes were distinct yet amorphous at the same time without adequate lighting to see them properly, leaving the darkness of the imagination to twist and mold them into terrifying creatures born from deep-rooted fears and desperate answers to difficult questions.