Author's Note: Long time no see, my readers!!! I got bad news and good news. Bad news is about "The Last Dragon". Until I really figure out where I'm going with it, you probably won't see any updates on it for a while. In short, I got stuck on it. Sorry, guys D:. Good news is that I'm attempting to make up for it with this new fanfiction! I have this one planned out all the way this time, so the only issue in delayed updates should probably just be a matter of finding the time to type stuff up and how smoothly the creative juices are flowing at the time. This is a crossover between Starfox (obviously XD) and Personal Demons, a fantasy wolf comic a friend and I have been working on, so the OC's featured belong to the both of us. Now before I start to ramble any further, I'll let you all just read and see what you think. Hope you like it, and it feels good to be back! :3
DISCLAIMER: STARFOX AND ANY OTHER STARFOX RELATED THINGS ARE BELONG TO NINTENDO. I OWN NONE OF IT NO MATTER HOW HIGH I DREAM XD.
Prologue
When one remains as still and as quiet as the dead sleep he can actually hear silence. The unique quality of the quiet is that it never sounds the same in each place. For him it was a low hum, hypnotic and almost subduing as if it was slowly melting him into a comfortable puddle of sleep and warmth.
He sat on his simple, messed-up bed and stared at a nicely framed photograph he held delicately in his large gray hands like some otherworldly talisman. His one intense violet eye gazed on the couple portrayed, a gray wolf and a light brown, pointy-eared mutt of some kind in a fun-loving embrace, longingly and sorrowfully. The fact that the picture appeared so well-looked-after led to the assumption that this had not been the first time it was paid this much attention to. In the dim lamp light his gray form could not be seen well, but there was no mistaking his brawny, lupine physique. There was nothing spectacular about his clothing either, a simple white t-shirt and black boxer shorts, not exactly something one should wear to the table at a stranger's house, but perfect for turning in for the night.
With a yawn and a sigh, the wolf set the photo down on the night table beside the lamp, turned on the bed and lay down with his back on the tousled white bed sheets, hands propping the back of his head up as he stared at the steel-plated ceiling contemplatively.
A loud series of knocks pulled him from his daydreaming, and he forced himself up, padded across the metal floor and pressed a button on a panel next to the door before it lifted open. A bright green chameleon decked out in a padded purple uniform greeted him at the open doorway.
"He's here, Wolf." he informed him, peering past his superior's shoulder and looking back at him almost judgmentally before standing back again.
"Thanks, Leon, just take him to some empty quarters, and I'll be right there." Wolf responded.
Leon nodded his head and waddled away down the narrow corridor, pushing past a few simian workers as they passed him by.
Wolf recoiled back into his quarters, closing the door behind him, and quickly dressed into some more appropriate attire.
"Welcome to Sargasso Station Mr. …" Wolf trailed off in need of a name.
"It's just Vale," answered a blue and black wolf leaning against a wall of the room, "Where I come from, we don't use surnames."
He was much older than Wolf but definitely did not look weak. His deep blue eyes were cold and calculating as they kept their focus on the younger gray wolf. Old scars tore at his face and body, one cutting over his right eye and the most noticeable one over the top of his graying muzzle. His hands, the tip of his faded tail, and the tips of his ears were a surprisingly lovely shade of light blue, and a blue bang fell over his eyes partly, which seemed like a style uncharacteristic of an older man. The rest of him that could be seen uncovered by ragged street clothes was dull black.
"That sounds kind of lazy." Wolf laughed.
"So says the wolf named 'Wolf'." Vale retorted with mock laughter, earning a scowl from his host.
"In any case," Wolf continued, "About this offer you were going on about?"
"I want to exact my revenge on the people who sent me into exile, but I need your fighters to back me up. This is a strong group, and I have to use what I can get." the old man started.
"Okay, but why Star Wolf? What's in it for us?" Wolf asked with thick scrutiny.
"Once the Order is out of the way, it won't be hard to take control of the rest of the planet. You'd get a portion of the land to control as you see fit."
"The Order?"
"That's the group that banished me, the Order of Kreos. They're like a special police force of some sort that keeps the planet under control."
Wolf didn't seem entirely convinced, and already Vale could see him laying down the bricks.
"Did I mention they are the ones responsible for your precious darling's tragic death?" he added and smirked with smug pleasure at the wolf's reaction.
"I don't know what you're talking about." he growled and started to back off.
Vale could tell he was losing him, but he kept at it determined.
"Oh, don't try to hide it. Even if I didn't know about Bree, I could still tell she was on your mind because it's showing all over your face no matter how well you can fool your little friends out there."
"She never mentioned you before." Wolf tried to keep off that subject.
Vale followed after him. "We weren't that close. Actually, we couldn't stand each other, but we were allies in our world's previous war."
"She told me about the war."
"Well, at least she was reliable somehow. She was always so full of herself, that girl-
"Watch yourself, old man." Wolf snarled warningly, fists clenching tightly.
"As I was saying," Vale compliantly held his arms out to calm him down, "I was there when she died. She was ready to surrender to the Order's will, and they killed her anyways, said she was 'too dangerous to be left alive'."
Wolf roughly turned to leave. "I'm tired of hearing this. We're done here." he growled low.
"Wouldn't you rather avenge your lover by helping me take down her killers?"
"Revenge isn't really my style."
"Ah, but skulking around your quarters all night thinking about her is?"
"I'm sorry. What was that?" he dared the old wolf to continue.
Vale took the dare. "Judging from the bags under those eyes, I'd guess you haven't slept for a while, and I can only infer that it's because you still haven't gotten over her death."
"One more word out of you and I'll give you some new scars to add to your collection."
"What's it going to be, Wolf? Do you love Bree enough to bring her death to justice?"
"That's IT!" Wolf roared, exacerbated to his limit, and lunged at him in a fit of rage.
Vale coolly grabbed him around the neck and, with great speed and ease, brought him down to the cold ground in a heartbeat.
"I'm waiting, Mr. O'Donnel." he growled out coldly.
"And if I say no?" he rasped out under the surprisingly strong and forceful grip.
"Then I leave and take my business elsewhere while you let your sorrow slowly eat you to death in this hell you've made for yourself and wonder how things would have played out if you actually came to terms with this."
After another brief struggle, the mighty Wolf O'Donnel went limp in defeat. "All right," he muttered, "Deal."
The door shot open at that moment, and two armed guards rushed in and surrounded the black and blue attacker with firearms poised to strike. They pulled Vale off of him and led him out into the hallway while Wolf got up and recollected himself.
He sighed and smoothed the space between his tall ears and his face. "Oh, Bree, what have I gotten myself into in your name?" he asked aloud and left the room to inform his teammates.
Author's Note: Just a small thing here, I had no idea what color Wolf's eye was, and it looked purple on the Assault User Manual. If I'm wrong, could someone tell me what color it actually is so I can fix it? Thanks much! ;3
