The Children's War

A Star Fox fan fiction by Captain Desuku a.k.a. Darqness

A/N: Hey guys, I was listening to a new Rise Against song called Make It Stop (September's Children), and playing Star Fox 64. After kicking Andross' sorry brain, I had an idea. Children fighting the remnant Venomians. I am continuing the Aftermath Chronicles, and I hope to have a new chapter of that ready by next weekend.

Anyways, I wrote this during French class, and I apologize if it seems like chicken scratch. Please review, and tell me how to make it better. Kthnxbai!

On the planet Zoness, a large amount of Venomian forces remain after Andross' defeat. A group of children, orphaned by the war, have obtained a mass of weapons, armor, and aircraft. These children, known as The Hammer, have taken on the job of removing the Venomian remnants from their home.

Upon hearing of The Hammer, Cornerian General John Cornelius Pepper sent Team Star Fox to aid them in any way possible.

Chapter 1

The Hammer Rises

"FALL BACK!" came a distinct order. A young arctic fox waved his comrades away from the fight. Red lasers flew at them like a hurricane blows hot rain. The fox was stained red with blood, and brown with dirt. His emerald green eyes showed a hazy, and guilty look. He had the appearance of a hardened military man, and the sad eyes of an orphan.

"Grenade! Move!" came a high pitched squeal. Children scattered to new positions, slightly farther from the fight. The grenade exploded, catching one kid that had been shot in the leg, and unable to run. The survivors popped up again, and fired a few blaster rounds, and went back down, only to pop up again at a new spot.

"Mykll! The tanks are here!" called an excited female voice. The owner of the voice, a red furred fennec, rushed up to the arctic fox. "The Septembers brought tanks!"

Sure enough, the low thumps of tankfire behind them induced a heavy cheer. Mykll immediately said, "Thanks for the update, Fara." He grabbed his radio, and called out orders. "Get to the tanks!"

Children fell back to the heavy armored vehicles almost immediately. It was after the way was clear, that Mykll saw his little brother aiming a Valkyrie Homing Launcher. "Just a little more. Ten more meters. Come, drink with me."

"Charlie! Get down!" Mykll yelled.

Charlie ducked, but his friend behind him wasn't so lucky. A sniper round slammed into the 6-year old blood-hound, killing him instantly.

"This is for Trent," Charlie growled. He locked onto the tank next to the sniper. He pulled the trigger and let loose the 7 pound high-explosive rocket plowed into the tank at a speed that would put a Wolfen to shame. The explosion ripped everything in its general area to shreds.

"Suck rocket, meanie!" came three simultaneous cries. One squirrel, probably just barely house-broken, came running, carrying a wall mount for an M150 Gattling Gun. Two more squirrels carried the M150 itself not far behind. They set up the death machine, and shouted, "Here you go, Charlie!"