(Author's note) I meant to add this way before Chapter 3 was posted, but anyway. This story has a few elements that could be considered a crossover, but I assure you that wasn't my intention. Well it wasn't when I started with the first idea about 10 years ago. Namely the abilities and the weapons of the Moreinumean people, pronounced the same way its spelled more-in-u-mean. (I played with the windows voice thing for hours until I got the name that sounded unique.) Their abilities could be linked to the Jedi from Star Wars. Same with the weapons, in later chapters you'll understand that its not the way I was headed. And the other thing is that this story starts out way before the events of the original StarFox and go mostly through the events of 64 with some of the Nintendo Power comics elements are in there too. I hope you enjoy reading my story. If you notice any wrong uses of words or spelling errors, well what can i say? I'm human, but I do make the attempt to reread my story before i start working on the next part. And i will try to fix each mistake as I see them, but if i miss one. Please let me know, and thank you once more for reading my story. If you like it thus far or vice versa please let me know.


Vengeance By: SC-SafeCracker

Prologue

"Tell me again, daddy!" a young kit cried to his father. This kit was a red fox, but not red in color; more like tan. He had green eyes, just like his father. Along with the green eyes he had a white streak going into a point just about the center of his forehead. His little tail was wagging with excitement; the white tip was just a little blur.

His dad sighed, "OK, OK, I didn't think this story would be your favorite." The older fox took a story book that he just finished reading to his son and flipped it back to the beginning. He cleared his throat and began reading the book to his little boy.

"Tales of legendary people," He announced in a deep storytelling voice he uses when reading to his son. The little kit could barely keep still.

"Tell me the story about the one people who use swords." The little kit cried. His father sighed once more.

"Well Fox, if you would give me a second, I will." Fox's dad said. Fox's dad is a red fox also with the same tan color. Fox is his father's spitting image. The only difference is that his father is older and has the eyes of an old soldier. Like he has been in life or death situations or had to make the tough call that may have ended poorly for himself or his troops who were serving under him.

He began flipping the pages through the storybook to the legend of the Moreinumean people. He cleared his throat and continued to read the book in his deep storytelling voice. "This is the tale of the long since passed Moreinumean people. The only people who could make beam-like swords." He paused to show Fox the picture. Fox wiggled with excitement; he loved it when his father read to him. "There isn't much about these long lost people. There are only stories that have been passed down the generations of a rare few people who were lucky enough to actually meet one of these elusive people. But these stories where told through several generations. There is no way to confirm or deny these stories because the original person who told the stories, have passed on. But there are several things that match up with each story we have heard; and that is their warriors have been trained in the art of swordsmanship. And they use weapons made of a type of sustained beam." He paused once again to show the picture. The picture was a crude drawing of a creature holding a pipe or handle on one side of the picture and the other its the same creature but they are not holding a handle but a glowing sword.

"But this is just some of the facts that were dug up; this next story was provided by a generous family and this story starts out like any other, a person who was going about a normal day but things go very strange very quickly." Fox's dad stopped to show the pictures again. "It was midsummer on Fichina, if there is such a thing. Out of respect for the dead, we will call him Robert. Robert was out running errands for his family. He was half way back to his home when he seen someone walking across one of the great snowfields. He kept his pace but he kept watching the stranger that was headed out into the great snowfields. As he got closer he noticed that this individual wasn't dressed for the extreme cold that was on Fichina, even for it being summer. Robert couldn't continue on knowing that this person could and almost certainly die. Robert tried to catch up with the wanderer but try as he might, he was unable to catch up with him. With each passing moment the wanderer was actually pulling away from him. Robert kept on trying to catch up with him until the creature up and vanished. According to Robert's family he was sure that there was nothing for the creature to hide behind and there was no signs in the snow saying that maybe the creature fell into an ice trench. He caught up to the tracks and they seemed to stop where Robert last seen the creature. But upon closer inspection, Robert found another track but it was so far away from where he last seen the creature it was impossible for any normal creature of Lylat to move that fast." Fox's dad continued the story; Fox's mother peered into the room. His dad didn't notice; he was getting into the story himself. When he finally looked up, he had seen that Fox had fallen asleep. That night Fox had a strange dream about meeting one of the Moreinumean people. He was older, maybe in his early twenties or maybe his thirties but looking very good for his age if he was thirty. He stood in an open field with a mountain rang in the distance, at the foot of the range there stood a dense looking forest. It looked like it was a few hundred miles away. To Fox's left, right and behind him there was nothing but open, flat grassland. He stood looking around as if he was waiting to see someone.

Fox sighed heavily aloud, "Oh come on, I know you're out there!" he called out in a deep, adult voice. He looked around some more then hung his head slightly as he placed his hands of his hips while shifting his weight with impatience. When he lifted his head he was meet with a sight that startled him almost enough to vocalize his surprise. A creature stood about three to four feet from Fox, dressed in dark clothing. The creature had a dark cloak draped over their shoulders and the hood was up. Fox couldn't tell what creature it was or even if it was a male or female. The only thing that Fox was able to get from the creature was that it was fast. Really fast, almost to the point of being almost like teleportation. The creature stood staring at the baffled fox for the longest time, almost like it was waiting for Fox to make the first move. Fox didn't know what to expect from this hooded figure or if anything has happened to him during this stand off. He knew that this creature was surely fast enough to do something to him and he wouldn't know it until it hit him.

Fox stared at him until a bead of sweat rolled into his eyes, forcing him to close them for a split second. When he opened them again, the creature was gone. There was no trace of them anywhere! Fox started breathing heavily and jerked around trying to catch a glimpse of who or whatever was standing in front of him just a moment ago. Suddenly there was an unusual gust of wind from behind him that caused Fox to tense up and freeze in fear. He slowly turned his head to see what was the source of the gust and was amazed to see that the hooded figure was back and decided to take the hood off. The creature was surprisingly slow in removing the hood, maybe it was a gesture showing that it means no harm to Fox. The creature took its left hand and pulled the hood off revealing that Fox had bin staring at a female tiger for almost ten minutes.

When he seen her face, Fox's mouth hung open. He never seen a woman with such beauty. The woman looked to be around Fox's age, she had a slender build to her face that seemed to pull Fox's eyes to study her. She watched him with great interest, almost like she was mimicking him. Fox picked up on what she was doing and thought it was more likely that she hasn't seen anyone outside her home. Fox raised his right hand slowly to show her that its empty and to make the gesture of 'hello.' She copied his action but with her left hand. Fox then had an idea. He was treating her like she was stupid or something, so why not treat her like an intelligent creature like she is.

"Hi, my name is Fox McCloud. What is your name?" Fox asked nicely. The female tiger flicked her orange and black ear at him, like she didn't understand what Fox was saying. Fox waited nicely to hear her response. She just looked at him with her big blue eyes. Then to the fox's surprise she spoke. But not in any language that Fox had ever herd before. Her voice was soft and somewhat quiet. Fox looked at her with almost the same expression that she gave him.

Fox tapped his chest and said, "Fox McCloud." Then he gestured his hands outward towards her.

She started to speak but it wasn't the voice Fox heard before, it was his mother. "Fox, honey, you need to get to your bed." She said in a soft, nurturing voice.

Fox moaned and grumbled awake, blinking in his surroundings once more to find that he fell asleep on the living room couch. His mom picked him up off the couch and walked him into his bedroom. She laid him in his bed and tucked him in. Before she left she gave him a kiss on his forehead, like she always did before she left him for the night.

Before Fox knew it he was already back asleep, but this time he wasn't dreaming about the Moreinumean people. The next ten years flew by in a blink of an eye, numerous things have changed. As they normally do, but Fox and his father's lives are not considered 'normal' any longer. Both Fox and his father suffered a terrible loss a few months after the night when Fox begged his dad to reread the story of the Moreinumean people. Fox's mother was killed. The circumstances surrounding the incident are highly classified and Fox's dad hasn't felt the need to talk about it or remember the pain it brought on. Fox was too young to remember what had happened. But it made them grow more closely as a father and son. Fox's dad felt it would be a good idea to teach his only son and only family member left how to defend himself and the secrets to being an ace fighter pilot. Almost every day Fox and his dad would train, sharpening up Fox's senses to his surroundings and his awareness to his own limitations. From time to time They would go to a gun range and Fox would train for hours learning how to hold and handle a live weapon, learning the proper way to use it wile taking cover, and learning to shoot weak handed to maximize cover. Before Fox realized it, he was well on his way through the training that he would have received at the Academy.


{(Author Note) I have bin working on this story for a VERY long time (meaning 10+ years) I only recently discovered fanfiction . net. thank you for reading this. The cover image I don't own therefore I take absolutely No credit for, the credit goes out to Falco at sfx64 . com (slash)fanart. I only added the title and the StarFox logo to the original image. The action picks up later on, trust me. I already wrote most of the story, I just haven't wrote it together yet. Again thank you for checking this out.} a side note, the addresses in here are not meant for advertisement, one is meant only for giving credit where credit is due.