Prologue
Only a few short months had passed since the end of the Angular War, Star Wolf was still being celebrated as the hero's of the war, all the while team Star Fox faded into the sands of time. Krystal during this time finally broke down to the hatred of the Cornerian citizens, who believe she abandoned the Star Fox team, and left Corneria. She adopted the name Kursed and began living her life as a bounty hunter. As for the Star Fox team, the team disbanded after their leader, Fox McCloud left the planet of Corneria without a trace, only leaving a short letter for his friends,
Sorry guys, I thought do this would be easier for us all if I didn't do it face to face. I, Fox Jamison McCloud, here by disband the Star Fox team. Your all free to do what you believe is right from here. Please, don't try to find me.
-Fox-
-Location: Planet Kew-
-May 12th, 11:45PM GST-
-4 years ago-
"Hey, give me another."
The bartender looked at his sorely drunk patron, the vulpine fur was matted in several places, dirt, mud, and some dried blood was visible on its clothing. He was dressed in a red pilot suit with a white vest and black combat boots. The fox's emerald green eyes were dull, like a light that no longer shone bright. The bartender sighed; the fox was on his tenth round already.
He placed the drink in front of the fox, taking the empty glass, "You know, drinking too much is gonna kill you."
The fox looked up at him with a weak smile, "I wish it would, maybe then, the pain would go away."
The bartender turned away, he had seen the fox's kind before. Military or mercenary, the only reason one would drink themselves into a stupor like this is because of a broken heart. But this fox was different, his entire soul seemed broken, he had lost the will to move on but is too stubborn to just keel over and die. The bartender took another look at the fox, noticing that he was now holding a photo.
"That your girl?"
The fox smiled, "She could have been, yeah." His smile fell "But I screwed up, trying to protect her, I ended up pushing her away. And right into the hands of my rivals." The fox's grip on his glass tightened, threatening to break it in his hand, remembering the last words she had said to him, 'Don't come back.'
"Sorry to hear that, the names Joe by the way." The barkeep extended his paw to the fox, which he took, "Fox, Fox McCloud."
"Well, I'll be damned. The leader of Star Fox in my bar never would have thought it could happen." Fox scoffed at the remark, "Former leader of Star Fox, it's no more now. Gone, just like the ones I called my friends, just like her."
The bar door burst open with a resounding crash causing Joe to drop the glass he had been cleaning just a moment ago to the floor. Ten soldiers quickly filed into the room, forming a small semicircle around Fox. They were all dressed in the uniform for Andross's former Imperial Army, caring only blasters and batons.
"You there, you're coming with us." The leader of them, a stout bulldog pointed a finger at Fox, who still sat at the bar, eyes on his drink. Two of the soldiers grabbed him by the shoulders, obviously not concerned with any kind of resistance that the drunken fox may put up. It proved to be their downfall as Fox quickly grabbed on soldier arm, twisting it till a resounding 'crack' could be heard as the bones broke like twigs, before he grabbed the soldiers head and violently twisted it till the sound of snapping vertebrae came, dropping the lifeless body. Then he drew a black combat knife, stabbing the other soldier in the chest, piercing the poor animals right lung, before drawing it back out, facing the remaining men. The leader froze, the fox was drunk to high heaven, but he just took out two men like it was nothing. The remainder drew their batons, hoping that they could keep some distance from themselves and the deadly blade. Fox staggered a bit as he approached them, the alcohol did affect him; his reaction must have been subconscious on some level because he was unable to effectively fend off all eight of the remaining soldiers as they took his stagger as a chance and charged him. Fox ducked under the first baton, smashing his fist into the unlucky animals face, but received a blow to the back of his head. The vulpine snapped, slashing with both his knife and claws, delivering bone breaking kicks to all unfortunate to get in his way. He stopped caring whether or not he killed them, in that single moment, he became an uncontrollable killing machine. The leader of the group was amazed at was he was witnessing, drunk or not, the fox was actually holding his own for a short amount of time before his men finally were able to beat down the drunk vulpine to submission, and even then it took almost six men to hold him down.
The bulldog turned to one of his men, "Call Dr. Skyler immediately. Tell him we may have found a useful subject." He looked back at Fox and shuddered at the thought at what would have happened if the vulpine were sober.
-Location: Planet Kaloron-
-Same time-
Dr. Alexander Skyler looked over the recent test results from another subject that he had received earlier in the week. The avian was unimpressed, not one of the subjects so far had the power they needed for Project Echoes.
Suddenly, Dr. Skyler's communicator went off, which he answered quickly, "Yes, what is it Captain Milter?" the bulldog looked worse for the wear to the Doctor as he noticed several fresh cuts and burses on the animals face alone.
"Sir, I think we may have a new subject that could prove useful to the project." Dr. Skyler sighed at this, "You have said that many times before, captain."
The bulldog nodded at this, "Yes sir, I know. But this one may be the one we need. It took eight of my men just to suppress him, not including the two he killed." This caught the Doctors attention, eight men? It took eight men to just to suppress him? The bulldog continued "and that is when he was drunk, sir"
Dr. Skyler was flabbergasted, drunk? He killed two men, and fought off eight more till they got him down and he was DRUNK? "Show me his face Captain." The communicator shifted for a moment as the picture moved toward the crimson vulpine, where one of the men not holding him down lifted the fox's face to the communicator. His blood froze, could god be blessing him right now? He could barely believe his luck at such a find. "Captain" the image immediately shifted back to the bulldog, "Bring this one to me alive and in no worse condition that what he is in. I want to be able to begin as soon as you arrive here, understood?"
"Yes Sir." The image disappeared, leaving Dr. Skyler to his own thoughts. Oh the possibilities were endless with the gift he was about to receive, "I can't wait to meet you face to face, Fox McCloud."
