Fox McCloud, red vulpine and captain of the now divided and useless Star Fox team, was sitting in the kitchen of the Great Fox II holding a glass of some obscure alcohol or soda, he forgot which. He took another swig and felt the warm liquid slide down his throat. He grimaced as the team flashed through his mind. When he forced Krystal off the team things went down hill and as time progressed, split up. Everything Fox cared for left and each time a team member went, so did a piece of him until nothing was left but ROB.
"DAMN IT!" the vulpine leapt up from his chair and hurled his glass at the wall. When the glass contacted the wall, it shattered, raining down small shards of glass and drops of liquid.
"I AM SUCH AN IDIOT!" the vulpine's rage soon cooled as he sat down and planted his face in his hands. He did not like being this angry but couldn't find any other emotions that fit how he felt. He wished he could take it back. All of it. Forcing Krystal away, allowing his team to split up, allowing himself to fall into a pit of depression. He needed something to distract him but he didn't want to do anything. Another image of the past shot through his mind.
"Fox..." a whisper twirled through the air.
"Go away. I'm not in the mood."
"Fox McCloud..."
"I said, go away." the fox stood up and started to walk to the door. Half expecting someone to be on the other side of the automatic door, he put his paw on his blaster pistol.
When the doors opened all they revealed was empty hallways with dim lights and emotionless bulkheads. He hated this rectangular ship. It meant nothing to him except the end of his surrogate family. Sometimes Fox wondered if the Great Fox survived the Aparoid war if things would have been different, better. But it was too late. He walked to the bridge at a snails pace. He didn't have anywhere to be and even if he did it was always some dreary interview on how the Star Fox team broke up.
As he entered the cramped bridge, he remembered hearing something about a new threat. Some goofballs that called themselves 'The Angler Empire' or some stupid thing like that and he considered taking the job of wiping yet another pitiful foe from the Lylat and collect a few pocket credits, then he thought about the fact it would mean confronting the newly promoted General Peppy. He couldn't do that. It would be too... soon. Like adding salt to a newly opened cut.
Fox decided that it was time to get out of his little slum life and get it together. He was sick of being alone and sick of being a nobody. He turned to ROB who was working in the back.
"ROB!" he addressed the android directly. "Where is the nearest Angler activity?"
"Nearest Angler activity was reported near Katina." the monotone voice rang through the bridge.
"I want us there in and hour. Do whatever you need to do to make it happen." with that, Fox left the bridge to prep for his first battle in nearly 7 months.