DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Fox, nor claim ownership of the series. Star Fox is rightfully the property of its creator Shigeru Miyamoto. I claim my own originality of any other character of vehicle depicted within this story. This story does not reflect the work of any project under the development of Nintendo, nor the ideas of Mr. Miyamoto.

Hello Star Fox fans! This is Ray85, author of the Axios Trilogy (Star Fox: Black Sun, Crimson Star, and All Father). After the completion of All Father, a part of me wondered how I'd continue my hobby as a writer. I didn't want to leave the Star Fox franchise due to my fascination of the series, so I decided to add a short new spin off story to the mix.

Star Fox: Renegade takes place during the sixteen years between Black Sun and the Crimson Star. It follows the perspective of a new protagonist, a black furred fox named Cyrus Evergreen. Evergreen is a bounty hunter making his way in the Lylat system, but his life is about to change for the better or worse.

This story isn't intended to be a completely new series. This is a spin off story that I wanted to write while preserving the same setting I created with the Axios trilogy. If you read carefully, you may catch a few easter eggs and cameos appearing in the story. So keep your eyes open.

Much like my original trilogy, I've put my heart into this story. However, I'm far from being a perfect writer. If you notice errors of any kind within my work, please send me a PM or leave a review. I want to improve my writing to give you all a better reading experience.

Without further wait, leave a review if you'd like, and as always; enjoy the chapter!

The Wheel Turns Again

~"Sometimes, people are just nobody's. You've got to learn how to live with that Cy. It's not like people don't care 'bout ya, but you ain't gon' make a name for yourself just poachin' bounties." The large brown boar wiped down a dish in his hand with a moist rag. He could faintly see his own reflection within the center of the dish, and the cleanliness on the dish reflected the features on his own face. His beard narrowly touched the dish's surface as he rinsed it again under the sink behind his bar. But his focus remained on the individual drinking behind him. "Ya gotta learn to lighten up a bit, ya know? Ay Cy, you listenin' to me?"

The boar turned as quickly as his fat body permitted him to. He set his eyes on the black furred fox sitting on a stool on the other side of his bar. The fox finished his mix drink and aggressively set his glass down on the bar surface. A small belch escaped his mouth followed by a mild sigh. "I've known you for ten years Paolo." The fox said to the boar. "And you still can't properly mix a shot of Cora Whiskey with Kale Juice."

Paolo wiped his hands on a towel that hung form his apron and set his clean dish inside a cabinet. He walked over to the black furred fox and pulled up a stool to sit across from him. His large body put strain on the stool as he sat, and small cracks could be heard upon him sitting down. "And you wouldn't know a good drink if it came up and kissed ya square in the mouth you lowly cub." He said. "You always comin' up in here with that same ol' look on ya face like ya mama just kicked the can. The least you can do is try smilin' for once in ya life and not lookin' to pop a miserable sob."

The fox slid his empty glass across the bar into Paolo's hands. "Pour me another of that lousy mix drink." He said.

Paolo chuckled and rose form his stool. He took the glass and walked towards his drink dispensers and refreshed the drink with the same mix as before. "So ya do like this mix." He said to the fox. "You know, the least you can do is give an old sow like me a compliment one of these days kid." After filling the half glass to the brim, he set the glass on the bar and slid it towards the fox. "There ya are."

The fox caught it in his hand and took a sip. He tasted slightly more alcohol than before, but his taste buds adored the drink regardless. "Thanks." He said. "Now you got a job for me or not?"

"Always down to business with ya, never takin' a moment to appreciate the finer points of a conversation." Paolo responded as he sat back down across the fox. "Ya know Cyrus, this is why I like ya. You ain't gonna change for the world. That's what makes ya a lot less boring than the other schmucks that comin' in here lookin' for work."

"The job, Paolo. Stay focused."

Paolo reached behind his back towards his back pocket. He pulled out a small data pad and set it on the bar before Cyrus. After pressing a few buttons, a list of dossiers came up on the pad screen and Paolo scrolled through them. "Well, there ain't been much noise lately." He said as he scrolled through the dossiers. "The boss ain't had much trouble since you killed his competitor's financing, literally. Them boys out there with prices on their heads have been turnin' up dead or dying. Others ain't worth your kind of trouble."

"Skip the oversight." Cyrus said. "Find me something that'll make me more than twenty."

"How about this guy?" Paolo turned the data pad over and slid it towards Cyrus. "His name is Freddy Bosner, a higher up smuggler out of that planet Macbeth. Guy specializes in smugglin' weapons, drugs, even people."

"Sounds like a job for the police." Cyrus responded. "Why place a bounty?"

"Well ya see, the client needs to extract some information from 'em. I think the client is part of a rival gang force or somethin', I don't know. He wants him alive for fifty thousand, dead for half that."

"What's the catch?"

"Well Bosner is probably covered by his boys. This info here says that he owns a warehouse district that is being watched by guards carryin' some serious fire power. That district is in a place called Omnar Crater, one of the planet's minin' sites. Gettin' to him ain't gonna be easy, but the client is offerin' a bonus for destroyin' the warehouse district."

Cyrus raised his glass to finish the rest of his drink in one gulp. After setting the glass down, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small PDA from his pocket. He pointed his PDA towards Paolo's data pad and pressed a button. A brief moment went by as the data from the data pad transferred to Cyrus's PDA. "I'll see if I walk away from this with more than fifty." Cyrus said.

"Ya take care of ya self kid." Paolo said as he put his PDA back in his back pocket. "The boss ain't got another clipper like ya in his belt ya know. You're ahead of the curve too. Do five more jobs, and he'll let ya go free."

Cyrus stood from his stool and reached into his jacket again. He dropped a handful of credits onto the bar top and turned to walk out the door. "Thanks for the drinks." He said as he walked away.

Before he would cross the exit to the bar, he turned at the sight of a television in the top corner of one of the bar walls. A green vixen dressed in a black shirt and skirt reported the news, and the Star Fox logo appeared in the corner. Cyrus approached the television and listened in. "And our last point of the day." The news anchor said. "Today marks the eigth anniversary of the end of the Black Suns Conflict. A small ceremony is being held at the Black Suns memorial in Capital Park on Corneria for friends and family of the fallen to remember their service. As a bonus, Fox McCloud and the rest of Star Fox will be there in attendance to speak on the behalf of the veterans of the Black Suns Conflict. More about this, at nine."

Cyrus sighed at the television and lowered his head. "Good for them." He muttered to himself. Cyrus walked out the door and into the small city around him. The moon brightened the night sky above him, and the city lights illuminated his path away from Paolo's bar.

Kor City resided at the base of a mountain range in Titania. Resources do not often come to Kor City, and the sand storms that occasionally pass by wear the buildings down layer by layer. As Cyrus walked through the streets, he took notice to the litter around the area and the few hover cars passing by on the streets. "This place is a shit-hole." He thought to himself. "Only people who live down here are scum. Stranded at the bottom of this mountain range waiting for a sand storm to wipe us of the map."

As he turned the corner, his eyes looked upon a star port several blocks away. "Only reason why I spend my days down here is to make a buck." His thoughts continued. "People don't always have it easy, and they've got to make the best with the cards they've been dealt. But for me, I've got to make the best with the blasters I carry and the money I make. Life isn't always easy for a hunter like me, but at least I can make the most of it."

Several minutes passed by as Cyrus reached the entrance to the star port. He walked through the double doors into a long hall lined with windows on either side. Each window revealed a hangar bay on the other side, most of them empty. At the end of the hall however, he turned to notice a ship occupying a hanger. "Sleep well sweet heart?" Cyrus thought as he looked upon his fighter. "Time to go."

Cyrus approached the window and placed his hand on the glass. A holographic hand print scanner appeared around his hand and scanned his hand print. After a brief moment, the entire window retracted into the ground, and Cyrus walked towards his fighter. He reached into the back of his jacket and pulled out a small remote to activate his fighter. "Seeker, online." A computerized voice said from the remote.

"Let's go." He said to himself.

Cyrus approached the side of his fighter and the cockpit windshield opened before him. He climbed aboard and ignited the fighter's tri-engine system. A pair of wings opened outward from the body of the fighter, and his twin laser weapons system had come online. After a few moments, his fighter lifted into the air, and he hovered above the star port as he pointed his fighter outward towards the sky. "Computer, set a course for Macbeth." Cyrus said. "And be quick about it."

The Seeker sped away from the star port towards the planet's atmosphere. As it breached the atmosphere and entered Titania orbit, the fighter slowly decelerated. "Let's see if the new hyper drive works." Cyrus said to himself. He reached towards his dash console and pressed a trio of buttons to power up his fighter's engines. "Here goes."

Cyrus pulled back on a lever next to his accelerator and his fighter slowly accelerated. Within moments a blue hue surrounded his cockpit and his fighter shot into hyperspace. Within the blue travel tunnel, Cyrus looked about his surroundings and smiled. "Not bad." He thought. "So the new small fighter hyper drives actually work. How about that."

Cyrus took a deep breath and leaned back in his seat to rest. He felt his senses wander as he lost himself at the sight of hyperspace travel. He dozed off at the sight and his thoughts wandered within his mind. After a few minutes however, an alarm sounded off from his dashboard. "Exiting jump in ten seconds." The computer said.

Cyrus reached out towards his flight controls and gripped them tight. Within a few moments, his fighter exited the hyperspace jump and Macbeth came into view. "There she is." He thought. "Computer, give me a flight path to Omnar Crater."

"Confirmed." The computer responded. "Please follow highlighted flight path."

The Seeker's HUD generated a blue dotted line on the windshield. The dotted line directed Cyrus towards his destination, and Cyrus gradually veered his fighter into the path. After a few minutes, the Seeker breached the planet's atmosphere and Cyrus flew through the night sky over Macbeth. He looked down at the landscape and noticed various cities and factories below. "I wonder if they've ever shut down." He thought as he looked down at the factories. "They keep mining all of the raw materials non-stop. Those guys need to take a break."

"Destination reached in three minutes." The computer said.

Cyrus brought his attention forward and noticed a countdown timer appear on his HUD. "Show time." He thought. He looked down to his side and opened a small compartment. He reached in and pulled out a mask with one half white and the other half black. The eye coverings were of the opposite color of the halves, and a tiny camera on the front provided an image to the user behind the mask. Cyrus put his mask on and pulled a hood over the back of his head. The mask's HUD activated and Cyrus could see his surroundings.

As he neared Omnar Crater, he looked about the roving landscape that surrounded the crater. Large hills gradually climbed up to the crater only to eventually drop down inside. Cyrus brought the Seeker to a landing roughly a hundred yards from the end of the crater. As the cockpit windshield opened, he reached behind his seat and grabbed a black duffle bag. He climbed out of the fighter and set his bag down to open it and grab his gear.

Cyrus pulled out a pair of rocket boosters and attached them to plates on his legs. He assembled a sniper rifle with a suppressor attachment and wrapped the strap around his shoulder to holster it on his back. He pulled out a pair of blasters and holstered them both to his sides, and he pulled out an eighteen inch serrated blade and placed it laterally on his lower back. Additionally, he grabbed a grenade belt and placed it across his torso. As he finished gearing up, he tossed his bag back into his fighter and pressed several buttons on his PDA. The Seeker closed the cockpit windshield and slowly took off to fly back into the air. "Time to get to work."