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Alright then, let's get this trash fire started, shall we?
I'm probably gonna regret writing this in the future, either due to pure embarrassment that I actually wrote a Star Fox fanfic even though I haven't really ever played the games, or that I decided to do this story first (which at the moment I am excited to write). I have always been interested in the Star Fox stories and lore, but some of the most interesting stories in my opinion are the stories from Wolf's perspective (If done well). I suppose that some of my major influences have been from the A Fox in Space Episode on YouTube, some of the stories by Nail Strafer, which hopefully I have spelled his name correctly (You can him in my Fav. Author list), and other various stories on this website.
As you might have seen from the description, this is an attempt to write what I can best describe as a gritty adventure story with some romance from the perspective of Wolf as he tries to find a future. This story takes place about 10 years after the Andross invasion of Lylat when Star Fox are system wide heros, and what is left of Star Wolf is left in the dust to do the dirty work for others in higher places. As previously stated, I don't know much about the time frame of all the major events of the Star Fox Universe, so sorry ahead of time for any misconceptions or misinformation that might bother more of the die hard fans out there. Also, expect strong language, violence with some descriptive imagery, and
All Characters and Major Places (Unless stated in the top of the chapter) belong to Nintendo and the Star Fox Series and were not thought of by me.
As per usual with other writers, any help, criticism, or ideas are helpful as long as they are helpful, but I'm not gonna cry if you write "Eat shit and die" on any of this.
Without further ado, I welcome you and I thank you for reading to my first Star Fox Fanfiction,A Wolf's Tail.
Episode 1: Dusk
He slowly awoke to the constant, quiet noise of the various machines and monitors scattered all around the room. His ears picking up the subtle sound of the quick footsteps of the medical personnel moving from side to side, talking to each other in a medical language which Wolf barely understood, checking on the groaning voices around him. With some effort, Wolf's red eye opened but immediately closed from the searing white light from the fluorescent lights above him. As he attempted to open his eye again, he grudgingly moved his right hand to his face to block out the light till he could get used to it.
In a raspy voice, all Wolf could find himself to say at the moment was "Oh...what the hell…"
Eventually the canine could make out the rest of the room. Being the Infirmary, which recently he had gotten accustomed to seeing far to often, everything was covered in a bright, sterilized white besides those among him in the same room; A hyena groaning on his right with red tinted bandages all over his chest, and on his left an unconscious ape. The room reeked of medicine, chemicals, and of course, blood. Looking down at himself, bruises could be seen from underneath his thick grey and dirty fur coat. Cuts of various sizes were numerous on his hands, and a taste of iron filled his mind as he licked around his large fangs. After taking a deep breath, Wolf found himself in a coughing fit before he finally spit out onto his blanket what had appeared to be more blood.
An older male ape came over to the side of Wolf's Bed, a clipboard in his hand. "Ah, I see that you are awake now, Mr. O'Donnell."
"Unfortunately" was the only thing to come out of the canines mouth. A headache began to form itself again in his mind.
"It says here that this is your third time visiting us this month. You must have enjoyed us so much you wanted to come back to see all of us!" The ape chuckled, trying to lighten Wolf's mood. In return, he shot a glare that could have stopped even the bravest of men in their tracks. The side of his mouth crawled it's way up his muzzle, subconsciously showing his jaws with a low growl. Quickly the nurse must have got the picture and quickly changed the subject with a worried look.
"Heh, well anyway, the Doctors think you look good, nothing too serious, mainly just cuts, bruises and some teeth that got knocked slightly loose. However, the doctors have seen a rise in traces of Alcohol is your system, and overall they think that-"
"The hell with what they think damn it!" A pause, then a sigh followed his outbreak which had caused multiple people to look over at him. "Just-Just when can I get out of here...I have quite the life to live out there." Wolf spit out that last part with an exhausted voice as he looked down at the floor, tired of what his life had become. He had remembered why he was here again. He wasn't even here due to an honorable dogfight out in space like the past or a mission gone wrong; He was here because of a massive bar fight he found himself in.
The ape put on a very small half smile, "You can leave whenever you want, Mr. O'Donnell. Your things are in the outside office for you. Just remember to take it easy out there, and try to lay off the sauce for awhile, okay?" Then, the nurse walked away to tend with another patient.
With a groan, he slowly raised himself out of the bed and stood up. His 6'4" stature rose him above many of the other members in the room and allowed him to quickly walk outside the main treatment center, but not before he caught himself in a mirror near the door. His dark grey fur was unkempt, his white fur starting to turn grey and black with dust. Wolf unsheathed his metallic claws, expecting them to be sharp and clean only to find the exact opposite, and his teeth were starting to turn yellow. The only thing that appeared clean was his eyepatch, but even then, bags were forming under his eyes. As much as it bothered him to see himself like this, the majority of Wolf didn't care. It was just more evidence towards the fact that his life was spiraling out of his control. But now was not the time to think of that, the canine would think of it later. Now all he wanted to do was crawl to the privacy of his room and curl up in bed. He quickly put on his old black jumpsuit, followed by his dark purple jacket and black military boots, both of which were losing their shine and left the Infirmary.
Although it was nice to leave the heavy medical scented air, the air of the Station was not much better. The bright white light had been replaced with an eerie blue. The air stank of metal, sweat, some blood, alcohol, and ship fuel as Wolf made his way up to the elevator to his apartment. As his boots robotically clunked against the stained metal floor, his mind was adrift with many thoughts. Every hallway crawled with what Wolf considered scum. Before the Lylat Wars, he was once proud of Sargasso Station, filled with strong, young mercenaries like him, fighting their own fight without political standing. It had served as a base for many years, creating mainly positive memories of the old days before his fights with Star Fox even began. But now, now all he saw was that Sargasso had truly become its stereotype; A filthy hive filled with criminals of both political and social origin, filled with pirates and scammers, all of which were usually drunk, egotistical, and foolish. Wolf believed that all of them now lacked loyalty to others, even their own partners. He had done horrible missions in the past and had played dirty, but he always stuck with his teammates unless forced to. This, combined with many other factors of the atmosphere and of his own life, started a hatred to grow in his soul for the place. The place which he had once been happy to call home reduced to nothing but a hollow shell.
The canine glared into the nearly covered window of The Sargasso Tavern, one of the many abandoned bars that littered the station. Through the window he saw his former, younger self talking with his old Star Wolf Team and even younger mercenaries, some still in their teens. They all gathered around a clean maple wood table excited and in awe of Star Wolf and the stories of fancy dogfights and far travels to pick off some small monarch or mob boss, drinking away merrily and laughing. He saw times of hm intimidating others with a simple look, and times of people buying drinks for him and his team all the time. Hell, he even saw the few rare female mercenaries flirting with him, swooned by his good looks and toughness. Other handsome and clean mercenaries lined the bar, singing songs, smoking luxurious cigars and playing pool on clean pool tables. The sight brought a faint reminiscing smile to Wolf's face, but soon the bright lighting and the youthful forms vanished with his smile, replaced by a silent, dark void.
Lost in the memories of the Golden Years, he didn't realized he had bumped into a large bull who had been walking with his small feline crony. "Hey watch it you old furball fuck!" The bull's insult was met with high pitch giggling from the cat, greatly annoying Wolf. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do anything about it. Before he would have taken out his blaster and dropped both of them right there, but he was too tired, too broken. Finally he had made it to the lift and rode it to the floor of his apartment, the symbolically chosen Level 7, believing in the whole "Lucky 7's" gimmick.
With a sigh Wolf approached the door to his apartment and fussed with the keys, growing annoyed and even angry with his inability to find the correct one. "Home Sweet Home, I suppose…" When he finally entered he slammed the door with a groan, heading towards his computer. His apartment was bigger than most due to the funds his old jobs gave him. A large window opened the room to the beautiful darkness of space, with various gems glittering in the distance, letting some natural light in. The apartment contained a small kitchen, rarely ever used for anything but breakfast or instant meals, a small office area with a safe and a scratched up mahogany desk, one small bedroom, and one bathroom. His walls were covered by multiple trophies and souvenirs of his various travels. Old guns, armor, helmets, and even some bullets and rings were displayed on various shelves. But possibly the most important was his old Venomian Propaganda Poster that he had framed showcasing the Star Wolf Team back when they were in full stride. Wolf gazed over at the poster before quickly reverting his eyes over to his computer, sitting down into the rickety old office chair that was still surprisingly comfortable.
Checking through his emails, Wolf found nothing of real importance. A couple of coupons to The Babylon Sister's Club, old bill notices from the station, suppliers, and a couple bars, small job opportunities, and as usual a copy of The Corneria Times. While he hated Corneria and everything it's government supposedly stood for, he liked keeping up with the news of the system. However as he opened it a searing hatred returned to him. On the cover was the Headline "Star Fox Team Receives Large Banquet Ball by Government" followed by a picture of Fox, Falco, Peppy and Slippy all smiling in fancy tuxedos holding a large reward and check of 10,000,000 Credits, surrounded by multiple high ranking officials. He stared at this image, and while doing so a burning hatred grew in the back of Wolfs mind, eventually consuming him entirely till he became restless.
"Those dirty Sons of Bitches!" Wolf growled out as he stood up quickly, hurtling his chair onto the floor. "Those fucking puppets! They stole everything from me...they ruined everything for the sake of 'Muh Corneria' and 'Muh Freedom'!" At this point Wolf was in a full rampage, and began to tear away at the items around him. "My Freedom and old home!" He punched a hole in the wall with a mighty crack. "My Future!" Multiple papers were swept off his desk, including his computer monitor. "My Team!" The canine threw the framed poster onto the ground, and with a mighty crash, the glass shattered all over the ground. Finally he rushed into his small bedroom, grabbed the mirror and punched a hole straight through it, shouting "My Life!"
After the dust had settled, Wolf stood there overlooking the damage he had done. Panting, the tidal wave of anger and emotion passing. His knuckles were bleeding, the small sting of which bringing him back to reality. He blindly went over to his now cleared off desk and opened a drawer, taking out a large bottle of Bourbon and a smaller picture he had kept secret all these years. Staring at the picture, he asked in a defeated, sowerful voice "Wh-Why did it have to be his way? Why can't I just-just be at rest? Why can't I be happy like in the old days when we used to spend all afternoon together...when life was simple? Haven't I deserved it by now!?" Finishing his statement he took a massive swig of the Bourbon in his hand before collapsing on the bed, a single tear rolling down his muzzle before he passed out.