Authors note

Hello. This is my first story to be posted on the Web so go easy. This may also be my last because I'm simply trying to obtain feedback on the story to "test" my skills as a writer, after this, I will move on to another story that will not be posted here and I'll attempt to have published, though I doubt that will happen.

Now for some info on the story, this is going to be a Star fox "fan fic" as they call it. This was originally going to be a Zelda story but as you can see that's been changed. This story went under another dramatic change around the summer of '06 (yes, I have wanted to do this since I was in the 7th grade Hahaha) when its plot got changed from taking place from Adventures through command to a Completely original story. I wanted to avoid the kind of story where a writer created character pretty much takes over the roll of the real main character. I may post a chapter giving an example of this in later days.

One last thing Id like to say, seriously, I am NOT a furry. At one point I associated with them on a forum site but I left because at one point I was an Ass hole to a member, almost got banned and my "victim" as you could call it, left although I'm not sure if I'm the reason for it but I still feel horrible about it. If I am, Id like to say sorry John Brown, please except my apology. Also I'm sorry if you didn't want your forum name through out there Hahaha.

Btw excuse any typos. I sure your smart enough to figure out what I'm getting at and ill post the dates that the story is on. For example the story starts in the summer of August 2006. And ill try to update this every Friday. And I won't disappear from the site without a warning unlike some other authors…

Now, to give Fan Fiction a shot!

--

Vermont

10:09 am

His vision was blurred. He had no feeling at all. He laid there trying to figure out why he was in this position, on his stomach and on the floor. Had someone hit him? His head hurt to some extent but something told him he wasn't under attack.. Feeling came back to him suddenly. He could feel a fuzzy feeling across his back, which wasn't covered by a shirt. Then his vision cleared up. The boy wasn't surprised to learn where he was.

He was on the floor. The fuzzy feeling was a blanket wrapped around his body. He had simply rolled out of bed and smacked his head on the floor. It was nothing really out of the ordinary. He had a habit of rolling off of beds. The boy's name was Tom. He was just like any other 13 year old from Vermont. The only thing that stood out from the other kids was the fact his family had a lot of land.

He arose from his uncomfortable position on the floor, placing both hands on the floor and pushing up. He then lift his leg and pushed up arising to his feet. His arm had been twisted behind his back and hurt incredibly when he moved it. He guessed he had been in that position for awhile judging by how sore it was.

Tom then walked towards the doorway to his bathroom, which was connected to his room. He proceeded to the mirror and stared into it. In his reflection, he saw a young teen with medium-long brown hair, steel blue eyes, and an acne problem. He stared at it, studying his face, wondering if he had any new zits of all things. Tom reached for the faucet, and turned it on. Cupping his hands, he reached under the running water and filled his hands with cold water. He bent down and splashed the water onto his face. The shock from the cold immediately cleared the haze in his mind. He was officially awake. Starring back into the mirror, he saw a now wide-eyed teenage that had the expression that someone had thrown a bucket of water on him.

Turning around, he proceeded back in to his room. He felt the change from cold tile to warm rug on his feet when he left the bathroom and entered his room. He walked to center of the room and stopped. Looking around, he began to pick out what he will need or he'll possibly need for the day. Slowly turning around, he started choosing. The first thing he saw were his jeans he'd been wearing for two days.

"Not going commando," he said aloud to himself while he grabbed the pants and threw them on the bed.

The next thing he saw was a 4-inch long pocketknife on his bureau. Instinctively he picked it up when he saw it. He never left home without it. He threw that on the bed along with the jeans.

He then opened the bureau and reached for the first shirt he saw, which was an olive drab shirt. He checked to see if it was clean or just dirty shirt he had thrown back in the bureau when he was rushing to clean his room. Smelling okay, he threw that to the bed where the jeans and knife sat.

Feeling he had gotten what he needed for the moment, he proceeded to his stereo and hit play, then began to get dressed as Metalica began to play.

End of section

Somewhere on the edge of the Lylat system

10:15 am

A massive battleship silently slid through space, its four massive engines spewed out red and orange flames. The sleek silver starship flew through space, its course changing slightly every few minutes, looking as though it following a invisible road. It ship had five swept back wings, two on the starboard side, two on the port side, one placed above the other, and one on the top, running right down the back of the craft. On the underside, there was a small opening for launching and docking fighters.

Below each of the port and starboard wings was a massive cannon. Even a person that was uneducated in weapons design could tell that cannons of that size could easily obliterate a small starship and punch a hole straight through a unshielded medium sized cruiser. The back of the ship was an upside down V shape. Along the back of the ship were 16 small turrets used for fending off smaller craft. 8 turrets were on each side of the V. Every turret was armed with 6 small sized cannons, 3 on each side of the bubble shaped cockpit.

The cruiser was a force to be reckoned with. From a distance, one could make out a red design (which was obviously a temporary paint job because of its rough look) on the side of the massive wing that ran down the middle on the cruiser. An enemy of the crew that occupied the ship would be horrified upon seeing the logo, that is, assuming they could get close to it without being annihilated, for the logo was a red fox on all fours with a wing on its back.

The ship belonged to the star fox team.

On board the Silver streak (A.N I couldn't find a good place for the name in the last section)

10:20 am.

A young fox sat in a chair in aboard the Silver streak's bridge. The red vulpine stared lazily out into the void of space, wishing something would happen. The war with the aparoids had ended seven months ago and since then things had been moving far slower than usual. No rebellions, no space pirates, nothing. It shouldn't be this calm. Thought the fox. There was always rebellions breaking out and we haven't gotten any call about dealing with pirates. Either the generals giving us time off or everyone's been scared shitless from the aparoid attack and the are all hiding. Sure, they are on a mission right now but its moving some jewels and rock samples to Katia from some remote planet farther out the saruia that he didn't even no the name of. Real exciting.

A loud hiss was heard as the main door to the bridge opened. In stepped a blue and red colored falcon, dressed in tan jacket and green pants. Immediately upon entering the room, the raptor began a now usual series of complaints.

"I can't take it! It's so god damn boring around here! If stuff doesn't start to get interesting soon, I'm gonna leave again." Said the bird of prey.

The fox turned his attention away from the window and faced the bird.

"Falco, you've been saying you were going to leave for three months. If you're going to leave, then do it already. If you aren't then quit complaining." Replied the fox.

The falcon wasn't expecting an answer like that. He stood in the doorway shocked, then proceeded to a chair next to the fox as the doors hissed shut behind him. He sat down quietly in the chair next to the fox, which was a good 4 feet away. The falcon looked at the red vulpine, expecting an angry glare, but instead saw the back of his head, as the fox had turned his attention back to the black void outside the window.

Its so boring thought the raptor. I'm actually hoping we will get attacked just so we will have something to do damn it.

His mind began to wander. He thought of many things, ranging from, dog fighting, to the aparoid war, he even wondered what Slippy was doing. What is he doing? He thought. Ah it doesn't matter. Just out of curiosity, he checked the nearby computer to find out where they were. After the tapping of keys and a kick to the hard drive for running slow, he saw they were just on the edge of the inner system. Soon they would been in the light space corridor, were they could jump to light speed and reach Katina.

The light speed corridor was basically a thick ring shaped area that ran around the inner system where ships could enter light speed without the worry of hitting planets or other objects at high speed. It ran clockwise around the Lylat system.

Seeing where they were, he guessed where most likely Slippy was, moving the samples and jewels to the loading bay from the cargo room by hand cart. The Silver Streak didn't have the luxury of the loading bay being adjacent to the cargo bay. Even though this was a modern ship, it still had its flaws. He missed the great fox, it was so much better than this "rental" ship, as he called it. The silver streak was a temporary home for the star fox team as a new great fox was built. They received it directly from the cornirean army.

Seeing how he had nothing better to do, he decided to go help Slippy move the samples. He got up

and walked towards the door. It opened with a hiss as he walked through, and then hissed shut behind him.

Silver streak's cargo bay

10:32 Am

"Grrr" groaned a green toad as he lifted a open box of samples onto a large cart.

You would think this modern cruiser would have some sort of mechanized form lift stuff in the cargo bay thought the toad. The sample box came down with a crash as he drop the heavy box on to the cart.

"Phew, last one" he said aloud.

"Talking to yourself again Slippy?" said a familiar voice.

The startled toad jumped. He turned to see Falco standing in the doorway. He must've been so caught up in his thoughts he didn't here the door open.

"Hey Falco. What's going on?" Said the Amphibian

"Nothing, that's why I'm down here. I need something to do so I figured Id come help you."

"Well, I'm done moving the samples, so there's nothing else to do. You can walk with me down to the loading bay if you want." Said the toad.

"Sure…" said an unenthusiastic Falco

Slippy pushed the cart passed Falco and out the door, raising then falling slightly as it passed over the threshold. Falco followed him out of the room. In the hall Falco walked along side Slippy. They walked down the hallway, passing window after window, through door after door. Finally, Falco, trying to get a conversation going, said "So what have you been doing to keep yourself occupied?"

"A lot of things. Stuff like keeping the Arwings in shape and constantly check all of Silver streaks systems. As advance as this ship is, it still needs a lot of repairs and tuning. Its no Great Fox"

"Yeah, I miss that ship…." Replied the falcon.

There was an awkward silence. Bringing up the Great Fox always saddened the Star Fox crew. It was like a home and its loss was hard to take. Trying to lighten the situation, Falco said suddenly, "Hey, ill race you to the loading bay" and took off running

"Hey! No fair, you got a head start!" the amphibian began to push the cart faster and soon was at full speed. He was gaining on Falco slowly. He passed by windows, rushed through door after door, over each of the thresholds on the floor in the doors. The cart would bump at each threshold, going a little ways into the air. It was during one of these bumps that a jewel fell out of the box, unnoticed and landed on the ground as the toad rushed off in chase of his rival. This was no ordinary jewel though. It had a circular shape to it, with four points on it, position so it looked somewhat like a compass. The gem began to glow suddenly, then stopped. It defiantly wasn't an ordinary jewel.

Vermont

10:35

Tom sat at the kitchen table. An empty plate stood in front of him were a bagel once was. He thought of what he was going to do today. Maybe ill go visit Alex he thought. A surprise visit would be fun, hang around, play some Smash Bros. Melee. Yeah ill do that he decided.

He rose from his seat and walked out into the living room, where he then proceeded to the stairs, which stood right next to the front door. Walking up about 20 steps, he then turned right and walked down the hallway, past the laundry room on the left, then his parents room on the right, finally reaching his room on the right side near the end of the hall. He opened the wood door and walked in to a small, white colored room. Looking to the wall across from his bed, he saw his TV. Connected to it was a Jet black Game cube, with 4 different colored controllers plugged in, Jet Black, orange, standard game cube purple, as he called it, and a Platinum wave bird. He unplugged the purple controller and threw it on his bed.

He then walked over to his desk and opened a door, revealing 12 canisters of Co2 and a rifle sling. He picked up one canister and put it in his pocket, then picked up the sling and threw it on the bed.. Walking over to his bed, he kneeled down and reached under and began feeling around. He found a sock, a walking stick and a pair of boxers, none in which he was looking for. Finally, he his hand brushed up against a cold, plastic object. He grabbed on to it and pulled it out.

He had taken out a 177. Caliber pellet gun, modeled after a French FAMAS assault rifle. He had bought it from Alex, along with the 12 tanks of Co2 about a week ago. He hadn't fired it yet and was looking forward to shooting it. He didn't get why Alex wanted to sell it. It looked like it was a good gun.

Placing that FAMAS on the bed, he turned to his closet and walk towards it. He opened it and saw all the clothes inside. Pushing the clothes aside, he revealed his sword collection, ranging from Double edge long swords to Jet-black, modern looking Japanese swords. But these weren't what he was looking for. Looking to the far left, he saw a crudely made double edge sword lacking hand guards that his dad had made from a piece of spare scrap steel. It had been insulted, called ugly, worthless and a piece of shit. But Tom didn't care. He loved it. He had it since he was roughly 7 years old after he became a Zelda fan and begged his dad to make him a sword. It held a special place in his heart and was his prized possession.

He removed the sword, or "bur" as he called it because of the fact he couldn't keep burs off its edge, no matter how often he filed them down. He walked over to his bed and placed Bur on the bed. He them picked up the 177. And clipped the sling to the loop on the barrel, then to the loop on the shatterproof composite stock. He then walked over to his desk again and pick up his empty backpack, which had been sitting on the desk. Tom walked back over to the bed and put his game cube controller in the bag, along with a change of clothes in case he of an unexpected sleepover.

Feeling he had what he needed, he picked up the FAMAS and slung it over his back. He then picked up his backpack and after some struggling, irritation, and cursing, he managed to weave the backpack around the FAMAS's barrel and got it to rest comfortably on his back. Picking up Bur, he walked towards the door when a shiny object reflected off the corner of his eye. Turning to his right, his saw his silver Nintendo DS. Thinking of the possibility that Alex could be playing World of Warcraft, he picked it up and slipped it into his pocket in case he needed something to do.

Knowing he had what he needed, he walked out the door, down the hallway, down the 20-step flight of stairs and walked to the front door. Reaching for the key magnet, he took a house key off the clip and pocketed it. He reached for the doorknob, grasped it tightly, turned it, and pushed. He then stepped outside and proceeded around to the back of his house and towards the woods.

The Vermont Wilderness

11:03 am

He had been walking for a good 30 minutes now, about roughly a quarter way to Alex's house. His house was about 5 miles away from his, the quickest way on foot was through the woods. He walked along a ridge that him and his dad maintain along the top of that stony ridge. He continued walking, seeing familiar rocks and trees. He had walked this path so many times, he knew most of it by heart. He walked for about 5 more minutes, occasionally jumping for rock to rock when there was gaps in the path.

Eventually, he came to a fork in the path. He stopped and looked right, the path he always took, and then left, a path he hadn't traveled down since he was five. He has a reason to not travel down that path. He was horrified of it, when he was five years of age, he was walking with his family down that path when he tripped over a rock and rolled down the hill, fracturing his arm in the process. Since then he's had nightmares of falling down that path and even at his current age he was afraid of it. He didn't even know what was at the bottom of it, he just knew it led to Alex's house.

Standing there, he thought Ill have to get over it eventually, but when? I'm still afraid of it… you know what? Fuck it. I'm doing it today He decided. Turning to his left, he started down the path. The hill was fairly steep. And it was rocky too, more rocky than the top of the ridge. He soon found himself leaping from rock to rock. Of course he was risking falling, but he didn't want to go around them, the small pine trees that grew along the top of the ridge soon began to disappear as he descended lower into the valley, in their place where massive oak trees. Soon, the rocks were fewer and farther between, and before he knew it, he was walking on flat ground. Man its gonna be a bitch getting back up that he thought.

Walking at a normal pace now, he looked up and looked at the massive oaks. They were the biggest he had ever seen. He couldn't even estimate their height. He also noticed there was a lot more wildlife down here than at the top of the ridge. Blue jays and chickadees were singing their songs, he even heard the screech of a falcon in the distance, something he didn't hear very often. Among all the noise from the wildlife, he began to here the sound of running water… and a lot of it. Curiosity getting the best of him, he began to run toward the noise. Running through the woods, he began to see a clearing in the large oaks. He got closer and closer to the clearing, the noise of water growing louder with each passing step. He soon burst from the woods and was standing in a field. A river was running through the middle some 50 feet away.

He didn't know there was a river here. Well that's what I get for being afraid of a stupid hill he thought. Noticing the path continued along side the river, he began to walk the trail again. He walked for at least 15 minutes before seeing a hill him the field. That's weird, how could a hill be just right in the middle of a field? Whatever ill blame the glaciers. He thought. He began to follow the path again, which led around the hill, but his adventurous personality stopped him. I should climb that hill he thought. Yeah, that will be fun. He turned and faced the hill, then charged at it his backpack and FAMAS bounced on his back and Bur swung with his hand. He ran straight up the hill, strafing from left to right to maintain speed. He then reached the top and turned around and looked at what he just accomplished. He stood there, breathing heavily then, smiling, he raised Bur, swung it in a horizontal left swing, then a downward right swing celebrating his victory over the hill, then grasped it in both hands and raised it above his head and yelled "HIIIYAAA" as he jumped forward and swung down in at the ground. He didn't land successfully though, as the ground had given away below him. As he began to fall, he yelled "whooooaaaa SHIIIIIIT!

Under ground cave

11:40 am

He woke up. His mind was fuzzy and his body numb. He knew he didn't roll out of bed. The ground was too hard. Tom opened his eyes and got to his knees. He looked around and saw he was in a cave. "Where the hell am I? He said aloud. He stood and began to explore his surroundings. The cave was well lit, despite the fact it was fairly large. He saw where he fell. It was a small opening and he figured he could get out because of some conveniently bittersweet vines.

He turned around and saw something out of the ordinary. A large stone arch, with a small podium shaped rock in the middle. He walked over to it. On the podium were to gems. Each in the same shape, a circle shaped rock with four points coming off of it, making a compass like shape. One gem was blue and the other white. He reached down and grabbed the white one. He pulled it and I came out surprisingly easy. He slipped it into his pocket and grabbed the other one. He pulled the blue one but it wouldn't budge no matter how hard he pulled it. Giving up, he decided he should get out of there. But then he realized he didn't have Bur. Looking around frantically, he saw it on the ground where he had fallen. Relieved, he walked over quickly and picked it up.

He started towards the vines when he felt, a vibration in his pocket when the sword brushed up against his left pocket that the gem was in. switching Bur to his right hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the stone. It wasn't doing anything now. Out of curiosity, he held it up to Bur. Much to his surprise, it started to vibrate again. He held it closer to Bur, to the point were they were touching. Surprising him even more, the steel that Bur was made of began to ripple like water!

He was very curious now. He pressed the gem up against Bur as hard as he could and the stone entered the seemingly liquid metal. Bur then began to glow. Tom at this point was beginning to freak out. He threw he prized possession to the ground as it was engulfed in white light. Tom shielded his eyes from the light with his arm.

Suddenly the light was gone. Slowly, Tom moved his arms away. On the ground where Bur once sat was a sword with a bleach white blade and a sky blue hilt. He knew it was still his sword, it was still the same shape as Bur and it still didn't have a hand guard. It was just a different color and was missing its signature burs. Reaching down, he picked up his new sword.

As though this wasn't weird enough for the poor teen, the blue stone began to glow on the podium. Curiosity was driving the boy nuts. He walked over to the podium. As he did so, the blue stone grew brighter. Bur had begun glowing too, except it was a soft, beautiful blue light.

Something came over Tom. Something was telling him to how up his sword. As if it was instinctive, he did. Moving Bur so it was vertical and in front of him, he noticed the shape of the white stone was engraved in the blade where he pushed it in. It was glowing bright white. A brighter white than the rest of the blade. He thought okay a white and blue stone that glow when they are near each other. What happens when they touch?

He slowly lowered the blade to the point where the engraving was almost directly over the blue stone. The stone arch began to glow and the podium began to shake, then it sunk into the ground. The arches were now a bright white now. Tom again shielded his eyes until the brightness subsided. He looked at the arches and saw what looked like white light in the half circle arch but it gave off almost no light. He stared at it. Then walked over to it. Again, his curiosity got the best of him and he reached out and touched it.

The light rippled like water. The urge of adventure taking over, he took off his bag and then removed the FAMAS. He opened the cover in the handle by unscrewing a knob on the bottom and slipped in a tank of Co2. Then put the cover back on and twisted the knob until he heard the his of Co2 flowing through the gun. Holding the FAMAS in one hand and Bur in the other, he walked through the portal

Warp

Time unknown

His body was cool. He was floating down a tunnel at a high speed. He looked around him and saw the tunnel was made of water. He reached out but couldn't touch it. It was out of reach and he was stuck in the middle of the tunnel. Minutes passed. Soon he saw a light at the end of the tunnel. Was he dead? Don't step into the light! He thought. He laughed. Like he had a choice. The light was getting close quick. He did what he could. Hope for the best and did what the navy would say

BRACE FOR IMPACT

End chapter