Author's Notes: Hey everybody. This is my first chapter of my first fanfic on Fanfiction! I've been on visiting the site and reading other people's stories for the longest time and decided I should get off my butt and make a story of my own. I've been thinking about this idea for a while now, and after months, I've finally managed to actually type it up. So without further ado, let the story begin!
The words echoed through the ominous silence.
I will have what's mine! Said a voice full of hate and aggression, "As much as the possibility is invidious, I must have a backup plan" The same voice said, but with a more controlled tone.
"Keep going! We can't give up now!" Another voice said, but younger and in a panic. An image came into view. A city engulfed in flames, towers crumbling in the distance. Pained moans and screams started merging together, messages that couldn't be understood. All of the madness stopped in seconds when the empty silence and void returned.
"I am finished here. She is the only one who can do the job, even if I have to shed the blood of millions."
The sapphire vixen woke in a shock sitting straight up into a sitting position on her bed. She was sweating and her heart was pounding out of her chest. The vixen relaxed once her eyes adjusted to the setting of her room on the Great Fox came into view.
Settle down, Krystal, it was only a dream.
Krystal unwrapped herself from the blankets on her bed and sat up, dangling her legs off the side, still recovering from the dream.
What was that?
The vixen became buried in her thoughts. The voices and the city in flames, as far as she knew they could be the voices of any citizen on the street. Something was different, however. The vixen didn't remember having any relation to them, but they connected to her; familiar, but alien. The scene that appeared as well, something about it was more horrific than it looked. Nothing in the dream was so scary you would be drenched in sweat.
She looked over at the clock which read 5:47. Luckily the Star Fox team was taking time off and you could sleep in as long as you liked. Sure, there was stuff that the team needed to do occasionally, but the status of criminal likes has been slow.
Krystal decided it was time to stop worrying, and sleep. Who knows before Star Fox would be sent on another mission and they had to be out in the command room by 7:00 again? She shook off her dream, telling herself it must have been some movie she watched and attempted to drift off into sleep.
Fox suited up in his gear before making his way out of his room. The vulpine wasn't ever too fond on mornings, even if it was already 11:00am. He decided he would make himself a quick pot of coffee before going into the command room to make sure everything was in ship shape (haha, see what I did there?). He made his way down to the kitchen where he saw his avian friend eating a freshly toasted bagel.
"You're up late," he said with his usual cocky voice.
Fox smirked at his comment as he started making his coffee, "Since when did you start getting up at ten thirty Falco?" he replied sarcastically.
"Well, you know what they say; the early bird catches the worm." The bird paused and took a crispy bite of his bagel, sprinkling a bunch of crumbs onto the floor.
"I never thought they were being literal."
"Watch it McCloud," he warned, spraying a few more crumbs.
Fox smirked then took his finished coffee and gulped in down. He was never a huge coffee drinker either, but as more days of continuing oversleeping went by, he became even more tired when he woke up. The vulpine set his now empty cup in the sink where whoever was doing the dishes tonight would clean it.
"So, we get any new assignments yet?" Falco asked.
"I'm going to check right now, it's been ages since we've had a mission."
"You got that right. At this point I wouldn't even mind doing a escort job, just anything to give me an excuse to get in my Arwing."
Fox wasn't sure how desperate his friend was. He could see the headline, "Star Fox, seen transporting a group of elderly couples across Corneria,". Fox hoped he never had to see the day that happened.
The Vulpine exited the kitchen and walked down few hallways to reach the command room. Here, the Star Fox team received messages from out coming stations and piloted the Great Fox. Fox entered through the automatic doors and was surprised to see his father figure Peppy on the control computer.
"Hey Peppy, nice to see you already on the job," Fox said yawning afterwards. Apparently the coffee wasn't working its best, "Did we get any messages today?"
"Unfortunately, yes." Fox could tell this wasn't some joke of being on work again, "It's from General Pepper. He didn't say much, other than this is urgent and to contact him as soon as possible."
"Do we need to summon the team?" Fox asked listening to the message himself.
"It would be wise to have a full audience here."
Fox nodded and pressed the intercom button on the side of the massive computer, "This is Fox. Something has come up; I need everyone in the Command room in no less than five minutes." Fox released the button and retuned to Peppy. "Anything else come in?"
"Nope, that's it." Peppy continued to go through files, taking a second look to make sure he didn't miss anything.
"So what do you think it could be?" Fox asked realizing they would be waiting for another four minutes.
"I don't know Fox, but if General Pepper is signaling us, then it must be important. I don't know what it could be, but the system seems to be at peace right now. Sure there are a few groups that are against the Cornerian government, but I'm sure planet forces could handle them."
"Maybe another war is starting," Fox said meaning for it to only be a joke.
"Now that's your father talking," Peppy chuckled, "Always guessing the scenario's that would get him the most time flying in combat."
"Really…" Fox said pacing. Sure he loved to fly and he knew Peppy was pulling his leg, but it wasn't everything to him. Not like Falco, who would possibly start a war to get in his cockpit. Was his father really like that, just another Falco-minded pilot?
As the vulpine was lost in his thoughts, the rest of the Star Fox team arrived in the room. Falco was first, completely ready for a mission. Then Krystal, who looked like she had gotten no sleep, dressed in silky sweat pants and a tank top. Even with her sleepless look, she was still beautiful. The last was Slippy, who was still in his baby blue PJ's collogued with teddy bears.
Fox scanned them as they each entered the room. They did not by any means look like the legendary Star Fox team out there in combat yet. But to Fox, he enjoyed just seeing the faces of his comrades and being able to live the way they wanted to.
"We've received a message," Peppy started, "General Pepper contacted us very early in the morning, telling us to respond to him ASAP. Seeing that this message is most likely urgent, Fox and I decided that the whole team should be here when we contacted General Pepper."
Falco punched the palm of one of his feathery hands, "Alright, it's about time!"
"ROB, contact General Pepper."
Fox hadn't even noticed ROB, their personal assistant robot, was in the room. He was to the far left of the computer with his own control station so he could access everything easy and quick. Within thirty seconds ROB had completed his search, "General Pepper, head of Cornerian forces, contact code 4037593, area code 63579, location Corneria. Connecting transmission…
Everyone waited in silence as the giant computer screen had the big blocked word, "CONNECTING" in the center of it. In no more than ten seconds the screen came to life with General Pepper's head.
"What's up general?" Falco piped in.
The general was instantly annoyed with the birds comment. "This is not a time to be joking around, Falco, we are in a critical situation!"
Falco raised his hands in defense as Fox took over speaking. "Sorry general, he's just excited," he said as if Falco was a child, "So, the reason we're here?"
General Pepper regained his cool as he started to fill in the Star Fox team on what was happening, "Early this morning, about 1:00am we received a distress call from one of Katina's military bases. They were being heavily ambushed by an unknown force. The Katina forces are still fighting at this very moment and it doesn't look like the attack will be over any time soon."
The general paused and let this sink in. Fox crossed his arms and thought for a second. "So a typical ambush by an unknown force, rare, but not unheard of. Certainly something we can handle."
The general nodded, "Yes, attacks happen from time to time, but the massive force that was sent… you can see for yourself."
General Peppers head was replaced by video feed of the invaders attacking Katina's base.
"Unbelievably huge cruisers carrying hundreds or possibly thousands of enemy soldiers just to take down one base, it's almost idiotic." Pepper finished.
"Well there has to be something there," Fox replied, "whoever it is that's attacking they must have a reason, or this attack is idiotic. Do we have any lead on who they are?"
"Someone who knows how to use all the resources they can. These ships look as if they're made from recycled metal and wires," The General's head came back on screen.
"Alright General, we'll head over there and see what we can do," Fox finished.
General Pepper nodded then ended the transmission. Fox turned around to see the reaction of his team with the news of more action. Everyone was exactly the way they were with the exception of Falco looking even more eager to fight. "Ok, so you know the drill, it'll take a good 5-6 hours to reach Katina so prep and get ready,"
Peppy, Slippy, and Krystal started walking off to their rooms to get prepared.
A few seconds went by and Falco walked up to Fox, peering over his shoulder, "hey, why don't you see what's up," he said motioning to Krystal, also noticing the tiredness in her step.
Fox hesitated at Falco's comment. He had been in love with her the moment he saw her trapped up in the crystal on Sauria. He was just so nervous talking to her, she was way too good and beautiful for a mercenary like Fox, it was a wonder she was still with the StarFox team. They were decent friends and had shared some good laughs together, but whenever thinking of them together it made his heart cringe with the thought of her not liking him back.
"Oh, come on," Falco continued as he rolled his eyes breaking Fox of his trance, "You can't shut up about her, man up and just make conversation!"
He nudged/pushed Fox towards her and Falco's words and the momentum of his push got the best of him and jogged to approach the blue fox.
"Hey, Krystal," Fox said as he caught up to her. The blue vixen sleepily turned to faced him and put on that smile that Fox could always get from her, "is something up?"
Krystal lightly shook her head, "No, I'm fine. Just a… rough night, didn't get much sleep, you know?" She replied.
The vulpine thought for a second, he didn't want to endanger Krystal, putting her out on the battlefield sleepless, "Maybe you should get some more rest, possibly take this mission off," he finally said.
"No! I mean… I have to, this is my job. And besides, I'm not that tired, I just need to hit the shower, that's all." Krystal said, hating the idea of having to sit out while all of her comrades went out fighting without her just because she got a lack of sleep.
Fox took a sigh, knowing that behind that beauty was no softie. Krystal would do as much as Fox would to help the team out. "Get some rest and I'll think about it," Fox finally said.
Krystal nodded and went off into her room to prep.
"Hey, you're making progress," the avian sarcastically said, appearing out of thin air behind Fox.
"Yeah, yeah," The vulpine said in a routine reply.
"So what do you think we're up against? Pirates, gangs, homicidal freaks?"
Fox shook his head, "I don't know, but whatever it is, make sure you're ready," Fox said, walking past his avian friend to go to his own room, "because you know as well as I do this isn't going to be our everyday campaign."
So what do you guys think? I would appreciate reveiws so you can tell me how the story's looking and how I can make my writing or structure better. I'm planning of changing the title name, but for now, Fleeting Wind is an OK title Also, if this seems a little messy when I submit it, like I don't put the chapter name in it or part of the chapter just somehow dissapears, I'll try to fix it as soon as possible. So, I'll hopefully update soon!
-FoxRush