(A/N): at the point of uploading this, I haven't made any more progress writing the story. Lots of things, such as school and church, have been taking my time. However, this story will see an end.
I don't know about the title of this story. There is defiantly war, but it feels kind of rushed. (Up until uploading the first chapter, the word doc was known only as title later…..) So if you have any suggestions for a better title, feel free to PM them to me. Just know if you do pm me an idea, I may use it. But I'll try to give you credit.
I don't think it's necessary to include a disclaimer at the beginning of every chapter, as I already have one for the whole story, and this is a fan fiction website, so it's assumed we don't own the material we are writing about. I didn't see anything about it in the website policy, but if I'm wrong, please feel free to inform me.
Chapter 2: Collapsing World
Fox regained consciousness with a sudden jolt, so hard he didn't even have to bother sitting up. "WHAT ON CORNERIA IS GOING ON!" Fox had to shout to be heard over all the alarms and mini explosions.
"Hyperdrive failure, all systems failing, warp falls in T minus 5." The purple ROB 87 chimed in. Just as he finished his analysis, the consol he sat at burst in a glorious shower of sparks, sending the robot flying back.
Just has ROB 87 had said, after 5 seconds, the Great Fox came out of warp, now facing a lush blue green planet. The beautiful orb boasted 4 continents and several islands, as well as two typical polar ice caps. The planet was a beautiful sight. Fox had no time to admire the beauty of the planet though, as his ship was currently going to heck. "ROB 3, put us in orbit!"
"Negative captain, all main engines non-responsive." This was bad news. Without the engine, there was no way to bring the ship into orbit, meaning it was currently heading on a one-way ticket to the ground.
"Shoot! Ok, what do we have in the way of back-up power!" Fox hoped that there would be enough power to bring the ship down for a relatively gentle landing.
"Back-up power at 2 present. Insufficient for landing."
"Blast! ROB 64, what's our ETA to Crash Landing?" as Fox continued to form a plan, a small fire broke out from one of the consoles. The blue ROB unit got up to put out the fire. He had just barley succeeded in this task when an adjacent control panel burst, destroying the robot in a shower of sparks.
"ETA for crash landing in estimated 5 minutes. " ROB 64 chimed in. Discovering this had been hard with only half the keyboard, the other half having blown up. The robot amazingly however, was still functioning, and kept on going.
"ROB 99 put me on the com system, all channels!" The silver robot complied, and Fox grabbed the microphone that came up from the arm rest of his chair. "Attention all crew, repeat, attention all crew. Brace for impact. This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill. We are going down." Fox returned the microphone, and then proceeded to strap himself onto his chair. "OK" he spoke to no one in particular "This is going to get bumpy"
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Slippy Toad walked down the hall, carrying a tray of drinks. His mind was in a world of its own, lazily taking him through the clouds as he walked. The sounds of the ship mid-warp acting as a soothing melody that Slippy had come to accept almost as a lullaby. But he began to slow down, suddenly listening a little more carefully to the sounds of the ship, something didn't feel right. Slippy almost had a sixth sense for technology, and it was acting up. A gut felling told him to hold on to something and not let go, but being in the hallway, there really wasn't anything to hold. So he squatted down almost to ground level. And that's when it hit.
The whole ship violently shook and rocked, throwing Slippy around. He fell flat on his belly and did his best to hug the ground. As soon as the worst was over, he got up and bolted to the hyperdrive engine room. But as soon as he rounded the corner, he was met with the shock of his life. The blast doors were closed, cutting off all access to the engine rooms. Slippy knew there was only one reason they would be closed, and that was a major failure in the hyperdrive itself, usually of very explosive and destructive proportions. Slippy also knew that at warp speed, there was no way to hit a ship like the Great Fox that hard. It could be hit, even enough to force it out of warp, but you couldn't eliminate the whole engine. Slippy continued to stand there, his brain trying to process what was going on. Then it hit him. There was only one way the engine itself could have taken damage like that, "sabotage"
"Attention all crew, repeat, attention all crew. Brace for impact. This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill. We are going down." The captions voice came over the Com channels. Slippy panicked, he had never been in something this bad. He knew what was happening, the ship was crash landing. He also knew that his chances of survival were superiorly increased if he was in a reinforced room. The only rooms onboard the ship that were reinforced were the offices, bridge, prison hold, cargo bay 2, and the hyperdrive engine room. Obviously the engine was out, the bridge and offices were both on deck one, too far away by stairs, and even if the lifts were working, it would be too big a risk. Something failing would mean a quick plummet to ones death. Plus all the offices and the bridge were password locked; the chances he would be able to get in were slim. The prison cells were only one deck up, but they would be locked as well. That left only one area, cargo bay 2, just 2 decks down. It would probably be guarded, but maybe the guards would take compassion on the toad and let him in, if they weren't already inside themselves. Without further hesitation, he ran for it.
Once he hit the first flight of stairs, the shaking started. Thankfully the ship's designers hadn't forgotten the timeless addition to all proper stairs, the handrail. Slippy grabbed it for dear life and made his way down. Once on level he dashed down the hall, zigzagging from all the tossing and turning of the ship. As he rounded the corner, he saw a sight that made the green frog even greener.
The guards were both lying on the ground, unconscious. One had a small pool of blood forming around his head, while the other was badly bruised and had his neck at a funny angle. Slippy was shocked, but knew that if he didn't get into the cargo bay that could be him. He hit the button to open the door, dashed inside, and then hit the button to close it. Once inside he quickly grabbed some chain and made a makeshift harness out of the chain and a poll. He held on for his dear life as the ship began its final descent, rocking violently the whole way.
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"What on Corneria is going on out here?" Peppy Hare was not amused with all the ruckus from the other side of the now open doorway.
"Well, if it isn't mister big shot himself!" the blue bird shouted, before barging past the guard and into Peppy's office.
"Hey!" the solder guarding the general's door tried to grab him, but he was too slow. The grey cat then pushed past him and walked after the bird. "HEY!"
Before the guard could do anything else, the bird closed and locked the door, sealing the three in the office.
"What in blue blazes are you doing? Who are you? And…..wait, I recognize you, you're that gang member from Zoness…."
"That's right pall. Falco, in case you were wondering. And I thought we could have a little chat about…" before Falco could get another word out, the ship violently lunged, sending all three of them to the ground. "What the…?"
Peppy let out a loud "OOF", followed by a groan. "Falco, I think the general is hurt" Katt crawled over to Peppy, and began trying to help the aged hare. She helped him sit up, at which point he began to insist he could handle it himself.
"Attention all crew, repeat, attention all crew. Brace for impact. This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill. We are going down." The captain's voice informed them over the intercom system.
Katt began to try and help the general stand up, but before she could, he stopped her. "Listen you two, there's a set of safety harnesses on the wall over there, and you need to get in them." Sure enough, a set of emergency harnesses had slid onto the wall, ready to hold crew members during an emergency like this.
"Ok, but you're coming too." Katt helped the old hare up, and made him limp over to the harnesses. She helped him get in one as Falco strapped himself in. Katt then did the same herself, and the three of them braced for impact.
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Inside the prison cell, the "cargo" of this trip idly waited out the crashing of the ship. She was actually suspended about five feet off the ground, unable to move at all from all the various chains and shackles and rings, her whole body covered up by all the harnesses and straps. Her Eyes however, were uncovered, and they were flooding with water. She wasn't afraid she would die. No, she knew she would be ok; it was the rest of the crew she was worried about. She had sensed the foul intend of the chief mechanic for a while now, but no one would listen. Outside, four harnesses hung empty, as the guards that should have been in them were on the floor. She knew three of them were already dead, and the forth was not going to wake up, he was slipping too fast. Now, she bets, they wished they had listened to her. But it was too late. She felt all the lives on the ship, most just faint glows, getting dimmer and dimmer each second.
"Attention all crew, repeat, attention all crew. Brace for impact. This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill. We are going down."
The water in her violet eyes finally broke over, too much for her eyelids to hold back. And she mourned the death of all the people on the ship that was taking her away against her will as tears ran down her muzzle.
