Yeah, yeah; I know they're short. I just feel like I didn't want to add anything more to them for the sake of Chapter 3. Speaking of which, Chapter 3 should have much more meat to it. Enjoy.
Although he was not usually one prone to fear, Vincent had to admit that he was getting worried. The fighters on his tail were moving much more quickly and with more precision than the renegade apes. As if to answer the questions running through his head, Stella chimed in on the communicator.
"Vince, Get out of there right now. These aren't just angry apes; it's a battalion of military ships."
"Great. There'll be no psyching them out, then," Vincent said dejectedly. He quickly racked his brain for other options, and he came up with several maneuvers that would be much more effective if he wasn't alone over a field of crag. Though he hated to turn tail and run, he knew fully well that it was his only option against a force this large. He moved to pull the lever on his warp drive. Before his hand reached the button, however, an sudden explosion rocked his fighter. Something in his cockpit popped off at him, hitting him right between the eyes.
"Gah! Zappers! One more hit and I'm finished…"
As he fought to maintain consciousness- as well as the controls of his nose-diving ship- he saw a warp gate open out of the corner of his eye. He heard unfamiliar voices on the com-link as he blacked out.
Fox McCloud couldn't help but laugh as he and his team dove into the fray. This was just like old times for him. The four blue and white fighters let fly bomb after bomb into the crowd of advancing fighters as they descended on their deadly arc. The battle was over in a matter of minutes. Falco's voice came on the communicator.
"That wasn't half bad. I kinda missed doing this."
Fox was about to comment on Falco's remark when he was interrupted by Krystal, sounding very worried.
"Boys, I've found a downed ship. It looks like… no way."
Slippy chimed in, "Could it be… a Wolfen?"
Fox and Falco swooped in and landed their Arwings. As they jumped out of their cockpits, they realized that the ship was a Wolfen painted blue where it's counterpart was red. Their pace quickened to a run and Fox called for Peppy to send the medical kit down. Falco yelled for the pilot to open the cockpit and, when he didn't respond, ripped open the hatch. They found a white wolf with a gaping wound on his forehead, as well as several burns and broken bones. Falco gave Fox a questioning look. "Fox... I'm not sure about this."
"Don't even start, Falco. He's wounded. We're bringing him in."
The finality in Fox's statement took Falco off guard, so he hefted the wolf out of his cockpit and took him back to his Arwing. Fox- after noting the severity of his wound- made another call to Peppy as he ran back to his Arwing.
"Peppy, no time for the med-kit. We need to get him to you before he bleeds out. Prep the Emergency Room, and close it in."
With a grim look on his face, the vulpine commander gunned his ship back to the Great Fox.
