OK I am truly sorry for not updating in a while but I have had some serious family issues to take care of. I will dedicate the next chapter (Chapter 4) to any questions you may have for my OC Mitch. He has agreed to take a few questions to answer and will start next chapter. Feel free to post any questions you might have for him in the reviews. I have given up on set due dates so I will now update when I can. Mitch will not turn out to be a Marty Stu and I will show more of his character in the coming chapters. Star Fox will not take a backseat due to my OC and I honestly don't care at this point whether or not I am using an OC correctly. I will still take suggestions on how to develop my OC but I will stop trying as hard as I have. I will try to make longer chapters from now on. Anyway here is revised addition 2 of chapter 3.
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There was an ambient orange glow cast over the small room that turned all of its occupants a deep orange. They were all seated (save for a certain crimson vulpine) around a medium sized oak table. The brown wood contrasted brilliantly to the orange glow. Its circular shape allowed all of the occupants to see each other's expressions. At the head of the table a vulpine cleared his throat.
"We have received a mission from General Pepper," he began. "He tells us that a colony known as sector twelve is in peril. The only thing we know is that Venom and Corneria have outposts on the planet. I have no further details at this time, which is why I have called you all together. I need all of you to get as much information as you can on this planet."
A hare to the left of the individual that had spoken cleared his throat. All eyes turned to him and an aura of respect filled the still air. This individual was revered for his experience and wisdom.
"I was there when it was discovered. As you all know, the Lylat wars ended a little over seven years ago. After the wars, the new leader of Venom proposed a test for peace. The testing ground was to be a recently discovered planet that was rich in natural resources. Both planets sent a civilian colony to start off. As you would expect, tensions were high at first. But the colonists learned quickly that the planet was as inhospitable as it looked. Several species of wild animal were present all over the central valley of the planet. They couldn't retreat into the mountains due to the rest of the planet being covered with said mountains, and to top it off, these mountains were volcanic. The colonists grew to realize that in order to survive; they would have to put aside their differences and unite to help each other. Two colonies were formed, but they were less than a mile apart. Both colonies sent for military and defense supplies, which were sent in within a week."
"The supplies sent in helped the colonists rally and defend themselves. They built several smelteries and refineries, which were shared by Venomians and Cornerians alike. The experiment seemed to be a success."
A loud snort erupted from the mouth of the crimson vulpine. His blazing form was leaned against the bulkhead in a nonchalant manner. All eyes turned to him as he started to speak.
"You all realize we were talking about Venomians right. It is totally against their MO to work with Cornerians, let alone share resources with them. I realize they were within a certain range of each other, but that is only so that they could more accurately kill each other. They would not, even on the pain of death ever help a Cornerian. Not unless it was to set them up." At this, the vulpine shut up abruptly. He had rambled too freely.
An azure vixen sitting to the immediate right of an avian, gasped. She had been openly scanning the thoughts of all at the meeting. This was to make sure that every lead was followed up on.
"You really don't think they would do that do you?" She asked, obviously outraged.
A Cerinian, of course, they are the only race that has telepathy that can sometimes breech my defenses. The crimson figure muttered before answering.
"I'm afraid so miss. Venomians are known for their hatred of Cornerians. It wouldn't surprise me if the entire thing was a ploy made by the Venomian leader to rid himself of a few Cornerian mercenaries. Namely the ones responsible for his planets defeat seven years ago."
At his the avian stood up, feathers quivering in rage. "I think you're being a wee bit paranoid don't you think Mitch? This is quite an elaborate plan and Venomians aren't known for being very high on their IQ scores. If it is a plan to waste the Star Fox team, then Venomians didn't come up with it."
The crimson figure laughed a deep rumbling laugh before replying, "Mr. Lombardi, paranoia keeps you alive. I also never really meant to portray the Venomians themselves of being the masterminds behind this. I am thinking of a more prominent threat. One that was never, until recently, confirmed dead."
At this the vulpine that had spoken earlier let out a guttural growl, one that was loaded with pain and hatred. His mouth formed one word, a word he had come to despise.
"Andross."
"Exactly, Andross"
"How could he have done it? The only way he could ever have done it was to have a backup plan ready and waiting."
"That may not be the case. He could have been constantly running from the backseat while searching for a way to heal himself. That must have been why he attacked Krystal in the Krazoa palace. He was dying and needed a fast way to replenish his strength.
the vulpine and the avian continued to argue over the facts while the hare fell asleep, the toad exited the room, and the vixen and the other vulpine continued the discussion in a peculiar manner.
What do you think Krystal? Does Mitch have a point or is he just tooting his own horn so to speak?
I am unfamiliar with the phrase 'tooting your own horn' but I can tell you that I can't get a read on him. His mind is shrouded in mist and it has a mental barrier. Strong as my mind is, I cannot and will not pry into his mind. The one thing I can sense is bottled pain emotional toil and instability. He is hurting inside. There is one thing I can assure you; he is absolutely convinced he is right.
What about Falco? Does he have a point; is it even possible for Andross to have planned his defeat?
I have no personal experience apart from him pushing me into the Krazoa collection container. But from yours and Falco's experiences with him I believe it is possible. Mitch's argument seems much more plausible and I would have no problem believing it if I were not telepathic.
At this the other vulpine got up and moved in on the quarreling shipmates before they could come to blows. He grabbed the vulpine by his scruff and the avian by his shirt.
"Sit down, both of you before I jettison you out of the airlock at the next garbage dump. We have come to a conclusion. We have less than eighteen hours before we reach orbit. I want you all to be ready within the next thirteen hours. Of those thirteen, I want you all to have at least ten hours of sleep. Make sure your gear is packed and meet on the flight deck in fifteen hours for our last minute changes. Tomorrow, Mitch, Krystal and I will be a scouting party. Falco and Slippy will take to the air. Make sure you tell him immediately after this meeting Falco. Peppy, wake up, you will remain on the Great Fox to scan the planet constantly. Are there any questions?"
All heads shook.
"Then get started."
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Mitch was in his room with his blasters and personal rifle apart on his bed. He had to make sure that all of the parts were in working order and were not melting from intense heat; a blazing red light told him his battery cells were charging behind him, with a lone bandolier of cells, fully charged, sitting on his oaken coffee table. He continued to study his weapons. Satisfied with the condition they were in, he proceeded to put the parts back together. In less than a minute, he had his weapons together and in working order. His hand fondled the moody brown spruce stock of his rifle with loving grace. His hands grazed the brass plate at the bottom of the stock, which brought a solitary tear to his eye. He put the weapons up on his nightstand next to his bed and and reached over to shut off the light. His eyes caught the inscription on the stock and he choked back a sob. Shutting his eyes tightly against the memories that were forever etched into his mind. He put his head down on his tear stained pillow and sobbed uncontrollably. The lights flickered into nonexistence, save for the emergency light which glinted off of the plate on his rifle.
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Well I tried to make a longer chapter this time. I know Mitch didn't take much of a backseat but this story is going to be a little over halfway about him. I'm sorry if I'm not developing the other characters enough but you should already have a general idea about their character already. Remember to post any questions you have for Mitch, but remember some of them may be answered in the story later so he might not answer all questions. Please post a review and give me some feedback. I also would appreciate some followers to this story so that I could get feedback when I update. Pm me for messages you think should be prioritized. SPAM WILL BE DELETED! Thank you all. I do not know when I will update next so please bear with me. Also please excuse any errors you find. I'm typing this on an android so I may have some problems.
