Well, here it is. I finally wrote some new stuff. This chapter is (as promised) a bit longer, and for those of you that this might bother, I can be a bit wordy. So, those of you with good vocabulary, enjoy.
"… an explosion rocked his fighter. Something in his cockpit popped, hitting him right between the eyes…"
"…They found a white wolf with a gaping wound on his forehead, as well as several burns and broken bones…"
Vincent White was awake
once more. Opening one of his golden eyes and- after waiting for the
medicated daze to pass- trying to analyze his surroundings, he found
that he was lying on a medical table surrounded by four walls of what
seemed to be glass. His open eye trailed down to inspect the damage
on himself when he noticed two things. First, he was restrained.
Second, there was an unfamiliar female- a blue fox- at the foot of
the table tending to his wounds. She was holding on to his left leg,
and she looked like she was about to… 'Oh dear.'
She spoke; "I know
you're awake. This is going to hurt."
SNAP!
She was right. He
yelped as a dizzying amount of pain shot through the white wolf's
body when she pushed his leg joint back into the socket.
"I'm sorry. For
that, as well as your restraints," she said. Vincent felt somewhat
comforted by the gentleness of her voice and- though in a different
sense- by the blue pulse coming from the small gadget she was
holding. She continued;
"Our team has had
some… bad experiences with wolves in that sort of fighter. I'm
afraid we've all prejudged you. What is your name?"
"Krystal!"
A sharp yell
interrupted the blue vixen, and she and Vincent turned to see Fox
McCloud standing in the entrance to the room. He walked into the
glass cube and placed a gentle hand on Krystal's shoulder and
nodded for her to leave. She reluctantly complied and left the two
alone.
Krystal walked in to
the living quarters of the team's space station and flopped herself
sadly down onto the couch next to Falco
"What's eatin'
you?"
The second his eyes
connected with hers, he couldn't help but roll his own. He knew
exactly what was wrong she was upset because she thought Fox was
going to torture information out of the white wolf. H knew she was
fully aware of their suspicions, and they were justified. It wasn't
likely that his race and fighter's class were just coincidence. He
only half listened as she explained her feelings on the matter.
"I can't believe
that we're so prejudiced against any pilot flying a Wolfen,
especially a wolf for that matter. He doesn't even really look
like…"
Falco regretted
bringing it up.
Vincent was
significantly less worried. He was normally pretty behind on current
events because he traveled so much, but he had heard of Fox McCloud.
He knew that he was known for anything but cruelty. Sure enough, the
vulpine was forward, but fairly gentle in his speech. "Look, I don't have
time for any games. I have three questions for you, and I would
appreciate complete honesty in exchange for our saving your life.
Does that sound fair to you?"
Vincent replied
honestly; "Yes, completely. I have no objections."
"No sense in beating
around the bush, then. Do you have or have you had any connections to
the Star Wolf team?"
"No."
Fox believed him. He
had never been a bad judge of character, and the white wolf had
honest eyes.
"Second; do you have
any relation to Wolf O'Donnell?"
"Yes. He's my
brother."
This was surprising,
due to the sharp differences in their character. However, Fox was
satisfied with the information he had gathered. One more thing
remained to be seen, though. "What is your name?"
The white wolf smiled.
He was glad that the vulpine commander seemed to be taking kindly to
him after all- kindly enough, anyway.
"My name is Vincent
White."
Fox returned the smile
and was about to speak when the room filled with red as the alarm
sounded. A voice crackled in on the intercom.
"Fox, we've got
trouble. Someone led these soldiers right to us. There's one ship
coming towards us- Cornerian, I think- and about thirty ships chasing
it. Crap, no time. Suit up; they're coming in."
Fox looked to the door,
then back to Vincent. He undid the restraints on the table. "Your weapons are on
the table by the door, in case you need to defend…"
Before he knew it,
though, a white streak shot past him towards the docking bay.
In the lowest level of the space station, some thirty ape soldiers dropped to the steel floor. The collective noise of their feet prevented them from noticing another set of boots landing behind a few barrels of jet fuel. They all drew their weapons as they advanced on the crashed Cornerian fighter. One of the first soldiers to reach the craft tore open the hatch on the cockpit and pulled out the pilot; a beautiful white female wolf. The ape drew cuffs from his waist pocket and was just about to clap them on the girl's arms when a laser blast crashed into his spine, breaking it and killing him. All the others turned to see another white wolf- this one a larger male- with a blaster in his hand. The first few that turned found themselves eating bolts of laser. The others reacted quickly and fired a volley of lasers in response. Their enemy again dove behind the jet fuel. The apes aimed their weapons on either side of the pile for fear of igniting the fuel in such close quarters to their ships. A loud crash of metal on metal rang out, and a barrel flew towards the group of soldiers. Vincent White rose into the air with his rifle trained on the projectile canister.
Fox, Falco, Slippy and Krystal ran down the long ramps to the west docking bay, when an enormous explosion rocked the lower level. They looked up to see a plume of fire eject a white furred bundle from the air vent above and to the left of the hatch. Krystal reached it first and pulled back the jacket to see an unconscious Vincent tightly holding a female wolf in his arms.
Lightning crashed from the sky to the depths and nothing could be heard over the crashing and roaring of the violent maelstrom. Deep below the surface of the vile, murky waters, something was rising. A great bubble of a primordial slime rose high enough to be cast back down by the hand of a bolt. The electric trigger started something forming in the sludge, and the mutating orb found it's way to a ship graveyard and the long dead bones of an army of old...
Oh ho ho, what could that be? Well, you might have to wait a few months to find out. Super Smash Bros. Brawl comes out real soon, and I'm probably not gonna have much of a life for a while surrounding it. Sorry. Be back as soon as I can.
