CHAPTER TWO
In Your Face Disgrace
Valentine's Day (a.k.a. February 14th), 2057
Toads' House
"Three seconds on the clock, Toad goes in for a layup." Chase chimed.
Marcus' best friend dribbled the basketball up the driveway toward the hoop above the garage door, imitating the countless basketball stars he was a fan of.
"He shoots!"
He threw the ball. It bounced off the backboard and slipped cleanly through the hoop.
"HE SCORES!"
He threw his arms up so quickly that it nearly knocked his infamous black fedora off his head.
"And the crowd goes wild!" he cheered, quickly mimicking crowd cheering.
"Well done, Michael Jordan." Marcus joked as he caught the ball. "When do you plan on retiring?"
"Never."
"Keep dreamin', buddy."
Chase straightened his hat before answering.
"It might happen! You should always have some sort of fall back, right?"
"'It might happen.' T'cha, and monkeys might fly outta my butt."
"Great. Wayne's World quote. All for the lols."
"Did you just say 'lol'?!"
Marcus took a shot. The ball bounced off the rim and back into his hands.
"Dammit…" he muttered before continuing the conversation. "Anyway, think about it. You're on the Star Fox team, which is probably one of the most well-paying jobs this side of Zoness. Plus you're my best friend and I'm the leader of said team." (Here he slam-dunked the ball and passed it back to Chase). "Getting fired should be the least of your concerns."
"Just a thought."
"Besides, you've got personal problems to deal with."
"Like what?"
"Anna. You and Anna."
"Oh, don't start bringing that up."
"I have to. She's got the hots for you and after three years you still haven't asked her out! Pardon my whining but that is the definition of pathetic."
"What're you talking about?"
Marcus slapped himself in the face before continuing.
"Dude, whenever she brings up anything involving your relationship with her, you get all tongue-tied and start acting like a friggin' zombie! It's ridiculous!"
Chase flushed bright red. He knew Marcus had him by the balls there, but he still built up the nerve to argue.
"Wouldn't you do the same thing if Coyote started flirting with you every time you hung out from now on? You'd get pretty flustered, too!"
"Oh, you mean I'd do this?"
Marcus stretched out his arms, bugged his eyes out and started stuttering.
"Anna, I…gah…urk…I…bleh!"
Chase started steaming.
"Alright, then, bigshot! Next time we hang out with the girls, I'll engage Anna in a proper conversation."
"If by next time you mean in ten seconds, then yes."
"You say what now?!"
Much to Chase's dismay as he turned to where Marcus was glancing, at that moment Anna Grey was walking up the sidewalk along with her cousin Coyote O'Donnell. Two lovely young girls, both age 19 and having a crush on Chase and Marcus respectively. As mentioned previously, however, Marcus had been more successful in terms of making advances with Coyote, partly because she had been smitten with him for quite a while now.
When the girls caught sight of the boys, they smiled and waved before running up the driveway toward them.
"Hey girls." Marcus said.
"Hey, Mark." Anna replied before looking at Chase with her best bedroom face and coyly saying, "Hi, Chase."
Chase tried to speak, but he got flustered yet again and out came the worthless babbling.
"Uhh…hi, Anne…how're…"
"There's a word for that. What was it now…" Coyote joked. "Oh, yeah. Fail."
Chase started steaming again, this time biting his lip so hard that it started to turn white.
"So what're you boys up to?" Anna asked.
"Nothin' much. Just playing basketball, talking about a few things."
Chase shot Marcus a look of pure venom. Marcus chuckled under his breath and looked away.
"Not that they involved either of you."
Anna devilishly grinned at Chase.
"How about a little game of two-on-two, then? If you boys think you're man enough to do it, that is." she said with a sly wink
Chase started stuttering again.
"Uhh…sounds awesome, except…I…"
Fortunately, a defense mechanism kicked in…sort of. It put him in some pain in a particular place.
"…think I'm gettin' the runs! BATHROOM!"
He dashed back to the house and slammed the door after him. Anna rolled her eyes.
"I'll go with him. I think he and I could use a bit of a good talking-to." she said before she proceeded toward the house.
Once Anna left, Marcus and Coyote glanced at each other.
"Well, THAT was awkward." Coyote chuckled.
"Tell me about it." Marcus smirked.
They two shared a loving embrace with huge grins on their faces.
"Happy Valentine's Day." Marcus quickly said.
"Thanks, Marky."
"You're still callin' me that, eh? By the way, when did you get a haircut?"
"Three days ago. Thought I'd harden up a little bit…you know, 'cause I ain't gettin' any softer."
She really had spiced herself up a little bit. She had extended her eyes with a cat-eye effect on her eyeshadow, and in her right ear she had a skull and crossbones earring. Then there was what Marcus has brought up: her hair. The last time he had seen her, she had a spiky ponytail with a strike of colour going through it. Now it was all white with faint flecks of silver (its natural hue) and had been cut down to a bobcut, not unlike Krystal's.
"But, yeah, those two do look really cute together." Coyote commented. "It'll be a real shame if they never hook up at some point in their lives."
"Hell yeah. If I could talk to Chase right now, I'd tell him to get a move on before you-know-who tries his own moves out on Anna."
"Who-know-who…what, you mean Pete? The dude's 24. You don't think he'd stoop THAT low, do you?"
"I'd consider the possibility. Remember, my dad's seven years older than my mom."
"Yeah, but your mom and dad look great together. Pete and Anne wouldn't."
Marcus smirked. She was right…she was ALWAYS right. And he wasn't just admitting that to be nice. He actually did think she was a lot smarter than him. Most people did, and if you didn't like it, Coyote would tear your head off…just kidding! But seriously.
"Really does seem like Anne's the dominant one in the relationship, though, judging by the way Chase gets around her." Coyote said
Marcus stifled a laugh. Coyote shot him a glance.
"What's so funny?"
"Come on, really? Anna dominating Chase? That's like saying your brother's favourite band is Children of Bodom!"
"It might happen!"
"T'cha! And monkeys might…I already said that. What I mean is that from what I've learned in Science class…"
"You only went to school until you were ten!"
"True, but from what I learned, boys are genetically superior to girls."
Coyote gasped out of disgust and frowned.
"Are you calling me weak?!"
"I didn't say that…but yes."
Coyote growled through her clenched teeth, making sure her fangs could be seen.
"You may be a good pilot…okay, a freakin' AWESOME pilot, but that doesn't mean you're tougher than me!"
"It doesn't? Then prove it!"
An idea popped into the young wolf's head and she grinned evilly before cracking her knuckles.
"Alright, then. I will. I know exactly how to handle this."
"Go ahead. Make my day."
She leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
"You and I are gonna fight."
"We've done that before and I've beaten you twice."
"Not a dogfight. An actual fight on the ground with nothing but our bare hands."
Then of course Marcus got cold feet. He was shocked that someone was challenging him to a fight, and he was more shocked and slightly embarrassed that it had been Coyote, his girlfriend of nearly three years. He didn't have any problem with hitting a girl if he had to, but this was his girlfriend! Like he had thought before, she didn't have her father's claws, but she could still get pretty dangerous when she wanted to.
Finally, he furrowed his brow and boldly stated: "No way, no how! I'm not gonna hit you!"
"I didn't say you'd have to hit me. We'll just have us a little wrestling match."
"Pff! Forget it! I don't need to fight you to prove I'm stronger, anyway."
"Fine. You're right."
"That's right and…wait…what?"
Coyote turned her back to him with a shrug.
"You're right. Wrestling is for pussies."
Marcus smirked.
"Reverse psychology, eh?" he thought.
He made sure she still had her back turned, then rushed forward and prepared to body slam her. However, right as he charged, she performed a nimble backflip over him that made him think "ninja" in a second.
Then again, this was the girl that could suddenly appear right behind him and disappear with one quick jump.
"As planned." she mocked, sinking into a fighting stance with one arm forward. Marcus smirked and did the same.
"Basic wrestling rules?" he asked.
"Since it's Valentine's Day, let's add a cute little twist. Whoever gets the other person to the ground AND kisses them on the lips first is the winner."
"Let's get started before I get bored and leave, alright?"
They crouched down and prepared to lunge.
"Ding-ding!" yelled Coyote.
The two lunged at each other…and collided in such a force that it sent them skittering a few feet away from each other. They shook the stars out of their eyes and looked at each other dizzily.
"Well, wasn't THAT a great way to kick things off…" Coyote muttered sarcastically.
"You're tellin' me."
They jumped back to their feet and went at it again. This time, Marcus ducked through Coyote's legs and grabbed her from behind. She retaliated by bending forward and sending him flipping to the ground, but bot before he grabbed her ankles and brought her down with him.
"Thought you might like to join me. There IS quite a lovely view down here."
"Did you just say 'lovely'?"
They jumped to their feet again. Marcus made a grab at Coyote's. She parried his hands before grabbing his own shoulders, front flipped over him and kicked him square in the back. He attempted to roll away, but couldn't escape as she flipped yet again and landed on all fours right in front of him, scaring him slightly as she looked like a feral beast…not that she wasn't one already. Taking advantage of his moderate fright, she pounced on him and tried to force him up to her lips. Thankfully Marcus was still able to use his right foot to catapult her away from him, but as soon as he hopped to his feet, Coyote got violent.
"Just call me Chuck freakin' Norris!" she yelled before attempting a roundhouse kick to his head.
"In which case I am Staff Man!" Marcus cockily replied, whipping out his staff and blocking it.
"You're gonna use THAT on ME?"
"Perhaps. You never know what a cornered beast might do."
"Oh, sure. Way to rip dialogue off of Peppy."
"When did he say that?!"
"In Assault! That Gamecube game that got real mixed opinions!"
"We weren't in Assault! We weren't even fertilized eggs then! Hell, the only canon appearance I have in the series is in one of Command's endings! You're a fan character!"
Coyote stopped and felt at her temples.
"Sorry. Breaking the fourth wall really takes a lot out of me."
As you can see, the comedy was retained from the last story, but that doesn't mean it's going for the comedic route of the…
"Hey! Narrator guy!" Marcus yelled at…me? "Can we get back to the fight here?"
Alright, alright. Sheesh!
The two sidestepped around each other for a few moments before Marcus suddenly threw his staff at Coyote, who effortlessly ducked under it.
"Okay, seriously what was that?"
"A heads-up for your attention span."
"A heads-up for my…son of a bitch."
Acting like a boomerang, the staff came twirling back at her, hitting her square in the back and knocking her to the ground.
"Um…ow?"
Coyote got back up and rolled her eyes when she saw Marcus bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet with a cocky grin on his face.
"What's wrong? You givin' up already?" he mocked.
"Get that shit-eating grin of your face, hotshot! You know I ain't finished!" Coyote said fiercely before bounding at him with her fist raised.
Her fists came at him at a speed beyond a normal person's recognition, but being that Marcus was far from normal, he was quick to block all of them, sidestep around, and grab her from behind. Then sadly, she did it. The one thing that could have made the fight personal: she brought her heel right up into his pelvis, forcing his eyes to bug out, his chest to start heaving for breath, and his legs to crumple. Coyote bent over him with her hands on her hips in a ha-ha-I-Charlie-horsed-you kind of way.
"Did I overdo it? A little bit?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not available at the moment. Please leave a message after the WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!"
"Aww. I'm sorry. Here, let me make it all better."
She got on her knees gently pulled his head up onto her lap, leaning closer in for a kiss. Marcus managed to come to his senses at the last second, and very hesitantly head-butted her, getting to his feet as soon as she fell backward.
"Not bad, am I?" he chuckled.
Coyote smirked as she rubbed her smarting forehead as she stood up.
"Not bad at all, but there's a difference between not bad and good."
Before Marcus had any time to react, she dove at him, tackling him to the ground with Coyote again trying to force his head up. He quickly got a hold of her shoulders and pushed as hard as he could while she struggled to get her face down to his. After what seemed like two minutes of struggling, Marcus finally gained the upper hand and flipped Coyote onto her back, pinning her arms down with his hand and placing his knees on her thighs to ensure she couldn't get away.
They panted heavily for a brief moment before a smile stretched across both their faces.
"Sorry, kid. Maybe next time." Marcus replied before finishing the job with a kiss.
After a few moments, he drew back, got off of Coyote and helped her to her feet, keeping his arms around her shoulders.
"Do I ever win against you?" she sighed in a satisfied tone.
"Nope, but you haven't been pushed to your limit yet."
"I guess…do you think we'll always be like this…just trying to be better than the other even though we love each other so much?"
"Dunno. Maybe."
"Maybe? What do you mean maybe?"
"Err…I mean…dammit…"
Coyote giggled.
"You're so easy to trip sometimes that it's just downright hilarious."
"I guess that's just me."
"It's alright. I don't need telepathy to know what you meant."
They pulled together in a warm embrace. Just standing there and holding each other made them feel like they were separate from the rest of the world, thinking of it as a perfect moment that couldn't be spoiled by anything.
Unfortunately, they were wrong, because right at that moment, a small boy stepped up to them.
"Aw, gross! You're gonna get cooties, Mark!" he joked.
Coyote yelped out of surprise when she recognized the voice, and when she turned around, she spotted the familiar face a small wolf with the same fur color as her wearing a black sweater and a pair of jeans.
"Damn it, Scott! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"I'm telling Mom you swore again!"
"Well, I'm telling Dad you stowed away again!"
Scott O'Donnell was Coyote's 3-year old brother, and like most Lylatian children his age, he had born with an odd growth hormone that caused him to think and act older than he really was, essentially meaning he was a 10-year old trapped in a 3-year old body. By "stowed away", she meant that he had hidden in the cargo hold of her ship and followed her once she had landed on Corneria.
Coyote groaned out of disgust.
"What are you doing here, anyhow?"
"I wanted to hang out with you today."
Scott turned his attention to Marcus with a big smile.
"Hi, Mark!" he said happily dashing up to him.
"Hey, buddy!" Marcus replied, placing a hand on Scott's head. "Sheesh, you're gettin' tall, man!"
"Thanks! I guess being huge just runs in the family if you know what I mean."
"I. Will. Hit. You. Over. The. Head. Scott." Coyote seethed with a clenched fist when she saw what he was smirking at.
Marcus turned to the house and got a confused look on his face.
"Those guys have been in there for a pretty long time…you don't think they're…y'know."
"You kidding? Anne doesn't needs gonorrhoea to make Chase sick."
Meanwhile…
"Whew!" Chase breathed as he flushed the toilet. "That one stank up a barnstorm!"
Chase splashed some water on his face and flipped his fedora back on afterwards.
"Since when has Anna been enough to nearly make me lose control over my bowels?" he asked himself. "Maybe girls really do have an infectious disease."
As soon as he opened the door, who chance to be there but…
"Anne! Uhh…why did you follow me inside?"
"Did you really get the runs or were you just trying to get away from me?"
"Uhhh…."
"Damn it, Chase, I heard what you said in there! Don't play dumb with me!"
The moment Chase bit his lip, Anna sighed and sat down in the chair behind her.
"Do you think I'm unattractive?"
Chase finally snapped out of his dazed and stupid state...but still dizzily and stupidly asked "Huh?"
"Do you hate me?"
"What makes you say that?"
"I've been trying to make a good impression on you for ages now and I don't think it's not working."
He was very tempted to cynically go "No shit", but he could see how out of it she was, and thus kept his mouth shut and let her go on.
"I can't even begin to describe exactly how I feel, but I've got no way to express it other than to tell you" Anna sighed, looking down at her feet in a way that almost seemed like shame. "…I really…really like you."
Chase was slightly unnerved. He had been aware that Anna had a crush on him, especially considering that Marcus was always pestering him about it, but actually hearing it straight from the bunny's mouth was a new thing for him.
He took a deep breath and sat down next to her, putting a comforting arm around her shoulder. She flinched at his touch and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Anne, it's okay." Chase said. "It's perfectly normal."
"This isn't some stupid school girl crush were talking about, or that fake teen shit where it's just to get something you have that I want. I'm talking about Adam and Eve! Romeo and Juliet! Bond and every girl that bites the dust in his movies, for Christ's sake!"
"…well, when you put it that way it's a little awkward, but I'm cool with…no, hold up. If I said that, then…"
"What?"
"…if I said that, I'd be lying."
"So you're NOT cool with it?"
"Now hang on, I didn't say that."
"So you ARE cool with it?!"
"I didn't say that, either!"
"Then make up your fuckin' mind, man!"
"Alright, fine! I like you, too! I just can't keep my act together long enough to say it, and you were right! My big ego is no help at all! Are you happy now?!"
Anna smiled slightly and blushed.
"What was that?"
"Uhh…are you happy now?"
"Before that."
"My big ego is no help?"
"Back up just a little more."
"Yeah, ha ha. Real funny."
Anna looked at the arm around her shoulders. Did Chase really have the same feelings for her that she had for him, or was he just trying to make her feel better?
"He's a sweetie either way." she thought.
"But although I'm uncomfortable with the thought of being in a relationship," Chase continued. "I'll try my best to make it worth your while."
"I'm sorry."
"For what? You didn't do anything."
"I came on a bit too strong. Should I let off the flirting a little?"
"THAT would be a big help."
"Gotcha."
Suddenly, Chase had a strange urge kick in. The more he gazed t Anna's sweet brown eyes, the more infatuated he became.
"Say…you wanna redo?" he asked.
"Of what?"
"Christmas three years ago. I felt it was kind of…lacking."
Anna's smile slowly came back bigger than before.
"Sure…but only if you really want to."
"I do…just pray I don't puke all over you."
"Promise you won't pass out like you did last time?"
Chase smirked and held up his one hand.
"Scout's honour."
Anna took his hands as soon as Chase took of his hat and set it aside. They leaned forward and the next thing Chase knew, his lips were pressed against hers. His forehead became positively drenched with sweat, and his heart started pounding like a hammer in his chest, almost feeling like it was going to pop out of it at any moment…which would be both disgusting and hazardous for him. But he didn't stop. Anna's touch was like a spell on him; he felt like she had suddenly seduced him into kissing her instead of him asking her to do it. Regardless, it felt good…almost a little too good if you know what I mean. (BONERIFIC!)
Once Chase was finally done letting Anna slobber all over him (…sorry), he pulled back and let go of her to take in a few well-needed gulps of breath.
"You okay?"
"Okay?! That was…awesome!"
Anna smirked and put her hands on her hips.
"There ya go! Was that so hard?"
"And look at the lovebirds sing!" said a drawling high-pitched voice from the living room behind them.
Much to Chase's chagrin, it was his younger brother Tyler.
"Were you listening to us this whole time?!" the older Toad sputtered.
"Kinda hard not to when your screams of pleasure fill the entire house. I can go get Mom and Dad's old book on Kama Sutra if you want."
"Sick, dude!"
Anna's face adopted an extremely confused look.
"'The hell is Kama Sutra?"
Chase cleared his throat and whispered it into her ear, and right away she went from confused to horrified.
"SICK, DUDE!" she shrieked.
"Man, Coyote and Mark must be dying of boredom out there." Chase said as he and Anna headed for the door with the jeering Tyler still following them.
When he opened the door, however, it was pure pandemonium. Marcus and Coyote were chasing Scott up and down the yard, who quickly jumped onto a tree trunk and scrambled up into the branches before they even came close to reaching him.
"And thus the situation speaks for itself." Chase sighed.
Anna stepped under the tree and smiled up at Scott.
"What, you make your sister and her boyfriend run around after you and you don't have the courtesy to say hi to your cousin?" she joked.
Scott hung down from the branch with his legs right in front of Anna's face.
"Hi, Anne. Just, y'know, hangin' out." he replied with a smile before dropping down and hugging his cousin.
Chase picked up the basketball and twirled it on his finger.
"Now that my colon's emptied out, how about that game of two-on-two?" he asked.
"How about three-on-three?" Tyler added. "Me, you , and Anne versus Mark, Coyote, and Scott."
Right when Marcus was going to answer, the pager attached to his belt went off. He pulled it off and flicked the switch, making it levitate in front of him. Coming up from it was a holographic image of the Star Fox team's foreign expert, the Sharpclaw Damalgo.
"Hey, Al." Marcus said. "What's the problem?"
"We're getting an incoming distress call." Damalgo responded. "We're gonna need Anne to come down to the Great Fox and check it out…and you all know what that usually leads to."
"Do I ever. Mark out."
He turned off the pager, clipped it back onto his belt, and turned to his fellow teammates with a smirk.
"Mission time."
"Cool! Can we go?" asked Scott.
"Are you on crack or something?!" Coyote sputtered. "This isn't like a ride at an amusement park! This is literally flying through Outer Space after a terrorist of some sort and blasting his sorry butt into oblivion, or at the very least arresting him!"
"I fail to see your point." Tyler replied cynically.
"That's not the only thing you fail at." Chase childishly shot back.
"Relax, guys." Marcus said. "They'll be fine."
"Wha…you're not actually considering letting them come with us, are you?!" Anna near shouted. "I mean, this is our job. Y'know, the one full of action? Fighting? Death?!"
"Hey, I'm the leader, so what I say goes. Besides, it could be a real learning experience for both of them."
Coyote groaned out of disgust, under the realization that there really was no arguing with him. She couldn't tell if he was either really trying to be nice to the kids or was being incredibly stupid.
"Alright, fine." she finally said. "But if you make this more annoying than it has to be, I'm taking you straight home, ya got it?"
Tyler smirked and mocked a two-fingered salute.
"Aye-aye, 'captain'."
10 minutes later…
The six ran inside the Grand Cornerian Airway and stood under the massive Great Fox Mark III, but not before Scott got his chance to marvel at its size for the first time.
"Geez, the thing must be a mile long!" he said, listening to his voice echo throughout the large room.
"He's three. Part of being young is being naïve." Coyote said when Marcus smirked at the young O'Donnell.
Marcus spoke into the communicator on his wrist to the ship's automated pilot, R.O.B. 128.
"ROB, beam us up."
"Fuck you, asshole!"
"…uhhh, what?"
"Affirmative."
They were beamed inside, all with confused looks.
"The glitches are getting worse, Chase." Marcus stated. "I mean, first he was refusing commands. Then he was firing at thin air, and now he's quoting The Terminator! What's wrong with him?!"
"I guess that technology I used wasn't exactly up-to-date." Chase sighed. "Just don't turn it into a complaint that anyone who uses something that isn't completely advanced and gimmick-free is a Nintendrone, 'cause honestly, no one ever wants to hear that word again."
The team stepped to the bridge of the ship where Peter, Damalgo, and ROB were waiting for them.
"Err…what's with the kids, mates?" Peter asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't bother." Coyote remarked. "It's too worthless to explain."
"The portal will open in 3…2…" ROB blared before Chase smacked him over the head. "BZZT roger, roger!"
"May as well screw the whole head off and leave the piloting to me." Damalgo said with crossed arms. "He ain't gonna be useful for quite a while."
"I think we can put our differences behind us…for science…you monster."
"Anyway," Marcus carried on, trying with some difficulty to ignore ROB quoting a computer that was equally unstable as him. "What seems to be the problem?"
"We managed to intercept a radio transmission coming from quite a distance away." Damalgo stated. "From what we could pick up, it seems to be the Cornerian Army on the other end, more specifically the Retriever unit. We managed to record some of it, but the signal's kind of…I don't wanna cuss in front of the kids so we'll just say it's not the best."
He flipped on the recording, and right away they could hear loud and muffled voices.
"Red Two and Five, flank the right!" someone shouted. "We can't let a single one get through!"
"Sweet Jesus in the Great Beyond, what are these things?!" another voice said in a panicked.
"Red Two, look out! There's one behind you!"
"Dammit! I'm hit!"
"Oh my God, what hell is…"
The recording cut off there.
"Well, that didn't sound too pleasant." Marcus said. "Any idea where I came from?"
Peter shrugged.
"Don't look at me, mac. It ain't my job."
Anna rolled her eyes, walked over to the recorder and fiddled with a few switches before the coordinates appeared on the screen.
"Sector Y Combat Zone, southeast border."
"Places, everybody!" Marcus ordered. "Set a course for that location, ROB."
"You are terminated!"
"…on second thought, we'll let Al take this one."
The team jumped into their respective seats, while ROB stood being completely useless and malfunctioning his circuits out and Damalgo took up the navigation system. The two empty chairs were occupied by Scott and Tyler respectively.
Marcus looked at where the boys sat with a slightly saddened look. Not a few months ago, that had been were Falco and Katt would have been sitting. Marcus knew why the two weren't there, and it was a very good reason, but he still kind of missed their wise-cracking antics and the overall sense of fun they brought to the battlefield.
Nevertheless, Marcus shook out the melancholy thoughts and focused on the task at hand as the Great Fox slowly began rising up out of the airway and pointing toward the sky.
"Fasten your seatbelts, folks!" Damalgo said. "Lightspeed's goin' up in three…two…one!"
The mothership shot up into the atmosphere and a near incomprehensible speed and punched a hole in hyperspace, vanishing inside before anybody could see what had happened.
Sweet Jesus did this take longer than was necessary. I apologize for taking like three weeks to update the story and all I have is one chapter that dones't take itself seriously. But then again, considering I start school again in two days, I can't really blame everything on me.
Also, props to the guy who said that SFNG was 20th Century Fox material. I really appreciate whenever people react positively to anything I've written, let alone fanfiction. Anyway, I'll try my hardest to get some more work done on the story but don't expect anything from me too soon. From what I'm thinking, senior year is gonna be a bigger bitch than I'm making Kursed out to be!