Smoke blew through the mild air, curling above the oddly-shaped trees. The leaves created an almost rectangular look from above, bearing yellow fruits. The source of the smoke came from a small aircraft, it's nose buried into the soft soil. There was a hole in the roof of the ship, leading to the underbelly. The laser had missed the pilot's head by barely an inch.
The pilot himself had been bracing himself for the crash, and was staying in the ship until he regained enough strength to move. Upon landing, the windshield had broken, and shards of glass stuck to the pilot's fur. The pain had settled to a minor throbbing, and the fox decided he had to get out in order to survive.
As he moved from the cockpit, a pain seared through his left arm. He noticed a huge glass piece wedging out from it. The vulpine gripped the shard, closed his eyes, and pulled. The pain opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He couldn't risk anyone finding him before they saw smoke.
He limped to the back of the ship, where an emergency kit barely lay intact. He opened it and used a gauze to wrap up his arm. He also used a cloth to soak up the blood as best he could. Exhausted, he slid to the ground, leaning against the Arwing.
What had happened left him speechless. He barely fathomed the thought in his mind. Just like that, his mission was gone. His team, his duty...gone. And who had robbed it from him? Starwolf. The thought burned within him, the fire sweeping into his eyes. He couldn't see straight, what was the point? He could just stay here until he died...
Fox closed his eyes a moment, then reopened them. Suicide was out of the question; he was above that. He needed to survive, so maybe he could just gain his strength back, then...
Out of nowhere, a quick flash of something fell through the sky, landing what looked like 200 feet away from Fox. Soon, a similar black smoke cloud formed. He heard a voice, a sound like metal getting crushed, and several strange-looking birds flying away, seeming to have been disturbed by something. Fox struggled to his feet, took several deep breaths, and slowly advanced towards the smoke.
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Below, the ground came up close. The dirt rolled beneath his shoes as he landed slowly. His parachute had barely helped him at all; if anything, it helped him avoid the deathtrap that used to be his ship.
Ejecting at the final moment had proven to be smarter than waiting around and plunging into the dirt.He probably would have died had he stayed in.
But that didn't mean he was alright. Wolf tore the parachute off his back in anger. His whole plan had fallen to pieces! His crew was gone, and his one biggest accomplishment has been executed, only to end with him freefalling out of space! Pissed, he kicked the side of ship so roughly, the side split.
"DAMN!" He yelled, causing some dumb-looking pigeons to fly off. Good riddence, he thought. Now, where the hell am I? Am I ever gonna get back to my crew? I'm gonna be alone forever... The one thought that brought him anything close to comfort was that his nemesis, Fox McCloud, had perished at his hands.
Or so he thought...
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I know, I know...I have no life...actually, I do, but this is so much fun!