As Fox's vision cleared, he was overcome with a splitting headache. One hand instinctively grasping the flight joystick, his other clasped around his forehead as he averted his gaze from the space surrounding his ship. "Ohhh, my head..." he groaned.
Fox stayed like this for almost a full minute. Nothing came to interrupt him, so there he sat, trying to shake off the horrible ache. When he was finally starting to feel better, he glanced out the windows to have a look at his surroundings, but he couldn't make heads or tails of what he was seeing. Everything outside of the ship was a blur, not helped by the last residual shreds of his headache that clung to the inside of his skull. He decided to close his eyes for a moment longer, give the headache time to subside completely. When he finally felt he had recovered, he looked out the windows again. To his dismay, things hadn't gotten much clearer.
Outside the ship, Fox couldn't see much besides a warped, lurching image of unknown space, with only a few constant specks off in the distance that he could focus on. Stars, planets, and other celestial bodies of odd colors twisted and deformed throughout his field of view. He couldn't believe his eyes; was he dreaming? Fox pinched himself on the shoulder - no, this wasn't a dream. Fox looked down at his monitor and switched on the radar. The screen showed his ship at one end of a giant pill shape of open space with few other objects within, and nothing but static beyond it.
In the midst of considering what this meant, Fox noticed some of the few specks that weren't constantly twisting and distorting like everything else he saw were getting closer. He set the scanner on them, but didn't get much; just a couple of masses of some unknown material. As they got closer, they began to take shape. However, this didn't help much for identifying them; now they just looked like a couple of squares approaching from a high angle. As he got a better look at them, he noticed they actually looked pretty thin, paper-thin in fact. Fox watched as two gray sheets floated closer to his fighter, moving like wind-blown paper, and then to his surprise began to fold themselves up into the shape of paper airplanes. Paper airplanes which dove straight for his arwing.
This caught Fox off his guard. The pair of airplanes crashed into his ship, the impact knocking it away slightly. Whatever these things were, they were heavy; they taxed the arwing's shields to a degree comparable to laser fire. As soon as Fox had the arwing back under control, he pulled up into a loop maneuver, placing the paper planes directly in his crosshairs. He fired, and with one shot each the planes shattered to fragments. The threat eliminated, Fox steadied his arwing and took a moment to collect his thoughts. By now he was utterly confused; between the flash of light, the lurching scenery and whatever it was that had just attacked him, he just felt completely lost. This was like something out of a fever dream, but it was all right there, perfectly real. Real enough to damage his fighter, anyhow.
As that last thought passed through his head, Fox noticed that more of the strange squares were getting closer. Alright, thought Fox, I'll just have to fight off these things and see if there's an end to this place. As two more of the sheets folded themselves into airplanes, Fox readied his weapons; with any luck, he'd find a way out of here eventually.
