To What Everybody Thinks,
If your a flamer who comes to screw with a 13 year old who's trying to improve his writing JUST because his OC does good in his first fight then go ahead.
The thing is, I will NOT allow this in MY story. I simply wrote a piece, I'm sorry that you had to read my writing, I'm sorry you didn't like it, that doesn't mean you flame it.
I modeled the OC after myself so some of his skills come from there. It also helps that he wasn't a primary target for a majority of the fight. He managed to shoot down the anthro that was targeting him.
The only reason Panther did not target Nathan was because he was new, he thought he was of no threat.
To wiiboychris,
Thanks for taking your time to read my story in this section. I understand that I may be rushing my OC but once again I like getting a head start then slowing it.
To MiraiMieux,
Thank you for reviewing, I'm glad you enjoy the story.
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Lylat, Great Fox
April 6th
2300
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Nathan's POV
Me and Fox both docked our arwings to find a bunch of waiting arms. "You did it Fox," "Good job Nathan," "That was great," were among the cries we heard.
A question had been in my mind for a bit. "Who were they?"
"They... they were Star Wolf, they're another group of mercenaries that worked for Andross."
I pondered for a moment then came with another question, "They're names?"
"The wolf was Wolf, panther was Panther, chameleon was Leon, pig was Pigma... although I'm not sure on the last two. They're new to me.
Instantly Krystal had to take everyone to the Medical Bay for checkups, including herself.
We all ended up lying on a bed while Krystal made sure each of us were stable.
First she checked Fox. She determined he had to have his head wound cleaned and closed with stitches. She also cleaned his fur that was matted with blood. Nothing more was wrong with him.
Next she checked Falco. Nothing was actually harmed with him.
Slippy came next. He had shattered his left kneecap so he was forced into a cast, much to his disdain.
Peppy followed Slippy. Peppy, like Falco, had nothing wrong with him.
Next came me. I had a large gash above my eye, which in all honesty I don't remember getting. That was cleaned and I had to get stitches.
Next up I had sprained my left wrist and broke the knuckles of the three central fingers on my left hand. I had to get a splint and had bandages wrapped around my fingers to hold them in place.
She finally cleaned her wounds. She just had a small cut on her forehead.
"I look like a war hero," I complained as I looked at all the things I had on me.
"Looks like someone never got used to the engine stalling," Fox said with a sigh.
A huge wave of pain washed over me randomly. My mouth formed the words 'oh' and 'crap'. I toppled sideways. I didn't even make it to the ground before darkness overtook my vision.
10 hours later
The darkness vanished as my eyes opened involuntarily. I had a massive headache and my whole left side hurt incredibly.
I tried to get out of bed but my body wouldn't move. The only thing that came out when I tried to talk out was, "Ungh."
I hated hospitals with a passion, the thought of being put somewhere where you were vulnerable disgusted me. This room felt like a hospital room to me in every way.
I finally concluded that some form of pain killer was used on me to dull the pain... didn't work too well though.
I fumbled my fingers in my belt until I found the holster for my blaster. I took it and aimed at the side of my foot.
I fired off and a wave of pain hit me and my senses flared. "Yowch!" It hurt immensely but I could move around properly again.
My first action was ripping the tube supplying the pain killers off of me. I got up. I instantly stumbled to the right as the aftermath of shooting myself took place.
I stumbled over to the medical cabinets and took some gauze and something to clean the wound out. I dumped some of the pale liquid on my wound and felt an immense burning sensation.
I quickly placed the gauze over it. I scanned the shelves for medical tape and I put the tape over it.
I could see the shoddy job of bandaging myself on my foot. I stopped the bleeding, not much due to the heat of the blaster closing my wound, and cleaned the wound to avoid infection.
I stumbled to the door and quickly turned the knob and walked out. I pressed a few buttons on my gauntlet to get a hold of Fox.
"Hey Fox." I gritted my teeth to try and hold in any pain that could prevent my from talking.
"Nathan? I thought you were still in the Medical Bay." He sounded, if anything, concerned. Who wouldn't be when they saw someone take a dive like that?
"I hate hospitals with a passion so I left as soon as I woke up."
"Not exactly, you were on and off the whole 10 hours. You'd wake up, try to talk, ended up slurring your words, and gave in to sleep."
"This time I knew how to stop the pain. I might need some new shoes though," I said as I looked at the burnt cloth the hung around my foot.
"Huh?" he said.
"Take a guess."
"Tell me." His tone was losing its cool by now.
"I kinda shot my foot to override the grogginess the painkillers gave me."
"You what!?"
"I cleaned and covered the wound, it'll heal fast, I only shot the side of it."
"We can't leave you alone in a room can we?" He must've remembered when I broke out of the Medical Bay the day I came here and took the weapons.
"I don't think you can." I laughed a bit. I noticed I had finally reached the kitchen and I walked in. "What time is it?"
"We'll have lunch in about an hour, it's 11:30. I hope you realize that your gauntlet serves as a watch too."
I groaned as I realized there was a little blinking 11:30 spinning around the gauntlet like a planet around the sun.
"Would you mind if I cleared out the fridge? I could eat a horse and her children right about now." My stomach growled loudly to give emphasis on this fact.
"Just grab some fruit or something, we're gonna eat soon anyways."
I groaned loudly as I closed the link as I grabbed a couple of apples from the bowl in the center of the dining table.
I walked over to the sink and rinsed them under some cold water and ate them. I threw the cores into the garbage.
I slowly decided to head to the rec room. I still had like 45 minutes left. I walked over there, still stumbling a bit.
I arrived at the room to find Falco was dominating the T.V. I decided it was safe to say I had no chance in taking it back so I gave in and sat down next to him.
Falco must've decided shows including chases were amusing. He had been watching T.V. shows involving them for who knows how long.
I waved a hand in front of his eyes: it didn't phase him. I sighed loudly. I pulled back my hand slowly then rammed it into his head. I made sure the heel of my hand connected.
His pupils sank into his eyes as his focus returned. "Huh... what? Oh, hey Nathan," he said noticing me.
"Sheesh Falco you think you'd notice someone limp into the room and block your eyes."
He blushed in embarrassment and I sighed. I let my eyes wander. Eventually I saw my gauze was starting to be bled through.
"I'm gonna go change the gauze if you don't mind."
I walked off to do so, still limping. I arrived at the Medical Bay sooner than I thought I would. I must be remembering the way there now.
I walked in and took a chair to next to the cabinet and sat on it. I quickly opened the cabinet doors and took out all three of the things I had used earlier.
I tore off the gauze, tape and all, and got rid of it. I poured some more of the liquid over the wound. It didn't burn as much this time.
This time I removed my shoes, no point wearing them now. I took a piece of gauze and put it over the wound. I used tape but this time I wrapped the tape around the whole of my foot.
I got up off of the chair slowly. I walked out of the door of the medical bay. I had taken my time in reapplying the bandages so it looked normal.
It was just about lunch time now. My watch/gauntlet/communicator thingy read that it was 12:15.
I dragged myself to the kitchen to try and stall time so it'd be 12:30 when I made it.
I was a bit off and I was a few minutes early, no harm to it. Everyone was there already except for Krystal. I assumed she was the one preparing the food.
"Hey guys," I said before I took a seat in a vacant chair.
Slippy glanced over in my direction, "Hey Nathan. Any chance you'd like to help me with something?"
I absentmindedly nodded as I noticed Krystal was walking in with the food. As soon as other people began eating I started shoveling food into my mouth.
"Painkillers make me hungry," I complained as I noticed Falco was watching me.
Within 30 seconds I had cleaned the whole plate of food. I felt content and I slowly drank a glass of water that was sitting in front of me.
"Here's a hint, unless you want to buy me a fridge and stock it full, keep painkillers far far away from me." My mouth filled with the flavor of meat as I burped a bit.
Falco's eyes had widened somewhere between point A and point B. "Remind me to not get in between you and a fridge after you've been in the Medical Bay."
He shuddered as he pushed a fork full of food into his mouth. The painkillers must've been wearing off completely because a huge wave of pain washed over me.
I gritted my teeth and my eyes watered slightly from the sheer mass that of pain that I felt. "If you want to find me I'll be murdering my ability to stay awake in the gym."
I began to walk towards the door. Another wave of pain caused me to fall to my side. My arms instinctively shot out and I caught the door frame. A huge wave of pain hit me as my knuckles made contact with the frame.
I heard a chair push out and saw Krystal was next to me, most likely ready to stop my fall. "I'm going to be fine, really." I was masking my pain the best I could but I couldn't stop the change of the tone in my voice.
I heard something whistling through the air all of a sudden. My mind flared as the word crap shot around in my head. I instantly threw myself sideways, barely avoiding the staff Krystal was trying to knock me out with.
"Are you trying to kill me? I have a head wound and if you hit me I might not wake up for a month or two."
I swung the better of my two legs out and kicked the staff out of her hands. I hurried out of the room towards the gym using the wall as support for my bad foot. Pain echoed in my foot from kicking something that hard without shoes. I didn't exactly care at this point.
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I wrote this with a headache after having some soda so it may sound just a tiny bit weird. And if I get flamed for my character being as crazy/intuitive as I usually am then so be it.