"Thanks to Stitch-Darkfold for SFRG's first review! I'd like to know what the rest of you think, so please review (even anonymously) if you have the time.

"I'll be the first to admit that this chapter isn't that exciting, so I'll post Chapter 8 at the same time. Until you get to that one, please enjoy my awkward reference to the 16-bit Arwing design.

"Also, to read these stories in their original format (I love , but I don't like what it does to my spacing), you can go over to 's fanfiction page. There are plenty of great writers over there!"

- B McC


Star Fox : Re-Genesis

Chapter 7 – Sayonara Sekai

"Yer kidding me."

"Afraid not. This is it."

"These are relics! Artifacts!"

"Well they fly. And their G-Diffusers work… most of the time."

Falco was back on the surface and staring at three of the oldest ships he had ever seen. Two of them were original Katina Air-Force fighters, the model that revolutionized space combat by introducing the G-Diffuser… fifty years ago. The third was a massive Cornerian "Flying Tank", an at least thirty year-old fighter whose infamously complicated controls meant it required two pilots.

"These things couldn't win a fight against a mail-ship!" Falco shouted.

"Look, did you expect me to keep the Wolfen?" demanded Wolf, quite annoyed that the bird wouldn't stop shouting into his ears. "If you want, I could also hand out signed copies of my 'Wanted' poster to everyone I meet. And it's not like yours are much better." Wolf pointed to where a pair of rather blocky-looking ships sat twenty meters away.

"Those are completely different," defended Falco. "Yeah, we had to sell off our newer models, but those are two of the original Arwings. They're not old: they're classics."

"Oh, yeah. Triangles sure are classic, no arguing against that."

Falco opened his beak to protest, but was interrupted when Fox walked towards him.

"ROB just finished running diagnostics. The Great Fox has seen better days, but it can make the trip in time. It'll be coming to the surface any minute now. We're lucky that Dad left us enough fuel…"

"So we'll be leaving soon?"

"HOLY CR-!" Falco nearly fell over in surprise. The air behind him laughed darkly, then slowly took the form of Leon, who was obviously very pleased with himself.

"Stealth camouflage," he explained when Falco tried to glare a hole through him.

"It doesn't cover your scent," Fox pointed out, completely composed, "and we can leave as soon as we get the ships loaded."

"All right! Wolf, I'll show you where you can dock your clunkers," joked Falco.

Wolf pointed to the Arwings once again: "Triangles!"

Simultaneously, Fox and Falco shouted back, "Classics!"

The argument ended with an earthquake, as a huge chunk of earth in the distance began sliding away. Amid a cacophony of mechanical clunks and clatters, the Great Fox slowly rose out of the ground.

"Are all the ships secured?"

"Yep! Just got the last one in. Y'know I was lookin' at that Arwing and-"

"Cabin pressure steady? Fuel cells started?"

"Confirmed. Fusion core is operating at normal capacity."

"-if I just moved the retro-rockets around I could fit another few blasters into th-"

"AND THE ROCKETS," Fox continued, trying in vain to keep Wally's voice out of his head.

"Rockets are almost ready," Falco reported. "Just another minute."

"- 'cuz I mean they'd never expect the laser to fire sideways and they'd be all like-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF-"

"WALLY!" roared Wolf.

"Yeesh, I get it, I get it." Wally hopped off the table where he had stood to be at Fox's eye level. "C'mon, Pat. We can tell when we ain't wanted, can't we?"

"Urmf." The two walked out of the Great Fox's Command Center.

"So, good help is hard to come by these days?" Fox asked Wolf, massaging his temples.

"Heh! Well, all the best pilots are quitting. No sense competing with the robots… But those two make a pretty good team, and Wally's mechanical skills are-"

"You let them join because they had their own ship, right?"

"… Yeah, something like that."

"The main rocket's preparation is complete. Great Fox is ready for takeoff."

Fox pushed a button labeled "intercom": "Okay, ROB, whenever you're ready, let 'er rip." He and the rest of the crew began securing themselves for takeoff.

"Take off in 5… 4…"

Not exactly how I thought I'd be heading back to space, thought Fox as he fastened himself into the Commander's seat.

"3… 2…"

But as long as I keep an eye on those guys, it should be fine. He glanced at where Wolf was sitting. Was he seeing things? Or did Wolf actually look… anxious?

"1… 0…"

The engines let out a bellow that echoed for miles, and the rockets ignited with a blinding white flash. The Great Fox fought furiously against the planet's gravity, finally lifting an inch off the ground. Then a foot. Then several feet.

And with a final triumphant roar, it soared into the sky.