Star Fox: The War for Lylat
Chapter Seven: Infiltrating a Stolen Vessel
The Great Fox was not a fast ship. In fact, the Arwings were ten times faster than it. It hadn't been modified since James McCloud's death, and as such it was not up to standards. This made the trip Falco had to take from Meteo to the Great Fox a quick and easy one. Within minutes, Falco's Arwing reached the mothership and began searching for an entrance, being careful to stay far from the cockpit. If he was seen, the ship could easily take him out.
Not too long after reaching the ship did Falco find his target: The launch zone. Whoever had stolen The Great Fox had failed to close the dock. Falco tried to make a dash for it, but was caught off-guard when the ship made a turn, and his Arwing was almost struck by the ship's wing. Thinking swiftly, he started to barrel-roll, and while his ship was flipped, he did a summersault, dodging the wing and leaving the dock wide open. Falco quickly flew in, shut the entrance, and left his ship in the Docking Bay.
The hallways of the ship were eerie, lacking any sound other than the sound of metal boots colliding with steel panels. Falco wasn't concerned about the sound, though. If there were more than a few intruders, he surely would have been confronted already.
"Well Peppy, do you wish you had betrayed me back in the day?" Pigma asked, chuckling. " 'Cause if ya had, maybe you wouldn't be so tied up at the moment!" he started laughing, greatly amused with his… not so funny pun.
Meanwhile, Wolf noticed that Pigma was failing to watch the security cameras. He walked up to the monitors and examined it carefully. He noticed a blur on on screen, then another. Someone had infiltrated the ship.
"…Pigma, what is this?"
"What is what?" Pigma responded, not paying much attention to his leader.
"Maybe if you were watching your damn post, you'd know what's what. Now get over here and look at this!" Wolf growled in annoyance. Pigma ran over to him as fast as his fat body would allow.
"…Well, uh, that looks like, *snort*, a… bird running?" Pigma asked, still unsure what to think of the situation. Then, it all hit him. Someone broke on board, and he hadn't been paying attention. A look of shock overcame his face.
Wolf grinned. "I see the roles of you and that creature have finally gotten through your thick skull, pig. Now go face the intruder."
"Uh…. Do I gotta?"
"No, you don't 'gotta'." Wolf said happily, much to the surprise of Pigma.
"Whew, that's a relief," sighed Pigma.
"Though, you know, these blasters can be used to make some fine bacon, if you catch my drift." Wolf said, grinning. Pigma pondered this for a moment, then realized that was a threat.
"Err… um… yes sir!" He ran out of the cockpit, leaving Wolf, Leon, and Peppy.
Falco had reached the bridge. The bridge was high above the central engine. Falling from there would involve being ground up into shreds and the remains would contaminate the fuel, effectively stopping the ship from moving. A painful death that would bring misfortune to anyone in the ship. It would be a bad place for a violent fight, as it would be rather easy to fall. Falco knew this, and wanted to get through quickly, but near the end, he was confronted by his first foe during that part of the mission: Pigma Dengar.
"Just hold on a second there, buddy! How did you get aboard our ship!" Pigma asked, pulling out a high-tech blaster. Much higher quality than the ones Star Fox owned.
"You left the hatch to the docking bay open, and what do you mean YOUR ship! This ship is owned by the Star Fox team!" Falco retorted, pulling out his blaster, as well as his reflector.
"Not anymore it's not! *snort* This ship is now the property of Star Wolf! And why would you care? What are you, Star Fox?"
"Oh please, if I were Star Fox, you'd already be dead."
"If you were Star Fox, you'd already be dead!"
"Well neither of us is dead, so I'm obviously not from Star Fox." Falco stated. Pigma began thinking about this, and Falco used the opportunity to throw his reflector towards Pigma. Pigma immediately shot, believing he was being shot and. And he was being shot at, by himself. The shot bounced off the Reflector and hit Pigma. His blaster flew into the air, and Falco leaped and caught it. As he was coming back down, he kicked Pigma in the throat (or, rather, the layer of fat around the throat), and landed past him, continuing to run. Pigma reached for the holster for his blaster, but the blaster was in Falco's possession.
He knew he was more than likely out of a job now.
