Fox walked into the hangar in a daze. Every detail was copied exactly but set to a scale of 2 to 1. The massive ship sported 3 overhauled plasma engines, capable of moving eight Zeram class ships on their own. The armor itself was still glistening and was sporting a scaly look and texture.
The dumbfounded vulpine walked up to a massive support protruding from the steel ground.
"What's the armor composition?"
"Titanium, aluminum alloy. Super tough, super light. And completely resistant to corrosion. There is also a built in coolant system to cool of any plasma shots, before they can do any damage." Peppy folded his hands behind his back and smiled. "Just a little something I had the engineers upstairs develop. Not even our most advanced battleships have this kind of defenses.
"I wanna fly it." Fox instinctively walked to the front of the massive ship and got sight of the humongous cannons.
"I'm gonna guess, half a megaton at minimum charge. Three at maximum."
Peppy looked at his old friend, surprised. "How did you guess that? No one saw the specs other than a few engineers."
"I lived my life around guns. A big barrel means some heavy ordinance, and these are twice as big as the old Great Fox's one-and-a-half megaton cannons so it's simple." Fox walked up the loading ramp and into the hanger. The ship was already loaded with eight Landmaster tanks, six docking clamps and an army's worth of small arms. Fox wandered through the hanger and to a ladder which he scurried up to find a catwalk surface and an already open door.
Peppy huffed his way up and led the way through the door with the now ecstatic vulpine hot on his heels. The hallways were roomier and the walls were a slick silver. The plasmatic lights above glowed a bright, clear white. They walked by the crew quarters on their way through the decks of the Great Fox III along with the Rec. center, kitchen and mission briefing rooms. Each were equally huge as the other to accommodate for the enlarged size of the ship itself. They eventually made it to the four-inch-thick titanium door that led to the bridge.
Peppy tapped in the code in a keypad and opened the door. A large, bright and elite looking room was behind the door and was the nerve center of the Star Fox team. The bridge consisted of three levels in a stair-step design with ladders between them. The bottom was the navigation and tactical level. It was the closest to the view screen and housed the helm and weapons station.
The middle level was command. There were three chairs, all with secondary consoles for retroactive control of the ship. A weapons rack was behind every chair, against the wall and held a heavy rifle, a machine gun and a blaster pistol. Then the last level, furthest from the view screen and where the door opened up to was the science level. A six foot by four foot holo- table was in the center of the floor. Consoles lined the wall and were glowing in stand by.
"Fox, I'm sorry I couldn't get this to you sooner. But I'm giving command of this vessel to you." The vulpine hugged his surrogate father, nearly squishing the poor rabbit.
"Peppy, you're awesome. How can I repay you?"
"You don't need to, I'm just helping out."
"I've got it! I offer you a place on the Star Fox team, with your position reinstated."
The old hare smiled and nodded. "I've got some vacation time racked up."
...
"Is there any hope for him?" A monkey commander stood over the operating table.
"Get out of my light or he's gonna die, you idiot!" the surgeon waved away his pest.
"Just answer the question."
"No, there's no hope for him. He's gone. Whatever hit him broke two of his lower vertebra, then it seems like he was in the middle of an earthquake and ruptured most of his internal organs. He lost almost all of his blood through his skin breach. Never stood a chance."
A heavy plodding was heard coming down the dark, steel hallway. The two monkeys turned and stood at attention, leaving the dead patient wide open. The figure coming down the hall way stepped into the light, revealing a gleaming broad chest plate covering glittering purple scales. The figures arms were crossed behind his back. His head was covered by a steel helmet with a deep green visor and a water injector over where his mouth should be.
"Emperor Angler! What's the occasion?" the commander wasn't expecting this visit.
The emperor's deep voice echoed in the small room, "What's the status of Oikonny?"
"He's dead, Sir."
"Good, I now command both my army and the Andross Reserve Army. You answer to me now."
...
Krystal gazed at the phone from her couch. She was almost to a decision of calling Fox. Something was about to go down, something big. She could sense it. Her sixth sense has been clouded for a few days. A dark presence was working behind the scenes of the war.
Miss padded up to her owner and jumped onto the blue fur's lap. The kitten was met with a soft hand running down her back.
"What should I do kitty? There's no way he'll take me back." Krystal looked up at the blank TV, only to see her neatly kept bangs drift lazily over her ice blue eyes. She moved a protesting Miss onto the couch as she stood up. Krystal straightened her white blouse and stretched her tight blue jeans down back to her ankles then made sure her tennis shoes were on right. She paced over to the phone and hesitantly reached over to the archaic device.
The floor and table suddenly started to vibrate uncontrollably. The table tipped over, spilling the contents all over the floor. Krystal ran over to the door and threw it open and looked outside. To grace her sight was the neighborhood embraced by a massive shadow. She looked up and saw the silhouette of a familiar looking ship. She stepped onto the porch to confirm her suspicions. She was correct. A massive and clean looking Great Fox.
A figure emerged from the lower hanger and accelerated rapidly towards the ground. A flame erupted from the back as it crashed into the ground in front of her. From the dust stood a biped holding a bulky object in his arms.
"F-Fox?" It stood up and broadened its shoulders "Fox? Is that you?" the startled vixen's voice shook and rattled.
"Krystal, it's me." Fox's voice rang out clear and bold. "I'm not here to beg for you back. I'm here to ask for your help. If you won't take me back, I accept that and after this is all done, you are free to leave. But if you don't help, you won't live to make that decision." Krystal stepped back. She didn't know what to say. Should she go, or reject him and hope his alternate option doesn't become reality.
"Krystal, Falco is dead. Butchered like one of the many soldiers in this war."
"Falco... dead? That's not possible. He's the best pilot in the system!"
"I know, and I watched him die. I was helpless. Krystal, I cant fight this war alone. I need your help."
"I... I'll do it."
Authors note: hallo! imma back! thanks for staying with me through this thing so far if anyone is still here. Thanks for the support and always review. Tanks, imma signin off for now.