Myran and Jack, two sworn enemies standing on opposite sides, both trying to win a battle that will determine who will win the war. Can both sides keep it clean, or will this be a fight without boundaries...

Chapter 9: Indestructible

The situation on the battlefield in front of Fort Holden isn't changed by a single bit since the massive clash of the titans. Both sides dug in and don't stop firing at each other. Overseeing all, Myran sits on his chair with his headset still on, commanding the battleships to bombard every trench as the X-1000 annihilates everything under the Mygaran. The Colonel uses the height differences created by the destroying cannons to his advantage. Every single part is used as cover or a weapon. The battleship Scythe's left side's shadow overhauls the fortress as the railgun targets it again. Both open fire at the same time. As of now both sides of Scythe are utterly useless and the roof of the fortress is no more. A green Cornerian fighter flies out and cripples some HMEA tanks by dropping a nova bomb. Instead of yelling or insulting, Myran simply laughs his ass off.

'INCREDIBLE! Magnificent show my dear Colonel, let me compliment you on that. I didn't suspect that fighter. Fine, fine, reconsidering the tactics. Oh, I know a nice one. Move the Mygaran closer to Fort Holden, return Scythe to its original position and let Hammerhead take care of it.'

The Colonel is returned to his observe position on the drawbridge, laughing and coughing over his strategic smack he gave to Myran.

*Transmission*

Brilliant! Showing some good flying skills Cloudy.

It is nothing Sir. This scum is easy!

*Transmission*

'Easy?' notices Myran. 'Let's see how easy you have it when I launch my Swordfish!'

The massive airlocks open on the front of Hammerhead as it envelops the bright white icicle-like spheres. Like a Javelin, they fly up into the air, only to never return. In the orbit of Macbeth, they turn around, their points aiming at the surface. The cores glow as a electrified plasma ray burns through the hard surface with ease.

'Swordfish! So that's what he was bragging about during the battle.' reacts Jack. 'Bah. This is isn't working. This is unnecessary slaughter; no one is winning this fight like this.' The railgun behind him fires again on the in the meantime turned around Scythe, breaking through its armor by blowing up an enormous engine exhaust. The beam exits through the bridge at the front. 'HA! But even with that battleship out of the way, *looks up at Hammerhead* we still got a long way to go.'

'Commander, Scythe is useless. The crew is dropping down its leftover forces in the middle of the enemy positions. They need support!' pleads the commander of Scythe.

'Stop whining, dipshit! Where is Rogers?'

'He..he deserted sir. He chose the other side because of better beer.'

Myran presses the headset against his ears. 'Repeat that again...'

'He chose the other side...'

'SON OF DRUNK WHORE!' interrupts Myran furious. 'Grrr, your leftover squadrons get what they need. I got a swarm of Mosquitoes, ready to sting those animals. *turns away* Find JOHNNY!'

Meanwhile on the battlefield, the Mosquitoes shoot an escape route for the crew of Scythe. The path leads towards a half broken open trench with no one in there... or so it seems. As a volunteer checks into a path going down, a beer can is thrown against his face.

'What the... *shotgun blast*'

'Sir, we have some better news. That alarm is no longer ringing.' reports Tyson.

'ADONIS! Yes, that is... ahum... I mean that was his name...' grins Myran. 'Everyone move forward!'

Jack sees this. 'No way Myran. Where you have those Swordfish, I have real thinkers. Taking advantage of the situation and surroundings is the key. Let's see how your precious HMEA will react to several surprises...'

The Cornerian soldiers standing ground outside the front lines, return to their trenches and hide. Myran finds this odd, but not dangerous for his cause. In fact, it gives him an opportunity to storm forward. The marching and cruising speed of the soldiers and increases as they approach their certain doom.

'They really have no idea, do they?' verifies a soldier covering his ears, preparing for what will come.

'Nope, they don't. You would almost have pity.'

'Are you serious?'

'Yep. Wouldn't you when you are lead by an idiot like Myran?'

'Point made. *looks through a peephole* Here they come!'

*Beep*

An IED is triggered and blows the entire front side of a tank to pieces. As several more blow up other soldiers and vehicles, wiping away a whole line of tanks in one strike. That seems to be it, until they come even closer. The Cornerian soldiers can barely wait for the HMEA's next discovery:

While the tanks simply hover over, the soldiers with their footsteps trigger the next line of traps. Old mortars were dug into the ground, filled with napalm, ignited as soon as it comes in contact with the air. Hopeless tank-crews are cooked inside of their vehicles as other scream in pain as they try to wipe off any napalm stuck to their bodies, without result.

'What is going on over there!?' notices Myran. *Traps. Sure Jack. "Honest"* 'OOEEWH! Nice death spike!' comments Myran as he sees that one of his soldier is impaled by steel spikes erupting from the ground in irregular patterns. 'Let's see. If you break the law regarding napalm usage... maybe I should give you a dose of *long pause* gas!'

A small cannon on the right side of the bridge of the Mygaran, turns to the battlefield, aiming for the front lines. 'Their laughing will decay! Fire the canisters!'

Faint *thump* noises are heard across the battlefield as confused soldiers look up in the air. The HMEA puts on their gas masks as the canisters land before, inside or behind the trenches. A click opens the canisters and releases mustard gas upon the unsuspecting soldiers.

'REVENGE IS SWEET!' laughs Myran as the Cornerian soldier retreat to the middle lines, leaving a field of at least 2 kilometers in width behind empty. A desperate soldier tries to cool his burning and blistering body by jumping into a big puddle of muddy water while his best friend is suffocating as blisters develop inside his lungs. What the soldier doesn't know, is that the water intensifies the blistering times three. All his hairs rise on his body as vague screeches and spasms are the only thing he can show before the suffering finally ends a minute later.

'Mustard gas! That's is awful! Don't give in men! Put on those gas masks and fight back!' comments Jack as he looks up in the sky. 'Why isn't anyone coming for us?' he thinks out loud.

The hovering tanks blow the spikes apart and cross the first trench. Looking like a small victory, it is short lived. A Mosquito crashes into three of the tanks as the front one is destroyed by laser fire coming from Joey Cloudy. Also he wonders, how long it will take before anyone reacts to the inhuman battle.

'What are those lights between those clouds on Macbeth?' notices Falco.

'Honestly, I have no idea. Can you sense what's going on over there Krystal?' asks Fox looking at the strange phenomenon on the planet.

'No. I...I can't. Something or someone is blocking my abilities.' she replies quite panicked.

'Yo, anyone knows where Phantom is?' asks Spectre from behind the group, still sitting on his chair. He's goofing around with the Sin's burning cigar between his fingers. 'He was supposed to be back in a minute right?'

Fox smirks. 'Don't be so concerned about him Spec. He can handle himself. If your case is trouble with Kursed... well, then you got a point.'

'Incoming transmission from General Pepper!' reports ROB.

'Every take position to greet our guest.' commands Fox.

The trumpets sound and General appears on the big screen. He's glad that Fox is back.

'Fox McCloud. It's good to see you're finally okay.' he states.

'I had some trouble, but everything is fine now.'

'Well, the reason with regard to why you are nearing Macbeth, is not important. What is, is that you are here. Macbeth is in dire need for support.'

'Why now?' nags Falco.

'Myran hit the planet just 18 minutes ago and already the total death-toll is estimated at 5000 in total. Several forbidden weapons, such as mustard gas are used by his HMEA.'

'That is horrible! Argh, ROB scan the enemy strength!'

'Four battleships in total. Mygaran included. Fighter strength is estimated around 10000 and around 125300 foot soldiers. Those on the ground vary from normal soldiers to heavy battle tanks.' reports ROB.

'That's actually pretty impressive.' comments Spectre uninterested. He flips the cigar away as it starts to bore him.

'Your objective is to minimize the death-toll on both sides, preferably on ours and to protect Fort Holden.'

'Fort Holden?' asks Krystal.

'Yes, Fort Holden. The rendezvous for all supplies coming from Macbeth and our only military stronghold there. It is called Fort Holden for a reason: Hold it!'

'We got the message. You can count on us General!' assures Fox.

'I'm glad to here that. Good luck Starfox. And by the way, two transports full of ammunition are on their way to Macbeth. It should be enough to break apart Myran's fleet.'

'Copy that General.'

The general disappears of the screen as the Great Fox penetrates the orbit.

'Unknown object detected to the right of Great Fox.' warns ROB.

'Unknown object?'

As the beam looks out the windows, they see the rear of a Swordfish. A blue aura surrounds the middle until it disappears. A shock wave follows, knocking the Great Fox slightly more to the right as they see that blue bolts surround a large white blast traveling towards the surface.

*A white blast. Not the best place for Phantom to be... Thinking about him...*

*Transmission*

Phantom, are you okay?

Only panting

Phantom?

AAAARGH! Woo, sorry Fox. What's up?

Did you feel the shock as well?

What shock? Oh, you mean that one just a few seconds ago? That was me; I ca...

I don't wanna hear the details between you and Kursed. I'm was slightly concerned.

Don't be. Come on.

*Transmission*

'And?' asks Kyla.

'He's fine.' he answers blunt as his attention is distracted by the size of the Swordfish. Although not even bigger than the bridge is, its length beats the Great Fox by a long shot. They pass by the orbital cannon as it stops its fire. The Great Fox borrows its way through the atmosphere when suddenly:

'Unknown energy source is pointed at Great Fox!'

'What!? Ev...'

Before Fox can command anything, the left side is struck by large ball of energy. The entire Great Fox turns to its right, launching those inside with it against the wall. All of them, are now flies stuck in a spiderweb as they are glued to the wall as G-forces push them almost through it. Phantom, swirling his index finger through Kursed' purple hair after a great encounter, is no exception. The shock vibrates through the room as the sudden swing throws the two away. Like an armadillo, Phantom covers Kursed as best as he can while they function as a ball in a pinball-machine.

'Stabilize this thing FUCKING ROBOT!' screams Spectre.

'Stabilization protocols started. Stabilization in 5...4...3...2...1...0.'

The Great Fox flies straight again as the crew tries to resettle themselves. Spectre is gone again, but this time he went to take a look at Phantom. The sudden shift stops the pinball effect as Phantom's breathing device breaks to pieces on the ground. The machinery doesn't break, luckily. The iron, square back-end doesn't break either, unfortunately. Instead, it 'breaks' Phantom's spine as Kursed is held tight between his arms and legs. Spectre opens the door.

'Uhm... am I interrupting something intimate?'

'If you mean by intimate this, then you're wrong. Get us up!'

Spectre helps up Kursed first and tells her to report on the bridge. As she runs off, Spectre grabs his brother's paw and gets him up his feet.

'Let's go!'

Phantom nods and follows him. They arrive at the bridge, where Fox already lined up the entire team. Krystal, Kursed, Phantom, Spectre, Falco, Slippy and Kyla are all present as Fox stands in front of them with his arms folded, thinking of his strategy.

'Alright team. Krystal, Slippy, Kyla and I are going towards the battlefield. Phantom, I heard you had a problem with your device?'

'That's right Fox. The shell around it is shattered. But the machinery isn't broken.' Peppy comes closer and takes a good look at it. His expression turns from curious to concerned.

'It isn't broken, that's for sure. But it faltered when you crashed in unto the ground.' He rises from his crouched position and puts his glasses back in place. His look turns pale. 'I'm sorry to say, but that device is going to be part of you for the rest of your live...'

'WHAT!?' yells Phantom.

'This was indeed a temporary device. But is wasn't allowed to falter at all. Your brain functions were recovering and needed non-stop support! The slightest moment of stopping, would die out any leftover functions. Point is: you can never breath by yourself...'

'B...but.. what the...? I.. I can still breath! Look! *breaths in hard* See?' he answers panicked with a terrified look on his face.

'Don't ask me how it works Phantom. Without the pumping, you can't breath on your own.' concludes Peppy.

All of the team look shocked as Phantom falls stricken down into his chair, dazzled by what Peppy just told him. It is silent in the Great Fox as it slows down its arrival at Macbeth. Horrible images spook through his head. How he could die slowly when it did fail. How everyone else, in particular Kursed, had to watch as he perished away in agony. How Kursed would return to her old state... it almost breaks his heart. Minutes pass when Phantom suddenly states: 'Okay then. If that's how I'm supposed to live, than so be it. But I'm not gonna walk for the rest of live with a block on my back.'

'Don't worry about that Phantom. We are busy to create a more suitable device for you. It will be smaller, less blocky so more smooth and it will even fit under a normal shirt and in your case; a flak jacket. Guaranteed fail-proof and last best: FALL-PROOF!'

'Until then, you are suspended from all ground activities.' claims Fox. 'With your vital machinery now open, I can't risk losing a good member and a friend to a lucky enemy. You, Kursed and Falco take the skies and keep them clear. Everyone got their mission?'

'Yes!'

'Then let's go!' he states as the right half of his body turns to black, shocking everyone again.

'Wow Fox!' shouts Phantom.

'Well Syxx, that's a side of you I have never seen before...' comments Kyla jokingly. 'Paint was up halfway through?'

'Puh... maybe.' he answers blunt. Only the right side of his mouth moves. The other half doesn't until:

'You know, when it comes down to it, he's always there. I'm gonna need some extra support, so why not my alter?' he states as he turns around to face Macbeth. *Almost your turn as well Parasite*

Cowboy boots stamp their way through a small heap of dead HMEA soldiers his automatic shotgun made. His hat comes out above the trench. An AA-12 is what he holds in his right hand. A 32-round drum magazine is loaded into it and cocked by his left hand, also holding a can of beer. He drinks the last out of it, crushes it and throws it away in a random direction. With a black wife beater, black jeans, a leather belt and belt buckle, with a leather trench coat and a leather gun holster, he hat that 'does whatever the hell he wants to' look. Above him, the sky breaks open. Rain falls down on the battlefield. His soldiers follow and take cover behind whatever the trench has to offer, while Johnny Rogers simply doesn't care as he stares over the battlefield. The Mygaran flies over low, hauling a shadow over the trench. Just enjoying the leftover light coming from Solar, he is irritated by Myran's interruption.

Myran is in the meantime looking at holographic screen, holding Gamecube-like controller. He is mind controlling one of his own soldiers. Like Call of Duty Online, for every kill he gets points.

'BOOM! Headshot!' His pleasure is soon interrupted by Johnny appearing on the screen.

*Screen*

Myran, you motherfucker, you can't run from me forever! You rotten piece of shit, when I find you, I will open a can of whup ass on you AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE BECAUSE JOHNNY ROGERS SAID SO *flips off camera*!

Aaah. (T)here is Johnny! Get it?

ENOUGH TALK, BRING IT ON ASSFACE, *adjusts fingerless gloves, cracks knuckles, and gets into an MMA style fighting stance*

WHAHAHA! Intelligence, you miss it. You were always a dumbfuck. You really think you can take me on while I'm up in the air, aiming my X-1000 at your Texican dumbass and you are standing on the ground in MMA position!? Your an idiot and a traitor to any human. Face your obliteration! FIRE THE X-1000! See how your auto-shotgun rescues you out of this, drunken fuck!

*Transmission*

'FULL POWER!' commands Myran. The massive half orb's bottom starts to glow purple as ring after ring appear until it reaches the edge of the orb. From above the clouds, it is visible that a large funnel is sucking in the ozone from the atmosphere as it charges up ring after ring. The orb's middle turns to Johnny, as he watches how the beam is prepared that will wipe any trace of him of the planet.

*Fuck... wasn't a smart idea... that provoking. I'm definitely gonna blame this on someone...*

'Sir, we have hit 100%.' reports Tyson.

'Not enough. Give my 130% and aims right on his forehead!' commands Myran.

The rings light up in bright purple as a red laser once more appears and shines on Johnny's forehead. More laser emit from the surrounding rings as they all focus on the middle of the anchored Johnny.

*Shit! I need someone to help me... I'm not going to die like this! Not by his hands!*

The whole Mygaran starts to shake as the X-1000 reaches critical overload. 'Sir! We need to fire now or else we're doomed!' claims Tyson panicked. Myran is sitting comfortable in his throne with his chin on his right hand.

'Fine.' he admits. 'How much?'

'125% sir.'

'Close enough. WIPE THAT FILTH STAIN OF HUMANITY OUT OF THIS UNIVERSE!'

The rings disappear under a purple cupola as the lasers still point at this forehead. 'FIRE!' With a sound like angles singing, the enormous beam travels towards Johnny awaiting his doom.

'Not on my watch!' claims Kursed with her tractor beam activated. At the end of the beam, is a disabled HMEA cruiser. Her Pandæmonium stops in mid-air as it turns 90 degrees to the right. A sudden switch between controls sticks, turns the ship towards the left. With a swing, the beam lets go of the cruiser as it's used as a shield for Johnny. The beam strikes the cruiser as it violently explodes, throwing Johnny to the ground and ejecting Myran from his seat. Both slam the ground at the same time.

'That... that explosion was *pain* waaaay to close...' he claims as his left hand grips a hold on the back of his throne, pulling him up. 'What was that shit!? Why triggered... *Pandæmonium flies by* Haha... Starfox. *deep breath* I'm not angry.' he states restrained as Phantom and Falco fly by as well. 'Two Phantom-Wings and an Arwing. The Sky Claw to be precise. Give me my microphone.' he commands in the same tone.

Tyson rises from his chair and gives Myran a microphone. It looks like a desk lamp as he places it on his left rail. He turns it on.

*Transmission*

To all Mosquitoes: Please welcome our three new guests into our airspace. Don't go easy on the greetings. To all ground troops: Since three of Starfox's members are in the air, the rest is probably on the ground. Fox McCloud, their beloved leader is there as well. I want you all to give him a warm welcome. How? EMPTY YOUR THOUGHTS AND RESTART OUR ETERNAL SOLUTION MY FELLOW HUMANS! TEAR THEM TO PIECES, LEAVE NOTHING ALIVE! RAPE THEIR WOMEN AND BUTCHER THEIR CHILDREN! FEAST UPON THEIR SUFFERING!

*Transmission*

The marching turns into a storming sprint towards the trenches. Drunk of adrenaline and strengthened by blood-lust, they form the metaphorical wave the Colonel was talking about earlier. Fox, Krystal, Kyla and Slippy are beamed down into a trench right below the Colonel's feet. Right the way, Fox gets out his blaster. Krystal, Kyla and Slippy have no time for that as weapons are being given to them. Krystal receives a bolt-action sniper rifle.

'Hum... .303 Lapua. I like it!' she claims.

Kyla gets a standard assault rifle. '800 rounds per minute with a cycle rate of 855 round per minute. Deadly precision guaranteed!' she states as he cocks the weapon. *Spectre's bullshit talk has been useful for something...*

Slippy gets HMG duty. The soldier points to a high placed AT-HDMG, stationed above the trench. Slippy can't reach it.

'Ah, Fox McCloud of the legendary Starfox team. It's a honour to have you on our side.' greets Jack.

'The honour is mutual Colonel.' replies Fox as the two shake hands after Fox climbs out of the trench. 'But eh... aren't you a little...'

'Old? Whaahahaha *cough*! Maybe Fox... maybe. And who are they?' asks the Colonel as he looks at the two vixens and the frog in the trench.

'My teammates. Krystal, my wife and team telepath. Kyla, an old companion from my forgotten days. And Slippy, our mechanic.'

*For as far as I remember, that was about two years ago mister nostalgia* nags Syxx.

*Can that black furred idiot finally shut up!?*

*Sure... as soon as you get your puke green ass out of here!*

*GUYS! What did I say? No fighting in my head. Leave that for the battlefield. Speaking of which...*

'How is the situation on the battle Colonel?'

'Jack! Call me Jack. And about the battle... Myran's forces are overwhelming. *Fox looks up at the skies* As you can see, we broke down the smallest battleship, but the Mygaran and Hammerhead are coming dangerously close to Fort Holden. *X-1000 strikes again* And that is the reason why we can't get close to the mothership. Myran controls the skies and our only active pilot is Joey Cloudy.'

'Cloudy?' wonders Fox.

'When you were in that coma Fox...' explains Krystal. 'we got a mission to save a crashed soldier. His name is Joey Cloudy and he's here on a temporary basis.'

'Haha.' chuckles Jack. 'If it was up to my, he could stay. He's one heck of a pilot. Downed 35 of those Mosquitoes and destroyed over 55 tanks single-handed! Of course, compared to the bigger picture, it's nothing more than drop in the ocean.'

'Don't you worry about that Jack.' claims Fox cocky as he points to the skies were Phantom, Kursed and Falco fly by. 'I brought some friends.'

*Transmission between the Ar/Phantom wings*

Everyone ready?

Falco here. I'm fine. *why does that sound so familiar?*

Kursed reports, Phantom. Let's show them not to mess with us!

I think I see the cannon that fucked up our moment Kursed. This is the plan. Falco, you just focus on the airborne enemies while Kursed and I relieve the ground troops a little... Wait, what the heck!?

*Transmission*

'That is wonderful Fox. Now we have more change than... *looks over the battlefield* oh my GOD!' he suddenly yells. Fox quickly grabs his Hi-Def and looks over the battlefield. The sight is horrible: Cornerian soldiers are hunted down and are tortured to death. One of the mind-controlled soldiers, jumps over a piece of garbage and lands into a trench. He grabs a soldier by the throat and lifts him up in the air. His left hand greedily grips around the top of the nose and the lower jaw. A burst of energy flows through the (black magic) engulfed veins and muscles and literally rips it off. Blood splashes everywhere, mostly on the soldier's face. The soldier is controlled by none other than Myran, stroking his face.

'The BLOOD! The beautiful blood... so horny...' he pants as he drenches his entire face in blood. From Myran's perspective, he's just stroking his face, but there's no denial that it isn't real in some way. 'Continue my minions. Feed my the souls of the damned! *looks over at Tyson* YOUR TURN!'

Tyson nods as he's dropped down on the ground in the midst of the battle. Tanks pass him by as he runs agile between them. *Being slender has its benefits..* His green and red-striped stretch-suit is laughable to least as well overly visual. However, Tyson likes the attention and uses the element of surprise to his advantage. With a jump-kick, he knocks down a confused soldier. He bends over the KO'ed soldier and forms a 'peace sign' with his fingers. Although more like scissors, as he borrows his fingers right through the eyes. As he licks the gauged out eyeballs, Myran is overjoyed.

*I think I never experienced such joy! More, my good men... MORE!*

'As you wish... master.'

'The dirty RATS! They restarted their Eternal Solution! My soldiers are getting torn to pieces! And if it couldn't get any worse, they released that crazy Tyson on the field!'

'Yeah, I can see him.' claims Fox calm. 'Krystal, Kyla and Slippy, open fire. I'm gonna check on the Great Fox, trying to find out how far they are with taking down those Swordfish.'

Meanwhile in the Great Fox:

'I'm done with this shit!' screams Spectre out of nowhere.

'With what?'

'With not being an active member! That's why!' He grabs his wrench and throws it away. 'I'm sick and tired of being the mechanic for this piece of garbage! You know what I did? Hm? Any idea? I made those masks for in the Arwings and Phantom-Wings, I upgraded their engine capabilities and reduced their failure rate by 50%! Same for the Great Fox's engine. Another point: The main guns. OH MY GOD! I don't know who designed this, but this thing was utterly useless without my upgrade. It is now able to fire upwards with a 10 degree angle and fire downwards with a 55 degree angle. It can rotate as well now! Last but not least, I placed auto-cannons on the wing-tips for better protection. I don't wanna work here as a mechanic any more! I QUIT!' he yells as he throws his chair away. He approaches a wall and rips off the steel plates, revealing a secret spot containing his revolver, machete and few bars of dried up flesh. He slides his revolver in his holster and with a few unnecessary spins, he attaches the machete to his belt. He adjusts his scope as he takes a bite out of one of the bars.

'DROP ME!' he commands.

Like Tyson, also Starfox now has a lunatic dropped in. He sniffs up the scent of the battlefield and feels more comfortable every second.

'This scent. *pulls machete and slices right through a HMEA soldier* I've missed it. Same applies to doing this!' he states as his revolver blows someone else's brains out.

*Transmission*

Peppy! How is the Great Fox doing?

If everything is going according to plan, you should see a disabled Swordfish crash into the ground any second now.

Keep it up!

Fox. Did you recieve Spectre?

Huh? No, why?

He dropped down and is busy with a personal vendetta. It works pretty well actually.

Okay then. Keep up the good work Pep. I'll contact you later.

*Transmission*

As Fox ends his transmission, he aims and shoots down a soldier some 500 meters from his position away. Spectre slices soldier after soldier as on the background a burning Swordfish collides with the ground, exploding with a bright light as the ground cracks under the X-1000. While performing a spinning attack to 'half' three soldiers, a barrel is pushed in his neck. A shot is fired, but Spectre isn't dead. He looks over in the direction from where the bullet came from: It's Troy Groomes looking through the scope of his trusty M4 37mm sniper rifle, casting off his right paw again. Madison appears right next to him and mows down three more. Panther appears behind the two, but is wearing a shock collar and is there clearly against his will. Madison's shoe print is very well visible in his face. Spectre thanks Troy by nodding at him before running off again. Troy unloads every bullet into a every single tank or soldier he can find. His killing frenzy is interrupted when Panther lands flat on his face before him, Madison gets a kick in the back of the head as a barrel is pushed against his head. A large number of shots are heard as all HMEA soldier fall down. Astonished, Troy looks upon Psycho, helping Madison on her feet again. He greets by saluting a little and runs off, heading straight into a pack of HMEA soldiers some distance away. Myran only notices that Swordfish activity is decreasing.

'What is going on with my dear Swordfish!? *sigh* Hammerhead, new plan. Use the Swordfish as missiles!'

'What!?'

'You heard me very well! There's no way we can protect them in the orbit. Out of the orbit, they are useless. In the orbit, they are certainly done for. Let them rain upon Fort Holden!'

'Very well sir...' says the commander grudge-full.

*Transmission*

Fox, you gotta see this.

See what?

The Swordfish are falling. All of them!

Really? That's great news!

Yeah... until you look where they are gonna land. They are set for Fort Holden!

Thanks for that update Peppy. Get the Great Fox over here. We could use some extra support.

*Transmission*

'Phantom! The Swordfish are falling down towards Fort Holden. You have to stop them!'

'Copy that Fox. Wait, is that an A-Helo?' notices Phantom.

'Oh yeah, I can see it too. But it isn't in the Cornerian army colour scheme. It's black!'

On the battlefield, right into the heart of the fight, Spectre and Tyson meet. Back to back (also the heads), they stand before a large amount of opponents. A certain click is felt by the two.

'So...' says Tyson to Spectre, staring at vengeful Cornerian soldiers in front of him.

'Yeah...' answers Spectre at the same awkward tone, staring at HMEA soldiers.

With a short strike from his right arm, Spectre tries to hack his machete in Tyson's hip, only to be stopped by his iron bands decorated wooden stick (held by his right arm as well). As the two weapon cling, Tyson says:

'Smart move. But I'm sly as well.'

'A deadlock I see.'

'In this situation, the both of us will die.'

'You know the weak spots of yours. And I know those of mine.'

'Are you suggesting...'

'Yes, I'm. Question is: are you in?' A simple nod from Tyson is enough.

They hook each others left arms behind their backs as they jump up the their respective rights and turn to their own soldiers. In the turn, Spectre decapitates every Cornerian Army soldier while Tyson smacks down the HMEA soldiers. At dead point, they let go of each other. Spectre lands in the blood of the Cornerian soldiers while Tyson lands in that of the HMEA. With two fingers, Spectre draws signature commando stripes on his cheeks while Tyson simply draws a line from the tip of his nose towards his forehead. The battle of the crazies begins!

Spectre pulls his revolver and fires once. The two bullets travel towards Tyson's unconcerned face. From his perspective, the bullets travel in slow motion. He lifts two fingers, each for every bullet. A *ting* is heard as his nails touch the undersides of the bullets. He follows the bullets and uses his right hand to give the bullets some extra momentum as he makes a full spin and launches the bullets back at Spectre. They scar his left shoulder, angering Spectre and leading to an unexpected counter-attack which cuts a part of Tyson's left cheek off. The weapons strike each other multiple times as their clinging is heard even far away, near Fox's position. An uppercut from Spectre is diverted by Tyson, knocking Spectre on the ground.

'You were a worthy enemy foxy. But now your end is at hand!'

'NOW!' shouts a member from a mysterious squadron, sitting with their backs towards the sky, face to face with the others. The black painted A-Helo stops in the air as all members fall out. A backwards somersault is what the four make before activating their flight-suits equipped with jet-packs. Without any form of protection other than their own body strength, they dive from the sky right into battle. One in particular looks vaguely familiar...

As Tyson prepares the final deathblow, his moment is rudely interrupted as the particular member of the mysterious team kicks him down. He lands near the fallen Tyson, open his paw above his face and yellow beams erupt from his paws. This is just for a slight moment.

*It would be a shame to let my race die off. Since I'm the only one left, I might as well make it a little more comfortable. You will become something beautiful, my dear Jade.* he thinks as the beams stop transmitting. He looks over at Spectre and helps him up.

'Who the hell are you?'

'Not important. You just get the hell out of here.' he states as turns around and flies off. In the turn, he smacked Spectre in the face with his long white hair. Furious, Spectre grabs his gun but Adonis is already gone.

'Son of a bitch!' he insults before running off as well.

In the meantime, on Fox's side things are getting tougher. The line is degraded beyond comprehension as ammunition count is lowering by the second. The railgun stopped aiming for Hammerhead and instead focuses on the approaching HMEA soldiers. Fox and Colonel are in indecision as the Swordfish fall from the sky. One of them, comes faster than planned as Hammerhead loses control after Kursed throws a large piece of wreckage in the open Swordfish airlocks, triggering an armed cluster bomb. While Phantom cheers, Fox isn't quite happy as the Swordfish is almost within arms reach. Out of nowhere, a saviour comes upon their rescue. As he lands on the ground, the halved Swordfish crashes on the ground without any explosion. Fox regonizes the silhoutte but can't believe it.

'WOLF?' he shouts.

The figure looks up, angered and without an eyepatch or mechinal eye.

'Don't you ever call me like that again.' he warns Fox before flying off.

'Who is that guy?' wonders Fox as he gets a transmission from Phantom.

*Transmission*

Fox, I have no idea who that guy is or how he cut that fish in half, but what I do know as that laser deflects on these things. And I thought Fichina the biggest icicles... damn I was wrong...

To the point.

I can't shoot it down!

*Interruption*

May I introduce myself: I'm Beowulf. My likeness to my pathetic little brother is what confused you Fox of Starfox.

You sound somewhat noble Beo. I'm starting to like you.

Thank you. But also me and my team can't do anything about it either. The one I defeated was already damaged by a far greater power.

Shit! No way! *sigh* Just great, and who is going to tell the colonel the bad news? That's right! ME!

*Transmission*

'Fuck!' screams Fox as he throws away his helmet.

'Fox, are you okay?' asks Krystal.

'No. I'm not. And in few moments, neither of us will be. The Swordfish are used as missiles against Fort Holden, lasers can't stop it and Myran will win. I just don't know what I'm supposed to do.' panics Fox.

'And how about you Syxx?' asks Kyla.

He turns around to reveal that his right side is black instead of the other way around.

'No. I have no clue.' he replies cold.

'Things aren't going our way, isn't it?' verifies Jack.

'No Jack. They are not. The Swordfish will strike the fortress within a few moments and there's is nothing I can do about it.'

'You know what you can do? GET OUT OF HERE!' he screams. He exits the trench as the Starfox team follows him. Behind him, the remaining Cornerian soldiers that were in the trench as well. The moment that the last soldier jumps into the trench, the railgun fires it's last shot right into the still open airlock of Hammerhead, setting off a chain reaction. Explosions rage through the entire right side as the front is completely blown to pieces. The Swordfish break through the fortress and leave nothing left of it. Myran roars as the fortress perishes under the numerous Swordfish bombarding it. Disappointed that the mission failed, the Starfox team returns to the last trench. The blackened ground shows where the shock wave would have vaporized everyone in its radius. Before the Colonel can jump in, he is hit in the back by a sniper. He falls face down into trench. The rain intensifies as most of Macbeth seems completely lost. While the team holds their ground, Fox sits down on a wooden box in the trench. He sees how the medical corp picks up the dead Colonel. Next to them, Krystal is firing on the approaching forces with Kyla on her right. Slippy finally reached the machine gun and quickly burns through the ammunition.

'I'm empty!' hears Fox all over. First from Slippy, but also from the leftover soldiers still present in the trenches. The Great Fox appears over the wreckage of Fort Holden as it fires its main guns at the approaching horde. Against this tsunami, not even that seems enough. If all couldn't get any worse, Fox receives this SOS signal:

*Signal*

We are going down! Repeat, we are going down! Report this to the staged military personnel on Macbeth: the ammunition is lost. All of our transport ships are down thanks to continuing attacks from the HMEA. I don't know how, but you have to hold on. General's orders. We're done for!

*Signal*

'And Fox?' wonders Krystal, while cocking her rifle again.

'All transport ships are down. This is all we have left.' he answers stricken down. Even Syxx never felt this down.

'So... is there any way to win this battle?' asks Slippy.

'In perspective, Myran already won. The Colonel is dead, 95% of the staged CA units are dead and Fort Holden has fallen. But we won't back down! We fight till the last mag!' commands Fox. Fortunately, everyone agrees with that. Even Johnny and Johnny's leftover soldiers who joined them when they returned. After a deep breath, they open fire on the rampaging wave coming towards them.

'Don't give in everyone!' command Fox and Syxx.

'Last mag!' yells Krystal as she throws it towards Kyla.

'Last shell!' yells a soldier operating a smaller cannon on the Mygaran.

'Really? Have I been that greedy? Fine then. I already won and as revenge for Tyson, I will annihilate Fox McCloud. Ready that last shell. Make every second count!'

The moment the magazine is caught by Kyla's paw, the cannon fires and Fox disappears under the impact of the shell.

'FOX!' cries Krystal.

'SYXX!' cries Kyla.

The risen dust still lingers around the spot where Fox used to stand. The smoke surrounding it makes it impossible to see. A vague, hollow laughter comes from the smoke. *Indestructible* is barely heard.

'F..Fox?' cries Krystal.

'Sy...xx?'

'Call me Fox, and I shall serve.''Call me Syxx, and I shall ravage.'
'Call me Parasite, and I shall obliterate for both!'

The smoke and dust clears away to reveal Parasite with his hellfire-red irises with his dark green muscular body revealed. Everything else is burned off as also parts of his skin are burning as well. His pants are ripped off and look more like hot-pants. It's dirty and surrounded and held together by iron chains.

'I'm INDESTRUCTIBLE!' he screams as black spirits escape his open mouth and strike the wave, blowing even larger holes in it than the cannons of the Great Fox could ever do. The sounds of the HMEA's destruction, is heard by the rest in the field as they now surround the large HMEA group and begin to thin them out. This all, under the twitching and watching eye of Myran, who looks all but happy as Hammerhead succumbs under the immense fires raging through it.

Suddenly, it seems that the tables have turned. When times couldn't get any darker, Parasite shows up and saves the day. Even with everything Starfox has gone through, it seems that they are indeed INDESTRUCTIBLE!

Two times sorry. One for my best pal in Holland, for delaying the introduction of his OC Brady O'Connor. Second: I don't accept any OC's anymore for Part 3. For the upcoming EM trilogy, I still got a few spots left.