Myran's forces are being canned in by the Cornerian Army, Parasite, Psycho, Troy, Spectre and Madison. Phantom, Kursed and Falco control the airspace while there is something wrong with Tyson. Can Myran remain calm and focus on the battle, or...

Chapter 10: Keep your head together

The last remaining HMEA soldier gets shot in the back of the head, as behind the still smoking barrel the weapon is cocked again. He turns his head to right to see Psycho, Spectre and Madison standing over some other just killed soldiers.

'Such a pity eh?' comments Spectre holding his machete in his right paw.

'Yeah, a pity that we had to waste our energy over these pathetic fucks.' insults Psycho, just holstering his gun.

'They deserved everything that came upon them.' claims Madison.

'Amen to that!' yells Troy as he tabs a big red button on a small, remote control. Yellow lights flash on the collar that Panther wears around his neck. He is shocked down as he tried to run away towards freedom. Troy shakes his head, dismaying Panther's attempt as he grabs his collar. Panther is in no control of his muscles anymore as Troy drags him through the rough ground back to the group.

'Look what I found.' he says as he forces Panther on the knees.

'An idiot? Nice catch!' compliments Spectre as he takes a bite from one of his bars.

'Keep those compliments for yourself scope face!' insults Panther before he gets punched in the face by Troy.

'*still chewing* Be glad... *swallows* that it wasn't me.' he assures as he swings his machete around in his paw.

'Argh... Madison... help me...' he pleads.

She doesn't look happy as she kicks sand in his face. Spitting out most of it, Panther says: 'But... I thought we... had something..?' Even angrier, she kicks Panther down into a pool of mud. She comes closer to Troy and kisses him on the cheek.

'I never was your girl. Always been Troy's.'

Psycho and Spectre look at each other, showing a look of jokingly disgust.

'Are they serious about this?' wonders Spectre.

'You have no idea...'

'Sorry if I'm interrupting tea-time...' breaks Phantom as he flies over low. 'But the HMEA isn't defeated yet. Look over there!' points Phantom towards the wave of soldiers far away.

'Wow! What are those black blobs hammering down on that mass?'

'Let me check that out for you Psy.' says Spectre as he adjusts his scope. He zooms in through a hole between the mass and sees a mysterious fox/wolf hybrid climbing out of the trench where the rest of Starfox is stationed. He's screaming something as he charges at the ground, completely impervious of any bullet-storm coming at him. When he zooms in too close, although not even recording anything, his scope receivers interference when he focuses on the red eyes.

'Ack! What the heck!?' moans Spectre. 'What the hell is that? One of Myran's sick creations?'

'I have no idea.' says Troy. 'But since it's apparently on our side, why not give that guy a change? Let's can these bastards!' states Troy as he grabs his odachi sword from his backpack and holds it in his right paw. In the other, he holds a blaster.

Madison grabs Troy's katana as she left hers at home. Simply because it is stained by Panther's blood and according to MAdonis, no one, not even the horrible HMEA should be contaminated by his blood, or any kind of bodily fluid.

Spectre activates his wristband on his right arm as he squeezes his right paw. A large silver blade with a hooked end comes out. The for the most part erased text reading: "Krystal's present" is barely readable but still visible in black. Finding that alone not enough, he squeezes his left paw and long, thin spear point appears. The tip contains hundreds of smaller spikes containing the most horrible diseases. On top of that, they can also be launched individually.

Psycho laughs at the stereotype choice of weapons of the Groomes and Spectre. *Swords and spears... so old school.* he thinks. He shakes his right arm and out of his sleeve of long motor jacket a large bladed monster maul comes out. It's design is the same in the '70's: a triangular head design and an unbreakable metal handle. Sledge hammer at the back and a fire axe red sharp edge on at the front. Although being heavy as all hell, he holds it in his right paw without any trouble. The Butcher logo is visible, branded in the sledgehammer part. "Godevil" is written on the right side.

'Overkill much?' comments Spectre.

'Keep those comments to yourself Spectre. Don't mess with me...' he states as he grabs his gun again.

'Are you two just about done here?' asks Troy irritated.

'Scope face began.' blames Psycho.

Holding back another insult, Spectre waves it away as the four run towards the soldier mass in front of them. Kursed and Falco fly over them as they turn towards the Mygaran. Panther is left behind to perish away, still unable to move a single muscle.

'Shouldn't we take that Panther guy with us?' wonders Madison out loud.

'Nah... let him squirm for a while. I like that!' quotes Phantom.

'Graauw...' flirts Kursed.

'Nice pun Phan. Where did you learn that from? Panther?'

'Don't go insulting puns Falco. What did they ever do to you?'

'Oh shut up!'

Phantom laughs, but quickly stops. *Damn, if only PAL was here. I kinda miss that computer voice.*

'What's wrong Phantom?'

'Nothing special Kursed. I think I almost had compassion for those HMEA rubbish. Does that make me a wimp?'

Kursed laughs. 'You never were a wimp Phantom. I could feel that just minutes ago...'

'*buzzing sound* Nope, don't start on the bedroom stories.' nags Falco.

'Jealous?' plagues Kursed.

Growling is over the radio as Kursed and Phantom both laugh. Kursed and Falco turn to the right and start to plague the Mygaran, blowing apart several cannon-pods and bunkers sticking out of the invincible armor of the mother-ship. Falco continues his fire on the right side as he's tailed by three Mosquitoes. Using her tractor beam, Kursed lifts one up while destroying the other two. Dragging the helpless ship with her, she grins as she arrives at the giant funnel on top of the X-1000.

'Please, don't kill me. I have a wife and family!'

'Get on your knees then!' commands Kursed ruthless.

'B...but, that's impossible! I can't kneel inside of this thi... AAAA!' screams the pilot as Kursed as heard enough apologies. With a somersault above the funnel, she release the ship at dead point. With an immense force, it blows up within the funnel, blowing it apart but not harming any of the X-1000's machinery. Numerous laser pods erupt for all sides and start firing on Kursed. She boosts away from the Mygaran as it fires it's X-1000 again. Phantom joins in her flight.

'Whew... that Mygaran is somewhat tough.'

'Don't worry about that Kursed. Let's focus on those ground forces shall we? The Mygaran is getting out of ammo.'

'How do you know?' joins Falco.

'Have you seen how much he wasted ammunition? I heard he was pissed because we took Tottom.'

'So... he's out of control?' wonders Kursed.

'Yup, that guy lost it.'

'Does that mean that we gotta stop?' remarks Falco.

'No... *grins* we're gonna make it worse. Let's bombard the living hell out of those guys! Hey, I can see Spectre.'

*Transmission*

Hey Spec. Need any help?

*slices a soldier open* Every bit helps. Where are you?

*Phantom flies over low* That answers your question?

Fuck you! You messed up my hair!

What? Those few tufts you have on your head? Don't be such a diva.

At least I have hair...

You know that that doesn't insult me at all, right?

Just wanted everyone to hear that.

Quit the joking and start focusing on the real deal will ya!?

*Ducks for a swing from Psycho* If you can keep that Psy-guy in the chains...

I released him Spec. He's your problem now.

You don't say?

*Transmission*

'That Phantom?'

'Yep, why?'

'Maybe you can identify that green guy.' proposes Troy.

'I heard that!' claims Phantom. 'Phantom out!'

'Be careful Phantom. Your equipment...'

'No need for that. *puts on his mask* Now, let's see how this will go...'

*Rebooting primary systems*

'Huh, why does that sound familiar?'

*Rebooting secondary systems*

'No way in hell...'

*Activating program PAL*

'PAL!'

'S..sir?'

'You have no idea how happy I'm to hear your voice again!'

'Emotional moment for you sir? Are... are you crying?'

'*wipes a small tear away* No... no I'm not. Shut that voice program of yours!'

Phantom looks down at the mysterious figure running towards the mob of HMEA.

'PAL, scan that guy!'

'Affirmative... DNA scan shows it... it is Fox McCloud!'

'Fox!? You sure you ain't shit in your receptors again?'

'I couldn't be more positive.'

*Another persona? Wait, that guy... that the rest were talking about when I was out...*

While wondering, he can see that the HMEA is indeed canned in. With Starfox firing on the right and Troy, MAdonis, Spectre and Psycho on the left while he, Kursed and Falco are committing carpet-strikes on the troops. All seen, by the watching eye of Myran Montreal. Having an immense tough time to remain restrained, he gets a report on the situation on the battlefield.

'Sir, the stats.' says one of his workers, handing Myran a tablet. The time reads 23:14 and the HMEA casualties are standing on 9555 precisely. Ammunition count is at 55%.

*Hum, not bad. But that was a half hour ago. Let's see if...* he thinks as he presses the update button. The time resets to 23:46 and the casualty rate is risen, big time. His eyes spring open wide, almost popping out of their eye-sockets.

'No...' he states soft, looking at 115600 casualties on his side and the ammunition count standing at 0.001%. 'No... NO.. NOOOOOOOOO!' he screams as he rises out of his throne. With that, ripping out the cord connecting his headset to all HMEA radio channels. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the death toll rise again as Hammerhead crashes into the ground. 'AAAAAARGH!' he roars as he grabs the rails of his throne and rips it out of the floor. He turns around and throws it through the window, strong enough the withstand even the power of a nova bomb. Spectre fires five darts into a soldier while Psycho splits open another one's head. The both get out the way when they hear an odd sound coming their way. The chair crashes into the ground and bounces off into the the crowd. Parasite claws and bashes his way through to see the chair coming at him.

*That Myran's secret weapon? His throne? How pathetic.* He lifts his right arm, coughs up a black blob and holds it in his right paw. He looks right through it as he holds the ball between him and the approaching throne.

'Bam!' he shouts as the throne bursts into little pieces. He makes a fist as his paw is hauled in the black goo as he rips out some soldier's spine. His un-psychotic behavior hinders him from doing anything odd with it. Speaking of odd:

Tyson is still laying on the ground knocked out. A sudden shiver runs through his body as he wakes up scared.

'Largh!' he roars. He immediately grabs his head. 'Argh, what a headache! That Adonis knocked me down pretty good. Wait, how the fuck do I know his name? *headache intensifies* Ack! I... I h..have to contact *pain* Myran...' he moans as he crawls towards his earphone.

In the meantime pretty calmed down Myran, is standing with his back to the broken window.

*Parasite, Adonis, Starfox and Johnny Rogers. I will destroy you all.*

'Commander, we have an update on Tyson.'

'He's alive!?'

'Yes he is, but something is off.'

'Like what?'

'His heartbeat is getting out of control! It stops and then it goes up to 300! Brain activity is draining but also increasing, meaning...'

'He's changing! The same as with the Feralythe! NOOO! Give me Tyson!'

'Commander, he's faster than you. I have him on the private commline.'

'Transfer him... NOW!'

*Transmission*

Tyson?

M...master... I... I...

Shhh! Take it easy my student. Tell me, everything.

I... I feel strange... headache... memories disappearing.

Tyson, don't give in!

I... I will *pain* not g..give in. But..

No buts Tyson. You have to hold on!

*Sir, his DNA is changing! Gender as well, for whatever reason. There's no going back!*

No, TYSON!

I..I tried... M..master My..Myran.

*Transmission*

'Tyson? Tyson!? TYSON!' yells Myran desperate over the commline, hearing nothing but static on the other side.

*Show me the meaning of being lonely plays*

Myran falls to his knees at the same time that Tyson's face slams on the dirty ground of Macbeth. Tears sprout out of Myran's eyes for the very first time as he starts raging about everything. Agony turns into blood-lust, sorrow into murder as his hands slowly drip from his tear-infested face. 'LAAAAAAARGH!' With a giant roar, he turns into a human flamethrower as he spits out a blackened fire-storm up in the air before rising again. He turns around and starts approaching a vault. He slams away an in the way standing soldier, breaking through every steel wall and eventually the external armor of the Mygaran itself. He plummets to his dead as the loud *crack* noise is heard by everyone on the battlefield.

'Wow, Myran has gone ape-shit?' wonders Spectre.

'Seems to be...' comments Psycho, splitting a HMEA soldier's head in two.

Myran isn't done. Every footstep he makes, corrodes the steel floor under him, leaving hissing prints behind. He rips the door of the vault off and sees his Feralythe being held in his place by two metal claws. He grabs the top one and pull the gun and the vault with everything holding on to it with it. He melts away everything else stuck to it and pushes a small button on the wall next to the ripped out vault. A square pedestal comes from the ground, having two leather belts attached to it. He slams the heavy weapon on it and thugs it tight with the belts. He kneels before the weapon's core as he sets it in overload.

'Commander, I...I don't think it's a good idea too...'

With a stale face, he turns his head towards the employee daring to oppose him. He opens his mouth as his pupils turn into drip, turning the employee into ash by unleashing another fire-storm, also burning through the external armor of his own ship.

'NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT I CAN'T DO!' he states as he turns his face back again. 'To defeat an animal, you need to become the ANIMAL ITSELF! HIT ME, MY BEAUTIFUL FERALYTHE. BLOW ME AWAY!'

The handle on the right is pulled to the back, overloading the weapon's core. Myran roars as the claws unfold and blast his face with a charged blast. All those on the battlefield and in all ships see nothing but purple for a split-second before the whole Mygaran is enveloped in a purple aura.

'What is Myran doing over there?' wonders Troy, quickly ducking as a HMEA soldier is thrown his way. It's wasn't Psycho, he's somewhere else smacking others with hammer-part. He can see that as he points his odachi towards the direction where the soldier came from. A large shadow overhauls him as his sword's tip clings against the steel chains around Parasite's hips. With an unsettling smirk on his wolf-like face, he offers Troy his paw. Seeing something of Fox in Parasite's red eyes, he accepts the offer as Parasite lifts him on his feet.

'You know what Myran is up too?' asks Troy.

'No idea. But it can never be good. That purple isn't a good sign.' assures Parasite while he senses that Krystal comes running towards them. She is already holding another weapon, a scavenged assault rifle which she puts to good use. He also senses an odd feeling, something recognizable up in the air.

Adonis flies over the mass while his other teammates are busy bombarding the rest. *PARASITE!? It... it can't be. And, that blue vixen... no way!*

'Huhuhuhuhuhu...' is heard faintly as the smoke pulls away from the disoriented Myran. The air is filled with purple smog as he stumbles back and hits the wall. But it isn't with his back, something else hits it first. Trying to rub in his eyes with his right hand, he actually claws his own face open.

'AARGH! What the fuck?' he shouts in pain as he looks at his right arm. But isn't his arm anymore. His hand is changed into a blood-red and black claws as a shield is formed going up from end of the upper arm to far above his shoulder. He looks behind him and sees two long tails build up out of small orbs. At every end, a big orb with two scythe-blades at the end. The blades from an open scissor form starting from the middle. With a twitch from his eyes, they even act like scissors cutting through anything. Gigantic batwings fold out as he tries out his new tail-weapons. The scythes on both tails cuts through the floor with ease without getting a scratch themselves. Purple fluids drips from the tips.

'WHAHAHAHAAHA! Bring it on pathetic animals!' he shouts as he runs towards the window, snatching the Feralythe with him. Every step triggers a small shock as he upholds his shield and breaks the entire window to pieces. The rain makes him a water surrounded comet as he slams on the ground, taking Cloudy's fighter along with him. Krystal, Parasite and Troy are the only ones not busy enough to notice it. After the pieces whipped up by the shock wave have fallen down on the ground again, they can clearly see Myran balancing on one of his tails, with a smirk on his face and his arms folded, holding the Feralythe in his left hand. His right wing grabs the KO'ed Tyson as he holds it close to him like a mother caring for her baby. His free tail strokes his pale face as Tyson's breathing stagnates a little.

'What the fuck are you!?' shouts Troy.

'I have become your nightmare!' comments Myran.

Troy aims for him but his blaster is slammed out of his paws by Myran's free tail. His balancing tail is also lifted as Myran lands softly on the ground. The surprised Troy is then smacked away by the blunt end of the other tail, sliding through the surface whipping up stone and dust alike. He flies up with a flap from his wings and prepares all scythes. They all hook Troy with his arms to the ground as Myran prepares the Feralythe.

'See goodbye too your Madison, Troy Groomes!' threatens Myran at the desperate Troy. The Feralythe fires its beam but it is interrupted by Parasite claiming: 'Try me, fuckface!' The blast burns his stomach as he's blown away. Troy escapes from Myran's grasp by stabbing his odachi in the left tail. Myran laughs evil, not even feeling a single thing and not giving a shit about Troy.

'Parasite is down, meaning that Fox is down. Now... what makes Fox even more down hum?'

He scans around the field and finds Krystal in his cross-hairs.

'Gotcha bitch!' he shouts as he aims the Feralythe at Krystal. 'Let's see how Fox likes it to be married to his future pet!'

'No way in hell Myran!' shouts Adonis landing in front of Krystal. He opens his left paw as the purple beam is fired towards him. He catches it in the open paw and reflects it back at Myran. He uses his right wing to block that beam. Unfortunately, Tyson is still in this wing. Since the Feralythe was reflected, its effect is as well. This increases Tyson's changing tempo drastically, as he glows bright white with yellow stripes all around. His length shrinks as his ears and nose start to grow. Odd tattoos appear as his stretch-suit turns into the ceremonial clothing of the planet of Adonis's kind: an Ackanian. The still Tyson, breaths out a small orb: his life as Myran lets him go from his wing. Tears burst out again as he sees Tyson, his best student turn into an Ackanian vixen dressed like a queen. (Same as Krystal in SF: Adventures.) Due to religious matters, she wears an elegant hooded robe.

'Jade, you're complete.' claims Adonis, focusing on the emotional unstable Myran, who holds the orb in his hand. He envelops it in his fist and in an act of vile rage and sorrow, he charges at Adonis, spitting at the fire from his mouth, sticking out his scythes as well.

*Not a smart move Myran!* thinks Adonis as forms a circle by making one with his index finger. Johnny comes out and he punches Myran away.

'Told you ass-face! Black belt in MMA and professional wrestler! That was me! *turns to Adonis and slams him on the back* Thanks for your help pal.'

The punch is that hard, that he actually flies right in the Mygaran. He slams against the wall as his upgrades disappear from his body and splits the back of his head open.

'Keep your head together Myran.' comments Adonis sarcastically.

Almost at the ceiling, he falls face down on the floor. Spectre executes the last remaining HMEA soldier as the group comes together. Parasite turns into Fox again as the group forms a circle. Troy has a slight headache as the rest lands some distance away. Krystal recognizes Adonis.

'Adonis?' she asks.

The two come closer. 'Krystal... is that you? I barely recognized you in your new blistering outfit and... wedding ring? Who's the lucky one?'

'That would be me.' states Fox proud.

'Parasite!?'

'No... me. Fox!'

'Yes, I know. But Parasite is there as well, isn't he?'

Suddenly, a holographic image from Parasite appears next to Adonis, scaring him a little.

'You wanted to speak to me Adonis?'

'Parasite, never thought to be seeing you again.'

'Okay, okay. Can someone please tell what is going on?' asks Fox confused.

'You go ahead Parasite.' leads Adonis.

'Alright then. I'm not a persona that you have developed. In fact, I'm what my name suggests: a parasite. I latch unto those needed for help, in this case you Fox. I met Adonis on his planet, helping against Myran. Apparently he thought I died over there.'

'That's why you said 'meeting an old friend over there'.' connects Falco.

'Took you that long to realize?' insults Phantom coming closer to the group with Kursed at his side.

'Is that clone of yours?' asks Adonis to Krystal.

'EXCUSE ME!?' shouts Kursed.

'Erhm... Adonis, this is my alter Kursed.'

'Interesting. And, uh... *points at Phantom* you are?'

'I'm the lucky guy that gets to be with her, I'm Phantom.' he introduces as he puts his right arm around Kursed.

'For some reason, I can feel you guys are made for each other. Fox, you are one lucky guy. You have an awesome team and Krystal is an awesome girl. *looks behind him and smiles* Almost as awesome as her.' he states as the hologram of Parasite needs to make place for the transformed Tyson: Jade.

'Starfox, I introduce Jade, my future wife.'

'Uuuh... you know that is Tyson, right?' verifies Falco.

'Who is Tyson?' wonders Jade.

'No one important Jade. He's no longer with us.'

'I'm still with us!' shouts Johnny out of nowhere, drunk from the beer.

'Who is this freak?' comments Phantom.

'I'm Johnny *looks over to Krystal* and you're beautiful. Married huh?' he breaths his in Krystal's face. The stench is even worse than Cloudy's ever was. 'You know... I know you hear this a lot, but if you were a boogie, I would pick you.'

If Phantom's ears could deflate, they would defiantly do.

'Worst... pickup line... ever...' states Phantom as he facepalms himself. Jokingly, Johnny throws an empty beer can against Phantom's face.

'Ww..What the fuck man!?'

As others glare at Johnny, he starts to realize the big picture. *They don't like me it seems. What can I do? Think, you have been to the Houston University!*

He looks over to Panther and then to another can of beer. *Wait, they all hate Panther!* That moment of clarity, is put to good use as he shoves the can up Panther's ass. Panther screams in agony as all the team members laugh.

'That's gotta be painful. I take back what I just said, you're a good guy Johnny.' laughs Phantom.

'So, I can borrow your chick then?'

'Don't cross that line!'

Before it can turn into a real argument, Joey comes closer. He's barely hurt from his plane crash and carries Panther with him. Not feeling so compassionate about Panther anymore, he simply drops him on the ground.

'Aaah...' he states relieved. 'I think you forgot this asshole?'

'Yeah... thinks for reminding us Cloudy.' nags Troy.

Krystal notices the beaten up Panther. 'Hum, apparently your personality is finally reflected by your looks Panther.'

'Would you just shut up, you whore!'

Insulted, Krystal takes a step back where Fox walks towards him.

'And now something I wanted to do ever since you first started hitting on my Krystal.' he states as he makes a fist. 'THIS!' He grabs Panther's collar, punches him twice in the kidney's and ends with a hook to the face.

'That, was all me. Parasite nor Syxx had anything to do with it.' he claims, casting off his right paw.

'Thanks for standing up to me Fox.' flirts Krystal.

'Nothing more than I ever wanted to do. I restrained myself for you.'

'VOMIT!' shouts Spectre, breaking the atmosphere in the tiniest pieces possible.

Like three more comets, the other team members of Adonis land behind him. All rise and walk towards the group, Beowulf up front. He's wearing nothing more than a long, black leather body-warmer with two belts running down from his shoulders, possibly for weapon storage. Similar (to Wolf) shoulder-pads and kneepads are seen. The rest of his clothing isn't spectacular.

'Fox McCloud.' he shouts. 'That was a magnificent battle!'

'Uhm... why is Wolf here? And why does his voice sound like a knight from the middle ages?' asks Falco. The blaster he's holding his hand is immediately shot out of his hand by the quick reflection of Beowulf. Realizing that rage took over, he calms himself again as he holsters his blaster again.

'I'm sorry for that unconventional falling out.' he apologizes nicely. 'Falco Lombardi, I'm do apologize if I have hurt you in any way. It is just that I get compared to my little brother to many times and I don't like that.'

'Why not?' wonders Phantom. 'You practically do the same.' he concludes. Beowulf looks up the two foxes. He takes interest in Kursed as he bows before her.

'Aaah... the mysterious yet deadly bounty hunter Kursed. Minstrels have sung your adventures and legends a lot in the Montreal system. It is a real honor to finally meet you.' he compliments humbly.

Kursed blushes a little while Phantom thinks it's another weak adornment. 'And to answer your question, boyfriend of Kursed...'

Phantom is happy that Beowulf acknowledged that. 'Phantom, call me Phantom good man.'

'Ah... Phantom than. Yes, my deceased little brother and I shared our work in some aspects. It is just that he thought that being evil and a criminal was 'the real thing'. No, the hard part is being good. Being evil is simple: you just go crazy and destroy, rob and plunder. But being good is always troublesome. That's why Wolf is nothing more than some weak memory of mine. A memory, I wish to never be reminded of again.' he ends.

Phantom gives him a 'not bad' look.

'I sense a lot of love in this team. Fox McCloud and Krystal, Troy and Madison Groomes, Phantom and Kursed and Adonis and Jade. But I also sense hatred, a forgotten soul...

Beowulf looks over to Spectre, standing next to Phantom. He punches his fist on his left eye (where Spectre has his scope) and than on his heart.

'From a war veteran to another, I salute you Corporal Dillinger.'

'Why did you push on your heart?'

'Private Second Class O'Donnell, MIA in the battle of the Katina during the Lylat wars. *opens his body warmer* I got shot in the heart.'

What Beowulf shows to Spectre but also to Phantom, since Beowulf also saw Phantom's breathing device, is a mechanical heart, looking like an Aparoid infection, without the gore coming along with it.

'Ironically, I didn't receive a purple heart for that one. Well, enough pity. Let me introduce you to my teammates. Adonis, you have met already.'

Stamping towards them, comes a big gorilla. 'This is Mtomp (Em-tomb). He doesn't talk much. Prefers to just do things rather than have a chit-chat about it. And the other one is Maul.'

A grey warthog with large tusks running under his nose stands next to Beowulf.

'We are kinda like you Starfox. Except, we don't operate under a name. We don't fly in any kind of ship. We trust on our own capabilities. Our legend is known throughout the Montreal system. We came to Lylat, simply following Myran's trail.'

Inside the Mygaran, Myran lays on the floor, looking dead with the back of his head split open.

*Keep your head together* spooks through his head. His left hand makes a fist as the right one claws into the steel floor. He does this with his left hand as well and so crawls on, leaving a blood trail behind.

'I... I've spent a lifetime... planning out your destruction Fox McCloud. Y..you think you can just get aw *pain* away? Argh, con...contact the Queen. Tell... tell her to a..active the TROL. Do it! Now!'

This shows again how strong a madman is and how annoying it is to destroy him. What is the TROL any way? Well, with new members to the Starfox team, nothing can defeat them, right?

Apologizes to my pal in Holland again. I still didn't introduce his character Brady O'Connor. I'm so fucking sorry: Next chapter. Immense thanks to TroyGroomes and Razorblade88 for Troy and Madison/Adonis and Johnny Rogers.