Myran isn't dead yet, but everything around him is. What is his last trump?
Chapter 11: SF Members, ASSEMBLE!
'Argh!' moans Myran as he grabs onto the pedestal. 'FUCK! My head...'
He looks over to his left hand and snaps this fingers. A small, black flame engulfs the fingertip of his left index finger. 'Keep your head together... fucking Adonis... my Tyson... everything I had... gone.' he claims as he uses the flame to weld the two parts of his skull back together. 'AARGH! #$% ! Animal assfucks!'
Still laying on the ground while the leftovers of the welding procedure form the stitches slowly bringing the two halves together.
'Give me a screen... NOW!' he commands. A terrified and confused employee comes closer, handing Myran his tablet. Myran looks up to the man as he walks back towards his chair and computer monitor. Myran notices that everyone around is afraid of him, not in the way Myran meant in the first place. Instead of being compassionate, he states: 'Oh, for FUCK's sake in the unholy hell! Stop bitching out you maggots! Grow up! THIS(!), is war. Get used to it.' he ends as he grumbles on inarticulately.
He opens up the fingerprint lock on the tablet. As it starts up, he looks on the back, seeing the Apple logo.
*Apple! What's wrong with my own brand!? Such a waste of money... the logo alone already costs $5000 while the machinery and operating system are outdated.*
The tablet has finally started up as he opens the radio communication between him and Johnny. *That drunken piece of miserable shit! I took care of him when his family got burned away in front of very eyes by inviting him to join the HMEA! Of course, saying that anthropomorphs started this war and not because of an oil/fuel crisis, was a little far-fetched but still. Media was out, televisions were broken and air was poisonous. They needed a scapegoat and I gave them one! I gave everyone a new life and they embraced it! That they are backing down all of sudden, is of no trouble. *Hehehehe*, I have enough...' he nods towards the room outside of the bridge, where large and heavy machinery is heard rumbling and puffing out hot steam.
*You think I milked out the animals alone? Muhuhuhuhu...*
Meanwhile outside:
The Starfox team, accompanied by the Groomes, Panther, Spectre, Phantom, Kursed, Johnny and the team without a name are still talking about the battle. Johnny is slowly regaining some of sanity as the alcohol begins to dry out. As he brings up the subject of sticking a can up Panther's ass, everyone laughs again. Until the ring, he won during the Super Bowl back on earth some years ago, starts to shake.
'What the...'
Before he can react, he can hear Myran laugh, which degrades the entire team's laughter.
'Okay, who is the buzz-kill over here?' demands Falco.
'I recognize that laughter... it.. it can't be. Right Johnny? I mean you slammed him right back into his own ship and I sensed his head split open in two!' states Adonis.
'Is it Myran!?' asks Fox. Adonis nods.
'Son of a bitch!' insults Troy, still feeling that smack to his face as he sits down to give himself some rest.
'Are you okay Troy?'
'Yeah... yeah, geh. I.. I'm fine Madison. Thanks for asking.'
'You sure?' verifies Psycho, surprising everyone with his sudden compassion.
'What?' wonders Psycho. 'Oh! I see... cause I weld a monster maul, have self-inflicted wounds and I'm not quite right in the mind, I can't be compassionate to only people who accept me for who I'am? Fuck you guys, seriously. Fuck you!'
'Is he always like this?' whispers Fox into Phantom's ear.
Phantom shakes his head. 'Never seen this side of him. It seems... that even the craziest of the craziest needs friendship.' he replies as Psycho helps Troy up.
'I can understand that.' joins Beowulf. 'Having great allies is sometimes a lot better than going to a lone gun.'
'Tell me about that. I thought I had to fight those Anglars all by myself.' remembers Fox.
'Thanks for saving our asses back there Psy. You are not that bad you know?' compliments Troy.
'Well, no thanks. How's your head doing Madison?'
'It's not as bad as Troy's, believe me on that one.'
The laughter sounds again.
'Where is that piece of shit!?' shouts Joey.
'You mean Myran?' verifies Slippy.
'YES, you dumb toad. YES, him!' remarks cynical.
'Why do you want to nail that guy?' wonders Falco.
'If he broke your ship in two, would you want revenge, or would you just cry like a little bitch?'
'Are you calling me a little bitch!?' feels Falco insulted as walks toward Joey. Kursed' staff comes between the two.
'Quit it you two! We got some better things to do than seeing how you two fight.'
'Piss off cursed bitch!' reacts Falco irritated. She stares with her black irises into Falco's soul, scaring him to death.
'Let that be a warning...' she threatens.
'HAHAHA! Afraid for a chick, eh Falco?' As Kursed now stares to Joey, his laughter slowly sips away.
'Eeeeeh... Phantom, can you please thug the leech on that girl?'
Phantom's eyes open up wide as he slowly brings an awkward smirk on his face, cause he certainly knows what will happen if he doesn't 'thug' her leech.
'Kursed, take it easy...' he says as he places his paws on the shoulder of the already smoking Kursed. Phantom could swear that flames started to engulf the staff. 'He's not worth it, save some for Myran.' he advises, slowly bringing Kursed with him.
Again, the laughter sounds and the ring around Johnny left ring finger is shaking like never before.
'Uhm, you guys see this as well, right?' hopes Johnny.
Suddenly, the ring breaks in half as it thuds on the ground. Out of the broken open parts of the ring, green beams come out as they scan the entire team before coming together to form Myran's face.
'Hahahaha! Hello Starfox and friends.'
'Myran!'
'Yes, me. Duh... the reason why I'm still alive, is because I'm immortal!'
'You bluff!' shouts Adonis.
'Ah, yes. Indeed, I do. Doesn't matter, not that you're gonna live to see me die any way.'
'Calling your bluff again Myran?' wonders Phantom. 'We know about your ammo shortage. You have nothing anymore!'
'True, I, have nothing anymore. On board!'
'What the fuck are you talking about?'
Myran looks over to his left, to see the Groomes.
'Troy Groomes... I almost had you. You too, will not survive.'
'Just get to the point Myran!' demands Fox.
'Sure triplet vulpine. Point, hehehehe... funny. I'll see your demise soon.' he states as he ends the communication.
'What was that all about?'
'My ring...' sips Johnny. 'Grrrr... I will murder him!'
Psycho lifts Panther up by his shock collar and whispers this in his ear: 'If Myran throws a surprise at us, you'll act as a shield for you keepers, okay?'
'Or else?'
The monster maul comes closer to Panther's throat. 'You know...' assures Psycho.
'QUEEN!' yells Myran.
'This is the HMS The Queen at your service Commander Montreal.'
'Spare me the military bullshit! Ready the Final Frontier!'
'Wha... what? We barely have anything left!'
'Uh... we still got this one, don't we? Now, be a nice girl and prepare the TROL for me, okay?'
'No...'
'What "no"?'
'No... I'm not going to do that Commander.'
Myran's expression turns angry. 'That... is... an... ORDER!'
'You can't give any orders to those who aren't loyal to your cause anymore Montreal. The Queen is out.'
'Queen? QUEEN! Motherfucker! Defectors! All of them! How many rounds for the X-1000!?'
'Our scans show there is room for one more beam at 115% power.' reports an employee.
'READY IT!'
*Transmission*
*whispering* Starfox? Fox McCloud?
Huh? Who is this?
This is the commander of the other ship, The Queen.
*A girl?* You sound scared... what's going on over there?
Myran has gone insane!
*Tell me something I don't know already.*
Shut up Phantom. Continue please...
He wants me to activate our secret weapon. It will annihilate everything!
Everything!?
Well, at least this planet. You must stop him!
We'll do. But... aren't you on his side?
Hehe... not every human is like Myran. I feel guilty that I believed my mother, who was full of Myran's bullshit.
So, you deserted?
Yep! If... uh... it's possible, can I join you guys?
Uhm... I guess...
*Fox, what's going on?*
The commander of the other ship is sick of Myran and wants to be on our side, Krystal. How about your crew?
They were the ones remembering that I was human, not a bringer of an entire holocaust on your species.
*Took you a long time too release that...*
Quit bitching Falco!
Hehe... thanks Fox. Hey, how... how is Johnny doing...? *giggle*
Johnny?
Yes... he's kinda cute...
Well, why don't I give him to you then?
NONONONONO... please, don't. I...I'm too nervous.
*Claver love. Nothing more pure than that.*
*Amen to that Beo.*
*If you are not religious Phantom, than I suggest you don't use that word.*
Geh... of course you can join on our side. What is your name?
My name is Paula Newman. Myran likes to see my as his little girl... in fact... he did *shiver*
Paula Newman, you, your ship and your crew must get out of Macbeth, right now. Neglect Myran and yourselves to safety.
Copy that Starfox. The Queen at your service.
*Transmission*
'The Queen at your service...' It echoes through the Mygaran's bridge.
'Paula... my little girl. Abandoning me... for those ANIMALS! Schmutzige Schweinhunden! The X-1000, NOW!' he commands, already standing on his feet.
'Sir, the Queen is deserting her designated position! GPS track shows it's on its way towards a nebula known as Sector Z!'
'To meet on a secure location, far from me. Of course. Aim the X-1000 at her!'
'But... I thought she was your little...'
'WAS!' brags Myran. 'She WAS... my little girl. Now, a traitor. She'll never got lucky with Johnny. She started flirting with him some years ago... under my eyes. But Johnny, he was never really interested in her. At least, not in the beginning... That must be one of the main reasons Johnny hates me. I don't care, then he will hate me even more after this!'
As Fox sees the Queen slowly ascends, he also sees the X-1000 turn to it's left.
'Shit! QUEEN!'
'Interrupt that signal!' commands Myran, now sitting on a new throne.
*static*
'FUCK!' shouts Fox as he watches helpless as the indestructible X-1000 fires its beam right into the left side of the Queen. As everything around it slowly degrades into mush, the Mygaran ascends itself.
'PAULA!' screams Johnny. 'FUCKING MYRAN!'
'Myran you fucking asshole!' comes Adonis up. 'You have destroyed to many lives already! It's time to stop your sorry fuck-ass!'
'Well, thanks Adonis...' thanks Johnny. Adonis nods.
'Adonis.' states Beowulf. 'Are you coming with us?'
'For some old friends, defeating Myran. Absolutely!' he states as he puts his helmet back on and envelops his visor. Jade clings on to his arm.
'Be careful my prince.'
'I will. For you, I will my dear Jade.' he states as the wings clap out of jet-pack. He kisses her before putting on his oxygen mask. 'Fox, take care of her in the time I'm gone, will you?'
'Sure I will Adonis.'
'Me too Adonis.' joins Krystal. 'Consider it my thanks for your services on Cerinia.'
'Cloudy!' states Beowulf without looking at him. 'You come with us as well. Your talents are getting wasted over here.' he commands as he hands over his reserve equipment.
'Consider that one taken Beo.' he quickly replies as he puts the helmet on as well.
'Yo!' shouts Psycho all of the sudden. 'You wouldn't have some reserves, do you?'
'Why do you ask?' wonders Beowulf.
'Well, that Myran fuck dared to touch my friends and I wanna make him pay directly! Where it hurts!'
'Psy, aren't you a little overprotective?'
*Maybe* he thinks, not reacting to Troy's comment. *I own everything to the Groomes. I won't let that Myran get away with that!*
Mtomp throws him a jet-pack and an oxygen mask. He retracts his maul back up his sleeve and holsters his gun before joining the now 6-man team in their flight towards the Mygaran, already out of the atmosphere.
'Should we look for survivors in that... uh... wreck?'
'I don't think there are gonna be any survivors Phantom. I admire your optimism, but there's nothing we can do.' concludes Fox with a deep sigh. 'Well, we should get after that Myran as well. Peppy, ready the Great Fox. We're HASSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!' screeches through the commline.
'Argh! Spectre, what the fuck!?'
'What are you looking at me like that? I know mine sounded exactly the same, but it wasn't me. I swear!'
*NOPE! That would be Myran!* sounds through the air.
'Awesome eh? Transmission through the static that the wind, vacuum of space and air bring with them. Look up in the sky please.'
The team looks up in the air as their faces become pale when they see how an immense half egg-like cannon grips onto the planet with four smaller claws, triggering an earthquake that downs the team. It's underbelly opens and reveals a large red orb, as big as 10 Mygaran's, charging up. Energy beams run from the flattened top towards it.
'Ever seen something this big Starfox? WHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! Of course not! This, is the TROL! Project Final Frontier! Face your obliteration, again! FOR GOOD THIS TIME!'
'Myran you son of a bitch! What is that monstrosity?'
'Cause you ask nicely Fox, this is the TROL, a planetary cannon able to destroy any planet of any sort. *Explosion* Motherfucker... sorry, but your friends are plaguing my ship from the inside out. *turns away* Kill those fudgeheads! Geesh... *turns back* Excuse my now sudden interruption Starfox and clan, but if you gotta do a clean up on your ship, you best as well do it yourself. *rises from his throne and walks away* incompetent personnel... fucking assholes...'
'Beowulf again? Always in the right spot, at the right time. You know what I think? I think he somehow knew this was gonna happen and he flew away.' concludes Falco.
Phantom, not believing his ears again, replies by facepalming himself again as he says: 'And how about Adonis and Psycho then, smartass?'
'Simple. Thanks to moi, Adonis realized that Jade is still a transformed, ugly-ass Tyson and left her behind. Psycho, will that's fairly clear. He got crazy again because of all the action going on and he simply wanted more. The Groomes are his excuse.'
Jade, offended by Falco's bragging, steps on his toes in anger. 'You really am one big asshole you know that Falco!?' she insults. Troy simply states: 'Thanks Jade. Took some work out of my hands. Talking about Psycho, don't you ever go as far as saying that he used us! Psycho might be... well... psycho... but not like that.'
'Keep those insults to yourself Falco and get a life, instead fucking about everyone else's.' bites Madison.
'Lesson for the future Falco: Shut your beak!' tips Phantom.
The ground starts to shake again as a small (like on top of the Kremlin towers) peak comes out of the flattened top of the TROL. The top opens and starts to absorb sunlight as roots coming from the giant claws suck the minerals out of Macbeth's core. The energy beams turns red as well as the thing itself starts to shake as well.
'Can we all just focus on getting out of here alive!?' breaks Kursed.
'There is no way we will be able to reach the Great Fox in time. Either we're gonna be extremely lucky and that thing will miss us, or someone has a plan!'
*Syxx, Parasite, anything?*
*This is gonna suck balls Fox.*
*I can't you guys along with me. I'm a parasite, not a ghost.*
*Great, so we're fucked?*
*It seems so... wait, where is Kyla?*
*Didn't you see that? Apparently PAL isn't the only one with shit in his receptors... Kyla is going to be the soul survivor of this debacle. She vanished again.*
*It's something...*
Kursed suddenly remembers that her staff is able to create a force field. She stabs it into the ground. 'Everyone, come closer. It's at least something...'
Phantom embraces Kursed as Fox and Troy do the same with their loved ones. Drunk and not thinking quite clear, Johnny starts to hug Falco, who pushes him away.
'What the fuck man?'
'Dude, I just had a tough time. My ring fell to pieces, my 'maybe' girlfriend is gone, I'm a drunk and I'm(!) drunk! Please dude...'
Seeing somewhat of innocence, Falco grumpily accepts it, but not before pulling Spectre, whose holding Jade, closer to him. He puts Spectre's right arm on his back, right between Johnny and himself. Johnny's left arm, also covers Jade's left shoulder partially.
*An eye for an eye Adonis. You helped me, and I'll help you!*
'I don't think this is gonna work Fox!' doubts Fox.
'Have faith Falco! We'll get through this! *I hope...*
The cannon and the planet start to shake harder than ever before as electric bolts shoot all over the TROL as it seems to slowly crumble apart under its own power. The bolts are a pain for the sensitive ears as all vulpines, birds and frogs cover their ears.
'That pain, is unbearable!' shouts Phantom, barely breaking through the sounds of the bolts.
'Pain redefined... a little to 'redefined'.' comments Spectre.
'What are you fucking talking about?' wonders Johnny, hearing like a normal human.
In the meantime on the Mygaran:
*Small arms fire and explosions*
'Argh! CLOUDY!' shouts Beowulf seeking cover behind a fallen over table. Cloudy rolls out of an automatic door right of Beowulf and blasts two soldiers before coming closer to him.
'What's up?' he asks as pops a water bottle open.
'We need to get to the bridge. Any idea how?'
'Hmmm...*gulp* *glup* Aaaah, Water(!), ahum, we're in the cafeteria right now... so the bridge shouldn't be far.' he claims as he looks over Beowulf. He sees an air vent and the pipeline goes out of the cafeteria.
'I got an idea. Create a diversion so I can get to that vent up there.'
'That's a can do! Maul, Mtomp, get rid of them!'
Heavy sounds are heard from the kitchen on Joey's and Beowulf's left side as Mtomp rampages right through the defenses set up by the crew. Maul uses a big piece of wreckage as a shield against the bullet-storm coming from an improvised entrenched position as he runs towards it. Like a riot shield, he bashes the gunner down before hooking him onto his right tusk, growling for more.
'That's your mark Graystripe. Move your ass!' commands Beowulf.
Joey uses the table where Beowulf is still taking cover to jump up towards the pipe and hooks on to it. He slams the vent in with his elbow and crawls into it.
*Transmission*
Beo, you there?
What is it Psycho?
Other than my maul is dripping blood, nothing is wrong. Still, I can't find the bridge on this thing.
Me neither. But Cloudy is trying to find it. He's in the shafts above our heads.
Better not be a fuck up...
Watch your language Psycho.
Sure... I will. *sigh* seen Adonis?
No, that great Ackanian warrior is someone I haven't seen since we landed.
Why are you talking like a knight?
The pure gentlemen, my dear Psycho.
I find it rather creepy...
Keep me posted if you find something.
That's a can do!
*Transmission*
*Holy shit it's dark in here!* thinks Joey, having crawled some meters already. *Better turn on light...* He reaches for his pockets on his flight-suit and grabs a lighter.
*What the hell? I don't smoke... oh wait, this is Beowulf's reserve. Does he smoke?* he thinks as he lights up the lighter.
'AAAH! *Mumble*' he screams before muffling his own mouth with his left paw. *Oh my fucking god... what is this!?* he thinks as what he sees before him disturbing, to see the least. Decapitated, mutilated and tortured bodies of humans and anthro's alike are spread around the entire shaft in front of him. Blood colors everything.
*Is this a dumping ground for failures? *notices someone familiar* and soldiers too!? Grrr.. this time Myran has gone to far.* he thinks as he crawls on, until he suddenly hears some soldiers running away from Myran's voice. He looks down through a vent and sees two soldiers running away from a room, appearing to be the bridge. Myran has just entered as the doors are now closed.
*Transmission*
Beowulf! I found our target! And he's even worse than we could ever think of...
What do you mean by that?
I found a dump inside of this shaft. It wouldn't surprise me if he has several more somewhere.
And with dump you mean...
Innocent civilians, soldiers, Cornerian but also HMEA, all are here.
Myran has gone to far already and now this . Mark the spot where you are now and await my signal.
*Transmission*
Joey reaches for his backpack and grabs his PDA, opening up the schematics of the Mygaran shaft-system and marks the point where he is now.
*Beep* 'Ah, Cloudy gave us the location. Maul, Mtomp, follow me. Psycho and Adonis will follow our trails soon. Let's go!' he commands as he slides over the table and runs towards the hallway leading towards the bridge. Joey tries to kick open the vent but the screws are oxygenated with the shaft itself. Blasting down the two soldiers from earlier, he walks calmly towards the door leading to the bridge. Like a gentlemen, he knocks on the door twice before putting his fingers between the gap of the door and ripping it open, to see the back of Myran's head. It's still glowing with the black stitches while his long black hair is formed in a ponytail. He's dressed in a brown trench coat with a fitting brown pants. The edges of the stitches are colored in red. He wears a glove on his left hand while he looks at his nails on his right hand. His eyes then see Beowulf behind him a small rear-window.
'Beowulf O'Donell. Finally, two men meet each other.'
'I'm not here for chit-chat Myran. I'm here to stop you!'
'Muhuhuhu... how noble. *turns around* You know, we are somewhat alike. You don't like wearing anything that covers your upper body to much. You want to show that your strength doesn't come from ships, lasers etc., but from yourself.'
'So?'
'Well, that makes two!' he states as he rips open his trench coat and throws it away over his throne behind him. His pale, en-strengthened body is shown. It shows no sign of becoming older.
'Who did you brought with you?'
'My team... something you seem to lack Myran Montreal.' He snaps his fingers, but instead of Mtomp and Maul, Joey finally breaks out and stands left of Beowulf. Maul and Mtomp appear a second later on Beowulf's right.
'That's it?' comments Myran disappointed.
A sudden bash is heard and shakes the bridge. A second, breaks right through the wall on the far right. Psycho jumps through the hole he made himself as he holds the monster maul on his right shoulder. A ring is formed on the far left and Adonis steps out. Myran gives an uncanny smirks as he cracks his fingers and stretches his glove.
'Bring it on.' he provokes, forming a black fireball on his left hand.
'Black magic Myran. Seriously?' nags Adonis.
'The color of your magic is the color of your soul. It fits you know?' he laughs.
'Enough! Let's settle this!' shouts Mtomp all of the sudden.
'Wow, first time I heard you speak since ever my friend.' states Beowulf.
'Let's just focus on him, shall we?'
Beowulf nods as the rest prepares their weapons and runs towards Myran. Myran charges at them as well. A large blood stain is splattered onto the window as the Mygaran flies off into space...
Back on Macbeth, the things aren't going so well. The TROL is preparing the destroy the entire planet while the only defense Starfox has is Kursed' force field.
'I'm not gonna die here!' states Phantom.
'Where then?' remarks Falco sarcastically.
'Shut your face!' shouts Phantom, still in pain because of the bolts.
'Everyone hold on! That thing is going to FIRE!' warns Fox. The entire team ducks, preparing for what is coming, when suddenly:
*Hey everybody!*
Fox opens one eye and can't believe his ears. He looks up towards the TROL and sees a vague silhouette appearing in the sky next to the egg-like weapon.
'CARSON!' he shouts.
'Yep, that's me Fox. Need some help?'
'Sure as hell I do!'
'Then here it is!' states Carson from the bridge. Looking out his window, he is being held in a round zero-gravity room of made of glass while everything else on the big bridge is empty and very white with black pillars in the form of a natural artform: Jugendstil. His arms and legs are spread out, like a cross, at pulled towards four pull-devices. Deviating from the direct connection will result in a move from either a cannon or any other weapon.
'Meet the invention of the new manager of the merged Space Dynamics and Phantom Ltd.: The Oblivion II. All shall face their obliteration!' he states as the Oblivion looks nothing like its old self. It transformed into a millipede with cannon pods everywhere. Its tail is formed like that of a scorpion. Between the fangs on the largest orb, is a docking and launch-bay. Its head is formed like that of a fire-ant as it crawls around in space as it curls around the weapon.
'You ready Brady?' asks Carson.
'Hell yeah mate!' answers the kangaroo with an Australian accent before being shot away by the tail, taking the orb with him. His Cornerian fighter plane has a standard green color but has a targeting computer underneath its belly and its engines are a lot faster than a normal one. He lands his fighter right before the team as the orb opens.
'Hey Fox. I'm Brady, your taxi to safety in case Carson fails. If you would be so kind...' he leads towards the open orb.
Without hesitation, the team steps in as Kursed retracts her force field in her staff before joining the rest as last. The ship flies away again, together with the Great Fox as it latches itself back on the tail. The team is happy to still be alive. However, when going to see Carson, they stand in front of a large, closed cargo door.
'Carson...' says Fox annoyed. 'You know how much I hate closed doors, right?'
'Sorry Fox, technical issues. But you can still help me. I need a black blob.'
'A what?'
'I... need... a... black... blob... please!'
Fox has his doubts, but coughs it up still, disgusting everyone around him, even Krystal.
'I...*burp* don't think I can get used to that Fox.'
'Don't worry Krystal. Hopefully this is the last time. *turns to the door* Okay, Carson, I got your blob.'
'Extraordinary! Now, put it in this trash can.' he says as a can comes out of the wall. Fox puts the blob in it and right away it retreats into the wall.
'Ah, a perfect example.'
'Can you explain what you need it?'
'Sure... as we speak, my 'teeth' are gnawing through the armor of the TROL. With the blob, I can clear its shields and offensive capabilities before I blow it to little bits and pieces!'
'Interesting. Can you let us in right now?'
'Of course. Forgot about it. *door opens* Geh, if I could slap myself, I would.'
'What do your mean "would"... what the fuck!?' shouts Fox.
'Oh great, another one I have scared to death. Didn't you tell them Brady?'
Brady shrugs. '*sigh* yes Fox, this how you will remind me for the rest of your life. A friend in a glass zero-gravity box with his hands and feet amputated, forever stuck to a live in this machine...' he sips.
'Couldn't the doctors...'
'No... they.. they couldn't. They gave up on me and put me in here. Brady *points at him and with that activating a cannon* cared for me in the meantime.
'Well, thanks Brady. You seem like a good guy.' compliments Fox.
'Thanks Fox. And may I say that admire your records at the Flight academy?'
'You go ahead. Carson, how is Myran's little weapon doing?'
'Nearly done... inserting the blob, and voilĂ , all systems are down on it. Retracting the milli-paws and we launch away.'
The Oblivion II 'jumps' away from the now disabled and devastated cannon, almost falling apart by itself.
'Time for the the death-blow... EAT LEAD AND SHIT BRICKS TROL PIECE OF SHIT!' he screams as he points all of his limbs forward, unleashing an entire barrage of cannonfire onto the TROL, leaving nothing left of it. Carsonl laughs manically over the destruction of the biggest weapon availible to the HMEA.
'WOOO! Well, that's done!' comments Phantom.
'Who was that?' asks Carson as he can't look behind himself.
'Many things have changed on our side as well Carson. Geh... I'm just glad we are all okay. The Starfox team, direct members or good friends/allies are all here. Troy, Madison, Carson, Brady, yes, you too and Johnny of course... thanks for being with us.'
'Such a complimentary person, aren't you Fox?' blushes Madison.
'Just doing what we like to do best Fox!' states Troy.
'Thanks for this great honor Fox. I won't let you guys down!'
'You got beer? Then I'm your man McCloud.'
'Don't forget about me!' calls Kyla out, suddenly appearing behind Phantom and Kursed.
Fox is getting a little emotional.
*Fox! Keep those tears in... otherwise... I'm gonna cry as well...*
*So you do have an emotional side Syxx? Interesting...*
*Shut up green misfit! I'm not crying, I'm happy that Kyla is back.*
*How happy?*
*FUCK YOU!*
'My friends... thank you...' he concludes at the Oblivion II and Great Fox fly away from Macbeth, in search for whatever Myran has left of himself and his fleet.
The Starfox team, complete and all, is ready to defeat Myran. But is he already defeated? Whose blood splatter was that on the window? Myran's or, from the 6-man team? Next chapter...
Thanks to Mumble1029 (if I'm right) for being number 3 to favorite my story! I luv u! (not gay)
