AUTHOR'S NOTES~~~ Hey guys I just did my research and found out that the Great Fox isn't a Battlecruiser, it's a dreadnaught. So yeah… enjoy peeps and don't forget to read the Author's Notes at the very bottom, it's very important.
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"Wait." Lt Belial said as he stopped on the middle of the stairwell.
"Lieutenant! We have no time for this! At any moment we're going to pull back!" Apollyon scolded.
Lt Belial shook his head. "No, there's something in there. Something I need to see."
"How-" Apollyon began but he cut her off and walked through the door anyway. The door opened up to a large room that was mainly white and had a bleached smell. By all the medical equipment, Lt Belial guessed that this was the medical wing and there was someone in the third bed on the right hand side. Belial didn't know how to explain it, but he felt like he had been this way before, and every time he had, he felt sad, remorseful. Like he was visiting a loved one's grave in a dream that he relived night after night after night.
Belial stepped slowly and quietly into the room. Thirty steps forward, fifteen right, and twelve down, until he came to the bed. In the bed laid a sleeping vulpine with tubes and wires inside him. There was a faint beeping noise as a machine measured his vitals ceaselessly. Belial looked down on the vulpine's face and smiled.
"So, this is where they've been hiding you." He chuckled triumphantly. "I always wondered if I killed you or not."
Apollyon walked up behind Belial and whispered. "Is it sleeping?"
Belial chuckled again. "Don't you recognize him?" He asked but Apollyon shook her head. "That's Fox McCloud, leader of Star Fox until I did this to him."
Apollyon's eyes widened. Fox McCloud had more kills than the rest of team Star Fox combined to date. He was given the nickname Demon Fox amongst the soldiers but she never thought she'd see him this way, so weak and fragile. His six month long coma deteriorated his muscles leaving him thin and skinny, his fur wasn't sleek and shiny, but sort of murky, like mud in a still pool. He was breathing on his own which meant he was stable and therefore still dangerous.
"What are you doing!" Belial snapped as he slapped Apollyon's gun out of her hand before she could pull the trigger.
"He's still alive! They can bring him back-" Apollyon snarled but Belial stopped her.
"If they could bring him back, they would have already. He's no more than a lifeless husk now, a trophy even." Belial said as his eyes flashed to Fox's unconscious body. "You wouldn't take away my greatest prize, aside from you, away would you?"
Apollyon picked her gun up off the ground. "I guess not." She replied haughtily.
Belial smiled and kissed her on the lips despite how sour she was with him at the moment for striking her hands. "I'm sorry love, I overreacted." He said softly and wrapped his arms around her. "I haven't slept in days because every time I try they'd wake me up and interrogate me. I'm on edge and I'm sorry for taking it out on you."
Apollyon sighed and couldn't help but accept his apology. He'd never hit her before, even playfully, before now. His excuse was valid enough to let this slide and she looked back into his brown eyes.
"I understand and I forgive you, this time." Apollyon added before he could get too happy.
"Thanks Farah." Belial still said with relief before he kissed her again. "Now please help me get him out of this."
"What!" Apollyon gasped.
"Krystal and Fox were close, just think of what it would do to her if we got him back to headquarters and they revived him. The entire Cornerian race would be demoralized knowing we're slowly killing their hero." Belial said as a wild glint shined in his eyes.
Apollyon couldn't argue with that and she holstered her side arm and moved to help Belial escort their prisoner of war away.
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Krystal threw her controls forward, lurching the Spirit forward and nearly blew out her damaged engines. Fortunately the Spirit held together and still held a burning desire to fight. With her elite flying skills, she managed to stay one step ahead of her previous tails and with Rawlings manning the gun in the rear, they were still alive.
The battle was a one sided bloodbath until the reinforcements from Katina and Zoness arrived. Now the humans were outnumbered and were being hunted down. The human fleet in space halted their orbital bombardment and now had their hands full dealing with the growing Cornerian fleets. Every minute, more ships from around the system arrived to defend their home-world. In comparison to most, the human fleet was rather small. In fact, the fleet was more of an invasion party for a lesser world where the Cornerian presence was minute.
"We're done here Rawlings. It's time we take the fight back to them." Krystal said as she downed yet another human Lancer bringing her kill count for the day to sixty four, most of which were human landing parties on the ground that the Cornerian Army were now routing back.
Rawlings only grunted in response as he tore holes into a Lancer that dared to try and follow them. The Lancer erupted into flames and spiraled into a skyscraper but shattered against the building's shields.
The blue vixen pulled back on the controls and turned the Spirit directly up. She then fired the engines as far as they could safely go and they proceeded to the battle above the planet. Krystal turned the gravity-diffuser down now that they were in space, which freed up a lot of energy towards weapons, shields, engines and other functions in the Spirit. Once they cleared the atmosphere the battle came into view.
Dozens of human Battlecruisers, Carriers, Dreadnaughts and Destroyers were unleashing Hell upon the masses of Cornerian ships. They held nothing back but the flood of Cornerian ships was overpowering them all the same. Krystal grinned evilly to herself as a Carrier's hull was pierced from port to starboard and exploded in a great sparse fireball. As Krystal got closer, she saw the swarms of Lancers battling Cloud Drakes and an occasional Spirit.
As Krystal rushed to the battle she noticed a trio of Lancers stalking a lone Cloud Drake. Krystal pulled away from the battle and immediately rushed to the Drake's aid. The Lancers didn't have a chance as she fired her dual lasers at them. Each one took just a few hits before erupting in a flash of light and flame.
"Oh my God! I thought I was a goner." Someone said over the radio. "Thanks mate."
"No time for chivalry." Krystal growled and shot right back to the massive dog fight.
"Good shooting Ms. Krystal." Rawlings said as he primed his gun.
Krystal grunted in response as she targeted two Lancers for her next victims.
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"You're time in the Bio-Regenerator hasn't dulled your aim at least." The Director pointed out as Raye took his finger off the trigger of his new SAM-R-II. Unlike the other SAM-R, the mark II was made interchangeable so one moment he could be pleasantly sniping, and the next he could switch the barrel, scope, and clip/rounds, and then it became an assault rifle.
"I'm still disappointed with the grouping. That one shot could have missed him if he was running." Raye growled as he glared at the one shot that was more than an inch off the bull's-eye on the head of the silhouette of a human.
"Still, he won't be running because he won't see you coming, will he?" The Director cackled. Raye shook his head and put the rifle down on the table with the safety on. "Raye, there's been quite a conundrum that I've been trying to solve since your friends got here."
"And what's that?" Raye grunted.
"Follow me." The Director said as he led Raye out of the shooting range and through the depths of the Bucephalus. As they walked Raye noticed that there were no people on board, at least none he could see. He also made note of the fact that there weren't any markings in the ship telling a person where they were or where they were going.
"Here we are." The Director said as a door opened up and the lights inside the room lit up. The Director led Raye to a wall that was made of glass. As Raye peered down he nearly punched the Director in his smug face.
"Why are you keeping them in here?" Raye growled as he looked down at Ashley, Pierce, and Fay who looked utterly miserable in their small cell.
"For science Raye, for science. You see, it's become clear to me that these two," The Director said and pointed at Fay and Pierce, "that they're deeply attracted to the other. They nearly mated a few days ago but they stopped."
"You're sick." Raye growled.
"You're the one that fucked and knocked up a Cornerian girl, not me." The Director countered. Raye nearly bit his tongue off keeping himself from killing the Director. "Do you have any ideas how to get them to get down?"
That was one of the most awkward questions he'd ever been asked. At first Raye wanted no part in this but he then remembered how hard it was on Miyu and him, their love so strong but buried so deeply under fear and confusion. Raye nearly went insane being so close to Miyu, wanting her so badly, but the now healed scars refused to close.
"I'll help you only if you release them all when I'm done." Raye grunted.
The Director's lips pursed like he sucked on a lemon but he nodded. "Alright. Tell me how to get them to reproduce."
"Well, they know you're watching for one. Maybe if you blacked their lights out for a while, but you'd have to get Ashley her own room with lots of food and exercise room, she hates the dark, staying still and above all, an empty stomach. After that you'll have to make it cold, very cold, so cold that they'll cling to each other for warmth. Eventually the agony of being so close and pressed up together will get things going." Raye explained.
"Is that how it happened for you and Ms. Seraph?" The Director laughed. Raye remained silent. That wasn't the way it happened but that was one of things that led up to it. Ashley, the cold, and the pressure led to Raye's and Miyu's lust drunk frenzy that resulted in the most world opening day of their lives. Raye almost smiled when he remembered how and how much he made Miyu mew, squeal and moan with just his little finger. That was nothing in comparison to the noises she made when he used his tongue and penetrated her body with his manhood.
"Well thank you Raye, I'll try that right away. You've helped science today."
"Whatever." Relics replied skeptically. 'More like you're sick fetishes.'
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"Prime the engines." Lt Belial said as he carried the never waking body of Fox McCloud on his left shoulder. Fox was so light he didn't feel like he was an adult, but more of a young child.
"Got it." Apollyon replied and ran ahead to the waiting Lancer-Mach II. She jumped inside and turned on the engines. Once they were humming loudly she jumped out and helped Belial get Fox into the Lancer. There was a small space behind the pilot's chair of the Lancer and that was where they stuffed Fox.
"Looks like we're sharing a seat. Are you ready for another ride on my lap?" Belial said as a small sly grin crept across his face.
"Sorry Raye, but you're sitting in back with Fox, and he can sit on your lap." Apollyon replied.
Belial sighed. "You're still mad about earlier?" He asked to which Apollyon nodded nonchalantly. "I am sorry."
"Save it for later sir. And watch his tail, I don't want it to get in the way of the cockpit and leave a little gap for space to suck us out of." Apollyon said and climbed into the pilot's chair.
Lt Belial groaned as he tried to arrange himself and Fox in the back of the cockpit but he always wound up in a very awkward position. Finally they both were inside but if Fox was conscious, they both would have been very unhappy.
"I should have just killed you in your bed." Belial grumbled to himself.
"You all set back there?" Apollyon giggled as she heard Belial scowl to himself about Cornerians.
"Yeah, just get us the Hell out of here." Belial growled.
"As you wish Raye." Apollyon replied and lifted the Lancer off the ground and closed the cockpit with a reassuring hiss that it was sealed air tight. "Leviathan this is Apollyon." She said over the radio.
"Apollyon? Still alive I see?" A voice said a few seconds later. "Did you manage to get Belial out?"
"Yes sir as well as some other useless baggage." Apollyon laughed to herself while Belial rolled his uvula distastefully. "I'm locked in but if you'd be so kind to blow the hangers open, I'd very much appreciate it."
"Alright, but the moment they're blown the shields will start to solidify around them so you better get out quick. Once you're out, return to the fleet, we're bugging out." Leviathan reported. "And ask Raye if he dropped the soap or not."
"Fuck you Leviathan." Belial growled to which Leviathan chuckled.
"You didn't tell me he was listening Apollyon."
Apollyon shook her head. "I thought you'd know-" She managed to say before the hanger bay doors began to bulge inwards as multiple missiles struck the outside. Another volley and the doors sung inwards just enough for Apollyon to fly through. She didn't waste any time and flew straight outside just as the shields solidified to stop the vacuum of space from sucking everything in the hangers out. Once outside Apollyon sighed.
"Thanks guys." She said and headed towards the human fleet where all the action had moved.
"No problem sweetheart as long as I get something out of this, or you out of your-"
"I'm back now Boss; don't make me kick your ass." Belial grunted as all the Serpents formed ranks around Apollyon to protect her as she flew to the home carrier the Avenger.
"No offense Belial but I proffered you getting prison raped by a bunch of Cornerians." Boss growled.
"And I proffered-" Belial began but was cut short.
"That's enough you two. Get to the Avenger and prep for warp jump." Leviathan growled.
"Aye sir." Belial and Boss replied, as Leviathan was their superior.
A great swarm of Cornerian ships headed towards the Avenger to intercept the retreating Lancers but the Avenger's guns forced them back. Dozens of Lancers flew into the numerous hangers all along the Avenger's hull and once they were within the protective shielding of the ship the Serpents and the regular pilots all breathed sighs of relief.
"All hands prepare for warp jump." A computerized woman's voice said over the ship wide intercom system.
"I hate this part." Belial said before he felt like every cell in his body stretch for a just a millisecond.
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"Damn it." Krystal growled as the human fleet retreated, even though them retreating was a cause for celebration. Corneria fended off the attack and minimal damage was taken. Reports were coming with the damage reports and they confirmed the minor damage taken. The casualties weren't high for their side but every Cornerian soldier that was lost today, one and half were lost for the humans. The civilian casualties were the highest however. Reports painted a gruesome picture of bodies everywhere after multiple strafing runs by the Lancers, but only one city was hit in that assault.
Typically, the humans attacked in mass and blow a hole through the Cornerian lines and establish a foothold on the planet. This time however, it seemed all the wanted to do was attack the civilians. What was even more surprising was their quick and highly coordinated retreat. It was almost as if this was just a quick smash and grab, and whatever they came for, they got it.
"What now Mrs. Krystal?" Rawlings asked, his bloodlust appeased for the moment.
"I'm heading back to the Great Fox. You can stay with us until someone can come pick you up." Krystal growled and flipped the Spirit one-eighty degrees before pushing down on her controls which brought them right side back up and heading straight towards the Great Fox. As she got closer and closer to the relatively undamaged dreadnaught, she felt a strange sensation crawl up her spine before squirming into her heart. The vixen licked her lips and fed more power to the engines. For some reason she was feeling the same feeling she felt when Fox was taken from her, the feeling of utter abandonment and loss.
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Miyu's eyes fluttered open and her mind awoke into a pain wracked consciousness. The lynx groaned and sat up before being put back down. At first Miyu thought whoever was keeping her down was a threat so she made a move to claw out the person's eyes.
"Holy shit! Calm down!" A young badger yelped as he grabbed Miyu's wrists in an effort to keep her from blinding him.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES of a very serious kind ~~~ Hey everybody, hope you enjoyed but… take a seat, I have something to share with you all and it isn't good. Well it is good but not in every aspect. Well here it is, as of April 1, 2011 I've joined the United States Navy (and this isn't an April's fools joke). That's right, it's official and I'll be shipping out for basic training, but not any time soon. This December is when I ship out for boot camp so about that time you should all be expecting my temporary, or even permanent farewell. Fortunately that gives me more then enough time to get a couple chapters down and (possibly) stories finished, but when I go in I don't think I'll find any time at all to write. I'm going to try to find time. When I do I'll keep you posted if you still give a rat's ass.
Just know I'm not doing anything too dangerous, I'm becoming an Aviation Technical Engineer so I won't be on the frontlines of Libya or somewhere engulfed in war anytime soon. Hell, the worst that can happen to me right now is I answered a question incorrectly, get fined or get sent to jail for a few years. Regardless, once I ship out I won't be posting for an indefinite amount of time. If I leave for a long time however, I will come back if I'm still alive but I might not be back permanently after that even. I'll hit you all up and see if any of you are all still alive. You guys are great and even though I try to force you away by being mean and leaving you all on cliffhanger after cliffhanger, you come back for more most every time. I really wish that I could stay a tall, lazy, distant, unmotivated teenager living at his parent's house (I'm eighteen not some creepy forty year old living in my parent's house by the way) but regrettably, time catches all of its victims.
I joined because outside FF my life lacks purpose and motivation. Hell, I even listed through the Navy recruitment and had been since last Christmas. Hopefully the Navy will kick the shit out of me and turn me, if not, help me, become a better man. I just want you all to know that this isn't my goodbye, it's just my fair warning to you all who have been so good to me over the last two years (at least I think it's two) of my life. I don't think it would be fair to just suddenly vanish like so many people do on this site, you all deserve better than that. Yet I'm afraid that even though I might come back, say, four or so years from now, Star Fox will be dead. I could move on but that's something of me that won't change. If Star Fox FF writing does die then it dies and FF keeps on going but maybe one day I'll come back here, I'll come home. Well I guess that's it, if I wasn't so tired after today's inauguration/physical/examination/joyride to Hell, then my eyes would be wet with how cheesy I must sound right now. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and stuff, and in case there is that tiny shred of hope that this is an over-exaggerated, tasteless April Fools joke, just know that although I can be rather sadistic, I'd never be this cruel to concoct something like this. *Sigh* but anyway, have a good one peeps, I apologize for the length of this chapter (I'll make the next one longer and better) and how it was cut so short, but I wanted to let as many people know about my future extended (and possibly permanent) leave of absence. You've all been and are great.
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