My internet was being uncooperative Wednesday through Thursday, so I had to delay the upload today.
This chapter is going to be short since I don't know much about the series. The story is interesting, I'll give it that; it's just that I didn't have much of an idea of what to do here.
Another note-this chapter was based off the scene from the Dark Knight Returns where Commissioner Gordon and Bruce Wayne talk over some drinks. Heck, that first line was pulled from the scene. You'll see why I took a few things from that scene in a bit.
"That was some stunt you pulled at the racetrack."
Fox McCloud, former leader of the team Star Fox, just glared. Bill Grey, his canine companion, raised an eyebrow. There was a long period of silence between them, as Fox put his cup to his lips.
A sleazy tune hung in the air. Yellow sunlight leaked in from the large windows to the side. From the tables around them, the sound of chatter wavered over their heads. The soft light of the lamps hanging above them etched soft shadows into the wood floor. Someone laughed far away, and Fox kept drinking his cup dry.
"Is that a problem?" he said after he put down his cup.
"Nah," Bill replied. "I figure you can handle yourself out on some run-down F-Zero track." He frowned, before he added, "What's got me worried is why you've been hanging out there in the first place."
"It keeps me busy."
"Keeps you distracted."
Fox didn't say anything. His bushy orange tail swished behind his seat. He raised his cup back to his lips and took another long sip.
Bill sighed. "You've been off work for, what, half a year? And you're still out there chasing thrills in that Arwing of yours. Face it; you're not going to stay out of the force forever."
The cup hit the table with a clink.
"I'm not going back," Fox growled. "Not after what happened to Falco."
"That was half a year ago," Bill said.
"He was my friend! After Andross killed him, I couldn't face having to lose another teammate."
"Well, we just need you one more time, Fox. General Pepper says there's been some fishy business going on near Venom, and we need our best pilot to investigate."
"Forget it." Fox got out of his chair, giving Bill another glare. He made to leave, but Bill raised a hand to stop him.
"General Pepper says Andross might have something to do with."
Uncertainty flickered in his eyes, and he whirled back around to face Bill. "That's impossible. Andross is dead. I made sure of it myself."
"We never did find his body."
The music playing over the speakers drifted between them. Fox's tail swished again, and he frowned.
"If you were thinking of going it alone," Bill said, "I gotta remind you, Venom ain't the best place for solo missions, even if you are the best pilot in the system."
Finally, Fox said, "Star Fox is gone for a reason. I'm not ready to lead a team again."
"Never said you had to lead it."
"You know me, Bill," Fox said as he walked away. "I don't follow anyone's orders but my own."
The door opened. No one seemed to notice except the one person standing right next to it. Bill kept his eyes on the door as it slammed shut, and he huffed.
"I sure hope you know what you're going to do, Fox."
A soft buzz slipped through the cracks underneath the open windows. An Arwing zoomed out from below and swept into the skies, teetering on its four wings. A trail of smoke dragged behind the sputtering flames flickering from the craft's engine. There was a crack, and the Arwing disappeared between the clouds, surrendered to the cold clutches of outer space.
"The pilot who put the Fox into Star Fox has landed his Arwing and is ready to show the competition what kind of action a galactic warrior is used to. Fox's weapons have a decidedly sci-fi flavor to them, and his throw is sure to put his opponents in orbit. Fox is a nimble character, but his attacks aren't very powerful." ~ Super Smash Bros site on Fox.