A Lesson
The Star Fox characters are not owned by me, but are in fact the property of Shigero Myamoto or
somebody else at Nintendo. Edward "winter" Weldon is not copyrighted to me, BECAUSE HE IS ME.
But any of my characters that may appear in this story are mine. AND I SHALL STRIKE DOWN
UPON THEE WITH GREAT VENGANCE AND FURIOUS ANGER, THOSE WHO STEAL AND
CORRUPT MY CHARICTERS WITH OUT MY PERMISSION. A YOU WILL KNOW THAT I AM
WINTER, WHEN I LAY MY WRATH UPON THEE.
Prologue
Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay. The worst is death and death shall have his day- Richard the
third, William Shakespeare
The steaming Zonessian jungle was alive with sounds. Insects chirped, animals
howled and a predator stalked through the shadows. He was slim, solidly built but still
lithe and agile. The thermoptic stealth suit he wore blended with the green forest all
around him, constantly shifting colour and pattern like a chameleon to match
perfectly.
To look at him, you would not be able to decide if he was a well-muscled arctic fox or
a very lean timber wolf. The truth was that he was both and neither. He was a hybrid,
half fox and half wolf. In the tight fitting armoured stealth suit, only his bright blue
eyes were visible through the visor of his helmet, lest his silvery grey fur should give
away his position.
Held loosely in his paws was a long-rifle, designed to double up as both an assault
rifle and a sniper weapon. Strapped to his right thigh, he wore a silenced laser pistol
and on his back was a pair of sheathed, light broad swords. The swords shining gold
hilts were covered up to prevent the sunlight reflecting off them.
Moving quickly and silently through the undergrowth, he made his way towards his
objective: The Cornerian commander's central command post. His primary mission
objective was just to knock out the command post. The commander himself was
secondary. All the same, it was unlikely that the feral canine would let him go that
easily.
Suddenly a sound drew his attention. Stopping dead in his tracks and dropping down
low, he held his breath for a long minute, just listening and trying to draw a bead on
the noise. He was sure that it wasn't just another Whistling Jimmyjax, there was
somebody else in the vicinity. A branch cracked some distance off. He had his target.
Keeping low, he stalked towards the source of the disturbances, flicking off the safety
on his long-rifle. The rifle made a short rising hum as it's firing chamber charged.
Crouched in amongst a pile of boulders and some thick bushes, he peered into a
clearing.
In the clearing he could make out a group of four furs in body armour, all armed with
assault rifles. The one on point was a female fennec fox with sandy yellow fur, wide
ears and deep brown eyes. Peering through the scope on his rifle he could make out
the nameplate on her armour, F Phoenix.
A few meters behind the vixen walked a male red fox with a white muzzle and a white
stripe running up his head. The markings on his armour showed that he was a squad
leader.
The next in the line-up was a grey-furred husky, a little bigger than the fox and
definitely more serious looking. He seemed more on edge than the fox and that made
him more of a threat.
Finally, at the back of the fire-team, a rather pasty looking frog hauled the team's
com-unit along on his back. From his posture it was clear that he had been selected on
technical expertise rather than physical ability. There for he was less of a threat, but
should be taken out quickly none the less to avoid the possibility of them calling in
reinforcements.
Already a plan was forming in the half-wolf sniper's mind as he shifted position and
stealthily made his way closer to unsuspecting Fox McCloud, Fara Phoenix, Bill Grey
and Slippy Toad…
The Star Fox characters are not owned by me, but are in fact the property of Shigero Myamoto or
somebody else at Nintendo. Edward "winter" Weldon is not copyrighted to me, BECAUSE HE IS ME.
But any of my characters that may appear in this story are mine. AND I SHALL STRIKE DOWN
UPON THEE WITH GREAT VENGANCE AND FURIOUS ANGER, THOSE WHO STEAL AND
CORRUPT MY CHARICTERS WITH OUT MY PERMISSION. A YOU WILL KNOW THAT I AM
WINTER, WHEN I LAY MY WRATH UPON THEE.
Prologue
Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay. The worst is death and death shall have his day- Richard the
third, William Shakespeare
The steaming Zonessian jungle was alive with sounds. Insects chirped, animals
howled and a predator stalked through the shadows. He was slim, solidly built but still
lithe and agile. The thermoptic stealth suit he wore blended with the green forest all
around him, constantly shifting colour and pattern like a chameleon to match
perfectly.
To look at him, you would not be able to decide if he was a well-muscled arctic fox or
a very lean timber wolf. The truth was that he was both and neither. He was a hybrid,
half fox and half wolf. In the tight fitting armoured stealth suit, only his bright blue
eyes were visible through the visor of his helmet, lest his silvery grey fur should give
away his position.
Held loosely in his paws was a long-rifle, designed to double up as both an assault
rifle and a sniper weapon. Strapped to his right thigh, he wore a silenced laser pistol
and on his back was a pair of sheathed, light broad swords. The swords shining gold
hilts were covered up to prevent the sunlight reflecting off them.
Moving quickly and silently through the undergrowth, he made his way towards his
objective: The Cornerian commander's central command post. His primary mission
objective was just to knock out the command post. The commander himself was
secondary. All the same, it was unlikely that the feral canine would let him go that
easily.
Suddenly a sound drew his attention. Stopping dead in his tracks and dropping down
low, he held his breath for a long minute, just listening and trying to draw a bead on
the noise. He was sure that it wasn't just another Whistling Jimmyjax, there was
somebody else in the vicinity. A branch cracked some distance off. He had his target.
Keeping low, he stalked towards the source of the disturbances, flicking off the safety
on his long-rifle. The rifle made a short rising hum as it's firing chamber charged.
Crouched in amongst a pile of boulders and some thick bushes, he peered into a
clearing.
In the clearing he could make out a group of four furs in body armour, all armed with
assault rifles. The one on point was a female fennec fox with sandy yellow fur, wide
ears and deep brown eyes. Peering through the scope on his rifle he could make out
the nameplate on her armour, F Phoenix.
A few meters behind the vixen walked a male red fox with a white muzzle and a white
stripe running up his head. The markings on his armour showed that he was a squad
leader.
The next in the line-up was a grey-furred husky, a little bigger than the fox and
definitely more serious looking. He seemed more on edge than the fox and that made
him more of a threat.
Finally, at the back of the fire-team, a rather pasty looking frog hauled the team's
com-unit along on his back. From his posture it was clear that he had been selected on
technical expertise rather than physical ability. There for he was less of a threat, but
should be taken out quickly none the less to avoid the possibility of them calling in
reinforcements.
Already a plan was forming in the half-wolf sniper's mind as he shifted position and
stealthily made his way closer to unsuspecting Fox McCloud, Fara Phoenix, Bill Grey
and Slippy Toad…