(Note: I didn't know the names of Wolf's parents, so I made them up.)
He gazed out at the sea from his favorite ship, the Wolfen. The full moon's glow lit the waves and they tumbled towards the shore and his small island home. He let the peaceful scene fill his thoughts, knowing the time had come when he must fight for his home, and for his family.
Luke O'Donnell was a great pilot, a legend in his own time. There was only one pilot whose skills rivaled his own: his old schoolmate James McCloud. But unlike James, he had long since given up those days of daring adventure, of narrow victories and narrower escapes. He had a family now, a wife, Tara, and a son, Wolf, a growing pup who was a picture of his father. Still, he could never give up flying. It was a part of him, a part of his legacy, and he couldn't avoid it. He still kept his Wolfen in prime condition, going for short runs to keep in practice, somehow knowing he would fly again. In mean time, however, young Wolf was falling in love.with the skies. He loved flying in his own Wolfen, diving and twirling in an acrobatic dance through the air. He felt free as a bird, away from all that ever troubled him: schoolwork, chores, and various other things. Living in such an idyllic and sheltered world, he could never even dream of what Fate held for him.
He flew onward, spying familiar shapes in the distance. "James! Peppy! Pigma! Is that you guys?" He shouted over the COM unit. "Luke! Glad you're here! We could use all the help we can get!" James answered. "What's going on here, James?" "We think Andross may have a base here." "Here? That's impossible!" "I hope you're right Luke. For your family's sake." The four flew onward towards a small building. It seemed harmless enough, but it had a strange aura surrounding it, one of fear and impending doom. "That has to be it," Peppy announced. "There doesn't appear to be a hangar, so someone will need to go in on foot. But who?" "I'll go," Pigma volunteered. "We'll wait here. Tell us if you find anything," James called out as Pigma landed his ship.
The COM unit flashed as Pigma reported in. "Something's happening near Venom. I think we should check it out." "Maybe you're right. Ok. Peppy, Luke, set the coordinates" "James." "Luke, I know your worried about your family, but Tara can manage, and if Wolf is anything like you, he'll be just fine!" Luke sighed, but punched in the coordinates Pigma had given them. "Let's go!"
Pigma chuckled to himself as he got into the cockpit of his Arwing. Those naïve fools would have no idea of what was about to happen. This was all too easy! That took some of the fun out, but who needs fun when you've got cold hard cash? He was gonna enjoy this.
He gazed out at the sea from his favorite ship, the Wolfen. The full moon's glow lit the waves and they tumbled towards the shore and his small island home. He let the peaceful scene fill his thoughts, knowing the time had come when he must fight for his home, and for his family.
Luke O'Donnell was a great pilot, a legend in his own time. There was only one pilot whose skills rivaled his own: his old schoolmate James McCloud. But unlike James, he had long since given up those days of daring adventure, of narrow victories and narrower escapes. He had a family now, a wife, Tara, and a son, Wolf, a growing pup who was a picture of his father. Still, he could never give up flying. It was a part of him, a part of his legacy, and he couldn't avoid it. He still kept his Wolfen in prime condition, going for short runs to keep in practice, somehow knowing he would fly again. In mean time, however, young Wolf was falling in love.with the skies. He loved flying in his own Wolfen, diving and twirling in an acrobatic dance through the air. He felt free as a bird, away from all that ever troubled him: schoolwork, chores, and various other things. Living in such an idyllic and sheltered world, he could never even dream of what Fate held for him.
He flew onward, spying familiar shapes in the distance. "James! Peppy! Pigma! Is that you guys?" He shouted over the COM unit. "Luke! Glad you're here! We could use all the help we can get!" James answered. "What's going on here, James?" "We think Andross may have a base here." "Here? That's impossible!" "I hope you're right Luke. For your family's sake." The four flew onward towards a small building. It seemed harmless enough, but it had a strange aura surrounding it, one of fear and impending doom. "That has to be it," Peppy announced. "There doesn't appear to be a hangar, so someone will need to go in on foot. But who?" "I'll go," Pigma volunteered. "We'll wait here. Tell us if you find anything," James called out as Pigma landed his ship.
The COM unit flashed as Pigma reported in. "Something's happening near Venom. I think we should check it out." "Maybe you're right. Ok. Peppy, Luke, set the coordinates" "James." "Luke, I know your worried about your family, but Tara can manage, and if Wolf is anything like you, he'll be just fine!" Luke sighed, but punched in the coordinates Pigma had given them. "Let's go!"
Pigma chuckled to himself as he got into the cockpit of his Arwing. Those naïve fools would have no idea of what was about to happen. This was all too easy! That took some of the fun out, but who needs fun when you've got cold hard cash? He was gonna enjoy this.
