The Unexpected
"How do you like it? I'm sorry but it's one of the best rooms we've got, which isn't much." said Fox. "That's fine Fox, by the way, I didn't tell you my name, it's Chris." I said "OK, we'll be having dinner in a few hours, so get yourself acquainted with your new room, you'll be here for three days." Fox said. "Cool, I look forward to meeting the rest of the crew." I smiled. Fox nodded and showed his way out. As soon as that happened, I went to a mirror and looked into it. I was quite handsome as a fox though, I'll give myself that. (A/N: I'm not very modest am I?) Too bad this is a dream, I can't believe how real it feels though. I decided to take a look around, it was very cozy, enough for a bed, a radio, and maybe a television. Not like I needed one though. I also saw that there were built in comm. links on the wall, so the crew can stay in touch I guess. I went to another door and put my hand on the scanner. "ACCESS APROVED, HELLO GUEST CHRIS" the scanner chimed. I looked at it in awe, Fox must've just put me into the database. He must really trust me, to give me clearance like this. I peered inside the room, it was a closet, a very big closet. After acquainting myself with where the bathrom was, I hopped onto the bed and turned on the radio. "In the End" was playing so I decided to lay there and listen to the radio for the next few hours, maybe get some sleep.
I tried so hard and got so far but in the end it doesn't even matter
My eyelids began to grow heavy and the started to close. I yawned and curled up into a ball. Then sleep overcame me.
I got too far to lose it all but in the end it doesn't even matter
A couple hours later...
I was shaken awake roughly by Fox who had a look of worry on his face. "Huh? what, what's happening? where's the fire?" I cried. "We are under attack, by some neo-Andross supporters, out side in fighter pods. We have to go out. I need your help, Falco and I can't do it alone." Fox looked to me. I was about to say yes when I remembered something important.... I CAN'T FLY AN ARWING!!! Fox apparently saw the look of worry on my face and said, "Anything wrong Chris?" "No, I'll do it" I said, besides how hard can it be? After suiting up, we hopped into our seperate arwings and I took one look at the controls and gasped. So many buttions and levers and switches, how can anyone possibly fly one of these things? Suddenly, a voice in my head said to press a little yellow button next to the main console. So I did, and the arwing started up. Next thing I knew I was out in space and approaching the enemy fight pilots. "this is Chris, Fox I'm going for for an attack, requesting permission to do so." I said in a monotonus voice "Permission granted." Fox replied. And with that, I reached for the thruster lever and pushed it forward. Then I was jettisoned into a barrage of fighter pilots. I smiled and lined one up into my crosshair.....
To Be Continued
"How do you like it? I'm sorry but it's one of the best rooms we've got, which isn't much." said Fox. "That's fine Fox, by the way, I didn't tell you my name, it's Chris." I said "OK, we'll be having dinner in a few hours, so get yourself acquainted with your new room, you'll be here for three days." Fox said. "Cool, I look forward to meeting the rest of the crew." I smiled. Fox nodded and showed his way out. As soon as that happened, I went to a mirror and looked into it. I was quite handsome as a fox though, I'll give myself that. (A/N: I'm not very modest am I?) Too bad this is a dream, I can't believe how real it feels though. I decided to take a look around, it was very cozy, enough for a bed, a radio, and maybe a television. Not like I needed one though. I also saw that there were built in comm. links on the wall, so the crew can stay in touch I guess. I went to another door and put my hand on the scanner. "ACCESS APROVED, HELLO GUEST CHRIS" the scanner chimed. I looked at it in awe, Fox must've just put me into the database. He must really trust me, to give me clearance like this. I peered inside the room, it was a closet, a very big closet. After acquainting myself with where the bathrom was, I hopped onto the bed and turned on the radio. "In the End" was playing so I decided to lay there and listen to the radio for the next few hours, maybe get some sleep.
I tried so hard and got so far but in the end it doesn't even matter
My eyelids began to grow heavy and the started to close. I yawned and curled up into a ball. Then sleep overcame me.
I got too far to lose it all but in the end it doesn't even matter
A couple hours later...
I was shaken awake roughly by Fox who had a look of worry on his face. "Huh? what, what's happening? where's the fire?" I cried. "We are under attack, by some neo-Andross supporters, out side in fighter pods. We have to go out. I need your help, Falco and I can't do it alone." Fox looked to me. I was about to say yes when I remembered something important.... I CAN'T FLY AN ARWING!!! Fox apparently saw the look of worry on my face and said, "Anything wrong Chris?" "No, I'll do it" I said, besides how hard can it be? After suiting up, we hopped into our seperate arwings and I took one look at the controls and gasped. So many buttions and levers and switches, how can anyone possibly fly one of these things? Suddenly, a voice in my head said to press a little yellow button next to the main console. So I did, and the arwing started up. Next thing I knew I was out in space and approaching the enemy fight pilots. "this is Chris, Fox I'm going for for an attack, requesting permission to do so." I said in a monotonus voice "Permission granted." Fox replied. And with that, I reached for the thruster lever and pushed it forward. Then I was jettisoned into a barrage of fighter pilots. I smiled and lined one up into my crosshair.....
To Be Continued