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FFVIII belong to Squaresoft. All references to G Gundam belong to who ever
owns G Gundam. I only own Blade. The Dark Wolf Empire belongs to my
friend.
The Lone Wolf The Attack Part 2
Corridor C. 9/30/2012 A.C. (1505 hours)
His head still spinning and throbbing with pain from the explosion, Blade started to walk away. His head was still yelling at him, so he sped up t a jog, then an all-out sprint away from the hole in the wall. "What the heck is going on here?" Blade said out loud, to no one in particular. He could have sworn he had heard a cruel laugh after the explosion. Then again, it might just be his mind playing tricks on him again.
It was a good thing that Fox decided to follow Blade, because as two young students were leaving the corridor, another explosion shook the building. This one appeared to be a missile though, for even though Blade and Fox were out of the corridor and walking down the main hallway, the blast still sent them screaming through the air. They flew through an Arwing, then instantly became lead. They both groaned as they tried to sit up. After a few minutes without anything exploding around him, Blade stood up. "Ah! #$%@!" He instantly fell down again because of the pain that had shot straight through his left leg, and the sickening crack he heard.
Fox didn't even attempt to stand. He knew his leg was broken just by looking at it. He glimpsed at it and tried not to look at it again.
The two students were no more than 50 yards from the Main Office. This side of the Academy hadn't heard the first bomb go off, and was just now reacting to the missile. The two decided to crawl the rest of the way.
Blade and Fox finally managed to reach the front office, and what they saw inside didn't really surprise them. It was total mayhem inside that little office. It was busier than the corridor the boys had just left.
They almost didn't even notice when three men stepped over the two badly injured students. James McCloud, Peppy Hare, and Pigma Dengar rushed of in the direction of the Hanger. Fox, who had managed to prop himself up against the wall, noticed who they were at the last second. "Dad!" Fox cried out to his father, but James didn't hear his son yelling to him. He was receiving his orders through his comm. Link. James was distracted.
Blade was sitting against the wall next to Fox, and just watched all this happen. He had a strange suspicion that this was the last time he would see the legendary James "Fox" McCloud.
He was right.
3 Years Later
Finally! After three long years of tortuous waiting, enough information had been collected to give a good guest-a-mate of what had happened on that fateful day. Fox, being the only living relation to the only person who had died that day, was allowed to view it first.
Blade was waiting outside of the office for Fox. He was also starting to get a bit worried about Fox. 'He's been in there for an hour,' Blade thought to himself, 'and if he's not out in 10 minutes, I'll go in to see what's holding him up.' These thoughts had barely crossed Blades mind, when Fox walked out. His head hung low. This surprised Blade a little, because even if Fox was is a bad mood, or wasn't feeling well, he never showed it. 'It must have been bad.'
"So Fox. What's the deal?" Blade tried to strike up conversation. He'd never seen Fox this way before. Fox didn't even look up at him. "Dad's dead." This did not, however, surprise Blade. It hadn't been proven, but everyone believed James was dead.even Fox. "He was betrayed by Pigma. Pigma was working for Andross." "What about Peppy?" "He made it off Venom, barely. When he got back, he was told to keep it all a secret.even from me." This hit home for Blade. "And the attacks?" Blade prompted Fox. "They were carried out for Venom through a terrorist group.'" There was a long silence.
By this time, the two had reached Corridor B, where their rooms were located. The two split of towards their respective rooms in silence. Blade entered his room first.
He stared at his room. The 16-year-old looked to his desk, and saw several pictures of the band he was in. The group was so unorganized, that they didn't even have a name yet, and they'd been together for two years. They did, however, play excellent music. They were great. With Bill Grey on the drums, Falco Lombardi on the bass, and Fox and himself on electric guitars, they were perfect.
He continued to look around his room, until his eyes landed on the closet. His eyebrows slanted. Blade, and only Blade, knew what was in there. The youth slowly walked over to the closet and opened the sliding door. The thin, long, black case instantly caught the Wolfs gaze. He grunted as he pulled the case from the closet. It was heavy for such a small thing. Blade slowly opened the black case.
Inside was a very long, very beautiful, and very, very sharp sword. On one end, there was the handle. The handle itself was a gun. (Literally) On the other end was the tip. The blade itself went straight out, until the last five inches, which were curved into a point that met with the bottom of the blade. This weapon was called a Gun-Blade. Carved on the blade, were mystic runes. No one could translate them. Blade didn't care if they could or if they couldn't. On the far right end of the blade, was the Star Fox insignia. Again, he didn't care how it had gotten there. He honestly didn't know. His memory only went back eleven years.
Blade picked up the incredibly heavy sword. He swung it around a few times with relative ease. He braced it upon his shoulder, and spoke out loud to himself.or to the sword. "I had hoped that I would never need you again."
The Lone Wolf The Attack Part 2
Corridor C. 9/30/2012 A.C. (1505 hours)
His head still spinning and throbbing with pain from the explosion, Blade started to walk away. His head was still yelling at him, so he sped up t a jog, then an all-out sprint away from the hole in the wall. "What the heck is going on here?" Blade said out loud, to no one in particular. He could have sworn he had heard a cruel laugh after the explosion. Then again, it might just be his mind playing tricks on him again.
It was a good thing that Fox decided to follow Blade, because as two young students were leaving the corridor, another explosion shook the building. This one appeared to be a missile though, for even though Blade and Fox were out of the corridor and walking down the main hallway, the blast still sent them screaming through the air. They flew through an Arwing, then instantly became lead. They both groaned as they tried to sit up. After a few minutes without anything exploding around him, Blade stood up. "Ah! #$%@!" He instantly fell down again because of the pain that had shot straight through his left leg, and the sickening crack he heard.
Fox didn't even attempt to stand. He knew his leg was broken just by looking at it. He glimpsed at it and tried not to look at it again.
The two students were no more than 50 yards from the Main Office. This side of the Academy hadn't heard the first bomb go off, and was just now reacting to the missile. The two decided to crawl the rest of the way.
Blade and Fox finally managed to reach the front office, and what they saw inside didn't really surprise them. It was total mayhem inside that little office. It was busier than the corridor the boys had just left.
They almost didn't even notice when three men stepped over the two badly injured students. James McCloud, Peppy Hare, and Pigma Dengar rushed of in the direction of the Hanger. Fox, who had managed to prop himself up against the wall, noticed who they were at the last second. "Dad!" Fox cried out to his father, but James didn't hear his son yelling to him. He was receiving his orders through his comm. Link. James was distracted.
Blade was sitting against the wall next to Fox, and just watched all this happen. He had a strange suspicion that this was the last time he would see the legendary James "Fox" McCloud.
He was right.
3 Years Later
Finally! After three long years of tortuous waiting, enough information had been collected to give a good guest-a-mate of what had happened on that fateful day. Fox, being the only living relation to the only person who had died that day, was allowed to view it first.
Blade was waiting outside of the office for Fox. He was also starting to get a bit worried about Fox. 'He's been in there for an hour,' Blade thought to himself, 'and if he's not out in 10 minutes, I'll go in to see what's holding him up.' These thoughts had barely crossed Blades mind, when Fox walked out. His head hung low. This surprised Blade a little, because even if Fox was is a bad mood, or wasn't feeling well, he never showed it. 'It must have been bad.'
"So Fox. What's the deal?" Blade tried to strike up conversation. He'd never seen Fox this way before. Fox didn't even look up at him. "Dad's dead." This did not, however, surprise Blade. It hadn't been proven, but everyone believed James was dead.even Fox. "He was betrayed by Pigma. Pigma was working for Andross." "What about Peppy?" "He made it off Venom, barely. When he got back, he was told to keep it all a secret.even from me." This hit home for Blade. "And the attacks?" Blade prompted Fox. "They were carried out for Venom through a terrorist group.'" There was a long silence.
By this time, the two had reached Corridor B, where their rooms were located. The two split of towards their respective rooms in silence. Blade entered his room first.
He stared at his room. The 16-year-old looked to his desk, and saw several pictures of the band he was in. The group was so unorganized, that they didn't even have a name yet, and they'd been together for two years. They did, however, play excellent music. They were great. With Bill Grey on the drums, Falco Lombardi on the bass, and Fox and himself on electric guitars, they were perfect.
He continued to look around his room, until his eyes landed on the closet. His eyebrows slanted. Blade, and only Blade, knew what was in there. The youth slowly walked over to the closet and opened the sliding door. The thin, long, black case instantly caught the Wolfs gaze. He grunted as he pulled the case from the closet. It was heavy for such a small thing. Blade slowly opened the black case.
Inside was a very long, very beautiful, and very, very sharp sword. On one end, there was the handle. The handle itself was a gun. (Literally) On the other end was the tip. The blade itself went straight out, until the last five inches, which were curved into a point that met with the bottom of the blade. This weapon was called a Gun-Blade. Carved on the blade, were mystic runes. No one could translate them. Blade didn't care if they could or if they couldn't. On the far right end of the blade, was the Star Fox insignia. Again, he didn't care how it had gotten there. He honestly didn't know. His memory only went back eleven years.
Blade picked up the incredibly heavy sword. He swung it around a few times with relative ease. He braced it upon his shoulder, and spoke out loud to himself.or to the sword. "I had hoped that I would never need you again."