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The Lone Wolf Part 5. The Almost Perfect Assassin
A few days after the last mission, life continues normally for the Star Fox team.
"Slippy! Get away from that microwave!"
Blade walked into the kitchen to grab some breakfast, only to find Peppy Hare sitting at the table, reading the newspaper, and Slippy Toad attempting to fix the microwave again.
It had blown up a week before, and Slippy being Slippy, was trying to fix it. The problem was that the microwave was in the wall, and it was literally impossible to get it out. Another problem was that, even though the microwave was destroyed, the electrical current still ran through it. So any contact with the wires inside the back panel would result in a shocking experience. Slippy however, never backed out of a challenge and was trying to fix it again.
Blade, with his Gunblade strapped to his back, drew the pistol in his thigh holster, and pointed it at his team member.
"You have to stop trying to fix that piece of junk! Remember the last time you tried it? You were sent to sickbay with third degree burns! And now we're running out of medical supplies. So just stop tinkering with it before you fry yourself again!"
Slippy, however, wasn't listening. He kept on fooling with the microwave, knowing full well that Blade had a pistol pointed at him.
Right now, he just wanted to get the thing out of the wall.
Blade was getting tired of this. After all, he'd been trying to stop Slippy for the last week. He'd even shot the toad, but the toad always had his shields on, and none of the hits connected.
He gave up.
The wolf lowered the laser pistol, walked over to the table, and sat down opposite of Peppy. The veteran pilot laughed as the wolf started to bang his head on the table.
"Finally got to you, eh?" The old hare was still chuckling. Blade was too tired and way too frustrated to talk. He just stayed there.
Just as he stopped hitting his head, Falco walked into the room. Looking around, the bird started to crack up. "What's the matter Wolfy?
"Shut up Chicken Boy"
Falco started to clench his fists.
Falco despised being called Chicken Boy. He always took at as an insult, the way Blade meant it to be taken. Falco didn't like being called a chicken. It was a personal insult, because, even though Falco Lambardi was a bird, he couldn't fly. There was also a fact that Falco thought very highly of himself, and when he is called a chicken, it makes him appear afraid, and that's a bad thing for someone with such a big ego and a lot of pride. He also didn't like being called a boy, for that also made him look weak, and he didn't like to be weak.
"Don't call me that!" Falco spoke through clenched teeth. Blade looked up at him.
"Then stop calling me Wolfy! I hate that name!"
Blade, of course, hated that name the Avion had bestowed upon him, because it made the proud wolf seem like a timid, shy pup. He really didn't like that.
Blade stood up, and grabbed the handle of his Gunblade, but he did not draw it. Falco already had his laser pistol out and aimed at Blade. Luckily, Fox stepped into the kitchen at the same time.
"Are you two at it again?!" Fox was getting annoyed with this act.
This was not the first time that the two mercenaries had been at each other's throats. They were like this at least once a day, and on occasion, even twice. Today was no exception. Fox usually had to step in before anyone got seriously injured.
The strange thing was that both the bird and the wolf wore large grins on their faces. The two loved to fight between each other. It was their only form of entertainment that they had on the ship. Even Peppy put his paper down when there was a scuffle.
Fox was really annoyed now. "Knock it off now!"
Blade and Falco, still smiling, sat down.
Blade was soon overcome with fatigue, and he put his head back on the table. Falco sat down with a bowl of something and looked over at Slippy.
Fox, who had finally decided to look away from the table, just noticed Slippy.
"Blade! I thought I told you to make sure Slippy didn't screw around with the microwave!" Fox was having a very bad day so far.
'Something must have happened between him and Fara.' The wolf thought to himself with a chuckle
Blade sighed "I gave up on him."
"WHY!?"
Without lifting his head from the table or saying a word, Blade raised his pistol in his hand, pointed it at the wall, and pushed a button on the side. An empty energy clip fell out of the weapon.
"Oh" Was all the fox could say.
"It's a lost cause. Even if he could take that piece of junk out of the wall, he'd never be satisfied until he's taken it apart, put it back together, then done it all again! Just let him go. We'll bye a new one when we get back to Corneria."
Satisfied with his answer, Fox changed the subject.
"Okay. Everyone, we've received a message from General Pepper. We've got a new job. Meet me in cargo bay 10 in ten minutes." He then left without another word.
"What's bugging' him?" Falco said while stifling a chuckle
"Don't know, but we better get going. Come on Slip!"
Slippy, who had remained silent the entire time, finally responded, ".sure."
As the four walked out of the kitchen and followed Fox, the one thing they hadn't expected, happened. The microwave exploded.
Slippy looked back, disappointment clear on his face.
"Ah, crap!"
As the wolf, the bird, the hare, and the toad entered the cargo bay, the familiar blue glow of the hologram projector, and the even more familiar face of General Pepper greeted them.
"Ah. Everyone's here. Good. Good. Okay. Here's the mission." The General spoke in a calm tone,
"As you all know, the Cornarian Air Force is running low on the metal known as Adamantine. This metal is the hardest known substance this side of the galaxy. It's used to make the hulls of our star crafts."
'I didn't know that.' Blade's head was telling him that he was going to go on this mission.alone. He didn't want to believe himself, but that feeling was there, and it wouldn't leave.
"A large supply of Adamantine has been discovered on a planet only known as Cosmosis, and the entire Lylat system knows about it. We do not have someone there. And due to the fact that you all are the closest to the planet, one of you is to go to the planet Cosmosis. You are to scope out a sector with a large quantity of Adamantine undiscovered by the other systems. Locate the sector, and send the coordinates back to the Great Fox. Those left on the ship will relay the message to Cornarian Science Federation ship that will be launched within the hour."
Falco spoke on an unenthusiastic voice. "Great. CSF ships. Just what we need."
General Pepper ignored Falco's comment, and continued with the briefing.
"As soon as the CSF crews arrive, you are to find another Adamantine sector, then when the Crews arrive at that sector, you will de allowed to leave."
"Is that all?!" Blade yelled. "There has to be more to it!"
"Of course there is." The General responded. "The CSF is hiring you for that part. The planet Kortec 5 is hiring you for an assassination job."
"Hm.. Something exciting to do." Peppy spoke up.
"Who's the target?" Fox asked.
"The President of Cosmosis. He's more or less dictator if you ask me. An old crafty badger from what I hear."
Everyone accepted. "Who goes?" Fox asked.
"Which ever one of you has great accuracy with a rifle, and has the best stealth tactics." The General responded.
Suddenly, every head in the room turned towards Blade.
"What?! NO! Wait.never mind.it's an assassination job, right?"
"Um.yeah" Fox replied with a slightly fed-up kind of tone in his voice.
Rethinking the proposal, the wolf answered. "Okay. I'll take the job!" Blade answered.
"Good! You'll be there by tomorrow, so warm up on your shooting. Pepper, out!"
The blue face of General Pepper disappeared, and the team worked their way to the door.
'How do I get myself into these things?'
Blade stood in the caverns, waiting. He'd just showed the CSF crews where the second Adamantine Sector was, he was bored out of his mind, and he was tired of waiting. The time was 1430 hours, and he was to go and find the President in a half-hour. He leaned back against the wall, and loaded his Gunblade, making sure he had six bullets in the weapon.
A half-hour soon passed, and he slipped away from the main group. He called up Peppy.
"Peppy, I need the position of the President. It's time to start."
"Got 'em Blade. The coordinates have been sent to your PDA. Good luck! Peppy, signing off"
"Yeah.sure."
As he walked down a secret tunnel that the PDA had showed him, a sneaking suspicion of doom was creeping into his head. Again, his mind was telling him that something was wrong. He hated this feeling, but he lived with it.
As he walked down the tunnel, the PDA started to beep like crazy.
'Hm.I must be here already."
Blade found himself starring through an old hole in the wall. He looked down to see just what he had expected.
Blade had been told that the President passed through this room a lot, and was also told to wait here. He was in luck. The president was walking through his line of sight right now, and indeed, the President was a very old badger.
'This should be easy.'
As Blade attached the silencer to his sniper rifle, he mentally prepared himself for the kill. He hated killing people. That was all there was to it. But when there was a job like this, someone had to do it.
But still.every time before he pulled the trigger, he had to tell himself that whoever he was about to shoot must be really bad. You had to have a reason to hire Star Fox for an assassination job. If it wasn't a good excuse, then the order wouldn't go through, and Star Fox would have no idea that it existed.
"There's always a reason." Blade said out loud as he place the gun on the bipod, and he took aim. The wolf had slight problems with the sniper rifle, for he only had one eye, but he still out-ranked the others in marksmanship. He soon had a bead on the President, as started to slowly pull the trigger.
His paws were starting to sweat, and he pulled the trigger a little more.
However, before he could pull it completely, the President fell dead, a cloud of red falling behind him.
"What the heck? What happened?" Blade was baffled. Was someone else given the same job?
Blade started to run down the rest of the tunnel, and as he ran, he broke out into a cold sweat. He didn't have a clue to what had just happened, but he knew that it was anything but good.
He then appeared at the end of the tunnel, which had led down a staircase. He looked out to where the President was, and didn't like what he saw.
"Oh no! What happened?"
The wolf looked at the bodies of at least twenty soldiers. Possibly guards. They were all dead, and were circled around the badger he had just tried to kill.
He hailed the Great Fox on his PDA. Fox's face appeared on the screen. He looked surprised.
"Blade! What's going on? I'm reading major activity under the surface!"
"I don't care right now! We have a problem!" He almost yelled back.
"What's the problem?"
"The President's dead!" Blade answered.
"Well, isn't he supposed to be?" Fox said Mater-of-facility.
"No! It wasn't me! I didn't kill him! It was someone else!"
"Okay.I'll inform Pepper, and you'll get your new orders in a few minutes."
Blade was hesitant. He just wanted to get off this rock. "Sure"
Blade turned the PDA off, and started to investigate the other bodies. There seemed to be two groups. One looked like royal guards and the other.. He couldn't tell. But that group wore black armor. They all had swords, while the guards had guns. Strangely enough, there were more dead guards then there were or the black clad men. The wolf's PDA buzzed in his hand, and he answered it. A very stunned looking Pepper appeared on the screen.
"Blade, what's going on?!"
"General, I have no idea! There seems to be two different groups of dead guys here. Including the president. What are my orders sir?"
"You are to search the area, find the assassin, and finish the job" The General ordered.
"Yes sir"
Blade looked around, and saw a crevice in the wall. Since it was the only other way out of the room, Blade went through it. He found himself in a long tunnel. As he walked through the dark passage, there was no light except for the red glow of the ball on his Gunblade.
As he appeared on the other side, the scene that was in the other side greeted him here too. There was a great deal of creatures out here too. Though this time, the majority was of the black armored group.
He was on the surface of the desolate planet, and it appeared that he was on a large plain. Something appeared in his peripheral vision
Blade spun around, only to see a gray wolf, with black hair, armor that ran down his left arm completely, and a golden band on his head, staring back at him.
The wolf had a sword strapped to his back. The weapon had an impressive golden hilt, but that was about all that he saw of the sword.
Blade drew his own Gunblade from the sheath on his back, the red ball shining ever so brightly, and faced the stranger completely. He instantly regarded the wolf as a threat. Yet, there was something oddly familiar about this wolf.
With a little fear in his voice, Blade spoke.
"Who are you?"
End!
OK! Hopefully, you all enjoyed that. I promise more action in the next parts. Just so you know, this story and the story, "The Sword Keeper", written by Scraff, will be fused together. ((Hopefully)) This might not have been the best chapter on this site, but oh well.R&R please. Thanks a lot! Suggestions, Complements, and Ideas are greatly appreciated. Flames will be accepted, but ignored. Again, Thanks a lot.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Star Fox! The Gunblade belongs to Squaresoft. Blade belongs to me. Scraff belongs to Scraff. Nothing much else to say so let's get on with it!
The Lone Wolf Part 5. The Almost Perfect Assassin
A few days after the last mission, life continues normally for the Star Fox team.
"Slippy! Get away from that microwave!"
Blade walked into the kitchen to grab some breakfast, only to find Peppy Hare sitting at the table, reading the newspaper, and Slippy Toad attempting to fix the microwave again.
It had blown up a week before, and Slippy being Slippy, was trying to fix it. The problem was that the microwave was in the wall, and it was literally impossible to get it out. Another problem was that, even though the microwave was destroyed, the electrical current still ran through it. So any contact with the wires inside the back panel would result in a shocking experience. Slippy however, never backed out of a challenge and was trying to fix it again.
Blade, with his Gunblade strapped to his back, drew the pistol in his thigh holster, and pointed it at his team member.
"You have to stop trying to fix that piece of junk! Remember the last time you tried it? You were sent to sickbay with third degree burns! And now we're running out of medical supplies. So just stop tinkering with it before you fry yourself again!"
Slippy, however, wasn't listening. He kept on fooling with the microwave, knowing full well that Blade had a pistol pointed at him.
Right now, he just wanted to get the thing out of the wall.
Blade was getting tired of this. After all, he'd been trying to stop Slippy for the last week. He'd even shot the toad, but the toad always had his shields on, and none of the hits connected.
He gave up.
The wolf lowered the laser pistol, walked over to the table, and sat down opposite of Peppy. The veteran pilot laughed as the wolf started to bang his head on the table.
"Finally got to you, eh?" The old hare was still chuckling. Blade was too tired and way too frustrated to talk. He just stayed there.
Just as he stopped hitting his head, Falco walked into the room. Looking around, the bird started to crack up. "What's the matter Wolfy?
"Shut up Chicken Boy"
Falco started to clench his fists.
Falco despised being called Chicken Boy. He always took at as an insult, the way Blade meant it to be taken. Falco didn't like being called a chicken. It was a personal insult, because, even though Falco Lambardi was a bird, he couldn't fly. There was also a fact that Falco thought very highly of himself, and when he is called a chicken, it makes him appear afraid, and that's a bad thing for someone with such a big ego and a lot of pride. He also didn't like being called a boy, for that also made him look weak, and he didn't like to be weak.
"Don't call me that!" Falco spoke through clenched teeth. Blade looked up at him.
"Then stop calling me Wolfy! I hate that name!"
Blade, of course, hated that name the Avion had bestowed upon him, because it made the proud wolf seem like a timid, shy pup. He really didn't like that.
Blade stood up, and grabbed the handle of his Gunblade, but he did not draw it. Falco already had his laser pistol out and aimed at Blade. Luckily, Fox stepped into the kitchen at the same time.
"Are you two at it again?!" Fox was getting annoyed with this act.
This was not the first time that the two mercenaries had been at each other's throats. They were like this at least once a day, and on occasion, even twice. Today was no exception. Fox usually had to step in before anyone got seriously injured.
The strange thing was that both the bird and the wolf wore large grins on their faces. The two loved to fight between each other. It was their only form of entertainment that they had on the ship. Even Peppy put his paper down when there was a scuffle.
Fox was really annoyed now. "Knock it off now!"
Blade and Falco, still smiling, sat down.
Blade was soon overcome with fatigue, and he put his head back on the table. Falco sat down with a bowl of something and looked over at Slippy.
Fox, who had finally decided to look away from the table, just noticed Slippy.
"Blade! I thought I told you to make sure Slippy didn't screw around with the microwave!" Fox was having a very bad day so far.
'Something must have happened between him and Fara.' The wolf thought to himself with a chuckle
Blade sighed "I gave up on him."
"WHY!?"
Without lifting his head from the table or saying a word, Blade raised his pistol in his hand, pointed it at the wall, and pushed a button on the side. An empty energy clip fell out of the weapon.
"Oh" Was all the fox could say.
"It's a lost cause. Even if he could take that piece of junk out of the wall, he'd never be satisfied until he's taken it apart, put it back together, then done it all again! Just let him go. We'll bye a new one when we get back to Corneria."
Satisfied with his answer, Fox changed the subject.
"Okay. Everyone, we've received a message from General Pepper. We've got a new job. Meet me in cargo bay 10 in ten minutes." He then left without another word.
"What's bugging' him?" Falco said while stifling a chuckle
"Don't know, but we better get going. Come on Slip!"
Slippy, who had remained silent the entire time, finally responded, ".sure."
As the four walked out of the kitchen and followed Fox, the one thing they hadn't expected, happened. The microwave exploded.
Slippy looked back, disappointment clear on his face.
"Ah, crap!"
As the wolf, the bird, the hare, and the toad entered the cargo bay, the familiar blue glow of the hologram projector, and the even more familiar face of General Pepper greeted them.
"Ah. Everyone's here. Good. Good. Okay. Here's the mission." The General spoke in a calm tone,
"As you all know, the Cornarian Air Force is running low on the metal known as Adamantine. This metal is the hardest known substance this side of the galaxy. It's used to make the hulls of our star crafts."
'I didn't know that.' Blade's head was telling him that he was going to go on this mission.alone. He didn't want to believe himself, but that feeling was there, and it wouldn't leave.
"A large supply of Adamantine has been discovered on a planet only known as Cosmosis, and the entire Lylat system knows about it. We do not have someone there. And due to the fact that you all are the closest to the planet, one of you is to go to the planet Cosmosis. You are to scope out a sector with a large quantity of Adamantine undiscovered by the other systems. Locate the sector, and send the coordinates back to the Great Fox. Those left on the ship will relay the message to Cornarian Science Federation ship that will be launched within the hour."
Falco spoke on an unenthusiastic voice. "Great. CSF ships. Just what we need."
General Pepper ignored Falco's comment, and continued with the briefing.
"As soon as the CSF crews arrive, you are to find another Adamantine sector, then when the Crews arrive at that sector, you will de allowed to leave."
"Is that all?!" Blade yelled. "There has to be more to it!"
"Of course there is." The General responded. "The CSF is hiring you for that part. The planet Kortec 5 is hiring you for an assassination job."
"Hm.. Something exciting to do." Peppy spoke up.
"Who's the target?" Fox asked.
"The President of Cosmosis. He's more or less dictator if you ask me. An old crafty badger from what I hear."
Everyone accepted. "Who goes?" Fox asked.
"Which ever one of you has great accuracy with a rifle, and has the best stealth tactics." The General responded.
Suddenly, every head in the room turned towards Blade.
"What?! NO! Wait.never mind.it's an assassination job, right?"
"Um.yeah" Fox replied with a slightly fed-up kind of tone in his voice.
Rethinking the proposal, the wolf answered. "Okay. I'll take the job!" Blade answered.
"Good! You'll be there by tomorrow, so warm up on your shooting. Pepper, out!"
The blue face of General Pepper disappeared, and the team worked their way to the door.
'How do I get myself into these things?'
Blade stood in the caverns, waiting. He'd just showed the CSF crews where the second Adamantine Sector was, he was bored out of his mind, and he was tired of waiting. The time was 1430 hours, and he was to go and find the President in a half-hour. He leaned back against the wall, and loaded his Gunblade, making sure he had six bullets in the weapon.
A half-hour soon passed, and he slipped away from the main group. He called up Peppy.
"Peppy, I need the position of the President. It's time to start."
"Got 'em Blade. The coordinates have been sent to your PDA. Good luck! Peppy, signing off"
"Yeah.sure."
As he walked down a secret tunnel that the PDA had showed him, a sneaking suspicion of doom was creeping into his head. Again, his mind was telling him that something was wrong. He hated this feeling, but he lived with it.
As he walked down the tunnel, the PDA started to beep like crazy.
'Hm.I must be here already."
Blade found himself starring through an old hole in the wall. He looked down to see just what he had expected.
Blade had been told that the President passed through this room a lot, and was also told to wait here. He was in luck. The president was walking through his line of sight right now, and indeed, the President was a very old badger.
'This should be easy.'
As Blade attached the silencer to his sniper rifle, he mentally prepared himself for the kill. He hated killing people. That was all there was to it. But when there was a job like this, someone had to do it.
But still.every time before he pulled the trigger, he had to tell himself that whoever he was about to shoot must be really bad. You had to have a reason to hire Star Fox for an assassination job. If it wasn't a good excuse, then the order wouldn't go through, and Star Fox would have no idea that it existed.
"There's always a reason." Blade said out loud as he place the gun on the bipod, and he took aim. The wolf had slight problems with the sniper rifle, for he only had one eye, but he still out-ranked the others in marksmanship. He soon had a bead on the President, as started to slowly pull the trigger.
His paws were starting to sweat, and he pulled the trigger a little more.
However, before he could pull it completely, the President fell dead, a cloud of red falling behind him.
"What the heck? What happened?" Blade was baffled. Was someone else given the same job?
Blade started to run down the rest of the tunnel, and as he ran, he broke out into a cold sweat. He didn't have a clue to what had just happened, but he knew that it was anything but good.
He then appeared at the end of the tunnel, which had led down a staircase. He looked out to where the President was, and didn't like what he saw.
"Oh no! What happened?"
The wolf looked at the bodies of at least twenty soldiers. Possibly guards. They were all dead, and were circled around the badger he had just tried to kill.
He hailed the Great Fox on his PDA. Fox's face appeared on the screen. He looked surprised.
"Blade! What's going on? I'm reading major activity under the surface!"
"I don't care right now! We have a problem!" He almost yelled back.
"What's the problem?"
"The President's dead!" Blade answered.
"Well, isn't he supposed to be?" Fox said Mater-of-facility.
"No! It wasn't me! I didn't kill him! It was someone else!"
"Okay.I'll inform Pepper, and you'll get your new orders in a few minutes."
Blade was hesitant. He just wanted to get off this rock. "Sure"
Blade turned the PDA off, and started to investigate the other bodies. There seemed to be two groups. One looked like royal guards and the other.. He couldn't tell. But that group wore black armor. They all had swords, while the guards had guns. Strangely enough, there were more dead guards then there were or the black clad men. The wolf's PDA buzzed in his hand, and he answered it. A very stunned looking Pepper appeared on the screen.
"Blade, what's going on?!"
"General, I have no idea! There seems to be two different groups of dead guys here. Including the president. What are my orders sir?"
"You are to search the area, find the assassin, and finish the job" The General ordered.
"Yes sir"
Blade looked around, and saw a crevice in the wall. Since it was the only other way out of the room, Blade went through it. He found himself in a long tunnel. As he walked through the dark passage, there was no light except for the red glow of the ball on his Gunblade.
As he appeared on the other side, the scene that was in the other side greeted him here too. There was a great deal of creatures out here too. Though this time, the majority was of the black armored group.
He was on the surface of the desolate planet, and it appeared that he was on a large plain. Something appeared in his peripheral vision
Blade spun around, only to see a gray wolf, with black hair, armor that ran down his left arm completely, and a golden band on his head, staring back at him.
The wolf had a sword strapped to his back. The weapon had an impressive golden hilt, but that was about all that he saw of the sword.
Blade drew his own Gunblade from the sheath on his back, the red ball shining ever so brightly, and faced the stranger completely. He instantly regarded the wolf as a threat. Yet, there was something oddly familiar about this wolf.
With a little fear in his voice, Blade spoke.
"Who are you?"
End!
OK! Hopefully, you all enjoyed that. I promise more action in the next parts. Just so you know, this story and the story, "The Sword Keeper", written by Scraff, will be fused together. ((Hopefully)) This might not have been the best chapter on this site, but oh well.R&R please. Thanks a lot! Suggestions, Complements, and Ideas are greatly appreciated. Flames will be accepted, but ignored. Again, Thanks a lot.