Starfox: The Savage Legacy
WARNING: This chapter gets pretty violent later on, involving the graphic detail of someone being ripped apart. So if you're squeamish, proceed with causation
Chapter 5: Corruption
Fox leapt out of the way, and instinctively shot ROB in the head with his blaster, but he quickly realised that it wouldn't penetrate, ROB turned towards Fox and swung at him, this time hitting him. It was surprisingly powerful, and the force alone knocked him down on the floor "Shit!" Fox groaned. The pain was immense; he checked for blood and sure enough; there was a small trail down his face. He tried to get up, only to feel an intense force against his stomach, followed by another; ROB had begun kicking him, "Arrgh! Fuck.you!" Fox yelled feeling the intensity of each hit, ROB's attacks were relentless and brutal, just like the killer, it appeared the killer had somehow corrupted ROB's data, and forced it to destroy the team. Falco couldn't stand to watch his team-mate get crushed by ROB. He ran towards ROB and punched him as hard as he could in the chest, which was a bad move, and Falco's fist quickly recoiled in pain. ROB stopped kicking Fox, and stared at Falco for a few seconds, however to Falco, ROB's cold stare lasted for almost an eternity, before he finally uttered, "You will regret that Falco. "Why can't you just wait your turn?" Falco tried to run, but ROB's arm extended, gripping Falco's neck tightly. ROB picked Falco up off the ground, and retracted his arm. He walked towards a wall. Falco immediately knew what ROB was intending. "Shit." He groaned. ROB then proceeded to violently knock Falco back and forth against the wall by extending and retracting his arms. To make matters worse, he was simultaneously choking him. Falco was in unimaginable pain, as he felt his skull being forced against the metal wall, he knew he was dieing. Fox stared at Falco, unable to pull himself up. He couldn't pull his face away from the sight. He closed his eyes, however, that did nothing to mask the situation, as Falco's screams breached his ears, constantly plaguing him with hideous guilt. He could do nothing to help his friend. All hope was lost, suddenly a ray of light broke through the dark situation; that ray of light was Slippy. "S.Slippy!" Fox yelled as loud as he could. He was actually surprised how softly that was, "Fox!?" Replied Slippy nervously, "Hit.ROB.save.him.Falco" Fox ordered in a broken sentence. "I can't! I don't have anything to hurt it! It's too strong!" Fox's pain turned to anger, "Dammit Slippy.we don't have.much time! Use.your wrench! Hit him.as hard as possible!" Slippy walked nervously towards the berserk machine, and held the wrench up high. "I.don't think it'll work!" Falco looked at Slippy, near death, "Do it!" He begged, coughing up blood. ROB spun his head 180 degrees, Slippy was startled, tightly sealed his eyes and forced the wrench to hit ROB; he forced his arm down with as much strength as he could muster. He hoped for the best, "Please! Let this work!" He begged himself. A sudden clang approved the clash of metal, and Slippy opened his eyes, shocked to see ROB's grip of Falco released, and his head rapidly spinning around. ROB suddenly emitted a shutdown confirmation, and dropped to the ground- lifeless.
Slippy was still shocked, as he looked upon what he just did. Falco was quickly getting his breath back, and Fox managed to stand himself up, albeit quickly resorting to the option of resting on the pilot seat. "I guess I don't know my own strength." Slippy muttered, still almost breathless with excitement. The others laughed, however, the matter of the killer was still present, and casual conversation was quickly cut short in favour of the more serious discussion. They decided it was now far too dangerous and risky for them to hunt down the killer; even if they managed to find him, he'd either be too powerful, or create an exit, raising the damage level of the Great Fox yet again. They eventually decided to wait in the main deck, if the killer arrived, they would have more space to battle. "And remember, this is strategy" Fox assured, "Not cowardice" The team nodded. Fox new he was wrong, but he was now enlightened to the fact the killer would take pleasure in torturing them in front of one another, and when Fox witnessed what happened to Falco, he realised that was pure hell. "That's the smartest thing you've said all day Fox." Falco approved, "It's glad to see your being realistic." Fox nodded. The team's relief however, was short lived, as the sour sound of a robot re-booting filled the air.
"Slippy.I'm disappointed in you.you should really have known me better then that." ROB said, standing up. "ROB! Why are you doing this!?" Slippy pleaded, "Because I was. how shall I say.enlightened by him" ROB replied. "Fuck you ROB!" Falco yelled, "He's destroyed you! You've become so arrogant that you can't even admit that!" ROB let out a stiff chuckle, "And this is coming from the "immortal" Falco? I have to thank you; I never knew Slippy's emotion chips would let me feel laughter. It's not as satisfying as the pleasure I got from making you cry." Falco was furious, however, he held his rage, and he knew ROB was far too powerful for him. ROB had identified his situation. He knew that the team couldn't permanently destroy him, and he predicted a 75% chance of success. He liked those odds. He was more then likely going to win, but he'd get some fun out his victim. His database was corrupt, all through his system, his AI had been tuned to think and act as a loyal copy of the killer. He raised his arm in front of Slippy, and extended it. Slippy closed his eyes. "This is it.I'm not ready to die!" He thought quivering, as ROB's arm continued to extend rapidly. Suddenly the arm was knocked away, "Fox!" Slippy yelled gleefully, after Fox had hurled his body against the arm, sending it off course. "Thank God!" ROB stared at Fox, identifying him as a new target. He tried to withdraw his arm, but it was permanently loosened. For the first time in his life, ROB felt the emotion known as anger. "Really Fox. I don't want to kill you- just play with you for a while. He wants the honours of doing that!" Fox's face was almost glowing red with rage, "Who the fuck are you talking about!" He demanded. ROB let out another stiff, robotized chuckle, "Now I don't want to spoil the surprise! I was however, giving orders to kill Slippy and Falco as a painfully as possible before your eyes Now, if you'd care to watch my work without interrupting..." ROB turned to Slippy again; he walked towards him, his broken arm slightly waving side to side with each step. He attempted to grab Slippy with his undamaged hand, but Slippy dodged it. "Let's get the fuck out of here!" Fox ordered, running through the first door they could. As soon as the door opened, they quickly burst through and shut it. Slippy keyed in the security code, on the door control and the door was reinforced by a metal plate.
They finally had a chance to catch their breath. "And to think, Falco thought this was a waste of money!" Slippy joked, resting against the door Falco shook his head, "well, I believe you wanted it solely to stop people getting in to the main deck; not out!" He retorted. Suddenly, a loud thump hit the door, "Please.this has gone on for long enough.I must finish my objective." ROB ordered, "Go to hell, ROB." Falco quickly replied. After a brief, uncomfortable silence, ROB spoke again, ".Corruption data by killer deleted. I am glad to be back with the Starfox team. Please open the doors so I can apologize personally" Fox looked at the team. Everyone knew that that had to be a blatant lie; they actually found it funny, and somewhat patronizing that ROB would even think that would work, but the team formulate a plan, primarily to force ROB to give up his act. "OK ROB, I believe you!" Fox lied, "but first, I think we just heard the killer, we need to know what we're dealing with!" ROB quickly replied, "I have lost all data of the killer" Falco sighed, "Dammit! I didn't think of that!" Slippy quickly revealed a flaw in ROB's excuse; "ROB, if you lost all memory of the killer, how did you know that he corrupted you?" He asked, spoiling ROB's alibi. "Damn Slippy, that was good." Falco complimented, which for Slippy, was a rare case. Another awkward silence followed. A series of thumps on the door, followed by a thunderous crash was heard, and Slippy's expression changed to pain. "What the hell just happened!? Slippy!?" Fox demanded. Slippy just stood their letting out muffled grunts. ROB's hand burst through Slippy's stomach. "SHIT!" Falco yelled, backing away from Slippy. ROB's arm searched around Slippy, pulling random organs out. Slippy was still alive; barely. His face was in pure pain. "This is the torture I promised you Fox. Tell me, is Slippy in pain?" ROB asked, ".You bastard." Fox groaned. He couldn't bear to see Slippy like this. He felt powerless to stop ROB, it was hopeless. ROB however, was verbally torturing Fox and Falco as well, going into great detail about what organ he was feeling, and what would happen if it were to be removed, before promptly ripping it out. However, after a couple of less important organs were stripped, ROB said something so twisted, that Fox almost vomited, "Hmm. I wonder what would happen if I picked Slippy's brain out; piece by piece!" Falco stared in horror, "Fuck!" His hand puncture the back of Slippy's skull, "well let's experiment shall we?" he immediately began to set to work. Fox suddenly thought of an idea, Slippy was as good as dead, so if he was to be killed in the quickest manner possible, it would spare him an incredible amount of pain, and was now the only humane action. "Forgive me Slippy.it's for your own good." Fox said, as he raised his blaster, "Shit! Fox, what the hell are you doing!?" Falco yelled, demanding an answer. The only answer came in the form of a burst of fire. Slippy fell to the floor, revealing ROB's blood soaked arm. As Fox looked at Slippy, blood leaked in massive doses across the floor, staining whatever part of him which had not been viciously ripped open. His brain was missing a few parts at the back, Fox vomited, over his ex-team mate. He couldn't believe that anyone could be this twisted. "Fuck you ROB! You're fucking scrap metal!" Fox yelled. However, he only just noticed ROB was trying to pry the door open.
"Shit!" Fox yelled, trying to seal the door, as it began to slowly slide open, "Come on Fox- think!" He said to himself, however, he didn't know how to activate the emergency seal. Fox needed more time to think off ideas, but it was too late, ROB had forced the door open, and was now waling through, he looked a mess, his right arm was detached, and his left arm was soaked in blood. Fox had one last idea. If this didn't work, ROB would be into the corridor. Fox shot the door control panel. Amazingly it worked. Fox realised that it was to stop any invaders from breaching the main deck, so any violent tendencies would result in sealing the door, preventing entry. This time, however, it worked differently. ROB had been ripped in half by the door, and his torso was nothing more the litter, befouling Slippy's corpse. Fox walked away with Falco. "Thank god that's over." Falco said, "No. I don't care anymore.this bastard has to pay." Fox said, "He's gone too far this time, first the Conerian massacre, then Peppy, now Slippy, in the most brutal manner possible. Hell, even ROB fell victim to him; he was turned into a fucking puppet"
"I didn't know you cared FOX!" Yelled ROB. He had been following them! ROB was using his arms to crawl across the floor; it seemed he just wouldn't stay down. ROB grabbed Fox's leg, and pulled it back, with great force, Fox hit the floor. ROB climbed on top of Fox, and reached for his neck, he held it tightly, and began to squeeze. "I'm going to kill you now Fox." He said, coldly, "I'm disobeying my master's wish, but hell, you've just pissed me off that much. Prepare to die." Falco rushed to Fox's aid, and tried to release the cold grip of the robot, but to no avail. Eventually, ROB grew tired of Falco's efforts, and winded him with his elbow. It was hopeless.
Fox eventually found everything becoming darker. He knew it was happening. He was going to die.
WARNING: This chapter gets pretty violent later on, involving the graphic detail of someone being ripped apart. So if you're squeamish, proceed with causation
Chapter 5: Corruption
Fox leapt out of the way, and instinctively shot ROB in the head with his blaster, but he quickly realised that it wouldn't penetrate, ROB turned towards Fox and swung at him, this time hitting him. It was surprisingly powerful, and the force alone knocked him down on the floor "Shit!" Fox groaned. The pain was immense; he checked for blood and sure enough; there was a small trail down his face. He tried to get up, only to feel an intense force against his stomach, followed by another; ROB had begun kicking him, "Arrgh! Fuck.you!" Fox yelled feeling the intensity of each hit, ROB's attacks were relentless and brutal, just like the killer, it appeared the killer had somehow corrupted ROB's data, and forced it to destroy the team. Falco couldn't stand to watch his team-mate get crushed by ROB. He ran towards ROB and punched him as hard as he could in the chest, which was a bad move, and Falco's fist quickly recoiled in pain. ROB stopped kicking Fox, and stared at Falco for a few seconds, however to Falco, ROB's cold stare lasted for almost an eternity, before he finally uttered, "You will regret that Falco. "Why can't you just wait your turn?" Falco tried to run, but ROB's arm extended, gripping Falco's neck tightly. ROB picked Falco up off the ground, and retracted his arm. He walked towards a wall. Falco immediately knew what ROB was intending. "Shit." He groaned. ROB then proceeded to violently knock Falco back and forth against the wall by extending and retracting his arms. To make matters worse, he was simultaneously choking him. Falco was in unimaginable pain, as he felt his skull being forced against the metal wall, he knew he was dieing. Fox stared at Falco, unable to pull himself up. He couldn't pull his face away from the sight. He closed his eyes, however, that did nothing to mask the situation, as Falco's screams breached his ears, constantly plaguing him with hideous guilt. He could do nothing to help his friend. All hope was lost, suddenly a ray of light broke through the dark situation; that ray of light was Slippy. "S.Slippy!" Fox yelled as loud as he could. He was actually surprised how softly that was, "Fox!?" Replied Slippy nervously, "Hit.ROB.save.him.Falco" Fox ordered in a broken sentence. "I can't! I don't have anything to hurt it! It's too strong!" Fox's pain turned to anger, "Dammit Slippy.we don't have.much time! Use.your wrench! Hit him.as hard as possible!" Slippy walked nervously towards the berserk machine, and held the wrench up high. "I.don't think it'll work!" Falco looked at Slippy, near death, "Do it!" He begged, coughing up blood. ROB spun his head 180 degrees, Slippy was startled, tightly sealed his eyes and forced the wrench to hit ROB; he forced his arm down with as much strength as he could muster. He hoped for the best, "Please! Let this work!" He begged himself. A sudden clang approved the clash of metal, and Slippy opened his eyes, shocked to see ROB's grip of Falco released, and his head rapidly spinning around. ROB suddenly emitted a shutdown confirmation, and dropped to the ground- lifeless.
Slippy was still shocked, as he looked upon what he just did. Falco was quickly getting his breath back, and Fox managed to stand himself up, albeit quickly resorting to the option of resting on the pilot seat. "I guess I don't know my own strength." Slippy muttered, still almost breathless with excitement. The others laughed, however, the matter of the killer was still present, and casual conversation was quickly cut short in favour of the more serious discussion. They decided it was now far too dangerous and risky for them to hunt down the killer; even if they managed to find him, he'd either be too powerful, or create an exit, raising the damage level of the Great Fox yet again. They eventually decided to wait in the main deck, if the killer arrived, they would have more space to battle. "And remember, this is strategy" Fox assured, "Not cowardice" The team nodded. Fox new he was wrong, but he was now enlightened to the fact the killer would take pleasure in torturing them in front of one another, and when Fox witnessed what happened to Falco, he realised that was pure hell. "That's the smartest thing you've said all day Fox." Falco approved, "It's glad to see your being realistic." Fox nodded. The team's relief however, was short lived, as the sour sound of a robot re-booting filled the air.
"Slippy.I'm disappointed in you.you should really have known me better then that." ROB said, standing up. "ROB! Why are you doing this!?" Slippy pleaded, "Because I was. how shall I say.enlightened by him" ROB replied. "Fuck you ROB!" Falco yelled, "He's destroyed you! You've become so arrogant that you can't even admit that!" ROB let out a stiff chuckle, "And this is coming from the "immortal" Falco? I have to thank you; I never knew Slippy's emotion chips would let me feel laughter. It's not as satisfying as the pleasure I got from making you cry." Falco was furious, however, he held his rage, and he knew ROB was far too powerful for him. ROB had identified his situation. He knew that the team couldn't permanently destroy him, and he predicted a 75% chance of success. He liked those odds. He was more then likely going to win, but he'd get some fun out his victim. His database was corrupt, all through his system, his AI had been tuned to think and act as a loyal copy of the killer. He raised his arm in front of Slippy, and extended it. Slippy closed his eyes. "This is it.I'm not ready to die!" He thought quivering, as ROB's arm continued to extend rapidly. Suddenly the arm was knocked away, "Fox!" Slippy yelled gleefully, after Fox had hurled his body against the arm, sending it off course. "Thank God!" ROB stared at Fox, identifying him as a new target. He tried to withdraw his arm, but it was permanently loosened. For the first time in his life, ROB felt the emotion known as anger. "Really Fox. I don't want to kill you- just play with you for a while. He wants the honours of doing that!" Fox's face was almost glowing red with rage, "Who the fuck are you talking about!" He demanded. ROB let out another stiff, robotized chuckle, "Now I don't want to spoil the surprise! I was however, giving orders to kill Slippy and Falco as a painfully as possible before your eyes Now, if you'd care to watch my work without interrupting..." ROB turned to Slippy again; he walked towards him, his broken arm slightly waving side to side with each step. He attempted to grab Slippy with his undamaged hand, but Slippy dodged it. "Let's get the fuck out of here!" Fox ordered, running through the first door they could. As soon as the door opened, they quickly burst through and shut it. Slippy keyed in the security code, on the door control and the door was reinforced by a metal plate.
They finally had a chance to catch their breath. "And to think, Falco thought this was a waste of money!" Slippy joked, resting against the door Falco shook his head, "well, I believe you wanted it solely to stop people getting in to the main deck; not out!" He retorted. Suddenly, a loud thump hit the door, "Please.this has gone on for long enough.I must finish my objective." ROB ordered, "Go to hell, ROB." Falco quickly replied. After a brief, uncomfortable silence, ROB spoke again, ".Corruption data by killer deleted. I am glad to be back with the Starfox team. Please open the doors so I can apologize personally" Fox looked at the team. Everyone knew that that had to be a blatant lie; they actually found it funny, and somewhat patronizing that ROB would even think that would work, but the team formulate a plan, primarily to force ROB to give up his act. "OK ROB, I believe you!" Fox lied, "but first, I think we just heard the killer, we need to know what we're dealing with!" ROB quickly replied, "I have lost all data of the killer" Falco sighed, "Dammit! I didn't think of that!" Slippy quickly revealed a flaw in ROB's excuse; "ROB, if you lost all memory of the killer, how did you know that he corrupted you?" He asked, spoiling ROB's alibi. "Damn Slippy, that was good." Falco complimented, which for Slippy, was a rare case. Another awkward silence followed. A series of thumps on the door, followed by a thunderous crash was heard, and Slippy's expression changed to pain. "What the hell just happened!? Slippy!?" Fox demanded. Slippy just stood their letting out muffled grunts. ROB's hand burst through Slippy's stomach. "SHIT!" Falco yelled, backing away from Slippy. ROB's arm searched around Slippy, pulling random organs out. Slippy was still alive; barely. His face was in pure pain. "This is the torture I promised you Fox. Tell me, is Slippy in pain?" ROB asked, ".You bastard." Fox groaned. He couldn't bear to see Slippy like this. He felt powerless to stop ROB, it was hopeless. ROB however, was verbally torturing Fox and Falco as well, going into great detail about what organ he was feeling, and what would happen if it were to be removed, before promptly ripping it out. However, after a couple of less important organs were stripped, ROB said something so twisted, that Fox almost vomited, "Hmm. I wonder what would happen if I picked Slippy's brain out; piece by piece!" Falco stared in horror, "Fuck!" His hand puncture the back of Slippy's skull, "well let's experiment shall we?" he immediately began to set to work. Fox suddenly thought of an idea, Slippy was as good as dead, so if he was to be killed in the quickest manner possible, it would spare him an incredible amount of pain, and was now the only humane action. "Forgive me Slippy.it's for your own good." Fox said, as he raised his blaster, "Shit! Fox, what the hell are you doing!?" Falco yelled, demanding an answer. The only answer came in the form of a burst of fire. Slippy fell to the floor, revealing ROB's blood soaked arm. As Fox looked at Slippy, blood leaked in massive doses across the floor, staining whatever part of him which had not been viciously ripped open. His brain was missing a few parts at the back, Fox vomited, over his ex-team mate. He couldn't believe that anyone could be this twisted. "Fuck you ROB! You're fucking scrap metal!" Fox yelled. However, he only just noticed ROB was trying to pry the door open.
"Shit!" Fox yelled, trying to seal the door, as it began to slowly slide open, "Come on Fox- think!" He said to himself, however, he didn't know how to activate the emergency seal. Fox needed more time to think off ideas, but it was too late, ROB had forced the door open, and was now waling through, he looked a mess, his right arm was detached, and his left arm was soaked in blood. Fox had one last idea. If this didn't work, ROB would be into the corridor. Fox shot the door control panel. Amazingly it worked. Fox realised that it was to stop any invaders from breaching the main deck, so any violent tendencies would result in sealing the door, preventing entry. This time, however, it worked differently. ROB had been ripped in half by the door, and his torso was nothing more the litter, befouling Slippy's corpse. Fox walked away with Falco. "Thank god that's over." Falco said, "No. I don't care anymore.this bastard has to pay." Fox said, "He's gone too far this time, first the Conerian massacre, then Peppy, now Slippy, in the most brutal manner possible. Hell, even ROB fell victim to him; he was turned into a fucking puppet"
"I didn't know you cared FOX!" Yelled ROB. He had been following them! ROB was using his arms to crawl across the floor; it seemed he just wouldn't stay down. ROB grabbed Fox's leg, and pulled it back, with great force, Fox hit the floor. ROB climbed on top of Fox, and reached for his neck, he held it tightly, and began to squeeze. "I'm going to kill you now Fox." He said, coldly, "I'm disobeying my master's wish, but hell, you've just pissed me off that much. Prepare to die." Falco rushed to Fox's aid, and tried to release the cold grip of the robot, but to no avail. Eventually, ROB grew tired of Falco's efforts, and winded him with his elbow. It was hopeless.
Fox eventually found everything becoming darker. He knew it was happening. He was going to die.