Disclaimer: All GaoGaiGar characters belong to Sunrise; all Starfox
characters belong to Nintendo, etc. etc. etc.
PART FOUR: ENTER STAR FOX
Why did they choose me to do this? Falco thought as he hid himself behind the crates, awaiting the passing of the patrolling guards. He usually remained in his Arwing, taking out tanks and enemy fighters. This on-foot work - this dirty job - was usually left to Fox, their so-called valiant leader. As he heard the footsteps growing, he brought out his pistol. They were behind him. He could hear. In one swift motion, he leapt out from behind the crate, and fired at the figure. However, the opponent was clearly prepared for the ambush, and leapt out of the way. It was then that he saw. This was no Venomian guard. This was a female feline, heavily armed for combat. She drew out a large rocket launcher and fired. He narrowly evaded the explosion.
"Falco to Great Fox. Come in."
"This is Fox here. What's going on down there?"
Another rocket was fired, and he quickly dived behind a crate.
"I'm under heavy attack! I could use a little help here, Fox!"
"What is it?" replied Fox, "Enemy drones? A whole army of guards?"
"No, much worse than that," answered Falco, his voice tinged with panic, "It's cyborg Katt from the future!"
"How the hell would that happen? I thought Katt was an ally!"
"Well, it seems not. I need reinforcements!"
"I'll see what I can do. Fox out!"
Just what he needed. Indecision. That noble-prince-of-a-commanding- officer always did respond to a call, but with so little time. This was no good. By the time he responded, Falco would most likely be dead. No, this would need action. Immediate action. He heard her. She was behind his crate. No choice. As the sound of her breath began to fade, he bolted. As he was approaching an automatic door, she spotted him. Another explosion. Shards of flying debris glanced the side of his face. The heat was murderous. Keep running. He dived through, and the now open door closed behind him. He turned back, and fired a shot at the door's control panel, obliterating it. He turned round. The corridor he was facing was long and narrow. An almost absolute lack of noise magnified the sound of his every movement. His acute avian eyes were normally the keenest of those around, but here it was almost impossible to distinguish anything solid from the intense black masking his surroundings.
At that moment, he heard something. It was some sort of shuffling. Raising his gun ready to fire, he slowly paced forward, making as little noise as possible. Something cracked. It was behind him. He leapt round about to shoot, when something solid clamped his neck from behind. It was an avian wing. He kicked out behind him, to be replied with another, much harder kick. His struggling was useless; this arm had a grip firmer than an iron clamp. A clear baritone of a voice spoke out in a slow, lazy manner at his struggle.
"That would be no use, avian, if you are attempting to release yourself. I would recommend that you comply without further resistance, if you value your life. Ryuune!"
The door he sealed burst open, with a loud explosion. The feline he saw earlier stepped through the smoke. So she was not Katt. That was a relief. But who was she? Another mercenary? Who would she be working for?
"This one's a little nimble. You'd better be careful not to lose him." Her voice was slightly hoarse, and had a distinct purr to it - though very different to that of the cat he knew. They taped his beak, covered his eyes and tied him up.
After about an hour of being dragged, blindfolded, through various corridors and paths, he was flung to a wall, and the blindfold removed. The walls were metal, and he imagined he was either on a ship or a space station.
"So..." began the male voice he heard before. It came from an avian- lean and athletic, yet with a certain manner that suggested a veteran, in spite of a lack of visible scars. Proud in stature, and he moved with a certain elegance. His bill was unusually long, and his sharp upper mandible extended over the lower. "Before I begin I must warn you that - ugh... Cut the crap. Where can we find Andross? Co-operate and you may survive unscathed. Any dishonesty, and I assure you we can detect such, and your death will be a most unpleasant one."
Falco looked around. He was bound very tightly with some strange fibre, and was completely immobile. The jay was wielding a bright red beam, focused like a blade, holding the tip just below his neck. Beam weapons were very valuable in the Lylat system, and these individuals must have either been very rich, or thieves. Or both. To his left he saw the cyborg cat, who was pointing a pistol at him. Behind her he could make out two other mammals - one was a female rabbit, or a hare, and the other a lion. He looked up at the jay and attempted a grin. "Why'd you want to know? Even if I did, I'd never tell you."
"That's nice. And why wouldn't you know?" "If I knew exactly," replied Falco, "Andross would already be dead."
The bird gave a sceptical look. "And can you give us a reason to believe you?"
"No," replied Falco, "because anyone could make up bollocks then."
Jay turned to Ryuune. "Uhh. a little help?" He whispered harshly.
"What?" she replied, "Can't you even interrogate properly?"
"No!" said Jay. "What, you expect me to be able to read his mind or something?"
"To think of it..." sighed Ryuune, "The great Soldat J, renowned strongest soldier in the Ternary-solar system, can't even do a proper interrogation..."
"Hey! We were only pilots fighting against the Primeval threat! Interrogation wasn't part of our-
"...Perhaps you should just leave him - like in Guy's quarters or something. We'll think of some way to deal with him in good time. Well possibly-"
"Are you two done yet? I haven't eaten since we left Earth!" cut in Mikoto.
"Fine, let's leave him. Guy, take him to - no. I'll do that. I want to see you all-
"And why are you ordering us around?" cut in Guy. "You're not exactly our leader!"
This shocked Falco. This bird's authoritative manner made him certainly appear like their commander. After a while, however, he thought of it as no surprise. It was always the same. Avians were never allowed important positions. Stupid mammalian superiority. The four continued arguing in their strange, exotic language for some time. Eventually the bird gripped Falco by the neck and dragged him into what appeared to be the brig. From what little he saw of the ship or space station, it was certainly one like he had never seen before.
"He wasn't under any sort of disguise, was he?"
"No. Checked him thoroughly. Why?"
"I was thinking," continued Ryuune, "We could find his identity via some database. If he's anyone important, we could do some sort of ransom. I he's just some crony; we could torture him, get information and then dispose of him, adding somewhat more to our pay. Either way we'll earn something from it."
"Hey!" interrupted Guy. "If you have something important to say, say so I can hear it."
"Proverbial off." Hissed Jay.
"Now you can't speak to a leader in that tone of..."
The two ran ahead, saying nothing.
"Hey!" yelled Guy. "I'm the leader, you know! Hey! HEY!!"
"WHAT!" Yelled a female voice.
Jay rushed into her quarters (the door was left open). "Something wrong?"
"Nothing serious..."
"So you managed to hack into Corneria's records? Or did it not work?"
"It worked fine."
"So there's something about Falco?"
"No..."
"Then what?"
"I checked the records on us."
"And I suppose they made some error?"
"They spelt my name wrong."
"How could that be?" laughed Jay. "They don't even use the Sol Three generic character set!"
"Well, you know theirs. I know theirs. They put it as if I was called 'Lunette'! And please call it the Alphabet."
"Well, Half the pages on the 'Internet' or whatever it's called spell your name something like that anyway. And besides, I think 'Lunette' suits you."
"Oi! Watch your words, crow boy, if you want to - Did you say I have a web page?"
"Of course, you've got tons of fanboys out there!"
"And how would know about such-
"Aren't we a little off-topic here?" cut in Jay.
"Oh, right. I've found out about that Falco guy. He's from this mercenary band, a bit like ours. It's called Starfox. And what are we going to do about my name?"
"Uhh... Just accept their interpretation. It's only temporary anyway. And I don't think a mercenary would be very useful, but if-
"But I found out he's working for Pepper at the moment." Cut in 'Lunette'.
"And you're saying that he's after the same money we are, and so will do anything to get hold of Andross before we have a chance?"
"Well, I wasn't really thinking -"
"And then if this 'Starfox' manages to claim extermination of Andross before we have the chance, they'll run off with all the glory, not to mention the doe, leaving us with no chance of ever getting out of this stinking petting zoo again!"
"So what are we to do with him?"
They began to think. Hard. At that moment, Mikoto stepped in. "Guy! Where's Guy?" She asked, in a panic. They turned away from her, and continued talking. She refused to leave. Finally Jay, still turned away, muttered, "Ask yourself."
"I don't know!" She replied impatiently.
"Well go look for him, then."
Mikoto dashed off, leaving the two to continue talking.
"Do you even know what 'lunette' means?"
"If you're talking French," replied Jay, "It means glasses - well, when in the plural."
"Exactly! That's why...
"... It suits you."
"If you like that spelling so much, just call me 'Lune', okay?"
Just as Jay was about to speak, Mikoto barged in again.
"Guys." she called, "I need your help! Guy's been got by that-
"Deal with it yourself."
Mikoto dashed off again. When she was gone, Jay turned to the computer, with Lune standing close behind him, looking over his shoulder. "Anyway," he began, "I suppose we could still. What the.?"
"What is it?"
"Someone's accessing our database!"
"Couldn't it just be Guy?"
"That's what I'm afraid of! Come on, we'd better stop him before..."
"Before what?"
".Never mind. Just hurry!"
They arrived at the brig - too late. The walls had been blasted apart, and the prisoner nowhere to be seen.
"Computer!" Barked J, "Give me the location for-
"I do have a name, you know," replied Tomoro indignantly, "You've been watching too much Star Trek."
"Tomoro, then. Where's the prisoner?"
"The prisoner cannot be located within J-ark."
"What!" Yelled Lune, "He's escaped? How?"
"Last located at cargo bay four."
"And now?"
"Location unknown."
"Can't you at least-
"Unable to comply."
"Honestly!" snapped Jay, "You want us to treat you like a person, then you spout out all this pre-recorded message crap! Who's been watching too much Star Trek then?"
"I'm sorry," replied Tomoro acidly, "well if you're concerned then maybe you should go look for them then!"
Jay sighed and shook his head, almost scratching Lune's eye in the process. The two then ran to the bridge. As they arrived, Jay headed to his station, and began to type rapidly.
"It seems they were - what? We're being hailed!"
"Let's hear, then."
The speakers erupted with a great, ear-bleeding voice with a strong accent.
"Arrgh! Turn it down, will you!" screamed Lune. The message repeated, quieter.
"This is Fox McCloud of Starfox. We have your friends here."
Jay and Lune glanced at each other.
"Lower your shields and surrender, or face the consequences."
Sorry this took so long. I was kinda busy. Well, I hope you enjoyed it anyhow.
PART FOUR: ENTER STAR FOX
Why did they choose me to do this? Falco thought as he hid himself behind the crates, awaiting the passing of the patrolling guards. He usually remained in his Arwing, taking out tanks and enemy fighters. This on-foot work - this dirty job - was usually left to Fox, their so-called valiant leader. As he heard the footsteps growing, he brought out his pistol. They were behind him. He could hear. In one swift motion, he leapt out from behind the crate, and fired at the figure. However, the opponent was clearly prepared for the ambush, and leapt out of the way. It was then that he saw. This was no Venomian guard. This was a female feline, heavily armed for combat. She drew out a large rocket launcher and fired. He narrowly evaded the explosion.
"Falco to Great Fox. Come in."
"This is Fox here. What's going on down there?"
Another rocket was fired, and he quickly dived behind a crate.
"I'm under heavy attack! I could use a little help here, Fox!"
"What is it?" replied Fox, "Enemy drones? A whole army of guards?"
"No, much worse than that," answered Falco, his voice tinged with panic, "It's cyborg Katt from the future!"
"How the hell would that happen? I thought Katt was an ally!"
"Well, it seems not. I need reinforcements!"
"I'll see what I can do. Fox out!"
Just what he needed. Indecision. That noble-prince-of-a-commanding- officer always did respond to a call, but with so little time. This was no good. By the time he responded, Falco would most likely be dead. No, this would need action. Immediate action. He heard her. She was behind his crate. No choice. As the sound of her breath began to fade, he bolted. As he was approaching an automatic door, she spotted him. Another explosion. Shards of flying debris glanced the side of his face. The heat was murderous. Keep running. He dived through, and the now open door closed behind him. He turned back, and fired a shot at the door's control panel, obliterating it. He turned round. The corridor he was facing was long and narrow. An almost absolute lack of noise magnified the sound of his every movement. His acute avian eyes were normally the keenest of those around, but here it was almost impossible to distinguish anything solid from the intense black masking his surroundings.
At that moment, he heard something. It was some sort of shuffling. Raising his gun ready to fire, he slowly paced forward, making as little noise as possible. Something cracked. It was behind him. He leapt round about to shoot, when something solid clamped his neck from behind. It was an avian wing. He kicked out behind him, to be replied with another, much harder kick. His struggling was useless; this arm had a grip firmer than an iron clamp. A clear baritone of a voice spoke out in a slow, lazy manner at his struggle.
"That would be no use, avian, if you are attempting to release yourself. I would recommend that you comply without further resistance, if you value your life. Ryuune!"
The door he sealed burst open, with a loud explosion. The feline he saw earlier stepped through the smoke. So she was not Katt. That was a relief. But who was she? Another mercenary? Who would she be working for?
"This one's a little nimble. You'd better be careful not to lose him." Her voice was slightly hoarse, and had a distinct purr to it - though very different to that of the cat he knew. They taped his beak, covered his eyes and tied him up.
After about an hour of being dragged, blindfolded, through various corridors and paths, he was flung to a wall, and the blindfold removed. The walls were metal, and he imagined he was either on a ship or a space station.
"So..." began the male voice he heard before. It came from an avian- lean and athletic, yet with a certain manner that suggested a veteran, in spite of a lack of visible scars. Proud in stature, and he moved with a certain elegance. His bill was unusually long, and his sharp upper mandible extended over the lower. "Before I begin I must warn you that - ugh... Cut the crap. Where can we find Andross? Co-operate and you may survive unscathed. Any dishonesty, and I assure you we can detect such, and your death will be a most unpleasant one."
Falco looked around. He was bound very tightly with some strange fibre, and was completely immobile. The jay was wielding a bright red beam, focused like a blade, holding the tip just below his neck. Beam weapons were very valuable in the Lylat system, and these individuals must have either been very rich, or thieves. Or both. To his left he saw the cyborg cat, who was pointing a pistol at him. Behind her he could make out two other mammals - one was a female rabbit, or a hare, and the other a lion. He looked up at the jay and attempted a grin. "Why'd you want to know? Even if I did, I'd never tell you."
"That's nice. And why wouldn't you know?" "If I knew exactly," replied Falco, "Andross would already be dead."
The bird gave a sceptical look. "And can you give us a reason to believe you?"
"No," replied Falco, "because anyone could make up bollocks then."
Jay turned to Ryuune. "Uhh. a little help?" He whispered harshly.
"What?" she replied, "Can't you even interrogate properly?"
"No!" said Jay. "What, you expect me to be able to read his mind or something?"
"To think of it..." sighed Ryuune, "The great Soldat J, renowned strongest soldier in the Ternary-solar system, can't even do a proper interrogation..."
"Hey! We were only pilots fighting against the Primeval threat! Interrogation wasn't part of our-
"...Perhaps you should just leave him - like in Guy's quarters or something. We'll think of some way to deal with him in good time. Well possibly-"
"Are you two done yet? I haven't eaten since we left Earth!" cut in Mikoto.
"Fine, let's leave him. Guy, take him to - no. I'll do that. I want to see you all-
"And why are you ordering us around?" cut in Guy. "You're not exactly our leader!"
This shocked Falco. This bird's authoritative manner made him certainly appear like their commander. After a while, however, he thought of it as no surprise. It was always the same. Avians were never allowed important positions. Stupid mammalian superiority. The four continued arguing in their strange, exotic language for some time. Eventually the bird gripped Falco by the neck and dragged him into what appeared to be the brig. From what little he saw of the ship or space station, it was certainly one like he had never seen before.
"He wasn't under any sort of disguise, was he?"
"No. Checked him thoroughly. Why?"
"I was thinking," continued Ryuune, "We could find his identity via some database. If he's anyone important, we could do some sort of ransom. I he's just some crony; we could torture him, get information and then dispose of him, adding somewhat more to our pay. Either way we'll earn something from it."
"Hey!" interrupted Guy. "If you have something important to say, say so I can hear it."
"Proverbial off." Hissed Jay.
"Now you can't speak to a leader in that tone of..."
The two ran ahead, saying nothing.
"Hey!" yelled Guy. "I'm the leader, you know! Hey! HEY!!"
"WHAT!" Yelled a female voice.
Jay rushed into her quarters (the door was left open). "Something wrong?"
"Nothing serious..."
"So you managed to hack into Corneria's records? Or did it not work?"
"It worked fine."
"So there's something about Falco?"
"No..."
"Then what?"
"I checked the records on us."
"And I suppose they made some error?"
"They spelt my name wrong."
"How could that be?" laughed Jay. "They don't even use the Sol Three generic character set!"
"Well, you know theirs. I know theirs. They put it as if I was called 'Lunette'! And please call it the Alphabet."
"Well, Half the pages on the 'Internet' or whatever it's called spell your name something like that anyway. And besides, I think 'Lunette' suits you."
"Oi! Watch your words, crow boy, if you want to - Did you say I have a web page?"
"Of course, you've got tons of fanboys out there!"
"And how would know about such-
"Aren't we a little off-topic here?" cut in Jay.
"Oh, right. I've found out about that Falco guy. He's from this mercenary band, a bit like ours. It's called Starfox. And what are we going to do about my name?"
"Uhh... Just accept their interpretation. It's only temporary anyway. And I don't think a mercenary would be very useful, but if-
"But I found out he's working for Pepper at the moment." Cut in 'Lunette'.
"And you're saying that he's after the same money we are, and so will do anything to get hold of Andross before we have a chance?"
"Well, I wasn't really thinking -"
"And then if this 'Starfox' manages to claim extermination of Andross before we have the chance, they'll run off with all the glory, not to mention the doe, leaving us with no chance of ever getting out of this stinking petting zoo again!"
"So what are we to do with him?"
They began to think. Hard. At that moment, Mikoto stepped in. "Guy! Where's Guy?" She asked, in a panic. They turned away from her, and continued talking. She refused to leave. Finally Jay, still turned away, muttered, "Ask yourself."
"I don't know!" She replied impatiently.
"Well go look for him, then."
Mikoto dashed off, leaving the two to continue talking.
"Do you even know what 'lunette' means?"
"If you're talking French," replied Jay, "It means glasses - well, when in the plural."
"Exactly! That's why...
"... It suits you."
"If you like that spelling so much, just call me 'Lune', okay?"
Just as Jay was about to speak, Mikoto barged in again.
"Guys." she called, "I need your help! Guy's been got by that-
"Deal with it yourself."
Mikoto dashed off again. When she was gone, Jay turned to the computer, with Lune standing close behind him, looking over his shoulder. "Anyway," he began, "I suppose we could still. What the.?"
"What is it?"
"Someone's accessing our database!"
"Couldn't it just be Guy?"
"That's what I'm afraid of! Come on, we'd better stop him before..."
"Before what?"
".Never mind. Just hurry!"
They arrived at the brig - too late. The walls had been blasted apart, and the prisoner nowhere to be seen.
"Computer!" Barked J, "Give me the location for-
"I do have a name, you know," replied Tomoro indignantly, "You've been watching too much Star Trek."
"Tomoro, then. Where's the prisoner?"
"The prisoner cannot be located within J-ark."
"What!" Yelled Lune, "He's escaped? How?"
"Last located at cargo bay four."
"And now?"
"Location unknown."
"Can't you at least-
"Unable to comply."
"Honestly!" snapped Jay, "You want us to treat you like a person, then you spout out all this pre-recorded message crap! Who's been watching too much Star Trek then?"
"I'm sorry," replied Tomoro acidly, "well if you're concerned then maybe you should go look for them then!"
Jay sighed and shook his head, almost scratching Lune's eye in the process. The two then ran to the bridge. As they arrived, Jay headed to his station, and began to type rapidly.
"It seems they were - what? We're being hailed!"
"Let's hear, then."
The speakers erupted with a great, ear-bleeding voice with a strong accent.
"Arrgh! Turn it down, will you!" screamed Lune. The message repeated, quieter.
"This is Fox McCloud of Starfox. We have your friends here."
Jay and Lune glanced at each other.
"Lower your shields and surrender, or face the consequences."
Sorry this took so long. I was kinda busy. Well, I hope you enjoyed it anyhow.