Disclaimer: *Sigh* Why do those dumb lawyers make us poor writers make
these stupid things? Bah! Anyway, I don't own Miles 'Tails' Prower or any
of the StarFox team, although they are barely involved and Tails is almost
my character (after I added a few touches to him).
Introduction: Well, my brain was kinda hyper after I played Sonic for about six hours straight at a friend's house AND watched 'We Were Soldiers' the other night, so I just decided to write something about our overshadowed Tails. Poor little guy; he doesn't get much attention. This is centered a bit more on StarFox than it is Sonic, so I'll just file it under StarFox. As always with my stories, this has no reference whatsoever to my other fictions. This is based on an alternate universe setting. Oh, don't worry, you don't have to know anything about Tails. Frankly, I don't know anything about him either. Ack, must I say more? He didn't meet anyone in the Sonic series, and he is a loner, a bit. This is set when Tails was thirteen and a war is brewing. Somehow, he is dragged in with all the commotion going on, and in the battlefield, he meets with an escapee, who is kinda hot...
"Mr. Stripe?" Tails called, holding a flashlight in one paw and his pistol in the other.
Tails decided to find the place where he bumped into Mr. Stripe and then go east from there. He found the spot under the palm where he found Mr. Stripe and it was easy going from there, even with the pitch darkness of a cloudy night. Mr. Stripe, being old, wasn't that agile and swift, so there was a trail of trampled plants that signaled a badger going through.
"Mr. Stripe?" Tails repeated. Sighing in defeat, Tails was just about to turn back to the camp when the beam of light hit a figure clad in gray, lying on his side, "Mr. Stripe!"
Tails ran happily towards his teacher, but he didn't move. 'Ah, poor old guy. He must be sleeping.' Tails thought as he knelt down beside the old badger. Tails was just about to poke him awake when he saw the laser hole through the badger's chest, his blood staining the grass and his jacket. His blue eyes snapped wide open in horror as he realized that Mr. Stripe was dead, and there were Venomian soldiers with itchy trigger fingers around.
"Oh, crap," Tails whispered to himself as he heard voices coming from the west. Pulling his gun from his belt, Tails crouched behind a bush, turned off his flashlight, and waited.
"... Where'd ya say the voice was coming from?" A deep male voice asked.
"Over here somewhere, Captain," a squeaky tone answered. A mouse of some sort, probably. Tails breathed in deeply as he readied his pistol. A beam of light shone across the place where Mr. Stripe was.
"Well, he ain't here now. It was probably one of them escapers who found this old hack dead here. Oh, who cares? I'm hungry and tired. Let's go back to camp and eat."
Tails listened silently as the footsteps retreated back where the came and disappeared all together. He looked at his watch. It was midnight, and Tails had to go back to Bill's camp. Taking one last look at the dead Mr. Stripe, Tails set off back, but something on the ground caught his eye. Picking it up, Tails confirmed that one of the Venomian soldiers dropped it. It was a piece of paper from a document. Tails read it in curiosity. He found that it was a memo.
'11:00 - Attack the city directly with all Venomian forces. 11:30 - Send the troops to search the forest for refugees. 12:00 - Execute all that escaped the city.'
'Dumb guy, actually needing this.' Tails thought. 'Too bad they won't find anyone in the forest now, alive, that is.' Crumpling up the paper and tossing it away, Tails started to head back to the camp, hoping that he didn't need to use his pistol.
**
"Wake up, Tails. I think they're retreating their air forces," Bill shook Tails up and dragged him, literally, to the edge of the plateau. Sleepily, Tails looked at the bright, morning horizon to see hundreds of black dots massing away back across the sea space.
"What are they doing?" Tails asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"I think they're going to attack the active army bases. Too bad for them; we have lots of SAMs to spare," Bill grinned evilly and kicked a rock down the steep slope, "Time to attack."
"What?" Tails' jaw dropped open yet again, "Are you nuts?"
"No, but you might want to ask that to the squirrels," Bill played with a string on his jacket: A loose string from the patch on the elbow of the blue overcoat. He watched as one of his soldiers armed a long-range missile to a mortar, "We're surrounded by mountains, on a steep cliff, and we have air support. It's crazy, but it just might distract them for a while before the reserve army comes in from the east. That is where they have their guns aimed at, ya know."
"The reserve army is coming here?" Tails asked.
"Yep. In about twenty minutes, I suppose," Bill said, "Fire!"
Rhine, the rhino sergeant, kicked the mortar and the missile went flying towards the rubble of a city, where a greenish sea of tents that was the military camp was located. The missile hit its target and a large tent went up in flames.
"You're playing with fire, Captain," Tails warned, "They'll be up here in minutes."
"Yep. Fire!" Another rocket was launched and that one also hit its mark. Soon after the second missile, the entire army was swarming quickly towards the plateau, occasionally sending a rocket screaming past; they never hit.
"They don't seem to be well trained," Tails chuckled as another Venomian rocket was seen flying into a mountain three miles away. Bill turned Tails' attention to large boulders dangerously close to the edge of the cliff.
"What do you say, Private Prowler? Shall we give them a rockin' welcome?" Bill smiled. Tails grinned as mortars kept firing behind them and felling tens of Venomians at a time.
"It's a shame to trample those spring flowers, but go ahead, Captain, and maybe their green jackets would add to the décor," Tails sighed and said darkly, "They do have families. Shame and pity they had to attack us."
"Yes, but war is this way, Tails," Bill mumbled as the boulders were loosed and they crushed hundreds of the thickly marching soldiers with every roll. Blood was soon rushing off the steep slope in waterfalls and the dead bodies of Venomians flopped down the hill lopsidedly. Most of the Venomians started retreating back to the city, but some kept running up the slope. Those that did were either shot down by Cornerian lasers or further trampled by rock boulders and catapults.
Bill was true to his word, as masses of carriers and jets roared their way west from the bases of the Cornerian Reserve Army. They dropped sure-looking males in blue off near the edge of the forest and cut off the escape of the surviving Venomians.
"What an easy victory," Tails murmured thoughtfully. Bill frowned.
"That's strange. There must have not even been a thousand that charged up here," he said as he watched Venomians put up their paws in defeat and throwing their weapons on the rocky ground, "I would've sworn that there were at least ten times that many."
"Strange," Tails sighed, almost feeling the hot bile coming up from his mouth. He felt sick to the stomach watching the contents inside the Venomians' skins get ruptured and splattered across the once peaceful plateau slope. Dead bodies were being piled up in huge groups. The remaining Venomians, around seven hundred, were being herded by only five hundred ground soldiers into tied-up gangs of tired and scared people. As Tails climbed down the slope to observe the prisoners, he noticed that most of the dead and the surviving Venomians were very young males, not unlike himself. 'Imagine that. Only thirteen, being killed at such a young age.' Tails shuddered. 'Bill called me Private. Does that mean I'm a part of his squad now? The legal age for a person joining the war was sixteen...'
"Huh?" Tails noticed a figure in one of the piles of dead bodies that had long, pinkish hair. It was a female cat, on her back, with a laser hole through her chest, a bit to the left. She was very young, no older than Tails, probably. Her nametag that was dangling to the side of her head read 'Katt Monroe'.
"She was my best friend," a voice from a group of prisoners spoke. Tails turned around to see a blue falcon looking at him with sad eyes. He seemed to have been shot in the right wing, but he wasn't bleeding badly.
"Pardon?" Tails asked.
"Katt, I mean. I had known her since kindergarten," the falcon gazed at the dead cat with wet eyes, "Damn that Andross. That jackass wanted to force her dad, who was sick with cancer, to go fight in this war. She went instead, that stupid girl."
"That was awful brave of her," Tails choked. He felt his own eyes water along with the falcon.
"I'm Falco. Corporal Lombardi, if you please," Falco reached out his unhurt wing, which was inconveniently handcuffed to the other wing. Tails took it and shook Falco's navy-blue plumage. Tails also noticed that Falco was near his age as well.
"Tell me something, Corporal, did you want to fight in this war?" Tails asked, feeling sorry for all those who died.
"Of course not, you idiot. If I didn't board that damn ship and taken that rifle, my parents and my sister would be dead," Falco frowned at Tails, "Name and rank, soldier, please."
"I'm not a soldier," Tails said, but his wobbly voice hinted it already, "Miles Prower. Call me Tails. Where do you think you will be going?"
"Eh? Where else? We'll be locked up in one of 'em bunkers you see over up on that hill until either the war is over or the army comes back."
"Come back? Where did they go?" Tails raised an eyebrow.
"Let's just say the main Cornerian base is done for, with over fifteen thousand units attacking it. Didn't you see the carriers going off over the ocean?" Falco pecked at his handcuffs.
"So, then. We're the only thing standing in the way of Venom now, aren't we?" Tails asked quietly.
"Who else?" Falco sighed and followed his fellow captives up the escarpment; "Watch out for the soldiers camped out in the forest, Tails. They're still there, for all I know."
**
A/N: Corny, yes, yes. But keep reading. Too bad I had to make Katt die.
Introduction: Well, my brain was kinda hyper after I played Sonic for about six hours straight at a friend's house AND watched 'We Were Soldiers' the other night, so I just decided to write something about our overshadowed Tails. Poor little guy; he doesn't get much attention. This is centered a bit more on StarFox than it is Sonic, so I'll just file it under StarFox. As always with my stories, this has no reference whatsoever to my other fictions. This is based on an alternate universe setting. Oh, don't worry, you don't have to know anything about Tails. Frankly, I don't know anything about him either. Ack, must I say more? He didn't meet anyone in the Sonic series, and he is a loner, a bit. This is set when Tails was thirteen and a war is brewing. Somehow, he is dragged in with all the commotion going on, and in the battlefield, he meets with an escapee, who is kinda hot...
"Mr. Stripe?" Tails called, holding a flashlight in one paw and his pistol in the other.
Tails decided to find the place where he bumped into Mr. Stripe and then go east from there. He found the spot under the palm where he found Mr. Stripe and it was easy going from there, even with the pitch darkness of a cloudy night. Mr. Stripe, being old, wasn't that agile and swift, so there was a trail of trampled plants that signaled a badger going through.
"Mr. Stripe?" Tails repeated. Sighing in defeat, Tails was just about to turn back to the camp when the beam of light hit a figure clad in gray, lying on his side, "Mr. Stripe!"
Tails ran happily towards his teacher, but he didn't move. 'Ah, poor old guy. He must be sleeping.' Tails thought as he knelt down beside the old badger. Tails was just about to poke him awake when he saw the laser hole through the badger's chest, his blood staining the grass and his jacket. His blue eyes snapped wide open in horror as he realized that Mr. Stripe was dead, and there were Venomian soldiers with itchy trigger fingers around.
"Oh, crap," Tails whispered to himself as he heard voices coming from the west. Pulling his gun from his belt, Tails crouched behind a bush, turned off his flashlight, and waited.
"... Where'd ya say the voice was coming from?" A deep male voice asked.
"Over here somewhere, Captain," a squeaky tone answered. A mouse of some sort, probably. Tails breathed in deeply as he readied his pistol. A beam of light shone across the place where Mr. Stripe was.
"Well, he ain't here now. It was probably one of them escapers who found this old hack dead here. Oh, who cares? I'm hungry and tired. Let's go back to camp and eat."
Tails listened silently as the footsteps retreated back where the came and disappeared all together. He looked at his watch. It was midnight, and Tails had to go back to Bill's camp. Taking one last look at the dead Mr. Stripe, Tails set off back, but something on the ground caught his eye. Picking it up, Tails confirmed that one of the Venomian soldiers dropped it. It was a piece of paper from a document. Tails read it in curiosity. He found that it was a memo.
'11:00 - Attack the city directly with all Venomian forces. 11:30 - Send the troops to search the forest for refugees. 12:00 - Execute all that escaped the city.'
'Dumb guy, actually needing this.' Tails thought. 'Too bad they won't find anyone in the forest now, alive, that is.' Crumpling up the paper and tossing it away, Tails started to head back to the camp, hoping that he didn't need to use his pistol.
**
"Wake up, Tails. I think they're retreating their air forces," Bill shook Tails up and dragged him, literally, to the edge of the plateau. Sleepily, Tails looked at the bright, morning horizon to see hundreds of black dots massing away back across the sea space.
"What are they doing?" Tails asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"I think they're going to attack the active army bases. Too bad for them; we have lots of SAMs to spare," Bill grinned evilly and kicked a rock down the steep slope, "Time to attack."
"What?" Tails' jaw dropped open yet again, "Are you nuts?"
"No, but you might want to ask that to the squirrels," Bill played with a string on his jacket: A loose string from the patch on the elbow of the blue overcoat. He watched as one of his soldiers armed a long-range missile to a mortar, "We're surrounded by mountains, on a steep cliff, and we have air support. It's crazy, but it just might distract them for a while before the reserve army comes in from the east. That is where they have their guns aimed at, ya know."
"The reserve army is coming here?" Tails asked.
"Yep. In about twenty minutes, I suppose," Bill said, "Fire!"
Rhine, the rhino sergeant, kicked the mortar and the missile went flying towards the rubble of a city, where a greenish sea of tents that was the military camp was located. The missile hit its target and a large tent went up in flames.
"You're playing with fire, Captain," Tails warned, "They'll be up here in minutes."
"Yep. Fire!" Another rocket was launched and that one also hit its mark. Soon after the second missile, the entire army was swarming quickly towards the plateau, occasionally sending a rocket screaming past; they never hit.
"They don't seem to be well trained," Tails chuckled as another Venomian rocket was seen flying into a mountain three miles away. Bill turned Tails' attention to large boulders dangerously close to the edge of the cliff.
"What do you say, Private Prowler? Shall we give them a rockin' welcome?" Bill smiled. Tails grinned as mortars kept firing behind them and felling tens of Venomians at a time.
"It's a shame to trample those spring flowers, but go ahead, Captain, and maybe their green jackets would add to the décor," Tails sighed and said darkly, "They do have families. Shame and pity they had to attack us."
"Yes, but war is this way, Tails," Bill mumbled as the boulders were loosed and they crushed hundreds of the thickly marching soldiers with every roll. Blood was soon rushing off the steep slope in waterfalls and the dead bodies of Venomians flopped down the hill lopsidedly. Most of the Venomians started retreating back to the city, but some kept running up the slope. Those that did were either shot down by Cornerian lasers or further trampled by rock boulders and catapults.
Bill was true to his word, as masses of carriers and jets roared their way west from the bases of the Cornerian Reserve Army. They dropped sure-looking males in blue off near the edge of the forest and cut off the escape of the surviving Venomians.
"What an easy victory," Tails murmured thoughtfully. Bill frowned.
"That's strange. There must have not even been a thousand that charged up here," he said as he watched Venomians put up their paws in defeat and throwing their weapons on the rocky ground, "I would've sworn that there were at least ten times that many."
"Strange," Tails sighed, almost feeling the hot bile coming up from his mouth. He felt sick to the stomach watching the contents inside the Venomians' skins get ruptured and splattered across the once peaceful plateau slope. Dead bodies were being piled up in huge groups. The remaining Venomians, around seven hundred, were being herded by only five hundred ground soldiers into tied-up gangs of tired and scared people. As Tails climbed down the slope to observe the prisoners, he noticed that most of the dead and the surviving Venomians were very young males, not unlike himself. 'Imagine that. Only thirteen, being killed at such a young age.' Tails shuddered. 'Bill called me Private. Does that mean I'm a part of his squad now? The legal age for a person joining the war was sixteen...'
"Huh?" Tails noticed a figure in one of the piles of dead bodies that had long, pinkish hair. It was a female cat, on her back, with a laser hole through her chest, a bit to the left. She was very young, no older than Tails, probably. Her nametag that was dangling to the side of her head read 'Katt Monroe'.
"She was my best friend," a voice from a group of prisoners spoke. Tails turned around to see a blue falcon looking at him with sad eyes. He seemed to have been shot in the right wing, but he wasn't bleeding badly.
"Pardon?" Tails asked.
"Katt, I mean. I had known her since kindergarten," the falcon gazed at the dead cat with wet eyes, "Damn that Andross. That jackass wanted to force her dad, who was sick with cancer, to go fight in this war. She went instead, that stupid girl."
"That was awful brave of her," Tails choked. He felt his own eyes water along with the falcon.
"I'm Falco. Corporal Lombardi, if you please," Falco reached out his unhurt wing, which was inconveniently handcuffed to the other wing. Tails took it and shook Falco's navy-blue plumage. Tails also noticed that Falco was near his age as well.
"Tell me something, Corporal, did you want to fight in this war?" Tails asked, feeling sorry for all those who died.
"Of course not, you idiot. If I didn't board that damn ship and taken that rifle, my parents and my sister would be dead," Falco frowned at Tails, "Name and rank, soldier, please."
"I'm not a soldier," Tails said, but his wobbly voice hinted it already, "Miles Prower. Call me Tails. Where do you think you will be going?"
"Eh? Where else? We'll be locked up in one of 'em bunkers you see over up on that hill until either the war is over or the army comes back."
"Come back? Where did they go?" Tails raised an eyebrow.
"Let's just say the main Cornerian base is done for, with over fifteen thousand units attacking it. Didn't you see the carriers going off over the ocean?" Falco pecked at his handcuffs.
"So, then. We're the only thing standing in the way of Venom now, aren't we?" Tails asked quietly.
"Who else?" Falco sighed and followed his fellow captives up the escarpment; "Watch out for the soldiers camped out in the forest, Tails. They're still there, for all I know."
**
A/N: Corny, yes, yes. But keep reading. Too bad I had to make Katt die.
