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...
"What are you staring at?" The Venomian captain asked curiously. Tails wrenched his eyes away, blushing furiously. It was a fox vixen, about twelve to fourteen years old. She had bright green eyes and blue fur. Her snout was short for a fox, but she had fox-like canine teeth. Sharp, little, bright white ones, to be exact. Her bright blue hair hung down above her neck, but her front bangs hung out and down near her eyes. Her cheek fur was combed neatly back under her ears. Tails then noticed her hourglass figure, suggesting a strong fox.
"Nothing," Tails said quickly. He busied himself by picking up his gun and shoving in into his pocket. The vixen sniffed the air.
"What's that smell?" She asked. Tails sniffed, too. It was the unmistakable smell of brains and blood. The vixen turned to Tails with a hard look, "Okay, little guy. Who did you kill?"
"First of all, I'm not little, and you know that," Tails said hotly, "Second, for you information, I just killed a spy." The vixen raised an eyebrow.
"Aren't you a spy?" She asked, looking at Tails' stolen Venomian uniform. Tails froze.
"Not exactly," he mumbled, "I wasn't delivering any information."
"Right," the vixen sighed, "So, how long does the truce last?"
"What do you think?" Tails asked. Tails fidgeted on his butt. He was sitting on his second tail, and it felt really uncomfortable. Tails stuck the second tail out of the hole as well and sighed in relief.
"I don't plan on making it short," the vixen said slowly, her gaze in Tails' eyes distracted by his two swishing tails, "Most unusual."
"So? What kind of freak has blue fur?" Tails growled. He got that response all the time, but this was a Venomian officer he was talking to! No respect was necessary.
"It's just I've never met a two-tailed fox before," the Venomian said, sounding hurt, "You don't have to be mean." Tails blushed again.
"Sorry," he mumbled. The vixen raised an eyebrow again.
"Wow, you sure have mixed personalities," she chuckled. Tails blushed even more furiously.
"What's your name?" Tails asked, trying to keep her attention away from his scarlet cheeks.
"Krystal," she said.
"Krystal..."
"Just Krystal," she muttered, "How, you ask? Well, dead parents at the age of two, home planet blown up, forced to live like a bum, hitchhiking from one solar system to the other until I found a place to live. Venom, obviously. Then, tortured until I submitted my oath to Andross. Simple enough, orange boy?"
"Sorry," Tails said again, "Does that mean you didn't want to be a captain?" He was beginning to hope there was good in all Venomians.
"Well, it depends on how you look at it," Krystal said, "I want money to live, so I like having a job. I hate killing, so I hate being a captain." Tails nodded as he noticed a long leather strap slung from her left shoulder to her right hip.
"What's that?" Tails asked politely. Krystal reached behind her and took out a small, golden rod. She did something with it and it expanded into a long staff. She looked at Tails and he nodded.
"Just a weapon I use," Krystal shrugged, putting back into its smaller form and sticking it back into her strap pocket, "So, what's your name, Tails?" She asked, meaning his double tails as a callname.
"You got it," Tails smiled. She frowned for a moment and realized what he meant.
"No, your real name," Krystal chuckled.
"Miles Prower," Tails laughed slightly as well, "Do you want to get out of this place?"
"Sure, but we're not going back to the Cornerian camp, no way," Krystal frowned, "I want to go back to Venom." Tails suddenly remembered something that Alex would always recite whenever Tails was afraid to do something. Somehow, the rhyme always cheered him up and fed him courage. Tails racked his brain, trying to remember the words Alex said so many times before.
**
'Where the sun does not shine And the wind does not blow, That is where, my friend, We shall go.'
'Sharpen your sword, Tighten your bow. Into the void of danger, We shall go.'
'When you leave me, When you turn away, That will be when, My aching heart will pay.'
'Where the night Is darker than a crow, Where death roams, We shall go.'
**
"Venom?" Tails asked, "So be it. In return, I want your protection."
"What's there to protect?" Krystal asked, leaned to the side, taking a look at Tail's rear. He quickly moved his tails from sight.
"I'll protect you from the Cornerians, and you'll protect me from Venomian fire," Tails shrugged. It was an easy concept to understand, and Krystal seemed trustworthy in Tails' eyes, but he somehow thought it was more related to her beauty than the way she talked, "You look like a good shot."
"Yeah. Simple enough, but I can't believe I'm making a deal with the enemy," Krystal crossed her arms and looked at Tails. He scoffed, and she smiled, "Oh yeah, no killing Cornerians, right?"
"Of course!" Tails exclaimed. Krystal grinned as she got up from the rubble.
"I thought you'd say that."
Tails slowly stood up from the ground out of laziness and looked around. They were behind a large cement wall that Tails recognized as once being the church. The Venomians' blasts shook the building from the north side, making the rubble collapse on the south side. The only part of the large building that was left standing was the southwest corner. Tails and Krystal were currently on the south side, and Jackal's body was on the west side, still obscured from the enemy. The Cornerian camp was further southeast. Tails could make out a bit of the plateau and the mountains on the west and the east.
"There aren't any jets here," Tails said, "We'll have to go east to the Cornerian Reserve bases, or what's left of them."
"How far?" Krystal asked, squinting at the horizon. The setting sun from the west cast long shadows over the rubble, making very strange, dark figures.
"About a week's journey," Tails frowned seeing yellowish dots climbing down the plateau and into the forest, "Through Venomian-controlled territory." Krystal frowned as well and picked up her gun.
"Well, shouldn't we be going?" Krystal asked. Tails nodded in agreement and started moving. His steps froze as he heard a voice coming from the corner.
"Ugh, isn't that Jackal? Damn it! I knew that fox wasn't an officer!"
Tails immediately leveled his gun and aimed it at the corner. Krystal brought her gun up to her cheek and kneeled down, waiting with unusual calmness. There was a crunching noise of the rubble as a white dog rounded the corner with a gray ferret with a white stripe on his forehead. They gasped as they saw Tails and Krystal, but they didn't have time to draw weapons. Tails pulled the trigger on his silver pistol and a red laser flew from the tip and shot the dog in the chest, a bit to his left. The ferret fell as Krystal's black gun shot a laser through his stripe. They fell at the same time.
"Whew, good shot, Tails," Krystal commented as Tails gulped in horror. The dog's red blood slowly stained the green jacket as Krystal bent over and took his automatic rifle, "Right through the heart. Not bad, even considering that was almost point blank range."
"No bad yourself," Tails squeaked in a weird voice. Krystal threw him a rifle and he caught it with shaking paws.
"Second time killing another, I suppose," Krystal raised an eyebrow. Tails nodded slowly as he caught a grenade she threw, "Remove their gear. We don't have much." Tails obeyed with hesitance. The dog was gone of visible equipment and Krystal was searching his pockets and his boots for knives or other objects of interest. Tails tried hard not to breathe in as he removed the ferret's grenades and pistol holsters. Tails cast a look at Krystal as she dug out a keycard from the dog's left pocket.
"He's a officer of some kind, but why does he have this?" Krystal asked herself. She scowled as she saw Tails hesitating to search the ferret's pockets, "Come on, slowpoke, we don't have all day. Change out of that uniform so the Cornerians aren't looking for our blood." Tails sighed as he removed his stolen jacket and put on his shirt and vest. He blushed as he saw Krystal looking intently at him. Tails threw her his extra change of clothes and she turned the corner to change.
"You could've asked!" He called after her as he unbuckled the Venomian pants and slipped quickly into his own. Tails strapped on the pistol holsters and shoved the grenades into his pack. The ferret had two full laser pistols and a single battery clip of ammunition. He really wasn't the prepared kind, was he now? Tails sighed as he shoved those into the holsters and threw the clip into his hiking pack. He slung the rifle on his shoulder and wore the pack on his back so it didn't feel uncomfortable. Krystal appeared a moment later in Tails' clothes.
"I don't look good in blue," Krystal frowned as she tugged on the dark blue tee shirt that was a few sizes too big. Her fur was not similar to the color, but it looked very strange anyway. Tails saw that she rolled up the pants several times so she doesn't trip. He was half a head taller than she was, anyway.
"Well, live with it," Tails shrugged. Krystal sighed and shouldered her rifle and followed Tails towards the forest.
**
A/N: It's getting somewhere now. It may be confusing that Krystal is in this story, but I like putting her in. She's just the type that gets dragged into war fictions.
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...
"What are you staring at?" The Venomian captain asked curiously. Tails wrenched his eyes away, blushing furiously. It was a fox vixen, about twelve to fourteen years old. She had bright green eyes and blue fur. Her snout was short for a fox, but she had fox-like canine teeth. Sharp, little, bright white ones, to be exact. Her bright blue hair hung down above her neck, but her front bangs hung out and down near her eyes. Her cheek fur was combed neatly back under her ears. Tails then noticed her hourglass figure, suggesting a strong fox.
"Nothing," Tails said quickly. He busied himself by picking up his gun and shoving in into his pocket. The vixen sniffed the air.
"What's that smell?" She asked. Tails sniffed, too. It was the unmistakable smell of brains and blood. The vixen turned to Tails with a hard look, "Okay, little guy. Who did you kill?"
"First of all, I'm not little, and you know that," Tails said hotly, "Second, for you information, I just killed a spy." The vixen raised an eyebrow.
"Aren't you a spy?" She asked, looking at Tails' stolen Venomian uniform. Tails froze.
"Not exactly," he mumbled, "I wasn't delivering any information."
"Right," the vixen sighed, "So, how long does the truce last?"
"What do you think?" Tails asked. Tails fidgeted on his butt. He was sitting on his second tail, and it felt really uncomfortable. Tails stuck the second tail out of the hole as well and sighed in relief.
"I don't plan on making it short," the vixen said slowly, her gaze in Tails' eyes distracted by his two swishing tails, "Most unusual."
"So? What kind of freak has blue fur?" Tails growled. He got that response all the time, but this was a Venomian officer he was talking to! No respect was necessary.
"It's just I've never met a two-tailed fox before," the Venomian said, sounding hurt, "You don't have to be mean." Tails blushed again.
"Sorry," he mumbled. The vixen raised an eyebrow again.
"Wow, you sure have mixed personalities," she chuckled. Tails blushed even more furiously.
"What's your name?" Tails asked, trying to keep her attention away from his scarlet cheeks.
"Krystal," she said.
"Krystal..."
"Just Krystal," she muttered, "How, you ask? Well, dead parents at the age of two, home planet blown up, forced to live like a bum, hitchhiking from one solar system to the other until I found a place to live. Venom, obviously. Then, tortured until I submitted my oath to Andross. Simple enough, orange boy?"
"Sorry," Tails said again, "Does that mean you didn't want to be a captain?" He was beginning to hope there was good in all Venomians.
"Well, it depends on how you look at it," Krystal said, "I want money to live, so I like having a job. I hate killing, so I hate being a captain." Tails nodded as he noticed a long leather strap slung from her left shoulder to her right hip.
"What's that?" Tails asked politely. Krystal reached behind her and took out a small, golden rod. She did something with it and it expanded into a long staff. She looked at Tails and he nodded.
"Just a weapon I use," Krystal shrugged, putting back into its smaller form and sticking it back into her strap pocket, "So, what's your name, Tails?" She asked, meaning his double tails as a callname.
"You got it," Tails smiled. She frowned for a moment and realized what he meant.
"No, your real name," Krystal chuckled.
"Miles Prower," Tails laughed slightly as well, "Do you want to get out of this place?"
"Sure, but we're not going back to the Cornerian camp, no way," Krystal frowned, "I want to go back to Venom." Tails suddenly remembered something that Alex would always recite whenever Tails was afraid to do something. Somehow, the rhyme always cheered him up and fed him courage. Tails racked his brain, trying to remember the words Alex said so many times before.
**
'Where the sun does not shine And the wind does not blow, That is where, my friend, We shall go.'
'Sharpen your sword, Tighten your bow. Into the void of danger, We shall go.'
'When you leave me, When you turn away, That will be when, My aching heart will pay.'
'Where the night Is darker than a crow, Where death roams, We shall go.'
**
"Venom?" Tails asked, "So be it. In return, I want your protection."
"What's there to protect?" Krystal asked, leaned to the side, taking a look at Tail's rear. He quickly moved his tails from sight.
"I'll protect you from the Cornerians, and you'll protect me from Venomian fire," Tails shrugged. It was an easy concept to understand, and Krystal seemed trustworthy in Tails' eyes, but he somehow thought it was more related to her beauty than the way she talked, "You look like a good shot."
"Yeah. Simple enough, but I can't believe I'm making a deal with the enemy," Krystal crossed her arms and looked at Tails. He scoffed, and she smiled, "Oh yeah, no killing Cornerians, right?"
"Of course!" Tails exclaimed. Krystal grinned as she got up from the rubble.
"I thought you'd say that."
Tails slowly stood up from the ground out of laziness and looked around. They were behind a large cement wall that Tails recognized as once being the church. The Venomians' blasts shook the building from the north side, making the rubble collapse on the south side. The only part of the large building that was left standing was the southwest corner. Tails and Krystal were currently on the south side, and Jackal's body was on the west side, still obscured from the enemy. The Cornerian camp was further southeast. Tails could make out a bit of the plateau and the mountains on the west and the east.
"There aren't any jets here," Tails said, "We'll have to go east to the Cornerian Reserve bases, or what's left of them."
"How far?" Krystal asked, squinting at the horizon. The setting sun from the west cast long shadows over the rubble, making very strange, dark figures.
"About a week's journey," Tails frowned seeing yellowish dots climbing down the plateau and into the forest, "Through Venomian-controlled territory." Krystal frowned as well and picked up her gun.
"Well, shouldn't we be going?" Krystal asked. Tails nodded in agreement and started moving. His steps froze as he heard a voice coming from the corner.
"Ugh, isn't that Jackal? Damn it! I knew that fox wasn't an officer!"
Tails immediately leveled his gun and aimed it at the corner. Krystal brought her gun up to her cheek and kneeled down, waiting with unusual calmness. There was a crunching noise of the rubble as a white dog rounded the corner with a gray ferret with a white stripe on his forehead. They gasped as they saw Tails and Krystal, but they didn't have time to draw weapons. Tails pulled the trigger on his silver pistol and a red laser flew from the tip and shot the dog in the chest, a bit to his left. The ferret fell as Krystal's black gun shot a laser through his stripe. They fell at the same time.
"Whew, good shot, Tails," Krystal commented as Tails gulped in horror. The dog's red blood slowly stained the green jacket as Krystal bent over and took his automatic rifle, "Right through the heart. Not bad, even considering that was almost point blank range."
"No bad yourself," Tails squeaked in a weird voice. Krystal threw him a rifle and he caught it with shaking paws.
"Second time killing another, I suppose," Krystal raised an eyebrow. Tails nodded slowly as he caught a grenade she threw, "Remove their gear. We don't have much." Tails obeyed with hesitance. The dog was gone of visible equipment and Krystal was searching his pockets and his boots for knives or other objects of interest. Tails tried hard not to breathe in as he removed the ferret's grenades and pistol holsters. Tails cast a look at Krystal as she dug out a keycard from the dog's left pocket.
"He's a officer of some kind, but why does he have this?" Krystal asked herself. She scowled as she saw Tails hesitating to search the ferret's pockets, "Come on, slowpoke, we don't have all day. Change out of that uniform so the Cornerians aren't looking for our blood." Tails sighed as he removed his stolen jacket and put on his shirt and vest. He blushed as he saw Krystal looking intently at him. Tails threw her his extra change of clothes and she turned the corner to change.
"You could've asked!" He called after her as he unbuckled the Venomian pants and slipped quickly into his own. Tails strapped on the pistol holsters and shoved the grenades into his pack. The ferret had two full laser pistols and a single battery clip of ammunition. He really wasn't the prepared kind, was he now? Tails sighed as he shoved those into the holsters and threw the clip into his hiking pack. He slung the rifle on his shoulder and wore the pack on his back so it didn't feel uncomfortable. Krystal appeared a moment later in Tails' clothes.
"I don't look good in blue," Krystal frowned as she tugged on the dark blue tee shirt that was a few sizes too big. Her fur was not similar to the color, but it looked very strange anyway. Tails saw that she rolled up the pants several times so she doesn't trip. He was half a head taller than she was, anyway.
"Well, live with it," Tails shrugged. Krystal sighed and shouldered her rifle and followed Tails towards the forest.
**
A/N: It's getting somewhere now. It may be confusing that Krystal is in this story, but I like putting her in. She's just the type that gets dragged into war fictions.
