Disclaimer: *Sigh* Why do those dumb lawyers make us poor writers make
these stupid things? Bah! Anyway, I don't own Miles 'Tails' Prowler 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.
Well, me, some blue furred creature with a liking for yogurt, found a job. I actually found a job! Not an employment involving the deaths of others, of course, but something common and more peaceful. After I left Venom in search of a better life and a reputation other than leading the rebellion on Venom, I thought Zoness, the popular tourist location, was best.
Being a hotel receptionist wasn't that bad, I guess. I got good pay (six credits an hour, which is three times minimum wage) and I met lots of interesting people. I've been at it for a month by now and already I'm employee of the day! It's wonderful, in my opinion. My boss was a really cool, young dog. Thick golden fur, shining blue eyes... I thought about dating him once, but I thought better of it. He reminds me of someone who I used to know. Tails...
"You okay, Kris?" The janitor, Mr. Alborne, asked. I nodded my head and leaned down over the desk, pretending to be busy writing, when tears were going down my face. Everyone calls him Al, but we don't really know his first name. He's about thirty and he enjoys working here for some reason. He said a happy person on vacation makes him happy, too.
To keep my mind off my old and deceased friend and savior, I looked around the place, examining everything in it. There was the desk, where I was, next to the stairs. The floor was grand marble with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everyone used to bug my name with that thing. The hall was very tall, with marble columns around the circular room. One door on my right lead out to the streets, while the other sliding window on my left lead to the swimming pool. There was a Persian carpet in the room's middle. A big, red one, to be more accurate. Pots of exotic plants and couches lined the edges of the room. There was an old, rich skunk sitting under the sunlight from the sliding window, reading a newspaper. The desk that I was in was made of heavy oak. Behind me was a big shelf with tiny spaces for the magnetic card keys to the rooms. In front of me on the half-circle desk were lots of papers and registration appointments. So far, everyone was on time. But it was only noon, so I shouldn't push my good luck.
"I know something's eating ya, Kris," Al said, pushing back his heavy, brown hair and looked intently at me with his observing feline eyes. I looked away again, but Al heard a sob with his pointy ears, "Okay, if you don't want to talk about it..."
Al shrugged and went upstairs with his bucket and mop. Not your average mop, though, one of those new ones with ionic charges that threaten to suck up almost anything loose on the floor. Once, it caught to my uniform black pants as he went by, whistling a merry tune. It took hours to get off.
I sighed as I watched him go, whistling a new music line today. He gets them from some unknown source, and it served him by giving him a new song every second day for the past fifteen years. It's amazing how little things like that can surprise you. I tugged at my itchy black jacket and shirt. I wonder why the head honchos leading the hotel line want us to wear polyester. Polyester, for crying out loud! Nothing good comes out of polyester. At least I was allowed to keep my hair as it is. Still those shiny locks that clung hopelessly in my eyes as I work. Everyone thinks I look better this way, so I just stick with it.
You might wonder why I'm not going to school. Well, since I'm fifteen now, I should be in high school, right? Nope, I graduated high school on Venom when I was fourteen. The principal allowed it, since I just got straight A's no matter what the teachers threw at me.
"Hello."
I looked up, startled, to see a figure with sunglasses come up to the reception desk. I cleared my throat and wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," I said, putting on a friendly smile. I assumed she was female because of her smooth, medium-high voice. She was also wearing a large sunhat that blocked any other facial appearance on her. That wasn't very uncommon, but what was uncommon was that she was wearing a heavy cloak. I couldn't even see her paws because she wrapped them in white gloves. I guessed that she was from Katina. Katina had hotter weather than Zoness but it had half the sunshine. That was probably why she was wearing so much and having a sunhat to top it off.
"Do you have a room reserved for Amanda Rinquest?" She asked politely. Something about this girl told me she was my age or so. I picked up the reservation booklet and flipped through the pages.
"Just a sec," I told her, scanning the pages from most recent. The girl drummed her fingers on the desk and peered around the hotel, apparently impressed. I found her name a few moments later. She had reserved a single room months ago, "Yes, I do. It has already been paid for."
I pushed on the desk and my moving chair spun back to the shelves. I picked out a single-suite room card and swung back, handing it to the girl. She smiled, but the expression was covered by the sunhat.
"Thanks."
"Your welcome. Room 451 is on the fourth floor, third hallway and turn to you left," I smiled back. She walked slowly up the stairs, to the Rec. Halls and the elevators. I sighed as I marked in my mind another happy customer.
I leaned back on my chair, my head clear from Tails for a moment. Al came back down the marble staircase to go and mop the walks of the swimming pool. He stopped at my desk for the usual chat.
"Hey, I saw a weird dude going to the elevators. Wearing a big cloak, he was," Al muttered, "Most peculiar." I couldn't help but giggle a bit.
"It's not a 'he'! She's pretty nice, after all. That's only the third customer today that smiled at me," I leaned back a bit more on my chair, "I'd think she's from Katina or somewhere."
"I'd, too," Al breathed in a deep breath and went off to the swimming pool. I watched him go, leaning back a bit more. I gave a frightened yelp as my chair tipped over and threw me into the shelves. I could hear Al laughing his head off. I threw a mint candy and him and he ducked out. The old skunk picked up the mint curiously and ate it.
The telephone jangled impatiently. I picked up the receiver and put up my best, sweetest, teenage voice.
"Good afternoon, White Stone Hotels, how may I help you?" I asked, stifling a laugh myself as I heard another teenage voice reply. A boy's, and he sounded real smitten with my voice box.
"Uh, hi. Um, I'd like to, ah, order a room, erm, single, mind you, for a, uh, Mr. Lombardi. Uh, yeah," he swallowed. I bit my tongue to keep my laughter down. I could hear a few voices arguing over the line. I heard another voice yell at the first one for being such an idiot. A few clicks and shouts were heard as the second voice wrenched the phone from the other. I just wished the president of this line of hotels would just order videophones. I giggled as the second cleared his throat.
"Sorry about that," he said. His voice was a bit clearer and lighter than the other's gruff, deep tone, "I... I mean, we would like to reserve a single's room for Mr. Lombardi, first name, Falco. He'll be in by tomorrow. He has red eyes, if you want to recognize him by that."
"Sure-"
"Hey!" The second one shouted as the phone was again stolen. The first voice spoke up ended up winning. I really had to put a fist in my mouth to stop giggling.
"No problem," I said in my most seductive tone, "See you later, hon."
"Uh," I heard him shudder in delight, "Sure. Bye, then." He hung up. I burst out laughing the moment I put down the phone. The old skunk looked at me in a strange-eyed glance. I was still giggling uncontrollably as Al waltzed back in, still whistling. He gave me a cockeyed gaze, too.
"What up?"
"I thought I'd never see the day when a guy would find himself in love with a girl's larynx!" I went back into hysterical laughter mode as Al shrugged and went back upstairs.
I stopped for a second when the old skunk went over and asked for another mint. I gave it to him. In that lapse of choking, I thought that the second voice sounded somewhat familiar. After the skunk went up to his room, I forgot about the voice and went back to giggling like a little schoolgirl.
**Third person. One day later, 6 o'clock**
Falco cast a look back at the black hover van parked across the street. He straightened his T-shirt and his blue jeans. The sun was still blazing hot and Falco needed water. He coughed a bit and pushed open the double glass doors to the enormous, white-marbled hotel.
"Hey, this place is nice," he said softly. A voice zapped to life near his ear. The earpiece was almost invisible, but Falco could still feel it.
"Yeah, I would think," his partner said through his microphone in the van, "This place is so expensive that the General nearly flipped when I asked him for the money." Falco chuckled at his friend's oddness.
"No, I mean that it's really nice," Falco muttered as he approached the desk. A brown cat janitor was whistling as he swiped the floor with a cool-looking broom. A person was at the desk. She was wearing black, just black. Falco didn't think it suited her.
"Hi," she looked up. Falco nearly choked on his spearmint gum. It was the same girl he talked to on the phone. She had sleek blue fur and bright blue strands of hair that hung near her eyes. A fox lady, no, a foxy lady. Her delicate features were enough to make him break a sweat. She was more beautiful than he had thought.
"Uh... Yeah, I'm... Oh, God," Falco tugged on the collar of his shirt. He must've swiped the tiny microphone that was hidden in the fabric because his partner yelled at him through the earpiece.
"I'm thinking that you're Mr. Lombardi?" She asked, smiling. Falco just nodded and sweated more. She swung to the shelves behind her and handed Falco a card key. Her paw brushed against his hand-wing as he took it, making him stutter more.
"Um, okay, uh, thanks..."
"465, fourth floor, fourth hallway, take the right," she giggled. Falco opened and closed his jaw and mumbled incoherently. She giggled again and waved him off. Falco found himself smiling like an idiot and waving back.
"What was that about?" His partner hissed. Falco shook his head to get himself back to the ground
"She is HOT!" Falco muttered back. His partner just snorted and gave a forced chuckle.
"The girl's in room 451. Ya better be careful, Falco, the enemy has probably stationed here already."
"Are you sure it's her?" Falco asked, trying as to seem like he was just commenting to himself. People who saw him just nodded and smiled. He smiled back, just pretending to be another friendly tourist. On the way up to the fourth floor, the only person who didn't smile was a graying skunk who's eyes had a bit more shine than other old people.
"I'm positive."
**First person Krystal**
I'm sure I have seen that bird somewhere else before. Somewhere...
"The corporal," I whispered to myself. He was the bird who shot Tails! I looked back after him on the stairs, but he disappeared. No, that couldn't be him. There were lots of exotic birds in the system. Most of them have blue plumage, no big deal. He was nice, after all...
"That wasn't him," I said firmly to myself. Al looked at me curiously, still cleaning the floor. I blushed and busied myself, "Nothing, Al."
**
A/N: Hey, what's Falco doing here? Who's his partner? Oh, let me think... Peppy? No way. Katt as a zombie? Nope. Tails? Well, now that's going a bit overboard. I'm not that crazy, after all, bringing a dead person back to life. All I can tell you is that the old skunk dude is more than he seems.
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.
Well, me, some blue furred creature with a liking for yogurt, found a job. I actually found a job! Not an employment involving the deaths of others, of course, but something common and more peaceful. After I left Venom in search of a better life and a reputation other than leading the rebellion on Venom, I thought Zoness, the popular tourist location, was best.
Being a hotel receptionist wasn't that bad, I guess. I got good pay (six credits an hour, which is three times minimum wage) and I met lots of interesting people. I've been at it for a month by now and already I'm employee of the day! It's wonderful, in my opinion. My boss was a really cool, young dog. Thick golden fur, shining blue eyes... I thought about dating him once, but I thought better of it. He reminds me of someone who I used to know. Tails...
"You okay, Kris?" The janitor, Mr. Alborne, asked. I nodded my head and leaned down over the desk, pretending to be busy writing, when tears were going down my face. Everyone calls him Al, but we don't really know his first name. He's about thirty and he enjoys working here for some reason. He said a happy person on vacation makes him happy, too.
To keep my mind off my old and deceased friend and savior, I looked around the place, examining everything in it. There was the desk, where I was, next to the stairs. The floor was grand marble with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everyone used to bug my name with that thing. The hall was very tall, with marble columns around the circular room. One door on my right lead out to the streets, while the other sliding window on my left lead to the swimming pool. There was a Persian carpet in the room's middle. A big, red one, to be more accurate. Pots of exotic plants and couches lined the edges of the room. There was an old, rich skunk sitting under the sunlight from the sliding window, reading a newspaper. The desk that I was in was made of heavy oak. Behind me was a big shelf with tiny spaces for the magnetic card keys to the rooms. In front of me on the half-circle desk were lots of papers and registration appointments. So far, everyone was on time. But it was only noon, so I shouldn't push my good luck.
"I know something's eating ya, Kris," Al said, pushing back his heavy, brown hair and looked intently at me with his observing feline eyes. I looked away again, but Al heard a sob with his pointy ears, "Okay, if you don't want to talk about it..."
Al shrugged and went upstairs with his bucket and mop. Not your average mop, though, one of those new ones with ionic charges that threaten to suck up almost anything loose on the floor. Once, it caught to my uniform black pants as he went by, whistling a merry tune. It took hours to get off.
I sighed as I watched him go, whistling a new music line today. He gets them from some unknown source, and it served him by giving him a new song every second day for the past fifteen years. It's amazing how little things like that can surprise you. I tugged at my itchy black jacket and shirt. I wonder why the head honchos leading the hotel line want us to wear polyester. Polyester, for crying out loud! Nothing good comes out of polyester. At least I was allowed to keep my hair as it is. Still those shiny locks that clung hopelessly in my eyes as I work. Everyone thinks I look better this way, so I just stick with it.
You might wonder why I'm not going to school. Well, since I'm fifteen now, I should be in high school, right? Nope, I graduated high school on Venom when I was fourteen. The principal allowed it, since I just got straight A's no matter what the teachers threw at me.
"Hello."
I looked up, startled, to see a figure with sunglasses come up to the reception desk. I cleared my throat and wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," I said, putting on a friendly smile. I assumed she was female because of her smooth, medium-high voice. She was also wearing a large sunhat that blocked any other facial appearance on her. That wasn't very uncommon, but what was uncommon was that she was wearing a heavy cloak. I couldn't even see her paws because she wrapped them in white gloves. I guessed that she was from Katina. Katina had hotter weather than Zoness but it had half the sunshine. That was probably why she was wearing so much and having a sunhat to top it off.
"Do you have a room reserved for Amanda Rinquest?" She asked politely. Something about this girl told me she was my age or so. I picked up the reservation booklet and flipped through the pages.
"Just a sec," I told her, scanning the pages from most recent. The girl drummed her fingers on the desk and peered around the hotel, apparently impressed. I found her name a few moments later. She had reserved a single room months ago, "Yes, I do. It has already been paid for."
I pushed on the desk and my moving chair spun back to the shelves. I picked out a single-suite room card and swung back, handing it to the girl. She smiled, but the expression was covered by the sunhat.
"Thanks."
"Your welcome. Room 451 is on the fourth floor, third hallway and turn to you left," I smiled back. She walked slowly up the stairs, to the Rec. Halls and the elevators. I sighed as I marked in my mind another happy customer.
I leaned back on my chair, my head clear from Tails for a moment. Al came back down the marble staircase to go and mop the walks of the swimming pool. He stopped at my desk for the usual chat.
"Hey, I saw a weird dude going to the elevators. Wearing a big cloak, he was," Al muttered, "Most peculiar." I couldn't help but giggle a bit.
"It's not a 'he'! She's pretty nice, after all. That's only the third customer today that smiled at me," I leaned back a bit more on my chair, "I'd think she's from Katina or somewhere."
"I'd, too," Al breathed in a deep breath and went off to the swimming pool. I watched him go, leaning back a bit more. I gave a frightened yelp as my chair tipped over and threw me into the shelves. I could hear Al laughing his head off. I threw a mint candy and him and he ducked out. The old skunk picked up the mint curiously and ate it.
The telephone jangled impatiently. I picked up the receiver and put up my best, sweetest, teenage voice.
"Good afternoon, White Stone Hotels, how may I help you?" I asked, stifling a laugh myself as I heard another teenage voice reply. A boy's, and he sounded real smitten with my voice box.
"Uh, hi. Um, I'd like to, ah, order a room, erm, single, mind you, for a, uh, Mr. Lombardi. Uh, yeah," he swallowed. I bit my tongue to keep my laughter down. I could hear a few voices arguing over the line. I heard another voice yell at the first one for being such an idiot. A few clicks and shouts were heard as the second voice wrenched the phone from the other. I just wished the president of this line of hotels would just order videophones. I giggled as the second cleared his throat.
"Sorry about that," he said. His voice was a bit clearer and lighter than the other's gruff, deep tone, "I... I mean, we would like to reserve a single's room for Mr. Lombardi, first name, Falco. He'll be in by tomorrow. He has red eyes, if you want to recognize him by that."
"Sure-"
"Hey!" The second one shouted as the phone was again stolen. The first voice spoke up ended up winning. I really had to put a fist in my mouth to stop giggling.
"No problem," I said in my most seductive tone, "See you later, hon."
"Uh," I heard him shudder in delight, "Sure. Bye, then." He hung up. I burst out laughing the moment I put down the phone. The old skunk looked at me in a strange-eyed glance. I was still giggling uncontrollably as Al waltzed back in, still whistling. He gave me a cockeyed gaze, too.
"What up?"
"I thought I'd never see the day when a guy would find himself in love with a girl's larynx!" I went back into hysterical laughter mode as Al shrugged and went back upstairs.
I stopped for a second when the old skunk went over and asked for another mint. I gave it to him. In that lapse of choking, I thought that the second voice sounded somewhat familiar. After the skunk went up to his room, I forgot about the voice and went back to giggling like a little schoolgirl.
**Third person. One day later, 6 o'clock**
Falco cast a look back at the black hover van parked across the street. He straightened his T-shirt and his blue jeans. The sun was still blazing hot and Falco needed water. He coughed a bit and pushed open the double glass doors to the enormous, white-marbled hotel.
"Hey, this place is nice," he said softly. A voice zapped to life near his ear. The earpiece was almost invisible, but Falco could still feel it.
"Yeah, I would think," his partner said through his microphone in the van, "This place is so expensive that the General nearly flipped when I asked him for the money." Falco chuckled at his friend's oddness.
"No, I mean that it's really nice," Falco muttered as he approached the desk. A brown cat janitor was whistling as he swiped the floor with a cool-looking broom. A person was at the desk. She was wearing black, just black. Falco didn't think it suited her.
"Hi," she looked up. Falco nearly choked on his spearmint gum. It was the same girl he talked to on the phone. She had sleek blue fur and bright blue strands of hair that hung near her eyes. A fox lady, no, a foxy lady. Her delicate features were enough to make him break a sweat. She was more beautiful than he had thought.
"Uh... Yeah, I'm... Oh, God," Falco tugged on the collar of his shirt. He must've swiped the tiny microphone that was hidden in the fabric because his partner yelled at him through the earpiece.
"I'm thinking that you're Mr. Lombardi?" She asked, smiling. Falco just nodded and sweated more. She swung to the shelves behind her and handed Falco a card key. Her paw brushed against his hand-wing as he took it, making him stutter more.
"Um, okay, uh, thanks..."
"465, fourth floor, fourth hallway, take the right," she giggled. Falco opened and closed his jaw and mumbled incoherently. She giggled again and waved him off. Falco found himself smiling like an idiot and waving back.
"What was that about?" His partner hissed. Falco shook his head to get himself back to the ground
"She is HOT!" Falco muttered back. His partner just snorted and gave a forced chuckle.
"The girl's in room 451. Ya better be careful, Falco, the enemy has probably stationed here already."
"Are you sure it's her?" Falco asked, trying as to seem like he was just commenting to himself. People who saw him just nodded and smiled. He smiled back, just pretending to be another friendly tourist. On the way up to the fourth floor, the only person who didn't smile was a graying skunk who's eyes had a bit more shine than other old people.
"I'm positive."
**First person Krystal**
I'm sure I have seen that bird somewhere else before. Somewhere...
"The corporal," I whispered to myself. He was the bird who shot Tails! I looked back after him on the stairs, but he disappeared. No, that couldn't be him. There were lots of exotic birds in the system. Most of them have blue plumage, no big deal. He was nice, after all...
"That wasn't him," I said firmly to myself. Al looked at me curiously, still cleaning the floor. I blushed and busied myself, "Nothing, Al."
**
A/N: Hey, what's Falco doing here? Who's his partner? Oh, let me think... Peppy? No way. Katt as a zombie? Nope. Tails? Well, now that's going a bit overboard. I'm not that crazy, after all, bringing a dead person back to life. All I can tell you is that the old skunk dude is more than he seems.
