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.
"Wow, this is a nice place," Falco whistled in interest at the queen- sized water mattress, the big screen TV, the balcony and the Jacuzzi, and the ivory toilet. He threw his blaster gun on the bed and flicked on the TV.
"Aw, why can't I get in there?" His partner whined. Falco chuckled cruelly and switched on the massage button on one of the lazy-boy armchairs and groaned happily. He just got another annoyed growled from his partner; "I hate being in the van. I've been in the van for nearly two years. Next time, you get to be in the van."
"Van, van, van," Falco snorted, his golden beak clicking as he chewed on a mint form a large bowl.
"Get to work, Falco," his partner sighed, "Get Amy and let's go."
Falco sighed and stood up. Taking his blaster and shoving it back in a hidden holster behind his back, he opened the door and went out. Room 451 was a corner and three rooms away, so Falco didn't have much trouble locating it. He knocked smartly on the door and a cute voice, alert, called up from behind the door.
"Who is it?"
"Room service," Falco shouted back, "We think your Jacuzzi is broken."
"Right," Amy opened the door with a click and swung it open. Falco immediately grabbed her mouth and shoved her inside, swiftly closing the door behind her.
"Good, but not too good," Falco shook a finger. Amy breathed heavily under Falco's feathery grip, her eyes open and alert. She seemed to have changed out of her cloak and was wearing a scarlet skirt, just like the one she wore over three years ago. This time, though, it looked a bit better on her.
"Who are you?" Amy asked, her voice muffled by Falco's wing. Her pink quills shivered and stood up on end, signaling attack when she gets the chance.
"Agent Lombardi. I'm a friend," he winked at the fifteen-year-old hedgehog. He had to admit that she was pretty. Amy Rose relaxed a bit, but her quills were still erect and deadly. Falco let go of her mouth but remained his vice grip on her arms.
"Who am I to be transferred under?" She asked, testing Falco. He grinned.
"You WERE to be transferred under Colonel Brophy, but he's dead. You're to go with us," Falco smiled. She nodded and got up, her quills shifting back into her long fur. She had the most unusual pattern: Really big, single clumps of spiky fur running vertically down her back. Falco thought she looked cute.
"I have to get out of here," she whispered, her bright green eyes glinting with fear. Just that moment, a skunk barged into the room. It was the old skunk that didn't smile at Falco, but he wasn't old anymore. It must've been gray makeup he smeared on his fur, because he was now completely gray-free. He gripped a blaster in his gloved paw. His brown jacket didn't make him look threatening, but his eyes hinted otherwise.
"Move!" Falco shouted as he shoved Amy out of the line of fire. The skunk shot laser after laser. Falco nearly dodged them all, rolling this way and that, but one caught his left wing and it started to bleed torrents of warm, red liquid. Falco grunted in pain as the skunk started at him, amazed by his shot. In that millisecond, Falco drew his gun from behind his back and fired a hole right through the skunk's head. His brain particles splattered all over the door and the hall's wall.
"Smooth move," his partner said sarcastically over the line. Falco groaned and held his wing. In her fright and shock, Amy rolled into a razor- filled ball and smashed out of the window. Falco gasped as she pummeled down, but was saved by a bush of some kind. She rolled away from sight after that.
"Damn it!" Falco yelled, running out. His partner gave him instructions that he didn't really need. He was down the marble staircase and out the front door in a flash.
**First person Krystal**
The first thing I heard was gunshots. A lot of them, to be exact, they were pistols, too. Startled, I jumped up and alerted security by pressing a button under the desk. I didn't need to; they were already swarming up the stairs.
What was most peculiar, though, was the blue bird that checked in almost a moment ago running at top-speed over the heads of the security guards. His wing had been shot and he was cursing at the top of his lungs. He crashed (quite literally) out the front door and into a white van waiting outside. It drove away quickly.
I should say that I was scared out of my wits, but all that time on that battlefield hardened my instincts. I rushed up the stairs and followed the security guards to the fourth floor. There, I found a dead skunk lying in front of room 451, the strange girl's. His blood was still flowing out of him when I arrived, staining the white carpet with red and specks of gray from his brain. I actually snorted in disgust at the officers who threw up at the sight. The strange girl was nowhere to be found, but her cloak was on the couch.
That was my first objective: To search her coat for her identification. There was none, and when I was going to hand it over to the police, I noticed a single strand of fur near the collar. It was pink.
"Amanda Rinquest... A.R... Amy Rose!" I whispered to myself.
**Third person Falco**
Falco winced as his partner bandaged his wound for him. The hole wasn't that bad. Most of the damaged areas were feathers and organic film for the feathers. Falco frowned as his partner tied it up a bit too tight, but he went on with his history book without another word.
"She's at the police station," the other guy said, his face hidden in the shadows of the van. Nighttime was a strange time.
"No," Falco lowered his book to look at his partner, who just abandoned his wing to look at the satellite radar; "The cloak is at the police station. I planted the locator device on her cloak a while back."
"You should've put it on her shoe or something," he snorted unhappily. Falco just shrugged and went on with his book.
"Hey, did you know that a thousand years ago, the Japanese thought that foxes could take on human form after years of self-cultivation?" Falco sneered, looking at his partner, "Who would've thought that HUMANS would take on FOX form after years of self-cultivation?"
"Are you being specieist again, Falco?" His partner glowered, his pointy ears twitching on what Falco had to say. Falco's sneer grew wider.
"Well, I've got a lot more up my sleeve. Why the heck does your name sound like something off of a speedometer?" Falco chuckled. His partner sighed in disgust and typed up rapidly on the keyboard.
"Why the heck does your last name sound like some native tribe off the coast of Qatar?"
"Jeez, just kidding with ya, man," Falco rested his head on the back of the driver's seat, "Hey, how come ya never go to them clubs with me?"
"I'm lucky enough I passed junior high with AC, IB, and Honors, or else I wouldn't be here. I'm not gonna ruin my perfect record to get drunk," the fox muttered. Falco rolled his eyes.
"You are one strange dude. You never hit on hot girls..."
"'Cause I don't have a reason to.
"...You never have fun..."
"'Cause we have work to do."
"...And ya never go on missions with me."
"'Cause ya won't let me."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," Falco spun on his rotating chair, "Man, you should've seen that receptionist. She was so hot!" The fox rolled his eyes.
"I could tell by the way you drooled all over your shirt," he joked. Falco sighed and jumped into the driver's seat.
"Buckle up, man, we're going to ask the world for Amy Rose."
**First person Krystal**
I sat in the night air, the wind blowing in my face and the rain pelting at my bare arms. My shirt was soaked and my pants were dripping down rivers. At least the wind was hot and the air was good, or else I'd be a Popsicle by then. Hover cars whooshed by, their exhaust blowing more dirty water in my face. I was really angry by then, but I waited and waited. Because I knew that Amy Rose would be here.
I followed the strips of turned land from her rolling. I saw ambulances where people have been gored by her sharp and long quills. I followed the trail of destruction, basically. Accidental destruction, actually, from a little girl at her wits end in fright. The trail turned cold at a cheap motel somewhere in the outskirts of the little town I worked and lived in.
I don't understand how she could've trashed so much stuff. I've never seen any other hedgehog do that before. I asked the people who had been pinned. They said they couldn't explain her power, either.
Well, anyway, so there I was, sitting on a bus bench in the middle of nowhere, waiting for a pink hedgehog. The motel manager said she went out for dinner or something. I waited in the room for half an hour before the janitor drove me out here because he needed to clean.
Outside here, it was brightly lit by street lamps, but the motel and several other buildings were shaded in the dark. Black shadows crept upon me until I realized that they were tourists trying to get out of the rain under their umbrellas. One fellow frightened me so much when he sat down beside me I nearly screamed. To pass the time, I bought some yogurt at a nearby general store; strawberry yogurt, my favorite. It must've been really bad luck for me, because just as I opened the glass door outside again, I saw a shadow creeping towards the motel.
At first, I thought it was Amy, but since the streetlight in front of the motel was busted, I couldn't tell. The shadow was walking away from a white van that had parked itself near the motel. Amy wouldn't hitch a ride. I realized that before the guy neared the light from the window of the motel. He had pointy, orange ears and a swishing, orange tail tipped with white; a fox, no doubt. It wasn't anything weird, after all. Lots of foxes went this way and that on Zoness. Red Foxes and Gray Foxes are more accustomed to warm weather, so I guess it would only be natural for them to vacation on Zoness. Curious anyway because nearly no one else went around these parts, I followed him in.
I didn't want to be seen, so I unfolded the collar on my cloak and put on my cap. I pushed open the door, trying to act natural. A friendly ding and a dong rang out as the motion detector for the door was triggered. I sat down on one of the waiting chairs lined up near the right-hand wall.
"Good evening, sir," the raccoon at the desk greeted. She was wearing a casual T-shirt and pants, protected by a cheap, painted plywood desk marking off nearly half the room. Like me, she had shelves of keycards behind her.
"Hi," the fox replied, "I'm looking for Amy Rose. Is she in right now?"
My ears perked up a bit as I heard her name spoken. I buried my nose in a magazine, but I still listened intently. His voice was familiar somehow.
"I'm a friend of hers. I was supposed to meet her for dinner, but I couldn't find her at the restaurant."
Of course! He's that cool, calm voice on the phone next to Mr. Lombardi. I didn't know he was a fox. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell from his tail and his ears that he was a young guy. About my age, probably. I wanted to talk to him and joke about Falco's antics, but I didn't want to blow my cover.
"Oh, you must've missed her then," the raccoon said, "She went out around half an hour ago. You might want to try the restaurant again, hon." I saw his tail droop slightly in disappointment.
I shook myself slightly and scratched at my arm. It was late spring, and it was shedding season for me. How stupid it was. Why couldn't my fur just learn to keep in one size? I twitched a bit and I saw a few strands of my fall to the floor. The fox turned and walked towards the glass door. On the way, though, he stopped. He looked down, squinted his eyes, and bent down. He picked up a strand of my blue fur.
**
A/N: Did I say in an earlier chapter that Fox wasn't gonna be in this story? Well, whatever. IMPORTANT NOTE: I know that in the game, Falco has blue eyes, but just for the heck of it, I'll make his eyes yellow, 'cause it just will be so much cooler.
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.
"Wow, this is a nice place," Falco whistled in interest at the queen- sized water mattress, the big screen TV, the balcony and the Jacuzzi, and the ivory toilet. He threw his blaster gun on the bed and flicked on the TV.
"Aw, why can't I get in there?" His partner whined. Falco chuckled cruelly and switched on the massage button on one of the lazy-boy armchairs and groaned happily. He just got another annoyed growled from his partner; "I hate being in the van. I've been in the van for nearly two years. Next time, you get to be in the van."
"Van, van, van," Falco snorted, his golden beak clicking as he chewed on a mint form a large bowl.
"Get to work, Falco," his partner sighed, "Get Amy and let's go."
Falco sighed and stood up. Taking his blaster and shoving it back in a hidden holster behind his back, he opened the door and went out. Room 451 was a corner and three rooms away, so Falco didn't have much trouble locating it. He knocked smartly on the door and a cute voice, alert, called up from behind the door.
"Who is it?"
"Room service," Falco shouted back, "We think your Jacuzzi is broken."
"Right," Amy opened the door with a click and swung it open. Falco immediately grabbed her mouth and shoved her inside, swiftly closing the door behind her.
"Good, but not too good," Falco shook a finger. Amy breathed heavily under Falco's feathery grip, her eyes open and alert. She seemed to have changed out of her cloak and was wearing a scarlet skirt, just like the one she wore over three years ago. This time, though, it looked a bit better on her.
"Who are you?" Amy asked, her voice muffled by Falco's wing. Her pink quills shivered and stood up on end, signaling attack when she gets the chance.
"Agent Lombardi. I'm a friend," he winked at the fifteen-year-old hedgehog. He had to admit that she was pretty. Amy Rose relaxed a bit, but her quills were still erect and deadly. Falco let go of her mouth but remained his vice grip on her arms.
"Who am I to be transferred under?" She asked, testing Falco. He grinned.
"You WERE to be transferred under Colonel Brophy, but he's dead. You're to go with us," Falco smiled. She nodded and got up, her quills shifting back into her long fur. She had the most unusual pattern: Really big, single clumps of spiky fur running vertically down her back. Falco thought she looked cute.
"I have to get out of here," she whispered, her bright green eyes glinting with fear. Just that moment, a skunk barged into the room. It was the old skunk that didn't smile at Falco, but he wasn't old anymore. It must've been gray makeup he smeared on his fur, because he was now completely gray-free. He gripped a blaster in his gloved paw. His brown jacket didn't make him look threatening, but his eyes hinted otherwise.
"Move!" Falco shouted as he shoved Amy out of the line of fire. The skunk shot laser after laser. Falco nearly dodged them all, rolling this way and that, but one caught his left wing and it started to bleed torrents of warm, red liquid. Falco grunted in pain as the skunk started at him, amazed by his shot. In that millisecond, Falco drew his gun from behind his back and fired a hole right through the skunk's head. His brain particles splattered all over the door and the hall's wall.
"Smooth move," his partner said sarcastically over the line. Falco groaned and held his wing. In her fright and shock, Amy rolled into a razor- filled ball and smashed out of the window. Falco gasped as she pummeled down, but was saved by a bush of some kind. She rolled away from sight after that.
"Damn it!" Falco yelled, running out. His partner gave him instructions that he didn't really need. He was down the marble staircase and out the front door in a flash.
**First person Krystal**
The first thing I heard was gunshots. A lot of them, to be exact, they were pistols, too. Startled, I jumped up and alerted security by pressing a button under the desk. I didn't need to; they were already swarming up the stairs.
What was most peculiar, though, was the blue bird that checked in almost a moment ago running at top-speed over the heads of the security guards. His wing had been shot and he was cursing at the top of his lungs. He crashed (quite literally) out the front door and into a white van waiting outside. It drove away quickly.
I should say that I was scared out of my wits, but all that time on that battlefield hardened my instincts. I rushed up the stairs and followed the security guards to the fourth floor. There, I found a dead skunk lying in front of room 451, the strange girl's. His blood was still flowing out of him when I arrived, staining the white carpet with red and specks of gray from his brain. I actually snorted in disgust at the officers who threw up at the sight. The strange girl was nowhere to be found, but her cloak was on the couch.
That was my first objective: To search her coat for her identification. There was none, and when I was going to hand it over to the police, I noticed a single strand of fur near the collar. It was pink.
"Amanda Rinquest... A.R... Amy Rose!" I whispered to myself.
**Third person Falco**
Falco winced as his partner bandaged his wound for him. The hole wasn't that bad. Most of the damaged areas were feathers and organic film for the feathers. Falco frowned as his partner tied it up a bit too tight, but he went on with his history book without another word.
"She's at the police station," the other guy said, his face hidden in the shadows of the van. Nighttime was a strange time.
"No," Falco lowered his book to look at his partner, who just abandoned his wing to look at the satellite radar; "The cloak is at the police station. I planted the locator device on her cloak a while back."
"You should've put it on her shoe or something," he snorted unhappily. Falco just shrugged and went on with his book.
"Hey, did you know that a thousand years ago, the Japanese thought that foxes could take on human form after years of self-cultivation?" Falco sneered, looking at his partner, "Who would've thought that HUMANS would take on FOX form after years of self-cultivation?"
"Are you being specieist again, Falco?" His partner glowered, his pointy ears twitching on what Falco had to say. Falco's sneer grew wider.
"Well, I've got a lot more up my sleeve. Why the heck does your name sound like something off of a speedometer?" Falco chuckled. His partner sighed in disgust and typed up rapidly on the keyboard.
"Why the heck does your last name sound like some native tribe off the coast of Qatar?"
"Jeez, just kidding with ya, man," Falco rested his head on the back of the driver's seat, "Hey, how come ya never go to them clubs with me?"
"I'm lucky enough I passed junior high with AC, IB, and Honors, or else I wouldn't be here. I'm not gonna ruin my perfect record to get drunk," the fox muttered. Falco rolled his eyes.
"You are one strange dude. You never hit on hot girls..."
"'Cause I don't have a reason to.
"...You never have fun..."
"'Cause we have work to do."
"...And ya never go on missions with me."
"'Cause ya won't let me."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," Falco spun on his rotating chair, "Man, you should've seen that receptionist. She was so hot!" The fox rolled his eyes.
"I could tell by the way you drooled all over your shirt," he joked. Falco sighed and jumped into the driver's seat.
"Buckle up, man, we're going to ask the world for Amy Rose."
**First person Krystal**
I sat in the night air, the wind blowing in my face and the rain pelting at my bare arms. My shirt was soaked and my pants were dripping down rivers. At least the wind was hot and the air was good, or else I'd be a Popsicle by then. Hover cars whooshed by, their exhaust blowing more dirty water in my face. I was really angry by then, but I waited and waited. Because I knew that Amy Rose would be here.
I followed the strips of turned land from her rolling. I saw ambulances where people have been gored by her sharp and long quills. I followed the trail of destruction, basically. Accidental destruction, actually, from a little girl at her wits end in fright. The trail turned cold at a cheap motel somewhere in the outskirts of the little town I worked and lived in.
I don't understand how she could've trashed so much stuff. I've never seen any other hedgehog do that before. I asked the people who had been pinned. They said they couldn't explain her power, either.
Well, anyway, so there I was, sitting on a bus bench in the middle of nowhere, waiting for a pink hedgehog. The motel manager said she went out for dinner or something. I waited in the room for half an hour before the janitor drove me out here because he needed to clean.
Outside here, it was brightly lit by street lamps, but the motel and several other buildings were shaded in the dark. Black shadows crept upon me until I realized that they were tourists trying to get out of the rain under their umbrellas. One fellow frightened me so much when he sat down beside me I nearly screamed. To pass the time, I bought some yogurt at a nearby general store; strawberry yogurt, my favorite. It must've been really bad luck for me, because just as I opened the glass door outside again, I saw a shadow creeping towards the motel.
At first, I thought it was Amy, but since the streetlight in front of the motel was busted, I couldn't tell. The shadow was walking away from a white van that had parked itself near the motel. Amy wouldn't hitch a ride. I realized that before the guy neared the light from the window of the motel. He had pointy, orange ears and a swishing, orange tail tipped with white; a fox, no doubt. It wasn't anything weird, after all. Lots of foxes went this way and that on Zoness. Red Foxes and Gray Foxes are more accustomed to warm weather, so I guess it would only be natural for them to vacation on Zoness. Curious anyway because nearly no one else went around these parts, I followed him in.
I didn't want to be seen, so I unfolded the collar on my cloak and put on my cap. I pushed open the door, trying to act natural. A friendly ding and a dong rang out as the motion detector for the door was triggered. I sat down on one of the waiting chairs lined up near the right-hand wall.
"Good evening, sir," the raccoon at the desk greeted. She was wearing a casual T-shirt and pants, protected by a cheap, painted plywood desk marking off nearly half the room. Like me, she had shelves of keycards behind her.
"Hi," the fox replied, "I'm looking for Amy Rose. Is she in right now?"
My ears perked up a bit as I heard her name spoken. I buried my nose in a magazine, but I still listened intently. His voice was familiar somehow.
"I'm a friend of hers. I was supposed to meet her for dinner, but I couldn't find her at the restaurant."
Of course! He's that cool, calm voice on the phone next to Mr. Lombardi. I didn't know he was a fox. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell from his tail and his ears that he was a young guy. About my age, probably. I wanted to talk to him and joke about Falco's antics, but I didn't want to blow my cover.
"Oh, you must've missed her then," the raccoon said, "She went out around half an hour ago. You might want to try the restaurant again, hon." I saw his tail droop slightly in disappointment.
I shook myself slightly and scratched at my arm. It was late spring, and it was shedding season for me. How stupid it was. Why couldn't my fur just learn to keep in one size? I twitched a bit and I saw a few strands of my fall to the floor. The fox turned and walked towards the glass door. On the way, though, he stopped. He looked down, squinted his eyes, and bent down. He picked up a strand of my blue fur.
**
A/N: Did I say in an earlier chapter that Fox wasn't gonna be in this story? Well, whatever. IMPORTANT NOTE: I know that in the game, Falco has blue eyes, but just for the heck of it, I'll make his eyes yellow, 'cause it just will be so much cooler.
