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, you're probably wondering why the fur part is such a big deal. People these days can get DNA out of almost anything. If they found my DNA in that hair, well, they'll be able to trace me. They'd KNOW someone like me, who works at a high-class hotel, wouldn't ever even dream of going into a crappy motel. I kept my head down as he looked at me. The only part of my body that was visible would be my snout, which is snow white. He'd probably think I'm a ferret or something, hopefully.
He muttered something incoherently and stepped out into the rain without a second glance at me. I let out a sigh as he left.
**Third person Falco**
The fox slid open the van door and climbed in. Falco gave him a look as he plopped down in a rotating chair.
"Did ya get her?" Falco asked, starting up the van and driving off aimlessly. The fox sighed.
"No, but I found something else," the fox placed the strand of hair on a small, glass vial and stuck it in the machine, "Remember how all us special children have special attributes and physical appearances?"
"Yeah," Falco said over his shoulder as he did a smooth U-turn and went back towards town, "Amy's got pink fur, I've got blue feathers, Katt's..." Falco stopped and sighed miserably.
"You've got to stop thinking about Katt, Falco," the fox muttered as the machine started the gene analyzing process, "As much as she could've been valuable to us, she was still a good friend. One bad thing about her that I would assume, though..."
"What's that?" Falco said, his voice trailing off. The machine the fox was in front of beeped as it found a match. It would take a few more seconds for the entire dossier to be displayed.
"Her jumping skills," the fox chuckled, "Remember how she used to sneak up the balcony to your apartment to surprise you? Oh, and that once when she caught you in your underwear! That was a riot."
"Hey," Falco smiled as he remembered, "How'd you know that? You didn't even know Katt!" The fox just grinned. A moment later, his smirk was wiped off.
"She... She's..." he stuttered. Falco took a glance back at his partner. His smile grew wider.
"Yeah, she's hot, huh?" Falco said, unaware of what he meant.
"What?" The fox spun away from the picture of Krystal; "She's that receptionist at the hotel?" Falco frowned for a second.
"She's one of us?" His jaw dropped. The fox nodded slowly. Falco punched the air in excitement.
"Yes! She's the last one, too! Do you know how long the agency's been looking for the last one?" Falco whooped, "Less work for me, more cash for us. Not to mention a hot girl to work with." Falco winked at his reflection in the rear mirror of the hover van. The fox sighed.
"Why get these people anyway?" He mumbled, "All we'll do is suicide missions after the team is constructed. Say, why was she in that motel anyway?"
"Maybe she's looking for Amy?" Falco suggested. The fox's ears twitched slightly. His heart skipped a beat.
"She remembered."
"Huh?" Falco asked stupidly. The van turned around a corner into a restaurant. Falco set the van down in a parking space between an empty block and a red sports hover car. Falco unbuckled his seat belt and turned around to face his partner, "You know her?"
"Yeah," the fox said quietly. Falco just smiled more.
"Well, even better. Maybe she'll trust us more if she knows you, Tails."
"I hope so," Tails replied, his double tails swishing idly behind him. He gently tucked the second one into his left pant leg and followed Falco into the restaurant.
**
Tails sniffed the air, twitching his nose unhappily. A few raccoons nearby were playing poker and smoking. According to the look of the waitress, a mole, she didn't really like it either. The people sitting in the other eight tables also twitched their noses and coughing. While, turning to the waitress to order some fries, Tails noticed a figure dressed in a heavy black raincoat chewing slowly on vegetables.
"Falco, look over my right shoulder," Tails whispered. Falco obeyed in the least suspicious way. His golden hawk eyes shined a deep red for a second, signaling that he was using his special gift: Near 20/5 eyesight, which was amazing, even for a falcon, which is why he was named one of the special children.
"Yeah. That coat was out of fashion years ago," Falco smirked, eyeing the annoyed look on Tails face, "Okay, okay. She's got a stub of pink poking out of the collar. I know its Amy, don't have to say it. Just to tell ya, those aqua contacts kinda stick out."
"Well, one, it's Amy all right, and two, they're green, non- prescription contacts to avoid suspicion and I don't know why they're always blue," Tails snorted, blinking hard to re-adjust the bit of plastic, "Do you say we just get her?"
"We'll talk," Falco said simply and got up from his chair, his feathery leg brushing on the silk fabric of the tablecloth as he went. Tails followed, trying to act normal if they were just saying hi to an old pal. They've been following Amy and protecting her for the past two years, so she's sort of an acquaintance.
"Hey," Tails said nonchalantly, sitting in a chair opposite to Amy. Her green eyes twinkled as she examined him. She nodded, pulling down the collar to her raincoat. Falco sat lazily in a chair beside Tails. Amy had been eating broccoli.
"Jeez, how can you stand that stuff?" Falco fake-retched. Amy glared at him.
"Ah, you," she grinned, "How's that wing?" Falco flapped it around to say that he was fine.
"Now, Amy, for the fourth time in six months, are you gonna join us or not?" Tails asked, getting down to business. Amy turned to him, stuffing another stick of the green stuff down her throat.
"Remind me what we are and what you do," she commanded. Tails sighed and leaned back on his chair, thinking of a good way to start the story.
"Well, around fifteen years ago, there was a plague infecting the entire system. Although it was easy to cure, people still caught it and got sick for days. Scientist now believe that it was a virus able of certain performance enhances if infected into a pregnant female. The offspring, given certain time for the virus to take effect, would undergo very minor, but positive mutations. There were five of us when the plague happened. Falco, Katt, you, me, and now, an old friend, Krystal were the 'special children'," Tails dropped his voice as the waitress came over with a slight frown and a platter of fries and ketchup. Falco stole a few as Tails continued, "The virus itself was rumored to have been created on another solar system, maybe Krystal's, and spread accidentally to the Lylat, but that's irrelevant. The mutations can range from speed, extra limbs, greater eyesight, greater hearing, and perfected strength. Falco has eyesight, I have an extra tail, you have your deadly quills and your strength, and Katt had her speed and jumping skills."
"What about this Krystal girl?" Amy asked curiously. Tails pondered on that question for a moment.
"We have no idea, but she's probably already figured it out, because she seemed to always be hiding something from me while we were traveling together," Tails pulled back his triple bangs from his eyes as they kept sticking, "Now, together, we can be deadly weapons. That's why both sides of good and evil have asked us to join. Some of us made the wrong decision through our greed for power."
Falco slumped his shoulders at that and busied himself with stealing more fries. Amy gave him a smile of forgiveness and he caught it, blushing like mad. Tails chuckled and stuff a few more fries into his mouth and sharp teeth.
"Fight with us for good, Amy," Tails made a fist, "Fight with us to rid the galaxy of evil."
"Well, I'll go with you," Amy said slowly. Falco looked up in amazement, almost crying out "YESYESYES". Tails smiled and urged her to go on, "Evil cannot be rid. As long as we live and live in the world goes on, there will always be evil. We can cripple evil, but we cannot destroy it."
"Good philosophy," Tails nodded, "I like the way you think." Falco just sat there, one arm over the oak chair, trying to look cool, totally dumfounded.
"Uh, like, I don't get it?" Falco muttered.
**
A/N: I hope that explains something. Sorry for the X-Men rip off, but come on, it's not X-Men in any related way, after all. Didn't I have to say at least SOMETHING about the conspiracy?
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, you're probably wondering why the fur part is such a big deal. People these days can get DNA out of almost anything. If they found my DNA in that hair, well, they'll be able to trace me. They'd KNOW someone like me, who works at a high-class hotel, wouldn't ever even dream of going into a crappy motel. I kept my head down as he looked at me. The only part of my body that was visible would be my snout, which is snow white. He'd probably think I'm a ferret or something, hopefully.
He muttered something incoherently and stepped out into the rain without a second glance at me. I let out a sigh as he left.
**Third person Falco**
The fox slid open the van door and climbed in. Falco gave him a look as he plopped down in a rotating chair.
"Did ya get her?" Falco asked, starting up the van and driving off aimlessly. The fox sighed.
"No, but I found something else," the fox placed the strand of hair on a small, glass vial and stuck it in the machine, "Remember how all us special children have special attributes and physical appearances?"
"Yeah," Falco said over his shoulder as he did a smooth U-turn and went back towards town, "Amy's got pink fur, I've got blue feathers, Katt's..." Falco stopped and sighed miserably.
"You've got to stop thinking about Katt, Falco," the fox muttered as the machine started the gene analyzing process, "As much as she could've been valuable to us, she was still a good friend. One bad thing about her that I would assume, though..."
"What's that?" Falco said, his voice trailing off. The machine the fox was in front of beeped as it found a match. It would take a few more seconds for the entire dossier to be displayed.
"Her jumping skills," the fox chuckled, "Remember how she used to sneak up the balcony to your apartment to surprise you? Oh, and that once when she caught you in your underwear! That was a riot."
"Hey," Falco smiled as he remembered, "How'd you know that? You didn't even know Katt!" The fox just grinned. A moment later, his smirk was wiped off.
"She... She's..." he stuttered. Falco took a glance back at his partner. His smile grew wider.
"Yeah, she's hot, huh?" Falco said, unaware of what he meant.
"What?" The fox spun away from the picture of Krystal; "She's that receptionist at the hotel?" Falco frowned for a second.
"She's one of us?" His jaw dropped. The fox nodded slowly. Falco punched the air in excitement.
"Yes! She's the last one, too! Do you know how long the agency's been looking for the last one?" Falco whooped, "Less work for me, more cash for us. Not to mention a hot girl to work with." Falco winked at his reflection in the rear mirror of the hover van. The fox sighed.
"Why get these people anyway?" He mumbled, "All we'll do is suicide missions after the team is constructed. Say, why was she in that motel anyway?"
"Maybe she's looking for Amy?" Falco suggested. The fox's ears twitched slightly. His heart skipped a beat.
"She remembered."
"Huh?" Falco asked stupidly. The van turned around a corner into a restaurant. Falco set the van down in a parking space between an empty block and a red sports hover car. Falco unbuckled his seat belt and turned around to face his partner, "You know her?"
"Yeah," the fox said quietly. Falco just smiled more.
"Well, even better. Maybe she'll trust us more if she knows you, Tails."
"I hope so," Tails replied, his double tails swishing idly behind him. He gently tucked the second one into his left pant leg and followed Falco into the restaurant.
**
Tails sniffed the air, twitching his nose unhappily. A few raccoons nearby were playing poker and smoking. According to the look of the waitress, a mole, she didn't really like it either. The people sitting in the other eight tables also twitched their noses and coughing. While, turning to the waitress to order some fries, Tails noticed a figure dressed in a heavy black raincoat chewing slowly on vegetables.
"Falco, look over my right shoulder," Tails whispered. Falco obeyed in the least suspicious way. His golden hawk eyes shined a deep red for a second, signaling that he was using his special gift: Near 20/5 eyesight, which was amazing, even for a falcon, which is why he was named one of the special children.
"Yeah. That coat was out of fashion years ago," Falco smirked, eyeing the annoyed look on Tails face, "Okay, okay. She's got a stub of pink poking out of the collar. I know its Amy, don't have to say it. Just to tell ya, those aqua contacts kinda stick out."
"Well, one, it's Amy all right, and two, they're green, non- prescription contacts to avoid suspicion and I don't know why they're always blue," Tails snorted, blinking hard to re-adjust the bit of plastic, "Do you say we just get her?"
"We'll talk," Falco said simply and got up from his chair, his feathery leg brushing on the silk fabric of the tablecloth as he went. Tails followed, trying to act normal if they were just saying hi to an old pal. They've been following Amy and protecting her for the past two years, so she's sort of an acquaintance.
"Hey," Tails said nonchalantly, sitting in a chair opposite to Amy. Her green eyes twinkled as she examined him. She nodded, pulling down the collar to her raincoat. Falco sat lazily in a chair beside Tails. Amy had been eating broccoli.
"Jeez, how can you stand that stuff?" Falco fake-retched. Amy glared at him.
"Ah, you," she grinned, "How's that wing?" Falco flapped it around to say that he was fine.
"Now, Amy, for the fourth time in six months, are you gonna join us or not?" Tails asked, getting down to business. Amy turned to him, stuffing another stick of the green stuff down her throat.
"Remind me what we are and what you do," she commanded. Tails sighed and leaned back on his chair, thinking of a good way to start the story.
"Well, around fifteen years ago, there was a plague infecting the entire system. Although it was easy to cure, people still caught it and got sick for days. Scientist now believe that it was a virus able of certain performance enhances if infected into a pregnant female. The offspring, given certain time for the virus to take effect, would undergo very minor, but positive mutations. There were five of us when the plague happened. Falco, Katt, you, me, and now, an old friend, Krystal were the 'special children'," Tails dropped his voice as the waitress came over with a slight frown and a platter of fries and ketchup. Falco stole a few as Tails continued, "The virus itself was rumored to have been created on another solar system, maybe Krystal's, and spread accidentally to the Lylat, but that's irrelevant. The mutations can range from speed, extra limbs, greater eyesight, greater hearing, and perfected strength. Falco has eyesight, I have an extra tail, you have your deadly quills and your strength, and Katt had her speed and jumping skills."
"What about this Krystal girl?" Amy asked curiously. Tails pondered on that question for a moment.
"We have no idea, but she's probably already figured it out, because she seemed to always be hiding something from me while we were traveling together," Tails pulled back his triple bangs from his eyes as they kept sticking, "Now, together, we can be deadly weapons. That's why both sides of good and evil have asked us to join. Some of us made the wrong decision through our greed for power."
Falco slumped his shoulders at that and busied himself with stealing more fries. Amy gave him a smile of forgiveness and he caught it, blushing like mad. Tails chuckled and stuff a few more fries into his mouth and sharp teeth.
"Fight with us for good, Amy," Tails made a fist, "Fight with us to rid the galaxy of evil."
"Well, I'll go with you," Amy said slowly. Falco looked up in amazement, almost crying out "YESYESYES". Tails smiled and urged her to go on, "Evil cannot be rid. As long as we live and live in the world goes on, there will always be evil. We can cripple evil, but we cannot destroy it."
"Good philosophy," Tails nodded, "I like the way you think." Falco just sat there, one arm over the oak chair, trying to look cool, totally dumfounded.
"Uh, like, I don't get it?" Falco muttered.
**
A/N: I hope that explains something. Sorry for the X-Men rip off, but come on, it's not X-Men in any related way, after all. Didn't I have to say at least SOMETHING about the conspiracy?
