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.
"I never thought it would come down to this," Tails muttered as he studied his reflection in the dusty mirror. His bangs were gone, replaced by a single triangular stripe of white fur on his forehead. His hair was a lot shorter and his eyes were dark green instead of blue. It was merely a splicing spell, altering his DNA until he wanted it changed back. A new identity required a new name. Andrew Boyd would come in handy again.
Tails slid off his inner vest and threw it in the corner. Right after he did so, the door burst open and the badger stormed in.
"Did you see a fox with blue eyes come around here?" The badger growled. Andy shook his head.
"No, sir, there isn't anyone coming around here. Just an innkeeper trying to tidy up his little place," Andy put up a fake British accent and smiled warmly. The badger sighed and sat down on one of the little maple chairs in front of the bar.
"I thought this place was to be demolished," he said. Andy tried to make a surprised face.
"What? I've been gone a month for a vacation and look what happens!" Andy smiled inwardly at his act, "The place becomes a mess and some idiot wants to turn my place into rubble? Not that there's much left, though... You want a drink, mate?"
"Eh, sure," the badger shrugged. Andy skipped behind the bar and looked around the shelf. All the bottles on the oak cabinets and the shelves were either broken or empty. A whisky bottle near the edge wasn't, though.
"Aaargh! And look at what those kids from across the frog and toad did!"
"Huh?" The officer raised an eyebrow. Andy grinned as he cleaned out a little glass and filled it with the drink.
"Ya don't speak British English, do ya?" Andy smirked as he pushed the glass over the dusty counter, "I meant the kids from over the road." The badger snorted and drained the glass.
"You British teens these days," he muttered as he got up to leave, "All sixes and sevens, hmm?"
"The majority," Andy called after him as he pushed the door open. Smiling to himself, Master Boyd looked around the little tavern. It was rather old fashioned, but there were modern appliances, too. The cylindrical bulbs on the ceiling were long dead and the glass panes and the tiled floors were layered with dust and grime. The wooden roundtables and the armchairs were chipped and molding. The only thing that looked like it was not beat up was the counter of the bar. It was still fine looking and Andy could see the polish from under the thick layer of dust.
Andy touched the staff under his baggy pants. He let out a sigh as he saw the vehicles departing over the other way. His heart raced again as a voice called out from the stairway.
"Hey! What are you doing in my inn?" A female's voice shouted at Andy. He spun around and met the glowing brown eyes of a vixen in the shadows. She had her fists on her hips and was swishing her tail horizontally in a warning manner.
"N-nothing! I just wanted a place to stay for a while," Andy gulped. The vixen stormed up to him and into the light. She was wearing a black cloak of some sort with a gray shirt and pants underneath. Her ears were twitching at every sound Andy made. Her paws were light brown and her snout was a dull gray. What right did she have to kick him out? The place was a big dump anyway, and she was at least a few years younger than he was.
"And does that give to the impression that you may call this place your own? Well, well, aren't you the outgoing one, giving MY drinks to a cop!" She snarled and her tail stood on end. Andy made no move of flinching, his fear vanishing in a second.
"Call me hospitable," Andy sneered, "This place doesn't have any future left in it. You heard the guy: This place is gonna get demolished."
"That still doesn't give you any right to do anything to my stuff," she hissed, "And what happened to that stupid accent of yours?"
"Oy, if you think a British accent is stupid, then get surgery on your larynx," Andy smirked, putting on the accent again, "You've got one anyway. Why doncha go back up the old apples and pears and get some beauty sleep, my lady?" Bad move, Andy. In a flash, the vixen had her claws clasped on Andy's neck, choking him. She had more strength than he would've ever dreamed.
"You will turn around, and you will get out," she commanded. She threw him against the wall and Andy heard a bone crack out of place. Groaning, he twitched on the floor.
"Hey, that hurt."
"It was supposed to," she mocked. Andy didn't really want to have anything else to do with her other than give her pain. He sent a wave of magic to his shoulder blade and it snapped back into the joint. The vixen stopped dead as Andrew straightened up and cracked his knuckles.
Andy felt anger. He felt like he needed to break something. With a scream, he raised his paws above his head and called his potential energy forth. His paws started crackling and fire erupted from his fingers. With another unearthly scream, he waved his hands at the vixen and a huge wave of liquid fire screeched toward her. She jumped out just in time as the liquid crashed into the wall and turned it into a hole in the cement. The wave splattered into little globs of white-hot fire and it ignited the entire tavern in a matter of seconds. The vixen gave Andy a horrified look before she ran out the door.
Andy was as horrified as she was. The roof was creaking and groaning. The floor tiles bubbled in the intense heat. The whiskey bottle caught on fire and made a little explosion of its own. Andrew hurried out into the cold, icy street and watched as the licking tongues of orange incinerated the building. A huge cloud of black smoke rose up from the scene, making strange shapes in the blue sky. It was magic, horrible, ugly magic. Andy didn't bother to suck up the energy. He didn't want to. The magic had degraded himself to worse than what he was accused of.
**
"Crap, crap, crap," Andy kept chanting as he dodged between the alleys in the buildings. People were shouting and pointing at him, and the police were beginning to notice the yells. Suddenly, he tripped on a piece of scrap metal and rolled down the hill and back towards the station. He was stopped as he rammed into something furry and warm.
"You again?" The vixen growled. Her voice was a bit shakier than the last time they had confronted each other. Andy gaped at her as she yelled for the police to come her way.
"You jerk!" Andy yelled as he shoved her out of the way and continued to run. The guards seemed to forget about Miles Prower as they chased a new suspect. Andy desperately wanted to take off and fly, but that would blow his cover and make him charged for another crime. He was able to flatten his temporary single tail and wheel it around to create force, but that wouldn't do much against the motorcycles that the guards had. He took his chances with one tail anyway.
Andy was at first surprised how well it worked. His feet in red sneakers barely touched the ground. A motorcycle came up beside him. The ferret with a helmet riding it was equally shocked that something on foot can beat his hoverbike. Andy rammed him off the bike and he went tumbling off into a wall. The battery of the motor blew up and took out the ferret with it. Andy winced as he smelled the burnt fur.
The cops were getting a bit aggravated and were starting to use guns. Andy barely avoided a laser shot that almost took off one of his ears. He was almost in front of the Army headquarters now. A blue-feathered falcon suddenly walked into the street and got in his way. Andy didn't have time to stop himself from ramming into Falco as well. He bounced off a hover car and landed with a thud on the asphalt. Andy was thrown into one of the parking meters out front.
"Hey! You stupid idiot!" Falco screeched, getting up to take a look at Andy Boyd. Tails' disguise was good enough even to fool his best friend. Falco shoved Andy out of his way as he went to get his bike. Apparently, he wanted to catch this rogue fire-loving maniac, too. Andy let out a sigh as he realized Falco didn't get a complete report on what the maniac looked like.
Andy ducked into an alley and watched as the bikes and the cars sped by, chasing a fox that they couldn't even see anymore. Idiots, the lot of them. The glare from the sun must've made a little replica of a fox in front of their windshields. Andy snorted in disgust as he straightened up his trenchcoat and walked off into the wind. A hint of snow crept into the skies as Andrew Boyd walked off like a ghost in the afternoon sun.
**
A/N: I don't know if I made it clear enough, but currently, it is winter. Oh, in the story, too, you morons.
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.
"I never thought it would come down to this," Tails muttered as he studied his reflection in the dusty mirror. His bangs were gone, replaced by a single triangular stripe of white fur on his forehead. His hair was a lot shorter and his eyes were dark green instead of blue. It was merely a splicing spell, altering his DNA until he wanted it changed back. A new identity required a new name. Andrew Boyd would come in handy again.
Tails slid off his inner vest and threw it in the corner. Right after he did so, the door burst open and the badger stormed in.
"Did you see a fox with blue eyes come around here?" The badger growled. Andy shook his head.
"No, sir, there isn't anyone coming around here. Just an innkeeper trying to tidy up his little place," Andy put up a fake British accent and smiled warmly. The badger sighed and sat down on one of the little maple chairs in front of the bar.
"I thought this place was to be demolished," he said. Andy tried to make a surprised face.
"What? I've been gone a month for a vacation and look what happens!" Andy smiled inwardly at his act, "The place becomes a mess and some idiot wants to turn my place into rubble? Not that there's much left, though... You want a drink, mate?"
"Eh, sure," the badger shrugged. Andy skipped behind the bar and looked around the shelf. All the bottles on the oak cabinets and the shelves were either broken or empty. A whisky bottle near the edge wasn't, though.
"Aaargh! And look at what those kids from across the frog and toad did!"
"Huh?" The officer raised an eyebrow. Andy grinned as he cleaned out a little glass and filled it with the drink.
"Ya don't speak British English, do ya?" Andy smirked as he pushed the glass over the dusty counter, "I meant the kids from over the road." The badger snorted and drained the glass.
"You British teens these days," he muttered as he got up to leave, "All sixes and sevens, hmm?"
"The majority," Andy called after him as he pushed the door open. Smiling to himself, Master Boyd looked around the little tavern. It was rather old fashioned, but there were modern appliances, too. The cylindrical bulbs on the ceiling were long dead and the glass panes and the tiled floors were layered with dust and grime. The wooden roundtables and the armchairs were chipped and molding. The only thing that looked like it was not beat up was the counter of the bar. It was still fine looking and Andy could see the polish from under the thick layer of dust.
Andy touched the staff under his baggy pants. He let out a sigh as he saw the vehicles departing over the other way. His heart raced again as a voice called out from the stairway.
"Hey! What are you doing in my inn?" A female's voice shouted at Andy. He spun around and met the glowing brown eyes of a vixen in the shadows. She had her fists on her hips and was swishing her tail horizontally in a warning manner.
"N-nothing! I just wanted a place to stay for a while," Andy gulped. The vixen stormed up to him and into the light. She was wearing a black cloak of some sort with a gray shirt and pants underneath. Her ears were twitching at every sound Andy made. Her paws were light brown and her snout was a dull gray. What right did she have to kick him out? The place was a big dump anyway, and she was at least a few years younger than he was.
"And does that give to the impression that you may call this place your own? Well, well, aren't you the outgoing one, giving MY drinks to a cop!" She snarled and her tail stood on end. Andy made no move of flinching, his fear vanishing in a second.
"Call me hospitable," Andy sneered, "This place doesn't have any future left in it. You heard the guy: This place is gonna get demolished."
"That still doesn't give you any right to do anything to my stuff," she hissed, "And what happened to that stupid accent of yours?"
"Oy, if you think a British accent is stupid, then get surgery on your larynx," Andy smirked, putting on the accent again, "You've got one anyway. Why doncha go back up the old apples and pears and get some beauty sleep, my lady?" Bad move, Andy. In a flash, the vixen had her claws clasped on Andy's neck, choking him. She had more strength than he would've ever dreamed.
"You will turn around, and you will get out," she commanded. She threw him against the wall and Andy heard a bone crack out of place. Groaning, he twitched on the floor.
"Hey, that hurt."
"It was supposed to," she mocked. Andy didn't really want to have anything else to do with her other than give her pain. He sent a wave of magic to his shoulder blade and it snapped back into the joint. The vixen stopped dead as Andrew straightened up and cracked his knuckles.
Andy felt anger. He felt like he needed to break something. With a scream, he raised his paws above his head and called his potential energy forth. His paws started crackling and fire erupted from his fingers. With another unearthly scream, he waved his hands at the vixen and a huge wave of liquid fire screeched toward her. She jumped out just in time as the liquid crashed into the wall and turned it into a hole in the cement. The wave splattered into little globs of white-hot fire and it ignited the entire tavern in a matter of seconds. The vixen gave Andy a horrified look before she ran out the door.
Andy was as horrified as she was. The roof was creaking and groaning. The floor tiles bubbled in the intense heat. The whiskey bottle caught on fire and made a little explosion of its own. Andrew hurried out into the cold, icy street and watched as the licking tongues of orange incinerated the building. A huge cloud of black smoke rose up from the scene, making strange shapes in the blue sky. It was magic, horrible, ugly magic. Andy didn't bother to suck up the energy. He didn't want to. The magic had degraded himself to worse than what he was accused of.
**
"Crap, crap, crap," Andy kept chanting as he dodged between the alleys in the buildings. People were shouting and pointing at him, and the police were beginning to notice the yells. Suddenly, he tripped on a piece of scrap metal and rolled down the hill and back towards the station. He was stopped as he rammed into something furry and warm.
"You again?" The vixen growled. Her voice was a bit shakier than the last time they had confronted each other. Andy gaped at her as she yelled for the police to come her way.
"You jerk!" Andy yelled as he shoved her out of the way and continued to run. The guards seemed to forget about Miles Prower as they chased a new suspect. Andy desperately wanted to take off and fly, but that would blow his cover and make him charged for another crime. He was able to flatten his temporary single tail and wheel it around to create force, but that wouldn't do much against the motorcycles that the guards had. He took his chances with one tail anyway.
Andy was at first surprised how well it worked. His feet in red sneakers barely touched the ground. A motorcycle came up beside him. The ferret with a helmet riding it was equally shocked that something on foot can beat his hoverbike. Andy rammed him off the bike and he went tumbling off into a wall. The battery of the motor blew up and took out the ferret with it. Andy winced as he smelled the burnt fur.
The cops were getting a bit aggravated and were starting to use guns. Andy barely avoided a laser shot that almost took off one of his ears. He was almost in front of the Army headquarters now. A blue-feathered falcon suddenly walked into the street and got in his way. Andy didn't have time to stop himself from ramming into Falco as well. He bounced off a hover car and landed with a thud on the asphalt. Andy was thrown into one of the parking meters out front.
"Hey! You stupid idiot!" Falco screeched, getting up to take a look at Andy Boyd. Tails' disguise was good enough even to fool his best friend. Falco shoved Andy out of his way as he went to get his bike. Apparently, he wanted to catch this rogue fire-loving maniac, too. Andy let out a sigh as he realized Falco didn't get a complete report on what the maniac looked like.
Andy ducked into an alley and watched as the bikes and the cars sped by, chasing a fox that they couldn't even see anymore. Idiots, the lot of them. The glare from the sun must've made a little replica of a fox in front of their windshields. Andy snorted in disgust as he straightened up his trenchcoat and walked off into the wind. A hint of snow crept into the skies as Andrew Boyd walked off like a ghost in the afternoon sun.
**
A/N: I don't know if I made it clear enough, but currently, it is winter. Oh, in the story, too, you morons.
