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.
The snow crunched under his red sneakers as he walked up to the stone. It was crooked and chipped: No way to honor a dead hero. Andy could see his old footprints, covered by a thick layer of snow. The clouds blocked out the sun, leaving Corneria in a wary shade of deep gray. Andy brushed away the snow on the gravestone as he did a day ago with Krystal's grave. Alexander Brophy, the respected colonel of the Cornerian Defense Army, lies cold as clay under Andy's footpaws.
"Fear and pain aren't the only things that haunt us," the cold blizzard around him seemed to whisper. Andy shivered, but not from the cold. He shoved his white-gloved paws into his baggy white pants and stared at the stone, waiting for it to do something out of the ordinary, but it didn't. The wind still called upon the relentless flakes to pound on his face and eyes. The blizzard blew his trenchcoat like a brown flag in the unclear air.
"Death is the third vile brother of the lot. Even his presence around our world may be unwanted, Death fulfills a role that the average mind cannot comprehend," the wind whispered again. Andy shook his head slowly to rid his mind of the illusions. The voices stopped, and the Northern Winds again howled in his large ears. Andy lifted his chin up and paced himself over to Krystal's grave. The wind let up a bit and for a moment, in the clearness of the settling flakes, Andy saw a figure in front of Krystal's stone.
"You again?" Andy scowled as the vixen turned to meet his gaze. Her dirty brown fists clenched and unclenched, but she didn't say anything. Her cloak was specked with white from the snow and Andy saw that a bit off the end was charred. For the first time, Andy saw her clearly. She wasn't what he had entirely expected. Her brown hair was tied back in a straight ponytail, but a few strands were in her green eyes. Her orange fur stood out in her white surroundings, but her light gray fur under her snout seemed to blend in with the snow. Andy would've said she looked really nice if she wasn't after his pelt.
"How'd you do it?" She asked in a quiet voice. Andy's fingers involuntarily brushed over the side of his cloak where Krystal's staff was hiding underneath. She turned back to Krystal's gravestone and muttered, "Are you a magician?"
"I guess you can say that," Andy murmured, turning to the stone as well, "Did you know her?" A small smile creeped to the sides of the vixen's features. It wasn't all that cold.
"A bit," she replied, "You could say that I knew her very well. I fought in the Venomian Civil War as a medic and a grenadier. She was a magician, too." Andy twitched.
"What's your name?" He asked, a paw resting casually on his belt where the staff was. If this girl knew Krystal, she could blow his entire cover. Andy could tally his crimes in the past hour using a sharp pencil and when he was done, the pencil would've been blunt and dull to the wood.
"What's yours?" was the only thing she said. Turning to Andy, she stood patiently for his answer. Would she know Andrew Boyd? Krystal once said that she was friends with Andrew, so would she tell this vixen about him, too? Tails suddenly felt stripped of his disguising shield of magic. One answer was all it took for him to get trapped.
"Andrew," he blurted out. Andy almost wished he could brainwash that little vixen.
"Ha!" She chuckled, "I knew an Andrew once."
'Damn!' Andy told himself.
"He was killed three years ago, almost. He lived across the street from me," the vixen smiled, "We used to play soccer together. He'd always lose, but he wasn't sour about it. That skunk always loved to try and lift me up. He didn't ever do it. He wasn't ever cut out to be a fighter. I shouldn't have let him go. I should've told him to stay behind."
"We can't change the past, much like how we can't predict the future. There's always something that gets in the way," Andy murmured absently. The vixen looked up at him. Andy was about half a head taller than she was.
"Call it a truce for now? No hard feelings about giving your position away to the cops, right?" She asked, giving Andy a cute look. Andy opened and closed his mouth a few times, too shy to say anything. At last, he nodded.
"Sorry about the inn," Andy said. She shrugged and smiled. Without another word, she wandered off into the snow. The moment she left, the wind picked up again, blowing harsh snow into Andy's eyes.
He smiled and went the other way.
**
Andy pulled the collar of his trenchcoat up further as the wind grew stronger. The tall towers of buildings around him didn't provide any cover from the howling air. Andy didn't have to look back, but he could hear the crunch of snow that wasn't coming from his own feet. A group of people, at least two, were following him. They were getting closer with each step they took.
Andy could feel the disrupter pressing up on his thigh. He could almost hear the heavy breathing of those chasing him now. From the window of a law building, he could see the reflection behind him: A ferret and two lizards. They were all wearing thick leather jackets. Venomian special ops, no doubt. Andy didn't want to let them get off easy with just a simple blast of air.
Wheeling around suddenly, Andy pulled out his staff and aimed the tip at the three. They froze in their tracks, looking around nervously. There weren't anyone else on the snowy street. The only thing that seemed to be watching was the looming building to Andy's left. It was deserted, but the cracked windows and the broken desks inside made the entire scene ghastly.
"Who are you?" Andy shouted. They responded by pulling out blasters from their belts. Andy nodded, "Ahh."
Wasting no more time, Andy focused his energy into the staff and a ball of liquid fire formed up at the tip, separated from the staff by a hairline. Andy waited until it was as big as he was until he set it loose. The Venomians didn't even have time to scream.
The fire splashed over them, melting into their hide and burning their jackets. From his place ten yards away, Andy could smell the burning pelt. They watched in horror as their blaster melted in their palms and screamed frantically as flames sprang up all over their bodies. Andy watched with grim satisfaction as they toppled over, twitching violently, one by one. The hide on their faces was all charred pitch black. The ferret's ears were burnt off and the lizards smelled something like acridly prepared French frog legs.
Andy just slipped the staff back under his trenchcoat and went on. The only witness was a drunken beggar huddled in the corner of the street. He dropped his bottle and ran, screaming and cursing, off into the storm.
**Third person Falco**
"Doctor, I told you three times already! Tails was fine the day before he was accused. I swear he wasn't doing any drugs! He's clean, Doctor," the falcon flapped his wings around dramatically, sending a few feathers flying off their sockets.
"Really now?" The fox vixen asked. She had been extremely mysterious and riddling all throughout the discussion. She kept acting like she knew Tails and Falco. Clearing her throat, the vixen went on, "Would Tails really tell you if he was on narcotics, Agent Lombardi?"
Falco cringed and thought for a moment. The psychiatrist grinned sadistically and pulled a few strands of her brown hair from her emerald eyes. She knitted her mud-brown fingers together and waited patiently for Falco's response. When none came, her grin grew wider.
"To tell you the truth, Falco," she said, putting a strange emphasis on his name, "I'm not much of a insanity doctor. More of the 'put the bandages on the arm' doctor. Although, I could tell you that Tails had a disturbing past that drove him to be such a twisted maniac."
"Hey! Miles Prower was no maniac!" Falco shouted, standing up and slamming his palms on the table. The young doctor didn't flinch; she only glanced up at Falco with her big, pretty, wise eyes. Falco cringed again and sat back down, muttering, "I know that look."
"From one Amy Rose, mayhap?"
"Yeah, she- Hey, how'd you know Amy?" Falco looked up. The doctor only smiled a bit more. Something about her told Falco that she was once a soldier, a very strong soldier. Falco was only in her office for three minutes and already he felt like he knew her forever. There was a muffled yell from one of the cells. It died down almost instantly.
"Did he lose someone that he loved?" The doctor asked. Her tone made Falco feel that she already knew the answer. Falco took in a deep breath and smoothed back his head feathers.
"Yeah. A close friend of his committed suicide a few months ago, I think. Well, at least I think he was a friend of hers. He told me that he traveled with her for a few days during the Venom-Cornerian War," Falco pondered for a moment. The doctor picked a bit of hair from her coat. Falco thought it strange for her to be wearing something that doctors didn't usually wear. Well, doctors have lives, too, Falco thought.
"Did he..." The doctor paused, "Love her?"
"Maybe," Falco shrugged, "He cried on for days after she died. Yeah, I think he felt a deep bond with her. Do you think that's the reason he went nuts?"
The doctor nodded and smiled. Now, the smile wasn't as sadistic for some reason.
"Hey, what's your name?" Falco asked as he got up to leave.
"Liliana."
"No, what's your surname?"
"Time to go," she said loudly, "I have inmates to interrogate, you know!" She suddenly slammed the door in Falco's face. He shrugged and went out the front door and into the snow.
**
A/N: This Liliana is definitely strange, huh? Well, I might think about putting a few romance scenes about 'Andy' and her.
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.
The snow crunched under his red sneakers as he walked up to the stone. It was crooked and chipped: No way to honor a dead hero. Andy could see his old footprints, covered by a thick layer of snow. The clouds blocked out the sun, leaving Corneria in a wary shade of deep gray. Andy brushed away the snow on the gravestone as he did a day ago with Krystal's grave. Alexander Brophy, the respected colonel of the Cornerian Defense Army, lies cold as clay under Andy's footpaws.
"Fear and pain aren't the only things that haunt us," the cold blizzard around him seemed to whisper. Andy shivered, but not from the cold. He shoved his white-gloved paws into his baggy white pants and stared at the stone, waiting for it to do something out of the ordinary, but it didn't. The wind still called upon the relentless flakes to pound on his face and eyes. The blizzard blew his trenchcoat like a brown flag in the unclear air.
"Death is the third vile brother of the lot. Even his presence around our world may be unwanted, Death fulfills a role that the average mind cannot comprehend," the wind whispered again. Andy shook his head slowly to rid his mind of the illusions. The voices stopped, and the Northern Winds again howled in his large ears. Andy lifted his chin up and paced himself over to Krystal's grave. The wind let up a bit and for a moment, in the clearness of the settling flakes, Andy saw a figure in front of Krystal's stone.
"You again?" Andy scowled as the vixen turned to meet his gaze. Her dirty brown fists clenched and unclenched, but she didn't say anything. Her cloak was specked with white from the snow and Andy saw that a bit off the end was charred. For the first time, Andy saw her clearly. She wasn't what he had entirely expected. Her brown hair was tied back in a straight ponytail, but a few strands were in her green eyes. Her orange fur stood out in her white surroundings, but her light gray fur under her snout seemed to blend in with the snow. Andy would've said she looked really nice if she wasn't after his pelt.
"How'd you do it?" She asked in a quiet voice. Andy's fingers involuntarily brushed over the side of his cloak where Krystal's staff was hiding underneath. She turned back to Krystal's gravestone and muttered, "Are you a magician?"
"I guess you can say that," Andy murmured, turning to the stone as well, "Did you know her?" A small smile creeped to the sides of the vixen's features. It wasn't all that cold.
"A bit," she replied, "You could say that I knew her very well. I fought in the Venomian Civil War as a medic and a grenadier. She was a magician, too." Andy twitched.
"What's your name?" He asked, a paw resting casually on his belt where the staff was. If this girl knew Krystal, she could blow his entire cover. Andy could tally his crimes in the past hour using a sharp pencil and when he was done, the pencil would've been blunt and dull to the wood.
"What's yours?" was the only thing she said. Turning to Andy, she stood patiently for his answer. Would she know Andrew Boyd? Krystal once said that she was friends with Andrew, so would she tell this vixen about him, too? Tails suddenly felt stripped of his disguising shield of magic. One answer was all it took for him to get trapped.
"Andrew," he blurted out. Andy almost wished he could brainwash that little vixen.
"Ha!" She chuckled, "I knew an Andrew once."
'Damn!' Andy told himself.
"He was killed three years ago, almost. He lived across the street from me," the vixen smiled, "We used to play soccer together. He'd always lose, but he wasn't sour about it. That skunk always loved to try and lift me up. He didn't ever do it. He wasn't ever cut out to be a fighter. I shouldn't have let him go. I should've told him to stay behind."
"We can't change the past, much like how we can't predict the future. There's always something that gets in the way," Andy murmured absently. The vixen looked up at him. Andy was about half a head taller than she was.
"Call it a truce for now? No hard feelings about giving your position away to the cops, right?" She asked, giving Andy a cute look. Andy opened and closed his mouth a few times, too shy to say anything. At last, he nodded.
"Sorry about the inn," Andy said. She shrugged and smiled. Without another word, she wandered off into the snow. The moment she left, the wind picked up again, blowing harsh snow into Andy's eyes.
He smiled and went the other way.
**
Andy pulled the collar of his trenchcoat up further as the wind grew stronger. The tall towers of buildings around him didn't provide any cover from the howling air. Andy didn't have to look back, but he could hear the crunch of snow that wasn't coming from his own feet. A group of people, at least two, were following him. They were getting closer with each step they took.
Andy could feel the disrupter pressing up on his thigh. He could almost hear the heavy breathing of those chasing him now. From the window of a law building, he could see the reflection behind him: A ferret and two lizards. They were all wearing thick leather jackets. Venomian special ops, no doubt. Andy didn't want to let them get off easy with just a simple blast of air.
Wheeling around suddenly, Andy pulled out his staff and aimed the tip at the three. They froze in their tracks, looking around nervously. There weren't anyone else on the snowy street. The only thing that seemed to be watching was the looming building to Andy's left. It was deserted, but the cracked windows and the broken desks inside made the entire scene ghastly.
"Who are you?" Andy shouted. They responded by pulling out blasters from their belts. Andy nodded, "Ahh."
Wasting no more time, Andy focused his energy into the staff and a ball of liquid fire formed up at the tip, separated from the staff by a hairline. Andy waited until it was as big as he was until he set it loose. The Venomians didn't even have time to scream.
The fire splashed over them, melting into their hide and burning their jackets. From his place ten yards away, Andy could smell the burning pelt. They watched in horror as their blaster melted in their palms and screamed frantically as flames sprang up all over their bodies. Andy watched with grim satisfaction as they toppled over, twitching violently, one by one. The hide on their faces was all charred pitch black. The ferret's ears were burnt off and the lizards smelled something like acridly prepared French frog legs.
Andy just slipped the staff back under his trenchcoat and went on. The only witness was a drunken beggar huddled in the corner of the street. He dropped his bottle and ran, screaming and cursing, off into the storm.
**Third person Falco**
"Doctor, I told you three times already! Tails was fine the day before he was accused. I swear he wasn't doing any drugs! He's clean, Doctor," the falcon flapped his wings around dramatically, sending a few feathers flying off their sockets.
"Really now?" The fox vixen asked. She had been extremely mysterious and riddling all throughout the discussion. She kept acting like she knew Tails and Falco. Clearing her throat, the vixen went on, "Would Tails really tell you if he was on narcotics, Agent Lombardi?"
Falco cringed and thought for a moment. The psychiatrist grinned sadistically and pulled a few strands of her brown hair from her emerald eyes. She knitted her mud-brown fingers together and waited patiently for Falco's response. When none came, her grin grew wider.
"To tell you the truth, Falco," she said, putting a strange emphasis on his name, "I'm not much of a insanity doctor. More of the 'put the bandages on the arm' doctor. Although, I could tell you that Tails had a disturbing past that drove him to be such a twisted maniac."
"Hey! Miles Prower was no maniac!" Falco shouted, standing up and slamming his palms on the table. The young doctor didn't flinch; she only glanced up at Falco with her big, pretty, wise eyes. Falco cringed again and sat back down, muttering, "I know that look."
"From one Amy Rose, mayhap?"
"Yeah, she- Hey, how'd you know Amy?" Falco looked up. The doctor only smiled a bit more. Something about her told Falco that she was once a soldier, a very strong soldier. Falco was only in her office for three minutes and already he felt like he knew her forever. There was a muffled yell from one of the cells. It died down almost instantly.
"Did he lose someone that he loved?" The doctor asked. Her tone made Falco feel that she already knew the answer. Falco took in a deep breath and smoothed back his head feathers.
"Yeah. A close friend of his committed suicide a few months ago, I think. Well, at least I think he was a friend of hers. He told me that he traveled with her for a few days during the Venom-Cornerian War," Falco pondered for a moment. The doctor picked a bit of hair from her coat. Falco thought it strange for her to be wearing something that doctors didn't usually wear. Well, doctors have lives, too, Falco thought.
"Did he..." The doctor paused, "Love her?"
"Maybe," Falco shrugged, "He cried on for days after she died. Yeah, I think he felt a deep bond with her. Do you think that's the reason he went nuts?"
The doctor nodded and smiled. Now, the smile wasn't as sadistic for some reason.
"Hey, what's your name?" Falco asked as he got up to leave.
"Liliana."
"No, what's your surname?"
"Time to go," she said loudly, "I have inmates to interrogate, you know!" She suddenly slammed the door in Falco's face. He shrugged and went out the front door and into the snow.
**
A/N: This Liliana is definitely strange, huh? Well, I might think about putting a few romance scenes about 'Andy' and her.
