Ta da! My very first Star Fox fic! I'm so happy!
I don't own Star Fox (too bad, I love Falco!) or Zelda.
This isn't a crossover, but there are things from there in here.
Whatever I make up is mine. MINE!
This idea has been floating around in my head for a while, so here goes!
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"Here ya're, Annie. One Gin and Tonic, on the rocks." The avian bartender handed the drink to his customer. Her blond fur shown in the lamplight in one of Corneria's secluded pubs. "Thank you," Annie said as she paid him. She downed her drink quickly and left. Not much entertainment was left in the ruined capital city of Corneria. It had been a few months since Andross's army had attacked, only to be wiped out by the Star Fox Team. Annie's muzzle held a brief smirk. Jamie's son was turning out to be the piloting equal of his father. Her tails waved in the breeze as she remembered the last time she had spoken with Jamie. It had been right before that fateful mission where Pigma betrayed him and Jamie had been captured. Everyone in Lylat assumed James McCloud had been executed, most likely brutally, but Annie's never-failing instincts told different. She trusted them - after all, if a Keaton couldn't trust her instincts, what could she trust? Keatons were rare in this day and age. They resembled blond foxes, but had three tails. They were viewed with caution, for in the past the Keaton race held the gift of prophecy. Whether that power was truly gone or not no one knew. But Annie was true to her species, clever and mischievous. Her attention was drawn to the announcement board. There, General Pepper was informing everyone of an unbelievably beautiful fact. Andross was dead and his empire gone forever! Annie could see the crowds cheering. Her communicator beeped, as she knew it would. "Ann here." "Theta here. We've picked up the signal on Venom." "Can you confirm?" "Confirmed. It's him." "Send him the package. He'll hold out until we get there." Annie closed the line and went to the port. She had a meeting with Pepper.
"So, what now? Do we go on vacation?" Falco sprawled lazily on the couch in the rec room and watched his boss. Fox smirked a bit. "I thought we'd explore outside of Lylat a bit." "Not cut out for being a celebrity, eh Fox?" They laughed before each fell into their own thoughts. Fox kept flashing back to his escape from Andross's underground citadel. There'd been a massive detonation, and he thought he'd bought the farm. Then that ship appeared…Fox wasn't sure what really happened, but he had followed his Father's ship out of the winding maze of tunnels. Then, the explosion had propelled his Arwing out of the atmosphere wildly, and he lost sight of the other ship. Fox shook his head. Falco watched with friendly concern. Ever since Venom, Fox had been acting very strangely. As soon as Fox had regained control and rejoined his wing mates, Falco had seen Fox craning his neck, trying to find something. He had been treated for that blast of radiation he got from the thermonuclear explosion but he still acted funny. Falco had refrained from commenting on it. And now they were parsecs away from Lylat, approaching a new system. The intercom beeped. "Hey guys, Slip's finished. Come and see what he did to your Arwings." "This better be good," Falco growled into the mike before he and Fox made their way to the hanger. "You okay, Fox?" "Yeah, I'm fine." They went in, to see a mess of parts and equipment. Peppy waved them over to where Slippy was putting on the final touches. "Ta-da! The upgrades are completed!" "Upgrades?" "Uh-huh. Say hello to the new and improved Arwing! Now they all have the hyper laser, doubled capacity for bombs, and are faster and more maneuverable. Plus, I've increased the shielding!" "Very nice," Falco walked around his Arwing making appreciative noises. "We can take them for a test fight when we get in-system," Fox said.
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So, what did you think?
Please tell me, I live for feedback!
R & R!
I don't own Star Fox (too bad, I love Falco!) or Zelda.
This isn't a crossover, but there are things from there in here.
Whatever I make up is mine. MINE!
This idea has been floating around in my head for a while, so here goes!
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"Here ya're, Annie. One Gin and Tonic, on the rocks." The avian bartender handed the drink to his customer. Her blond fur shown in the lamplight in one of Corneria's secluded pubs. "Thank you," Annie said as she paid him. She downed her drink quickly and left. Not much entertainment was left in the ruined capital city of Corneria. It had been a few months since Andross's army had attacked, only to be wiped out by the Star Fox Team. Annie's muzzle held a brief smirk. Jamie's son was turning out to be the piloting equal of his father. Her tails waved in the breeze as she remembered the last time she had spoken with Jamie. It had been right before that fateful mission where Pigma betrayed him and Jamie had been captured. Everyone in Lylat assumed James McCloud had been executed, most likely brutally, but Annie's never-failing instincts told different. She trusted them - after all, if a Keaton couldn't trust her instincts, what could she trust? Keatons were rare in this day and age. They resembled blond foxes, but had three tails. They were viewed with caution, for in the past the Keaton race held the gift of prophecy. Whether that power was truly gone or not no one knew. But Annie was true to her species, clever and mischievous. Her attention was drawn to the announcement board. There, General Pepper was informing everyone of an unbelievably beautiful fact. Andross was dead and his empire gone forever! Annie could see the crowds cheering. Her communicator beeped, as she knew it would. "Ann here." "Theta here. We've picked up the signal on Venom." "Can you confirm?" "Confirmed. It's him." "Send him the package. He'll hold out until we get there." Annie closed the line and went to the port. She had a meeting with Pepper.
"So, what now? Do we go on vacation?" Falco sprawled lazily on the couch in the rec room and watched his boss. Fox smirked a bit. "I thought we'd explore outside of Lylat a bit." "Not cut out for being a celebrity, eh Fox?" They laughed before each fell into their own thoughts. Fox kept flashing back to his escape from Andross's underground citadel. There'd been a massive detonation, and he thought he'd bought the farm. Then that ship appeared…Fox wasn't sure what really happened, but he had followed his Father's ship out of the winding maze of tunnels. Then, the explosion had propelled his Arwing out of the atmosphere wildly, and he lost sight of the other ship. Fox shook his head. Falco watched with friendly concern. Ever since Venom, Fox had been acting very strangely. As soon as Fox had regained control and rejoined his wing mates, Falco had seen Fox craning his neck, trying to find something. He had been treated for that blast of radiation he got from the thermonuclear explosion but he still acted funny. Falco had refrained from commenting on it. And now they were parsecs away from Lylat, approaching a new system. The intercom beeped. "Hey guys, Slip's finished. Come and see what he did to your Arwings." "This better be good," Falco growled into the mike before he and Fox made their way to the hanger. "You okay, Fox?" "Yeah, I'm fine." They went in, to see a mess of parts and equipment. Peppy waved them over to where Slippy was putting on the final touches. "Ta-da! The upgrades are completed!" "Upgrades?" "Uh-huh. Say hello to the new and improved Arwing! Now they all have the hyper laser, doubled capacity for bombs, and are faster and more maneuverable. Plus, I've increased the shielding!" "Very nice," Falco walked around his Arwing making appreciative noises. "We can take them for a test fight when we get in-system," Fox said.
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So, what did you think?
Please tell me, I live for feedback!
R & R!
