Okay, it's been long enough. I've just about had it!
Somebody, anybody - REVIEW! A single review is great, but so are more than one!
C'mon, tell me whether to kill this or prolong the agony!
PS - I do not own Star Fox
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Fox wasn't sure where he was. His 'captors' had been moving him from ship to ship repeatedly. He wondered what happened to his Arwing. He thought he had overheard some of these guys talking 'leaving that wreck in orbit', and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Pounding boots announced the arrival of the guy in charge. The crocodile stood in front of the laser bars of Fox's cell and sneered at him. "So, this is the mighty Star Fox! My Master wants to talk with you." The guards shut down the cell and lead the still stun-cuffed Fox down corridors and into a room with a large view screen. Fox was certain that in his place, Falco would be making a remark about whether there was cable. The croc stood in front of the screen as it activated. "My Emperor," he said with reverence as he sank onto one knee. Fox couldn't really see what the croc was addressing. Whatever it was, it was being back lighted so brightly that it's features were masked. It spoke in a quiet but compelling voice. "Admiral Hazoc. You have him?" "Yes, my liege. Bring him forward!" Fox was dragged to a spot next to Hazoc. "Ah, the son of James McCloud. You will not have heard of me before now, but I certainly know you. You lead the force that destroyed the works of my servant Andross. I dislike it when my servants are killed. You will find the results of such rash action to be…highly unpleasant." The thing onscreen made a gesture and one of the guards behind Fox hit him with a stun baton in the back of his head, knocking him down and almost out. Fox heard the thing say, "Take that filth and let him rot in the prison on Magus Two." "Yes my liege." As he was roughly dragged out, Fox's head swam and he knew no more.
"Scanners indicate a disabled vessel in high orbit of Banyu. ID beacon confirms as Arwing." "Take us closer ROB." ROB used all his piloting skill to get the abandoned vehicle in the repair bay. Slippy shook his head. "This'll take weeks to fix, and that's if I don't end up needing special equipment. Look at the mess the G-defuser's in!" As Slippy poked in the remains of the engine, Falco and Peppy were examining the cockpit. "They didn't touch anything in here, it seems. Just took Fox and dumped it." Peppy downloaded all the data in the ships computer and brought it up on the monitor. "They didn't disable everything," he said thoughtfully. "The scanner picked up a lot." "Hey, check this out." Falco was going over the communication logs. "This was right when they disabled his comm. See, just before here he was telling us to back off…and then there's a coded message burst, nonverbal." "Decrypt it," Peppy ordered as Slippy came by to see what was up. The message was short and to the point. "Using frequency 45 by 78. See personal file WW-47." "Well, what are we waiting for? Pull it up!" They pulled up one of Fox's personal files that was labeled WW-47. In it was a very detailed diagram for something very complex. "Slip, what is this?" Slippy gasped as he read. "I don't believe this! They haven't made these for forty years! And it's in perfect condition!" "Slippy, quit being a dink and tell us what it is!" "These are the specs for one of those old tracers! The 'Hidden Trail' model, no less! It's a special kind of homing device that you can use to mark where you go, and only people who know the frequency can find them. Using those markers, it's easy to get in range of the main tracer. The only reason they stopped making these was that the main tracer's signal was considered too weak to be useful. But that's the genius behind it - it's too weak to be detected by accident! I can't believe Fox got his hands on one of those!" Slippy scrolled to the end of the file. Then he grabbed some tools and scurried to the cockpit of Fox's Arwing. "Here!" His two companions wandered over and peered into the lens Slippy held. Attached to the seat was a tiny robot resembling a green and black bug. Slippy used his palm pilot to access it on frequency 45 by 78. "Next bug is on frequency 32 by 99. Here's the coordinates!" With a lot more optimism than before, Peppy ran for the intercom.
"Do you wiretap people for a hobby, Annie? I'm serious. How many of those things are on Great Fox?" "More than you'll ever know. Forgive me for exercising my curiosity!" Annie giggled. It was a well known fact that all Keatons possessed a maniac curiosity about everything. Annie released her curiosity in a very calm and mature way - by leaving listening devices wherever she went. And she was a master of making undetectable listening devices. James was regretting that tour of Great Fox he had given her. Just as he was struggling for a scathing comeback, Zeta floated up. "Your modifications are complete." "What'd you change? Tell me!" "Just ask Zeta for the new schematic. I'm going for a practice flight." James looked over his Arwing. It glittered in the hanger lights like a brand new toy. James got in and received launch clearance from Gamma. He took it out. It had been too long since he'd really flown. If you didn't count leading your son out of a self-destructing underground building as flying…James sighed. He hadn't followed Fox up because his ship could never have taken that. But he had been close enough to hear a quick conversation over the comm. Peppy : "What's wrong Fox?" Fox: "…Nothing…nothing's wrong." James hoped his son didn't think he was a radiation-induced hallucination. His thoughts were interrupted by Theta on his comm. "James, Ann wishes to speak with you." "Put her through." "Jamie, Great Fox is heading to Fraulen, but I want to go to Sector G-prime. Where are you going?" "Stupid question. If I want any real info I'll have to stick with you. I'm landing now." James flicked the switch and took his Arwing in.
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I mean it - ask me questions, flame me, I don't care, just REVIEW MY STUPID FIC!
Somebody, anybody - REVIEW! A single review is great, but so are more than one!
C'mon, tell me whether to kill this or prolong the agony!
PS - I do not own Star Fox
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Fox wasn't sure where he was. His 'captors' had been moving him from ship to ship repeatedly. He wondered what happened to his Arwing. He thought he had overheard some of these guys talking 'leaving that wreck in orbit', and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Pounding boots announced the arrival of the guy in charge. The crocodile stood in front of the laser bars of Fox's cell and sneered at him. "So, this is the mighty Star Fox! My Master wants to talk with you." The guards shut down the cell and lead the still stun-cuffed Fox down corridors and into a room with a large view screen. Fox was certain that in his place, Falco would be making a remark about whether there was cable. The croc stood in front of the screen as it activated. "My Emperor," he said with reverence as he sank onto one knee. Fox couldn't really see what the croc was addressing. Whatever it was, it was being back lighted so brightly that it's features were masked. It spoke in a quiet but compelling voice. "Admiral Hazoc. You have him?" "Yes, my liege. Bring him forward!" Fox was dragged to a spot next to Hazoc. "Ah, the son of James McCloud. You will not have heard of me before now, but I certainly know you. You lead the force that destroyed the works of my servant Andross. I dislike it when my servants are killed. You will find the results of such rash action to be…highly unpleasant." The thing onscreen made a gesture and one of the guards behind Fox hit him with a stun baton in the back of his head, knocking him down and almost out. Fox heard the thing say, "Take that filth and let him rot in the prison on Magus Two." "Yes my liege." As he was roughly dragged out, Fox's head swam and he knew no more.
"Scanners indicate a disabled vessel in high orbit of Banyu. ID beacon confirms as Arwing." "Take us closer ROB." ROB used all his piloting skill to get the abandoned vehicle in the repair bay. Slippy shook his head. "This'll take weeks to fix, and that's if I don't end up needing special equipment. Look at the mess the G-defuser's in!" As Slippy poked in the remains of the engine, Falco and Peppy were examining the cockpit. "They didn't touch anything in here, it seems. Just took Fox and dumped it." Peppy downloaded all the data in the ships computer and brought it up on the monitor. "They didn't disable everything," he said thoughtfully. "The scanner picked up a lot." "Hey, check this out." Falco was going over the communication logs. "This was right when they disabled his comm. See, just before here he was telling us to back off…and then there's a coded message burst, nonverbal." "Decrypt it," Peppy ordered as Slippy came by to see what was up. The message was short and to the point. "Using frequency 45 by 78. See personal file WW-47." "Well, what are we waiting for? Pull it up!" They pulled up one of Fox's personal files that was labeled WW-47. In it was a very detailed diagram for something very complex. "Slip, what is this?" Slippy gasped as he read. "I don't believe this! They haven't made these for forty years! And it's in perfect condition!" "Slippy, quit being a dink and tell us what it is!" "These are the specs for one of those old tracers! The 'Hidden Trail' model, no less! It's a special kind of homing device that you can use to mark where you go, and only people who know the frequency can find them. Using those markers, it's easy to get in range of the main tracer. The only reason they stopped making these was that the main tracer's signal was considered too weak to be useful. But that's the genius behind it - it's too weak to be detected by accident! I can't believe Fox got his hands on one of those!" Slippy scrolled to the end of the file. Then he grabbed some tools and scurried to the cockpit of Fox's Arwing. "Here!" His two companions wandered over and peered into the lens Slippy held. Attached to the seat was a tiny robot resembling a green and black bug. Slippy used his palm pilot to access it on frequency 45 by 78. "Next bug is on frequency 32 by 99. Here's the coordinates!" With a lot more optimism than before, Peppy ran for the intercom.
"Do you wiretap people for a hobby, Annie? I'm serious. How many of those things are on Great Fox?" "More than you'll ever know. Forgive me for exercising my curiosity!" Annie giggled. It was a well known fact that all Keatons possessed a maniac curiosity about everything. Annie released her curiosity in a very calm and mature way - by leaving listening devices wherever she went. And she was a master of making undetectable listening devices. James was regretting that tour of Great Fox he had given her. Just as he was struggling for a scathing comeback, Zeta floated up. "Your modifications are complete." "What'd you change? Tell me!" "Just ask Zeta for the new schematic. I'm going for a practice flight." James looked over his Arwing. It glittered in the hanger lights like a brand new toy. James got in and received launch clearance from Gamma. He took it out. It had been too long since he'd really flown. If you didn't count leading your son out of a self-destructing underground building as flying…James sighed. He hadn't followed Fox up because his ship could never have taken that. But he had been close enough to hear a quick conversation over the comm. Peppy : "What's wrong Fox?" Fox: "…Nothing…nothing's wrong." James hoped his son didn't think he was a radiation-induced hallucination. His thoughts were interrupted by Theta on his comm. "James, Ann wishes to speak with you." "Put her through." "Jamie, Great Fox is heading to Fraulen, but I want to go to Sector G-prime. Where are you going?" "Stupid question. If I want any real info I'll have to stick with you. I'm landing now." James flicked the switch and took his Arwing in.
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I mean it - ask me questions, flame me, I don't care, just REVIEW MY STUPID FIC!
