A/N: Hey all, my fic takes place during the Lylat Wars in StarFox 64 if you didn't already know and it is from the point of view of Bill's Husky Unit which includes me (Warning self insertion!!). Also this is my first ever fan fic so please....be gentle.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Star Fox, none, but I do own Deacon, Roger and Casey. Try to take them and I will beat you with a Louisville Slugger :D
It is very early morning on Katina and all is still at Husky Unit's headquarters, well, except for one of the pilots, Deacon Yote. He is having another nightmare, one that may haunt him for the rest of his days,and his mumbling and tossing and turning is getting to his friend and wingman, Roger Yimmins. "Not again," the rottweiler said with a sigh, "This is the third damn time this month." The canine sat up and got down from his bunk and woke the grey coyote who sat up with a start. "Wha!! What's going on?" Deacon said, slightly louder than he should have. "You and your damn nightmare again man," came Roger's reply, "C'mon, let's go down to the rec room I can't sleep" he said, getting up and putting on his dark grey flight suit. "No, I'm going back to sleep." retorted the still-sleepy canine, Roger wasn't having it so he pulled on his ear and got him out of bed "Oh, no you don't, you woke me up and now you have to suffer the consequences" he said with a toothy grin. Deacon grit his teeth in pain and got up "Owwww, alright alright I give I give let go." he said in a hushed growl, then got up, putting on a pair of black physical training fatigues and a grey tank, or whitebeater as some of the new recruits were calling them.
The two pilots walked down from their top floor barrack to the recreational level in their pyramid like base. They walked into the giant commons area in the center, looking around they noticed that even though the area was about as big as a house, it was pretty messy, empty soda and beer cans, pizza boxes, several helmets for the pilots and paper all over the place, the calling card of their support squadron and general nuisance, Bulldog Unit. "Dammit, I thought Bill told them to clean their stuff up yesterday." Roger said, complaining, "Man cool it, besides, we didn't make it, we don't have to clean it."Deacon said moving over to the couch. He picked up a digital media disk and put it in the player, resulting in overly loud music by the Gorrilaz being blasted throught the level, cringing he cut the sound off and lowered the volume to a level he could work with. "I'm gonna kill 'em" he muttered under his breath as he took out the disk and just watched whatever came on the television. Several moments later his wingman sat on the couch, resting his head on his hands, "So, why don't you tell me what your nightmare was about?" he said, trying to strike up a conversation. "It's the same one I've been having since we got here." Deacon said, not wanting to talk about it, "Yeah, but you never told me what it was." Roger replied, "Come on, maybe if you talk about it, it might help." his comment resulted in a sigh from the coyote sitting next to him. "Alright, but only if you promise not to have me sit up with you when you're not sleepy and I am again" the coyote said with a glare, "Okay, jeez, you're hostile this morning" was his reply. Deacon sat back and looked up at the ceiling "You remember, when the academy was attacked?" he questioned. The rottweiler looked at him with an 'of course you idiot' look on his face "Yeah. how could I forget?" he said instead, Deacon continued "I keep having nightmares about that day, and how I keep remembering my brother coming to back us up and how that damn chameleon Leon took him down. In my dreams everytime Eric goes down, I can hear Leon saying 'you've failed', over and over again telling me I failed, sometimes, I can even hear Eric saying it." By the time the coyote finished, he was up off the couch and sitting by the wall paws clenched into fists.
Roger sat on the couch staring at his comrade, even though he was an only child and had not experienced the pain of losing someone like Deacon had with his brother, he could still sympathize with him, for he had lost someone during that same attack, his girlfriend, although he was able to avenge her by dispatching the Venomian that shot her down. He got up and walked over to the wall his friend was at and looked at him "Hey, I'm sorry that happened and I wish that your bro didn't die. But look, you can't let that keep you from getting sleep at night. Besides aren't me, you, and Casey like brothers? And also, haven't you saved my tail plenty of times?" Deacon looked up at the canine and grinned, slightly cheered up. "Roger, you don't have a tail." with that the coyote thought about it and started to crack up. "I DO TOO HAVE A TAIL!!" Roger bawled, he hated being joked on about his tail, since he was a rottweiler he only had a nub left for one while the other canine pilots had full tails. This only made Deacon laugh harder, falling over to his side in a hysterical laugh.
Meanwhile, with the two pilots downstairs, Bill Grey, the Husky and Bulldog Unit's commander had woken up, well, since it was nearly time to get up and he had to be ready before those under him. Besides,what impression would he give them if he wasn't ready before his pilots? He got up, and while getting ready, he heard the laughter downstairs, he was a little nervous because he had heard rumors from the Bulldogs that some Venomians were planning to take over the base while everyone was asleep. He wasn't gullible and that was for damn sure, but still, he had to go check. He stopped by Husky Unit's barracks which was down the hall from his office and woke up a brown pit bull, "Casey, get up" he said, stirring the dog to consiousness. Casey yawned and opened his eyes to see his commander "Yes sir?" he said still sleepily, and with a hint of annoyance, he was having his pleasure planet Papetoone dream and was just getting to the good part. "Get up, someone's down on the rec level go, with me to check it out." Bill said, Casey complied and got dressed in his flightsuit for the day, then the two went down to the level in the commons area. Bill was surprised to see the mess that was the commons area and folded his arms across his chest annoyed, he wasn't a neat freak and even left very small messes of his own but this was ridiculous."I hope you two can explain this because I'm giving you each a minute two!" the commander said, staring daggers into Deacon and Roger. The two canines looked at each other then at Bill and Casey, "Morning Bill, morning Casey" Roger said but was cut off quickly by a "Start explaining!" by Bill. Deacon stepped forward sheepishly and only said "Bulldog Unit I guess." shrugging his shoulders.
A/N: Phew! Chapter finished, if you review and like it, it'll get better. Chapter 2, comin' soon :D
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Star Fox, none, but I do own Deacon, Roger and Casey. Try to take them and I will beat you with a Louisville Slugger :D
It is very early morning on Katina and all is still at Husky Unit's headquarters, well, except for one of the pilots, Deacon Yote. He is having another nightmare, one that may haunt him for the rest of his days,and his mumbling and tossing and turning is getting to his friend and wingman, Roger Yimmins. "Not again," the rottweiler said with a sigh, "This is the third damn time this month." The canine sat up and got down from his bunk and woke the grey coyote who sat up with a start. "Wha!! What's going on?" Deacon said, slightly louder than he should have. "You and your damn nightmare again man," came Roger's reply, "C'mon, let's go down to the rec room I can't sleep" he said, getting up and putting on his dark grey flight suit. "No, I'm going back to sleep." retorted the still-sleepy canine, Roger wasn't having it so he pulled on his ear and got him out of bed "Oh, no you don't, you woke me up and now you have to suffer the consequences" he said with a toothy grin. Deacon grit his teeth in pain and got up "Owwww, alright alright I give I give let go." he said in a hushed growl, then got up, putting on a pair of black physical training fatigues and a grey tank, or whitebeater as some of the new recruits were calling them.
The two pilots walked down from their top floor barrack to the recreational level in their pyramid like base. They walked into the giant commons area in the center, looking around they noticed that even though the area was about as big as a house, it was pretty messy, empty soda and beer cans, pizza boxes, several helmets for the pilots and paper all over the place, the calling card of their support squadron and general nuisance, Bulldog Unit. "Dammit, I thought Bill told them to clean their stuff up yesterday." Roger said, complaining, "Man cool it, besides, we didn't make it, we don't have to clean it."Deacon said moving over to the couch. He picked up a digital media disk and put it in the player, resulting in overly loud music by the Gorrilaz being blasted throught the level, cringing he cut the sound off and lowered the volume to a level he could work with. "I'm gonna kill 'em" he muttered under his breath as he took out the disk and just watched whatever came on the television. Several moments later his wingman sat on the couch, resting his head on his hands, "So, why don't you tell me what your nightmare was about?" he said, trying to strike up a conversation. "It's the same one I've been having since we got here." Deacon said, not wanting to talk about it, "Yeah, but you never told me what it was." Roger replied, "Come on, maybe if you talk about it, it might help." his comment resulted in a sigh from the coyote sitting next to him. "Alright, but only if you promise not to have me sit up with you when you're not sleepy and I am again" the coyote said with a glare, "Okay, jeez, you're hostile this morning" was his reply. Deacon sat back and looked up at the ceiling "You remember, when the academy was attacked?" he questioned. The rottweiler looked at him with an 'of course you idiot' look on his face "Yeah. how could I forget?" he said instead, Deacon continued "I keep having nightmares about that day, and how I keep remembering my brother coming to back us up and how that damn chameleon Leon took him down. In my dreams everytime Eric goes down, I can hear Leon saying 'you've failed', over and over again telling me I failed, sometimes, I can even hear Eric saying it." By the time the coyote finished, he was up off the couch and sitting by the wall paws clenched into fists.
Roger sat on the couch staring at his comrade, even though he was an only child and had not experienced the pain of losing someone like Deacon had with his brother, he could still sympathize with him, for he had lost someone during that same attack, his girlfriend, although he was able to avenge her by dispatching the Venomian that shot her down. He got up and walked over to the wall his friend was at and looked at him "Hey, I'm sorry that happened and I wish that your bro didn't die. But look, you can't let that keep you from getting sleep at night. Besides aren't me, you, and Casey like brothers? And also, haven't you saved my tail plenty of times?" Deacon looked up at the canine and grinned, slightly cheered up. "Roger, you don't have a tail." with that the coyote thought about it and started to crack up. "I DO TOO HAVE A TAIL!!" Roger bawled, he hated being joked on about his tail, since he was a rottweiler he only had a nub left for one while the other canine pilots had full tails. This only made Deacon laugh harder, falling over to his side in a hysterical laugh.
Meanwhile, with the two pilots downstairs, Bill Grey, the Husky and Bulldog Unit's commander had woken up, well, since it was nearly time to get up and he had to be ready before those under him. Besides,what impression would he give them if he wasn't ready before his pilots? He got up, and while getting ready, he heard the laughter downstairs, he was a little nervous because he had heard rumors from the Bulldogs that some Venomians were planning to take over the base while everyone was asleep. He wasn't gullible and that was for damn sure, but still, he had to go check. He stopped by Husky Unit's barracks which was down the hall from his office and woke up a brown pit bull, "Casey, get up" he said, stirring the dog to consiousness. Casey yawned and opened his eyes to see his commander "Yes sir?" he said still sleepily, and with a hint of annoyance, he was having his pleasure planet Papetoone dream and was just getting to the good part. "Get up, someone's down on the rec level go, with me to check it out." Bill said, Casey complied and got dressed in his flightsuit for the day, then the two went down to the level in the commons area. Bill was surprised to see the mess that was the commons area and folded his arms across his chest annoyed, he wasn't a neat freak and even left very small messes of his own but this was ridiculous."I hope you two can explain this because I'm giving you each a minute two!" the commander said, staring daggers into Deacon and Roger. The two canines looked at each other then at Bill and Casey, "Morning Bill, morning Casey" Roger said but was cut off quickly by a "Start explaining!" by Bill. Deacon stepped forward sheepishly and only said "Bulldog Unit I guess." shrugging his shoulders.
A/N: Phew! Chapter finished, if you review and like it, it'll get better. Chapter 2, comin' soon :D