Chapter Three
The next two days were spent packing, training and generally getting ready for the tournament. I was a little nervous. Falco and Fox had both been there before, but this was my first time ever. Finally, May 15th arrived. Falco, Fox, and I were in the training room, getting in one last practice session before the Great Fox reached the Mushroom Kingdom.
"I don't know why you're so nervous," Falco said. "It's really no big deal."
"Maybe Pyrene doesn't think she can handle the pressure," Fox teased me. He knows I hate being called by my real name.
"Starfire," I corrected, playfully shoving him. "And I can too handle the pressure," I added, kicking the air. "I'm gonna take a break," I called, going over and leaning against the wall, thinking about my past.
I was raised aboard the Independence, a starship posted just outside the Lylat system. I am a Kuron, a humanoid race with Lylatian ancestry as well. Since I cannot stand my real name, Pyrene Star Dyani, I combined my middle name, Star, with the meaning of Pyrene, of the fire, to get Starfire. Though the name Pyrene does match my temper.
As I was saying, the Kuron are a warrior race, and we will defend our home to the death.
Unfortunately, that's just what happened. We were invaded, and our people, and our home, were destroyed. The Independence was in space at the time, leaving us the only survivors of the Kuron race.
We drifted about in space, hoping to find other survivors. Instead, we found Andross. He attacked us, right after we had been stalled by a meteor shower. I was outside the ship, repairing damage caused by the meteors. Then the ship exploded, without even a chance to fight back.
By some freak accident, or a miracle, I survived, only to drift around in space with limited oxygen. Reacting to the cut-off with the ship, my suit drugged me, putting me in a comatose-like state to preserve oxygen until I either died or could be revived.
Then Team Starfox found me. They brought me aboard the ship and put me in sickbay, where I remained unconscious for three days. When I awoke, I learned the fate of the Independence, making me the last surviving member of the Kuron race. So I joined up with the Starfox team and have been with them ever since.
I sighed, reliving those memories. I wished I could see my family again. "Stop it with the pity party already," I scolded myself. "Team Starfox is your family now."
Just then, Peppy's voice came over the intercom. "Mushroom Kingdom, dead ahead," he said. "You guys better get ready to depart."
We grabbed our bags and headed for the hanger bay. There, we jumped into our individual Arwings. Mine has a burning star painted on the side of it. As usual, we battled for the first take off spot. I won, nearly smashing Fox into the hanger bay walls. The three of us streaked towards the Tournament complex. "Super Smash Tournament, here we come!" I whooped. Falco and Fox cheered to that.
The next two days were spent packing, training and generally getting ready for the tournament. I was a little nervous. Falco and Fox had both been there before, but this was my first time ever. Finally, May 15th arrived. Falco, Fox, and I were in the training room, getting in one last practice session before the Great Fox reached the Mushroom Kingdom.
"I don't know why you're so nervous," Falco said. "It's really no big deal."
"Maybe Pyrene doesn't think she can handle the pressure," Fox teased me. He knows I hate being called by my real name.
"Starfire," I corrected, playfully shoving him. "And I can too handle the pressure," I added, kicking the air. "I'm gonna take a break," I called, going over and leaning against the wall, thinking about my past.
I was raised aboard the Independence, a starship posted just outside the Lylat system. I am a Kuron, a humanoid race with Lylatian ancestry as well. Since I cannot stand my real name, Pyrene Star Dyani, I combined my middle name, Star, with the meaning of Pyrene, of the fire, to get Starfire. Though the name Pyrene does match my temper.
As I was saying, the Kuron are a warrior race, and we will defend our home to the death.
Unfortunately, that's just what happened. We were invaded, and our people, and our home, were destroyed. The Independence was in space at the time, leaving us the only survivors of the Kuron race.
We drifted about in space, hoping to find other survivors. Instead, we found Andross. He attacked us, right after we had been stalled by a meteor shower. I was outside the ship, repairing damage caused by the meteors. Then the ship exploded, without even a chance to fight back.
By some freak accident, or a miracle, I survived, only to drift around in space with limited oxygen. Reacting to the cut-off with the ship, my suit drugged me, putting me in a comatose-like state to preserve oxygen until I either died or could be revived.
Then Team Starfox found me. They brought me aboard the ship and put me in sickbay, where I remained unconscious for three days. When I awoke, I learned the fate of the Independence, making me the last surviving member of the Kuron race. So I joined up with the Starfox team and have been with them ever since.
I sighed, reliving those memories. I wished I could see my family again. "Stop it with the pity party already," I scolded myself. "Team Starfox is your family now."
Just then, Peppy's voice came over the intercom. "Mushroom Kingdom, dead ahead," he said. "You guys better get ready to depart."
We grabbed our bags and headed for the hanger bay. There, we jumped into our individual Arwings. Mine has a burning star painted on the side of it. As usual, we battled for the first take off spot. I won, nearly smashing Fox into the hanger bay walls. The three of us streaked towards the Tournament complex. "Super Smash Tournament, here we come!" I whooped. Falco and Fox cheered to that.