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Omega Delta Fighter squadron.
Chapter 1: A Sinister Past
In the year 2440, the Earth is a crime-ridden place that has been generally evacuated to other planets. To help keep the peace in the solar system, teams of mercenaries are required in the universe. This is the story of one such team and its interaction with another galaxy.
Black Albatross sat in the kitchen of the Attou, the flagship of the Omega Delta Fighters mercenary squadron. Obviously this was not his real name, but his mercenary alias, which all of his teammates had. He could hardly remember his real name anymore. Black, as he was called aboard the ship, had never wanted any part in being a mercenary. His true dream was to be a professional writer, but that dream was shattered years ago. No one had any use for written material anymore, save for manuals. Yet he couldn't let this trouble him for he was the team leader who had to hold things together.
Black hated to battle because he knew of his and others' lethal capabilities. Yet here the 17-year-old sat, pouring himself a glass of orange juice on the most formidable ship in the universe. In came Six Majin, the team's technician and also a powerful pilot. Majin, as most called him, was sixteen, a year older than his other two teammates, Winged Demon and Shadow Blade.
However, Majin fought with a cold lust that many assassins envied. If one had not gotten to know his good side, you might have thought he enjoyed killing people. Majin, unlike Albatross, had not had to completely give up his life's dream. He had always dreamed of being a video game designer, and he got to slightly fulfill that with the work he did now. Standing 6'2, he was a force to be reckoned with.
"Why are you up so early?" asked Albatross.
"Couldn't sleep." muttered Majin. "Got a problem with that?"
"Well, no, it's just."
"Why do you always have to act like I'm a child? For God's sake, I'm sixteen! That's only one year younger than you!" screamed an infuriated Majin. "Do you realize that I have killed more people than this whole team combined? Well, do you? That's certainly not something children would take part in! I am an assassin!"
"Yes, but." Majin slammed the door of the kitchen behind him, cutting Albatross off. 'Perfect' he thought. He's angry again.
Albatross looked around the metallic kitchen as he sipped his orange juice and sighed. Everything was cluttered. About fifty dishes littered the sink, and the stove was covered in grease. Today he'd clean it up, maybe with the help of someone else, but probably not. His team wasn't very close anyway.
Majin walked down the rusty hallway of the ship, towards the recreation room, gun out, as always. Into the room he stepped, seeing his other teammates, Winged Demon and Shadow Blade lifting weights. 'Feh,' he thought. 'Always thinking they're so strong. How about a little surprise.'
"Computer," he said, quietly enough so as not to be heard by his thick- headed teammates. "Activate recreation room cannons for manual control via handheld communicator." 'This will be fun,' he thought, a hint of boyhood returning to him for a split second.
The assassin pulled up a sort of holographic joystick from the communicator. Locking the cannons about three inches from each of the two, he began firing.
The two began to jump and squeal, all the while Majin was laughing maniacally. He finally stopped, and the two finally saw him.
"What the hell did you do that for?" demanded Shadow.
"Hmm. Seems to be my way of having a little fun."
"Kind of a twisted way to do it," snarled Demon.
"Oh for God's sake do I have to tell you where I got that idea from again?"
"Er, yes."
"Fine. This time I'll add a new part I haven't talked about before. You see, while you two losers were on Io and Calypso having the time of your lives, I was born on Earth."
"Earth?" The two contorted their faces. "Yes Earth. Now don't interrupt me anymore. My great-great-great-great- great grandfather was Patrick Woods, the only American ever to be a member of the Japanese Parliament. He had many enemies, and one day he and his family were betrayed and sent to a prison camp in Aruba. Ever since Woodses have been born to be tortured, killed, and then born again to continue these people's sick traditions. Thanks to my uncle, William Woods the 7th, I was able to escape and join this team. Now ponder that if you have the cranial capacity to do so, and leave me alone!"
Majin quietly walked back to his quarters, thinking of his ancestors. How brave they all must have been to go out like that, and he was the lucky one. He was the one who would avenge every Woods killed by the evil Japanese.
He entered the room and sighed. Tacked to every wall were pictures of former Woodses given to him by his uncle. There was Patrick, above the bed, looking proud in his parliamentary uniform. But they were all dead. Never to return to the world.
Majin bowed his head deeply and fell onto his bed. Why was his the cursed family? Why? Why? Why? And then Majin did something he hadn't done since his last torture session on Aruba. He cried.
[A/N] Fan Fic police people, this will have Star Fox in it in chapter 2.
Chapter 1: A Sinister Past
In the year 2440, the Earth is a crime-ridden place that has been generally evacuated to other planets. To help keep the peace in the solar system, teams of mercenaries are required in the universe. This is the story of one such team and its interaction with another galaxy.
Black Albatross sat in the kitchen of the Attou, the flagship of the Omega Delta Fighters mercenary squadron. Obviously this was not his real name, but his mercenary alias, which all of his teammates had. He could hardly remember his real name anymore. Black, as he was called aboard the ship, had never wanted any part in being a mercenary. His true dream was to be a professional writer, but that dream was shattered years ago. No one had any use for written material anymore, save for manuals. Yet he couldn't let this trouble him for he was the team leader who had to hold things together.
Black hated to battle because he knew of his and others' lethal capabilities. Yet here the 17-year-old sat, pouring himself a glass of orange juice on the most formidable ship in the universe. In came Six Majin, the team's technician and also a powerful pilot. Majin, as most called him, was sixteen, a year older than his other two teammates, Winged Demon and Shadow Blade.
However, Majin fought with a cold lust that many assassins envied. If one had not gotten to know his good side, you might have thought he enjoyed killing people. Majin, unlike Albatross, had not had to completely give up his life's dream. He had always dreamed of being a video game designer, and he got to slightly fulfill that with the work he did now. Standing 6'2, he was a force to be reckoned with.
"Why are you up so early?" asked Albatross.
"Couldn't sleep." muttered Majin. "Got a problem with that?"
"Well, no, it's just."
"Why do you always have to act like I'm a child? For God's sake, I'm sixteen! That's only one year younger than you!" screamed an infuriated Majin. "Do you realize that I have killed more people than this whole team combined? Well, do you? That's certainly not something children would take part in! I am an assassin!"
"Yes, but." Majin slammed the door of the kitchen behind him, cutting Albatross off. 'Perfect' he thought. He's angry again.
Albatross looked around the metallic kitchen as he sipped his orange juice and sighed. Everything was cluttered. About fifty dishes littered the sink, and the stove was covered in grease. Today he'd clean it up, maybe with the help of someone else, but probably not. His team wasn't very close anyway.
Majin walked down the rusty hallway of the ship, towards the recreation room, gun out, as always. Into the room he stepped, seeing his other teammates, Winged Demon and Shadow Blade lifting weights. 'Feh,' he thought. 'Always thinking they're so strong. How about a little surprise.'
"Computer," he said, quietly enough so as not to be heard by his thick- headed teammates. "Activate recreation room cannons for manual control via handheld communicator." 'This will be fun,' he thought, a hint of boyhood returning to him for a split second.
The assassin pulled up a sort of holographic joystick from the communicator. Locking the cannons about three inches from each of the two, he began firing.
The two began to jump and squeal, all the while Majin was laughing maniacally. He finally stopped, and the two finally saw him.
"What the hell did you do that for?" demanded Shadow.
"Hmm. Seems to be my way of having a little fun."
"Kind of a twisted way to do it," snarled Demon.
"Oh for God's sake do I have to tell you where I got that idea from again?"
"Er, yes."
"Fine. This time I'll add a new part I haven't talked about before. You see, while you two losers were on Io and Calypso having the time of your lives, I was born on Earth."
"Earth?" The two contorted their faces. "Yes Earth. Now don't interrupt me anymore. My great-great-great-great- great grandfather was Patrick Woods, the only American ever to be a member of the Japanese Parliament. He had many enemies, and one day he and his family were betrayed and sent to a prison camp in Aruba. Ever since Woodses have been born to be tortured, killed, and then born again to continue these people's sick traditions. Thanks to my uncle, William Woods the 7th, I was able to escape and join this team. Now ponder that if you have the cranial capacity to do so, and leave me alone!"
Majin quietly walked back to his quarters, thinking of his ancestors. How brave they all must have been to go out like that, and he was the lucky one. He was the one who would avenge every Woods killed by the evil Japanese.
He entered the room and sighed. Tacked to every wall were pictures of former Woodses given to him by his uncle. There was Patrick, above the bed, looking proud in his parliamentary uniform. But they were all dead. Never to return to the world.
Majin bowed his head deeply and fell onto his bed. Why was his the cursed family? Why? Why? Why? And then Majin did something he hadn't done since his last torture session on Aruba. He cried.
[A/N] Fan Fic police people, this will have Star Fox in it in chapter 2.