M O M E N T O

Star Fox, its characters, names, etc. all belong to Nintendo. Any stuff that has already had a specific media is not mine! Galaxy Wulf, its characters, trademarks, names, etc. all belong to me!

Notice: This is a PROLOGUE of THC, meaning it happened before the events of Two Heroes Collide. I've taken the first few parts of my story from the official Star Fox manga entitled "Farewell, Beloved Falco" in the Japanese site of Nintendo. Luckily, there's an English version that you can get at [www.arwinglanding.tk]. Oh, I will temporarily stop Two Heroes Collide: Juniors if I am making this. Don't worry! I think this will only take 15 chapters or less!

Timeline help!

Okay, let's use this to confer the time displacement of Two Heroes Collide and Momento:

YEAR (example):

XX00 – two years later after Star Fox 64; formation of TERRA Squad

XX01 – Volgar's revival in Exilus and Ellie's father's death

XX02 – Falco left the team; the momento

XX03 – Rufus joined the enemy because of revenge to Wulf

XX04 – Wulf graduated from TERRA Squad from a cadet

XX05 – Bark joins TERRA Squad after leaving Volgar's science group

XX06 – Fox's mission in Dinosaur Planet; the formation of Galaxy Wulf

XX07 – Vulpin joins the gang; Wolf reappears in Lylat

XX08 – When two heroes collide

XX09 – the birth of intensity

There! Now I hope everybody knows what is the time difference!


Chapter 9, Past's Confrontation

     When we last left the Tri-Wolves Hunters, they are all stuck up on ice. Feeling humiliated after what the ice wolf Garou did to them, they quickly shake themselves out…

     "GRROOOAAAARRR!!!" Samson howled out loudly. (Sorry for the seventh chapter! I made Samson talk! He only growls, howls, and moves like an ordinary wolf! Although, he is slightly big and beefy…) He then shakes his body while on all fours as he removes the ice particles on his body like a wolf rattling after taking a plunge.

     Scythe griped while trying to reach his blaster inside the ice. When at last he touched it, he activated it to charge. The gathering of energy gives off heat, melting the ice.

     The two helped in destroying Seraphy's ice prison. She whined while constantly pulling her leg out. "Grr!" she growled. "When I get my hands on that bird, that bitch, and that muscle-bounded good-for-nothing wolf, I swear I'll smash their heads off!"

     However, Scythe just sighed, turned his back on, and moved away. "Let's just call this a day. I'll go back to my condo. What about you two?"

     "O'Donnell, you and us stay at the same condo, remember?" she laughed. "We are just different in the rooms!"

     "I just wonder how you keep Samson from the crowd."

     "Oh, just leave him alone with a large plate of meat, pizzas, and a barbell, and he wouldn't make a slightest sound!" Samson grinned after Seraphy said those words.

     The three decided to go back to Ice Paladin Condominium.  After all, it's a tiring day for them. They waved at each other, and went off to their rooms.

     Inside his room, Scythe opened up the light from his room and started to strip off his outfit. He removed his shoulder and kneepads, placing them to a corner of his bed. He removed his boots and he took off his socks. He then unsnapped his belt strap on his body (much like WereGarurumon's body belt) and laid it to his bed. He then went to his bathroom and opened the shower.

     "A warm atmosphere is good for a hot relaxing bath." he quoted.

     He removes his jacket and placing it to a dressing. He then removed his white shirt and then placed it to a basket of dirty laundry. He checks its contents and mumbled, "I hope room service comes in soon. I can't stand dirty clothing…"

     When he was about to enter the bathroom, his communicator, which he placed on a desk, beeped. Without further adieu, he immediately opened it to see a blurry image speaking to him.

     "Scythe, how's the status? Have you got him?"

     "Sorry sir… We failed… We-"

     "What the?! I told you to grab Falco and then return here!"

     "But sir I-"

     "I don't want the cash used in the accomplishment of the mission be wasted!"

     "Sir, we are capable of bringing Falco there in Venom! There is this only obstacle that we must face though…"

     "And what is this obstacle?"

     "There these ice wolves. They are species of wolves but have a unique skill in creating and manipulating ice!"

     "Hmm… Interesting… Still, my flagship is already heading towards your location. Since you've given me a good excuse, I'll extend the deadline up to the time I reach the planet's atmosphere."

     "Thank you, sir!"

     "Only in one condition."

     "What is it?"

     "Bring me one of those, what you so-called ice wolves along with Falco. It might be interesting checking their atomic structure. I'll double your commission if you do so."

     Strangely, in a low tone, he replied, "Y-yes sir…"

     "Good. I expect good things from Tri-Wolves Hunters, especially to you, O'Donnell!"

     The voice from the communicator logged off. Scythe placed it over the table and began to think deeply.

     "Something tells me I did something I'll regret." he pondered. "The ice wolf… Nah, the boss would only scan the anatomy and let him live… would he?"

     The dilemma bothered him for a while. He thought of hitting the shower to remove his dismal problem. He closed the glass sliding door, placed a towel and his pants to the side, and started to bathe.

     As the hot steam drifted to his legs, few things of the past reconciled to him. He remembered the times when he was a nobody; when he was just a knave trying to survive.

     The hot drops of water settled to his muzzle, then it slowly crawled down to his chin. The drips remind him of the rain, his being eloquent to be in a life of luxury.

     "O'Donnell…" he whispered to himself as he massages his body with the soap. "Why did I have a name like that? Oh, I remember…

     "I was just a kid of spoils. Bombards and raids destroyed my home in an alley in Fortuna. I am a spoil of war, as the Venomian soldiers carried me to their base.

     "A wolf cub has no use, but being a slave boy or a house guard wouldn't be much of a pain. They bid on me, auctioned me like I am a heartless object. How I was ashamed that I lived.

     "The bidding was over, and I was sold to a man of militia, a commodore. The large lizard was a fine man of courage and admiration, as I can see to his uniform of medals and badges. He asked me what is your name? I replied my name is Ransa.

     "Nevertheless I worked hard for him. Thankfully, ignoring my importunes and cries, he made me his loyal servant. Training me for a man of war, he turned me into a soldier of finesse and skill.

     "When he died because of a raid attack from Corneria, I both got enraged and sad. The stir of emotions flooded to me like hell. I forgot how to fight, to survive.

     "Until then I met him, the famous lupine with an eye patch on the right eye. He's very skilled and deadly that only the infamous Fox rivals him. He looked down to me, gave me a hand, and taught me what my master never told.

     "I learned how to live from a harsh life. I went along him as if he was the one who bought me yesteryears. Even though bitter, he treated me like I'm his younger brother. I treated him like a leader. I got the name O'Donnell…"

     He slowly massaged his legs as he slowly as the soap lathers. He felt ease as his emotions are released. The soapy water crossed from the top of his body down to his chest, giving a relaxing feeling.

     As he turned the shower off, he proclaimed, "My name is Ransa O'Donnell, but I'd rather be called Scythe."