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I don't own anything here, except the plot, Eric, and Sarah. I might be missing something, but I don't care. Everything is property of it's other respective owners. Except where specifically noted, all virtual celebrity text was impersonated and no celebrities endorse any aspect of this.
That said, let us rise up against our celebrities and make fun of them.
Prologue
Three years ago, two humans, Eric Shroud and Sarah Terminham, became the fourth group in history to break a dimensional barrier separating foreign and alien worlds. One of the other three was a group that the duo only caught glimpses of, and battled rarely, an enigmatic mega-corporation whose name could only be guessed as The End. Another were the apparent late spirits of James McCloud and Vixy Rienhard, James' spouse, who hailed from a universe that was titled Star Fox informally and Dimensional Cache #67392890386 formally. The fourth group is as of yet unknown to Eric and Shroud. But even though Eric and Sarah would never wish to repeat the events that they witnessed and participated in, there were mysteries that they overlooked or did not look into. A man named Jack Chaykin. Who is he, and why did the main characters they ran into- Fox McCloud and his mercenary group Star Fox, Katt Monroe and Bill Grey- claim that there was another human in their world prior? To their knowledge, they were the first non-furry sentient beings to set foot into their dimension.
It's time to head back into Dimensional Cache #67392890386, to explore what happened after Eric and Sarah left the world. For The Battle at Venom's Tower was not an ending, but a beginning.
Three months ago
Falco Lombardi practically crashed into the booth in the corner at Joe's Tavern. To say the last few months had been extremely tiring would be an understatement, and he needed a beer. Around last year Lylat had started getting attacked by highly skilled fighter fleets followed by dropships (which carried an equally planned out ground assault), and a couple planets were on the brink of surrender. Not the least of which was that several pink monkeys had been noted in the invasion course. Falco had seen these creatures before. Three of them, but all three were on friendly terms. Falco sighed. He knew it was under strange circumstances with which he met them, and now with Lylat under siege by 'em… beer suddenly didn't seem strong enough anymore.
He pondered what to do after he had flagged the waitress down and took a swig of the fermentated beverage. Falco was a bird of action, but each creature had its limits, and Falco was reaching his. Save for the crew aboard the Great Fox, he hadn't seen hardly any of his friends for ages; he'd been that busy. Was it really too much trouble to party every now and then? But then he'd start and get an urgent call to head to battle. If there had only been three humans in the past eleven years, how were there now a seemingly endless number of them just waiting to send resistance forces six feet under? It didn't make any sense. Whoever was behind this was doing an extremely good job of keeping their identity secret. Only one clue was offered to the nature of their origins, a battle cry of "Embrace The End" barely whispered. For all of their battle prowess, Falco thought they needed a better battle-cry, one that actually required noise.
And where the hell did they come from? From Eric's and Jack's world? And if so, why weren't they mentioned? Unless Eric, Jack and Sarah were all ambassadors in targeting that particular dimension… Falco hoped it wasn't that; he had been looking forward to seeing them again; seeing that Fox was going nuts. They hadn't returned in almost three years, and it was killing Fox not seeing his daughter, seeing that his wife was killed just a few days before they left. It hurt Falco to see his friend like that, and even though the being responsible probably died in the cataclysmic battle three years ago, he felt a mighty need to lay down some whoopass on said responsible party.
At that moment, the door to the tavern swung open and a mouse of small stature came running up to the tavern counter. Immediately, something in the back of Falco's mind went off with a bang. He knew that this mouse brought bad news, he just couldn't put his finger on it… what could just bring on this… feeling? Nothing that easily, that was for sure.
After awhile, the guy behind the bar pointed in Falco's direction and the mouse walked over. "Mr. Lombardi?" She asked.
"Yeah," Falco asked, looking her over.
"I come bearing a message from Lieutenant Derrek."
"Why didn't he just call my communicator?" Falco thought, but then realized the answer. Oh yeah, it broke. It prevented his arm from taking a nasty blaster shot on accident the day before and he hadn't gotten around to fixing it yet. "Never mind, I remembered," Falco said as the mouse opened her mouth.
"He suggested you come with me. You see…
"It's Fox."
