*DISCLAIMER*
Most, if not all of these characters do not belong to me.
All's quiet here… the pilot thought to himself. Just like all the other times. He glanced at the radar again, and checked every monitor. I must be going crazy, he mused. That's the fifth time I told the crew to set a course, and not been able to explain why I took us to the middle of nowhere. They must be worried about me.
The young pilot rested his face in his hands. It wasn't all that easy for him to command such a large ship at times, and the recent "miscalculated coordinates" had only supported everyone else's opinion that he, Fox McCloud, was better off flying an Arwing.
Although he missed his old days as a fighter pilot, and would've happily stayed employed as one, everyone managed to convince him that his leadership skills were needed in captaining the Great Fox.
He sighed, and opened his eyes again to the warm luminescence of the controls before him. I can't tell them the truth… That I've been hearing, well, voices in my head, trying to get me set a course to some coordinates, which always lead to nowhere. He stretched his arms, shrugged, and was about to enter a new, more useful set of coordinates when—
A beep. Fox glanced at the monitors again. A small, one-man ship was visible on the fringes of the Great Fox's radar.
"Should we hail the ship, sir?" a voice from the console said.
"Patch us through," Fox replied.
"Connection established."
"This is Fox McCloud of the mercenary ship, the Great Fox. You have entered Lylatian space. Identify yourself, or you will be considered a threat."
A male voice answered him. "Forgive my rudeness. I am Captain Falcon, racer and bounty hunter professional.
Fox raised an eyebrow that no one was around to see. "What is your business here?"
Silence.
"Repeat, what is your business here?"
"Well," Falcon answered, "it's hard to explain. But I assure you, it's not illegal. Or, I don't believe it is…"
"If that's how you answer everyone who halts your ship, it's a wonder you still have a license to fly."
"Sorry… Well, I guess you could say I was called here."
"You're following a distress signal?"
"No… I…"
Fox decided to take a chance, seeming as how Falcon's tone of voice didn't suggest he was drunk. "You've been hearing voices that are telling you to set a course for varying coordinates?"
"How could you possibly know that?"
"The same thing's been happening to me…"
"Weird. Maybe we should check it out. Here, I'm sending you the coordinates the voice told me, so tell me if you can make any sense of it."
Fox compared these new points to the ones that he had recorded recently, and he snapped his fingers in realization. "Aha! The points all form a straight line!"
"So all we need to do is follow the trail!" Falcon exclaimed.
"Start setting that course Captain Falcon. I'll personally accompany you in my Arwing, and maybe we can get to the bottom of this.
Elfshire: That's the first chapter of the story, so let me know what you think before I write any more of it, or tell me you need more of a plot before you make a solid opinion. There will be other characters added besides Falcon and Fox in later chapters, but don't expect the whole SSBM team, as it's kind of hard for me to write a story with 26 main characters (24, plus TWO Ice Climbers).
IMPORTANT NOTE: If any of you have a criticism to give to me, that's fine. However, I would appreciate it if you would have the respect to give it without unnecessary rudeness.
Most, if not all of these characters do not belong to me.
All's quiet here… the pilot thought to himself. Just like all the other times. He glanced at the radar again, and checked every monitor. I must be going crazy, he mused. That's the fifth time I told the crew to set a course, and not been able to explain why I took us to the middle of nowhere. They must be worried about me.
The young pilot rested his face in his hands. It wasn't all that easy for him to command such a large ship at times, and the recent "miscalculated coordinates" had only supported everyone else's opinion that he, Fox McCloud, was better off flying an Arwing.
Although he missed his old days as a fighter pilot, and would've happily stayed employed as one, everyone managed to convince him that his leadership skills were needed in captaining the Great Fox.
He sighed, and opened his eyes again to the warm luminescence of the controls before him. I can't tell them the truth… That I've been hearing, well, voices in my head, trying to get me set a course to some coordinates, which always lead to nowhere. He stretched his arms, shrugged, and was about to enter a new, more useful set of coordinates when—
A beep. Fox glanced at the monitors again. A small, one-man ship was visible on the fringes of the Great Fox's radar.
"Should we hail the ship, sir?" a voice from the console said.
"Patch us through," Fox replied.
"Connection established."
"This is Fox McCloud of the mercenary ship, the Great Fox. You have entered Lylatian space. Identify yourself, or you will be considered a threat."
A male voice answered him. "Forgive my rudeness. I am Captain Falcon, racer and bounty hunter professional.
Fox raised an eyebrow that no one was around to see. "What is your business here?"
Silence.
"Repeat, what is your business here?"
"Well," Falcon answered, "it's hard to explain. But I assure you, it's not illegal. Or, I don't believe it is…"
"If that's how you answer everyone who halts your ship, it's a wonder you still have a license to fly."
"Sorry… Well, I guess you could say I was called here."
"You're following a distress signal?"
"No… I…"
Fox decided to take a chance, seeming as how Falcon's tone of voice didn't suggest he was drunk. "You've been hearing voices that are telling you to set a course for varying coordinates?"
"How could you possibly know that?"
"The same thing's been happening to me…"
"Weird. Maybe we should check it out. Here, I'm sending you the coordinates the voice told me, so tell me if you can make any sense of it."
Fox compared these new points to the ones that he had recorded recently, and he snapped his fingers in realization. "Aha! The points all form a straight line!"
"So all we need to do is follow the trail!" Falcon exclaimed.
"Start setting that course Captain Falcon. I'll personally accompany you in my Arwing, and maybe we can get to the bottom of this.
Elfshire: That's the first chapter of the story, so let me know what you think before I write any more of it, or tell me you need more of a plot before you make a solid opinion. There will be other characters added besides Falcon and Fox in later chapters, but don't expect the whole SSBM team, as it's kind of hard for me to write a story with 26 main characters (24, plus TWO Ice Climbers).
IMPORTANT NOTE: If any of you have a criticism to give to me, that's fine. However, I would appreciate it if you would have the respect to give it without unnecessary rudeness.