Of Rivals

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Fox! It's owned by Nintendo, and Terra System, Nebulla Wolf, names, etc. are license of Galaxy Wulf, in which I own.

Read This Important Author's Note!

The story takes place before Star Fox Assault, but that isn't really much important. I only said so because Star Wolf here owns a planet-hideout called Sargasso Space Station, and that the members of Star Wolf are Leon Powalski, Panther Caroso, and of course Wolf O'Donnell. Those two are apparent in the new Star Fox game. I'm not sure if I should add Aparoids or not, but I'll think about that eventually. Anyway, I'll be using my characters, but not Galaxy Wulf. I'll be using their rivals, Nebulla Wolf (you'll be familiar to them when you read my fics, but you don't have to, since this is separate from them). I'll be using the "first-person POV" here just like in my fic Rivals or Friends, and like that story, I'll be switching narrators – from Wolf to Rufus, and back and forth. Anyway, now you know the drill, get reading! I won't be removing this note until the second prologue!


Prologue 2: The Wolf with a Cross Scar

Captain's Log…

I have finally decided not to continue any more on serving Volgar. I don't want it. He's only using my anger on Wulf. That thirst for vengeance is for me, and only for me! He's using my personal hatred, and now's the time to leave. We had a tight fight from Volgar's fleet, taking a few hits, but we sustained. However, I realized that staying in Terra System wouldn't do me good, either. I have to leave! Warping to the nearest non-Terran territory, I ended up in a star system we aren't familiar with. I then realized that our battle earlier caused damage to the plasma generator of The Pyre. The whole flagship slowly lost power, and we crashed to an unknown planet… Estimating the whole place, it looked like a hidden headquarters of some sort. I'm pretty sure, though, that we won't be having any open-arm greeting.

Team Status: Rufus Reavis – leader of Nebulla Wolf, me, is still standing. I don't know what happens next, but I'll fight if I have to… I'm really angry, especially now that I won't be able to take on Wulf. Hawkin Rogers – apparently, he wasn't really a group member. He decided to stay at Exilus… he was working for Volgar all along. He's not a true teammate. Name will be deleted in next entry. Arma Dillo – he's here. He hasn't changed much. His intelligence isn't much either, and it'll be probably useless, especially without Hawkin around. His inferiority is still a humor for us, though. Foxette Chase – she left our team even before this was planned. She wanted a normal life, so I guess it's not my right to restrain her here. Name will be deleted in next entry. Lupe Leon – the flamboyant bomb specialist didn't decide to leave. I guess that's good, especially now that we're only few. His skills are what we need to survive. However, his enforcing on how handsome he is can be annoying at some point.

End log… Save entry…

I looked again at the monitor after making my journal entry. I finally stood up, realizing that it's time to face them.

"Err, boss, don't you think they'll be giving us a cold face?" Arma commented on my feat. He's absolutely sure on what I'm going to do, despite the fact that it's dangerous. "But if you're going, then I'm going too!"

Arma is probably naive in some sort of way. While he does have that strong hide of his, his brain doesn't compare much. His appearance might give them a grief though, since he can roll into a ball and wreck anything in his path.

"And of course, you couldn't leave without me!" Lupe also made a comment. He did that with his usual sniffing of his occasional rose.

For Lupe, it's simply take it or leave it… but he wouldn't stop bugging you if you go for the leave it part. His narcissistic behavior could be a pain, especially now that I'm a bit of worried on what would happen to us. With that aside though, he's a character who could create invisible bombs by just thinking about it… Hawkin told me once that he could do that by means of telekinetic interference of the atoms, but I guess he's a good bomber because he's a bomber

"All right, let's move," I ordered them. I opened the hatch of the ship, and we walked slowly down to the floor of the alien planet. I was amazed, however. For aliens, they look too much like a Terran… but my thoughts stop floating and I started looking at the soldiers carrying class-B weapons. Class-B? Well… we have better weapons…

A grey wolf with some sort of eye patch walked slightly forward, and behind him were a chameleon and a panther… his cohorts or apprentices? It gave me a slight chill for a while, not a feeling of terror, but something else.