You know the drill. Don't own starfox blah blah blah. Just read, you retarded monkey. READ!
" I'll only tell you once, Cornerian…" The human said with his icy blue eyes locked onto Fox. "…You are not a prisoner. You are, for now, an unwilling guest. The difference between the two: guests are fed. Keep this in mind if you were going to throw any sass my way." Fox buttoned his lip, still contemplating the strange bald-body creature sitting across from him. The only fur he seemed to have was atop his head and above his eyes. He had no muzzle, either. Somehow, his alien appearance did strike Fox as freakish. It seemed to fit in with his mostly fur-less body…at least Fox assumed he only had it on his head.
Fox now saw where the pirate was taking him, though only a fool would have thought otherwise. He was flying his vessle straight toward the Moonshadow mothership. That was the last place he wanted to go, but he had little choice in the matter. He could have attacked the human right then and there, but he had no idea how to operate the controls. At least like this, he had a vauge chance of living. Fox looked towards the human with a mixture of anxiety and fear.
" What the hell do you want with me." He said as bluntly as he could. The human did not even look in his direction.
" Me?" He asked innocently. " Absolutely nothing. You should ask, what do we want with you. The order to capture you alive comes from the Holy One himself."
" When do I see this "Holy One"?" The human shook his head.
" Never. Nobody sees Lord Dagon exept his handmaiden, Cila. Now be silent." Fox obliged, not wanting his head blown off by a plasma cannon.
The ship's east hangar smelled of artificially generated air and exhaust, making Fox's sensitive nose twitch uncomfortably. The nameless human urged him from the smaller ship with a stern right hand and an armed left.
" Remember not to stare. You are our guest here until Cila says otherwise. I don't know why Dagon has been collecting you mercenaries, but be sure to thank Cila. She will deliver your gratitude to our sovereign. Don't speak a word until you are shown to your temporary chambers. Besides, I'm the only one in this section of the ship who can speak your barbaric tounge." Fox did notice that the human had a rather thick accent. As the human led him down a massive hallway, he was passed by many…disturbingly diverse life-forms ranging from insects to four-eyed walking squids. Fox felt his stomach churn a few times, but kept his extreme discomfort to himself…until one of the more squid-like creatures stopped in the hallway right in front of his captor, blocking his way.
" Wu' jak yal?" The human asked in an annoyed voice. Then Fox heard the squid speak; it made him feel quite out of place, as it consisted of a barely audible gurgle and sraping sound.
" Jak? Nemor kai yal rej." They continued in this conversation Fox knew nothing about for about five minutes before the squid creature finally left.
" What did he say?" His answer was a right hook to the jaw that knocked him on his rear and loosened one of his canines.
" I told you not to speak." The human said calmly as he waited for Fox to regain his composure. " Now follow me until…"
" Jared!" Fox heard the stern voice from across the hall, and somehow knew it was a savior. The human, or "Jared" now had a look of surprise in his eye. Fox saw a beautiful blue vixen in an extravagant robe walking forcibly down the hall with obvious annoyance. She seemed to be the same race as Krystal, but there was a fire in her eyes Krystal never even came close to having.
" Jared, me li duk yau te?" Jared backed away slightly.
" Cila! M…Ma ki baku rej!" She held a hand in front of his face.
" Na na na! Miak McCloud iruk yu rak, Jared!" Jared siged in what seemed to be his defeat.
" McCloud, I apologize for stiking you. Mistress Cila requests you go with her from this point on." Fox nodded and followed Cila, who walked with grace and form he had never seen. She was indeed beautiful, but it went beyond that. Each and every stride in her steps seemed to have a sort of technique or skill behind them. Her movements were completely controlled.
" I must appologize for his behavior, honored guest." She said with a voice as beautiful as she was. She had the same accent, but her Cornerian was much more refined than Jared's. " He can be a bit…frugal with his duties. I trust you enjoyed your trip here?" Fox shrugged off his nervousness.
" What do you expect me to say? Am I supposed to like you? Your kind practically destroyed my planet! Should I be grateful for that?"
" Hold, hold! Don't you see that you have been done a favor? Dagon' Mordus could have easily destroyed your pathetic little blue ball of planet, yet you have been spared. Show a little gratitude." Fox felt his head grow hot.
" You evil witch! That was my planet, my home! How can I believe that you are any better than the rest of these bastards!" She turned towards him with a look that could have incinerated him.
" Do not get feisty with me, little Fox. I may be a woman, but I'm also the apprentice of Dagon. I could kill you with my own two hands here and now, but that is not what I want. And I see that Jared was quite correct…do shut up."
Fox's room was simple, consisting of a cheap but acceptable bed, a sink, a small store-room for what little he now had, and a strange device he guessed was a toilet. He had found little refuge here, but at least he would be well fed. Somehow, Dagon's personal engineers had developed a matter sinthenizer and could change any material, like rock, into something else. The machine could even turn lead into a…
" Cheeseburger!" Fox heard an unfamiliar voice outside his automatic door. The door opened a moment later, and the smell of meat teased Fox's senses. The one who carried his food was a young weasle with green eyes about a foot shorter than Fox with a simple black jumpsuit. Fox discovered earlier that that was what most of the crew wore when not at war.
" I didn't send for food." Fox said simply. The weasle frowned a little but offered the tray to Fox anyway.
" You didn't, but as your personal attendant, it is my job to make sure you are well-nurished. Please eat. It's not like I'd poison you!" Fox did as the weasle requested, and found his burger to taste far superior to the ones he got at home. The meat was so tender, he would have sworn it was steak instead of hamburger. He took the tray from the weasle and set it on a small table next to the couch he just realized he had.
" What do you mean personal attendant?" He saluted and stood as tall as he could.
" It is Lord Dagon's will that all captured mercinaries be provided with a personal attendant to see to their every need." He dropped his hand back down at his side. " It is also my duty to keep you company and learn as much about you as I can. I hope you don't mind…" Fox shook his head in approval, and sat to eat his meal.
" How is it that my own kind work for pirates?" Fox asked as the weasle sat down next to him.
" Afraid I don't know. I was born on this ship, and it has always been my home."
" Your name? If you're going to be hanging with me, I should at least know your name." The weasle seemed to need to think about it for a few moments.
" My mother named me Neil before she died. But this is not about me. I'm supposed to learn all I can about you."
Fox spent the afternoon with Neil, who he found to be quite likable company. The green – eyed weasle had a good sense of humor, and showed Fox that though ugly on the outside, the mothership had many wonders. The East Garden, for example. Somehow, Dagon had used his ingenuity to create four great gardens that exist partially in another realm. The gardens were all closed in by a wall of stone, but an alien sun made beautiful trees grow. This technology was called DBP, standing for Dimensional Breech Portal. Fox spent the remainder of the day, at least the daytime in the garden's realm, with Neil. Fox really liked Neil, and it was good to have a friend. At least he was not alone. Neil was quite inquisitive, as was his job. He asked Fox a manner of questions, such as his age and birthday. Fox did not mind answering. He never did.
Many weeks had passed, and Fox was finally starting to feel at home. He slept easily at night, like he did at this present time. Fox's keen sense of smell suddenly woke him from a dead sleep. Someone was in his chambers. Fox leapt out of bed and threw open the door to the living-room.
" Hello, McCloud." Whoever was sitting on Fox's couch had a deep, commanding voice that made the Cornerian shiver. As Fox's eyes adjusted to the light, he began to see just what had infiltrated his coded chambers. A humanoid creature with azure skin and elf-like ears that had to be at least a foot in length each now stared back at him. He had perfect, white hair that was tied back in a braid that reached his mid-back. His garments were different than what the others wore. His black suit appeared to be more formal, and came in two separate parts. He walked over to Fox and held out his hand. Fox did nothing but stare.
" What are you doing in my room?" Fox asked blandly. The blue human frowned.
" This gesture is native to your planet. I assumed you would shake my hand, but it seemes my study of your culture has an error." Fox hesitantly shook his hand, and his smile returned.
" Ok. Now tell me why you are in me room. Please?" Fox now noticed his oddly colored eyes, which were a vibrant amber. Plus, he had absolutely no accent. His Cornerian speech was perfectly refined.
" I came to see you, of course. I am to be your…teacher in our ways." Fox groaned.
" I thought Neil was my teacher!"
" No, Neil is your friend. I am Aeon; Lord Dagon has instructed me to train you in combat." Fox almost laughed. He had graduated from the academy with the highest score in martial arts combat and doubted he would learn anything from a pirate.
" I know how to fight, thanks!" Aeon smiled, and held out his hand calmly. Fox felt himself pulled down onto the couch by invisible ropes, and held there firmly. He struggled, but found himself completely unable to move. " W-What!" Aeon laughed with good humor.
" Not martial arts. Psionics. Only a handful of your kind can learn to do that." Fox looked absolutely horrified. " By the look on your face, I can tell you have absolutely NO idea of what just happened." Fox felt the pull dissapate, and he could move again. He jumped from the couch with more energy than it required.
" WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" Fox almost screamed.
" I already told you. Psionics. Do me a favor and don't "freak out" as your kind often put it." Fox settled down back on the couch across from Aeon.
" Ok, lets start with what psionics are." Aeon nodded.
" Psionics are the ability to weild the cosmic energies of the multiverse in their rawest form though your mind. Few of your kind can even begin to learn, but I know you have potential."
" Fine. But why are you getting me up so early for this?" Aeon looked at a strange dialed device on the wall.
" By your planet's time, it is noon. You just overslept. But your training does not begin for another three hours."
" Then why the hell did you get me up?" Aeon siged.
" To get to know my student. I must say I am pleased to be your teacher." Fox noticed that Aeon seldom made direct eye contact. He was too busy looking Fox over, like a hawk.
" W-Why are you staring at me like that?" Aeon stopped his inspection abruptly as though he had been daydreaming.
" I must apologize. I find you to be a most beautiful creature." Fox felt a wave of nausia at the thought of what he might have meant, but Aeon caught this.
" Don't take it personaly. I think you are beautiful because your species is beautiful."
" What is that supposed to mean?"
" It means I find your race's form to be pleasing. It was a compliment, my good fox. I heard from Cila herself that Lord Dagon also shares this trait with me, and that is why he chose Cila as his handmaiden." Fox breathed a sigh of relief. " Is there not a lifeform you fancy?" Fox thought for a moment.
" I like cats." Aeon raised his hands with his palms turned upward.
" There you go."
" And what are you, exactly?" Aeon seemed taken aback.
" Me? Why, I'm of the noble and mighty Kemejians, the first race to grace this universe with their presence." Fox raised a skeptical eyebrow. " I don't mean to sound conceited, but this is a religious fact. It is not meant as an insult."
" It does sound conceited, but if it is religious…" Aeon grinned, expressing his appreciation of attemted humor.
" You will meet the Holy One soon. Just be patient."
" I'm sick of this. WHO IS THE HOLY ONE!" Aeon turned around slowly, his expression now more serious. Aeon's entire aura seemed to change from loose to serious, as though his personality itself had shifted.
" You really want to know?" The kemejian turned to face him completely. I lied to you earlier, McCloud." Fox raised his eyebrows in question. " My name is not Aeon. My name is Dagon' Mordus, the Holy One. Welcome aboard the Moonshadow."
If there is one thing I'm bad at, it's first impressions and staying on-topic. And, as you can see, I counterdict myself. That is "two" things. I just got back on my meds, so expect new work soon. I know my work can get a bit…sloppy. I have so many new ideas in one day, it's difficult to stick with one. If you have questions or comments, email me.