I stopped posting due to lack of free time. Now I have time… Weird... Kinda gave up on the first…
Chapter 1
Wet Ink on the Treaty
The dead silence of space was the only comfort Fox sought for now. Thinking of his next job, he wondered when General was going to offer one; a well paying one. But Fox's thinking slowly changed to an almost thoughtless state. He floated about in his space station from module to module. With his hands on the back of his head, and his legs crossed; this gave him a lazy look.
"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh… Damn it Pepper…" Fox muttered. "When the hell are you going to call and give me a job?" His patience was wearing thin. The last major job he had was one of the worst he had. The Cornerian-Cerinian War, but that was almost 4 years ago. But now, he was just surviving on bounty hunting or small time skirmishes, hired by local militias on different planets.
"… Can't blame the General for never calling me. Even now, the ink on the treaty was still drying. Negotiating with those Cerinian despots was not easy," he thought. This quickly reminded him of one of his prized war trophies from back then. He floated for his room in the next module and snatched a gem from an anti-gravity case.
The gem itself was priceless. From the looks of it, it was shaped like a flamed incased in a blue shell. What was more intriguing was that there was an emblem of some sort on it. It was obviously engraved and traced with gold. It consisted of a rhombus surrounded by 2 circles and several triangles. The engraving was simple, yet it seemed it had a lot of history behind it.
Fox was in deep contemplation. Examining each side of the gem. He had recovered it from an enemy Cerinian. It was an easy steal since he found her dead, holding it. Seemed that she was protecting it. Fox hadn't paid much attention to the gem until now. He placed it back in the case and got ready for bed. Sleep had finally gotten the better of him…
-Fox's station/Main Module, Currently Orbiting Corneria Earth-
The vulpine slept snugly under his blankets. Barely any sound except for the creaking of the space station itself, as it encircled Corneria at more than 1,500 miles per hour. A small beep disturbed the silence and the sleeping Fox. A small blue hazed beam flashed from a holo-projector and slowly formed a holographic touch screen. It read 'Message from General Pepper, Accept or Decline?' Fox ignored it for sometime, not even bothering to read until the computer decided to accept the message. And a holographic bust of General Pepper appeared.
"Greetings Fox... I see you're catching up on your sleep, at 2 pm?" the old hound said. The mercenary abruptly sat up to greet his superior. Fox had some fur standing up and a dirty white t-shirt, making him look like an absolute mess. "So this is what the most renowned war hero is doing?"
"Sorry about that General. Got a job for me?" Fox asked. He pulled up clean shirt and put it on, making him more presentable. "Put down a rebellion, lead a daring commando team, or break a fortress? What do you got for me now?" "Not exactly that. I want you to lead a small patrol around the demilitarized zones between Cornerian and Cerinian territory. I believe you have best experience for this type of mission."
"Don't you have the 1st, 2nd, and 5th Armadas doing that?" Fox asked. "Not exactly the demilitarized space zones. The planets themselves labeled as demilitarized. I want to make sure there is no sporadic fighting. The treaty is still drying its ink," the general said. "I really don't like this. Not only are the Cerinians bringing their own star fleet for patrols, the United Mankind Federation is not taking kindly to our military expeditions to tap new asteroid belts for material…"
Fox had never really liked humans. He had never seen one in person. It was said that the humans boosted a brutal, relentless mechanized army. Though, they have been shunned and even attacked by both Cornerians and Cerinians for not taking sides. The humans were forced into the shadows to lick their wounds even after the Cornerian – Cerinian War. "Ok General, what planet?" Fox asked.
"Very well Mr. McCloud, Sauria, but as some like to call it, Dinosaur Planet. You will be accompanied by small squad of fifteen. Seven riflemen, four 2-men support infantry, and four 2-men bazooka firing team." "Shall I set out now, Pepper?" Fox grinned. "Imputing coordinates into the Beltino Orbital Space Gate as we speak, McCloud… Fox," the General sighed. "Don't give the Cerinians a reason to shoot you… You've been known to be somewhat of a hot head. I don't want…? Fox?"
"… Don't worry old-timer! " Fox saluted. He had a reckless smile as he left his room for the hanger.
-Fox's Station/Hanger Module, Currently Orbiting Corneria-
"Extra rations, check, extra munitions, check, medical surgeon's kit, check, P145 Interplanetary radio, security blanket…. Uh… check! Looks I'm pretty much done," the vulpine said proudly to himself. He loaded the supplies into a crate and loaded it into his Arwing's cargo hold. "Looks like I'm read to go." "Green, green, green, green… I'm gonna change the colors to red... uuuuuuhhhhh," Fox complained as he read the Arwing's status screen. The distinctive hum of the fighter filled the room and blast shield raised up to absorb the streak of plasma that erupted from engine. Fox flipped a switch that in turn, opened the hanger's doors. "Oh okay, raise engine out put by 10 percent, and left off." The Arwing's G-diffusers lifted the mechanical bird and it boosted off outside. Its two gravity-regulating Gravity blades adjusted themselves to suit outer-space conditions. After some final adjustments, the Fox's Arwing started off slowly at steady speed, but it finally broke the sound barrier and then some.
On Board the Beltino Orbital Space Gate, Currently Orbiting Corneria
"Greetings Commander McCloud!" several Cornerian soldiers greeted the mercenary. The group was made up of a few young kits and dogs. They didn't seem to lack experience or even have any, mediocre at best. "We part of the 7th Green Company, 3rd battalion. The rest is waiting in the Docking Bay, sir." "Greenhorns? Pepper is sending greenhorns against the Cerinians? You kidding me?" Fox said in amazement. He had a worry look on his face. "You guys are cannon fodder for them!"
"We've had the best training anyone can receive! We even got some special training from Peppy Hare himself!" an angry kit stepped up. 'Peppy? Peppy? Peppy?' Fox had to repeat the name several times to believe that the old hare was still alive.
'Peppy's still training recruits? I thought he retired. I remember my training with him… Kept bragging on how I wouldn't be as great as my old man when he was alive since I was always slacking off… But he was always there when my dad passed away in the Cornerian-Venomian War…' the mercenary vulpine thought. Fox's worried look was wiped clean as a grin took over. "Okay kid, we'll see what you got."
"What? What do you mean?" the kit asked, bewildered from the sudden change of mood.
"We set out now. Tell the bridge to activate the warp gate, time to head out."
Sauria/Dinosaur Planet, Demilitarized Boundary/Out reaches of Lylat System
"Ma'am, the current Cornerian garrison is leaving via drop ships, most likely switching duties," a cerulean blue vulpine reported. The room he was in was somewhat quite dark for a mobile military post; it usually was crowded with COs relaying commands about, but instead there was only one occupant. "As on schedule… I grow tired of these war mongers. Sharing a planet with these inferior specimens is quite bothersome," a feminine voice replied. She had a soft voice of someone very gentle, yet very assertive in its own ways. "Keep an eye on the radar."
"Yes commander… hmm," the male was quite for awhile. He placed a hand over one of his ears. Small static and hum came from inside of his ear, most likely an implant of some sort. "It seems the new replacements have already arrived by warp gate… They're coming in a DS-135E, heavily armored an impressive anti-air and anti-armor array… Used for deep insertion, search and rescue, air support and such."
"Deep insertion? Sounds more of a sabotage or commando team to me instead of a peace keeping team. Keep a close watch on them and make sure that any Cerinian civilians and Sauria's locals are under watch," the commander ordered. "You have your orders; I wish to catch up on my reading." "Yes ma'am," the blue vulpine soldier left the trailer for a radio post to relay the commands to the rest of the Cerinian garrison.
To Be Continued…
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