Okay dokey. I think I put out too much info about my story… Kinda paranoid… :P
Sorry if the formatting or the way I present some bolds is funny… I also try to make the stories longer as much as I want or can ... Left or right… Well, on with the story.
Chapter 4
Captured?
-Corneria Commander Center, Coneria (3 months after Sauria colony incident)-
Fox walked wearily through the halls. He had gone through four days without much sleep, seemingly obvious if one looked at him. Matted and dirty fur, messy hair, blood-shot eyes, a slight stench of death, this was a few of the days this handsome fox was not so… handsome. He had been thinking about the past few missions he had performed with the 7th company. They were quite the lucky ones, not losing one good soldier.
Pepper had called him in for war-room meeting. He quietly stepped in, spotting General Pepper and even Commander Bonsig and a few other high ranking officers. They were having heated discussion about mainly battle tactics and which planet to reinforce. Many of them were pushing their own fleet of red colored holographic Cornerian starships about in the Lylat system, others closely watching blue colored Cerinian ships move from point A to point B. Trying to predict moves that the enemies might do.
"Aha, Mr. McCloud! I see… ummmm… you are in need of a bath… baldy," Pepper said, being brutally honest. The other officers nodded in agreement. Fox ignored this and took a seat. "On with the meeting… Some of our scouts have found that the Cerinians have been using the planet Sauria and Venom as base of operations. Tight security around that planet. Routine patrols, anti-starship platforms, fighter platforms… If we're gonna take it, we'll have to cut them off from Mother Cerinia. I propose we make choke hold on their supplies. Slowly starve them then land troops to finish them off." Many of the commanders began to converse amongst themselves about the strategy. McCloud lazily remembered this station there… The documents, equipment, maps, and documents!
He had quickly remembered something. The Cornerians recently garrisoned there before his had a report about a missing probe droid with would-be vital information. His expedition was quickly foiled somehow… Fox shot up his hand right in front of the general's face making him flinch. "Yes, Fox? Is there something you need?"
"General, recent data from the stationed troops besides mine reported that a probe droid was shot down. All attempts to retrieve it failed. My expedition was the one considered to be the accident to cause the war…" Fox averted his face slightly. He let out a brief sigh. "Permission to obtain that data… sir…"
"Fox, we've been through this already, we already have hard facts that there were skirmishes before and after yours, with out you knowing. Also, did you not just hear me? Barely anything can get passed those defenses that the Cerinians set up," Peppered answered.
"It's not impossible to make a deep insertion in those defenses. If you can get a warp ring portal near enough, those cerulean won't know what hit them. I'll be too close for their platforms. If they try to shoot me, they'll just end up in their own cross fire," Fox said with a slight snicker and grin.
"Your father always gave me that look… The exact same thing when he did that trick…"
"Hey, I can do anything my father did, but only a hundred and ten percent more."
"Permission granted…"
-Approx. 3 mi. above some where over Sauria, Lylat System-
A large green ring expanded over at least 3 miles in the sky with inner glowing rings. It had a liquefied look and almost made it seem that it was about to pour down. As a puddle would ripple when something hits it, it rippled and a large metallic box came through. At speeds nearly hitting the speed of sound, its cube like shape began to melt as it hit the land but a surprisingly light thud for something landing at that speed.
Surrounding the metal box was a large reddish liquid that quickly evaporated. The hinges holding the container together mechanically exploded and the walls feel off revealing a Landmaster. It was quite different from its anti-air predecessors. It featured a full 360 degree turret unlike the 150 degree turrets of the previous masters. It was also equipped with anti-infantry munitions making it more effective against anti-armor infantry, one of the biggest weaknesses of its predecessors. The most noticeable feature was the main chassis with front caterpillar wheels and separate pods with caterpillar threads. Giving it a half-track look.
"Touch down successful," the pilot said. "Plotting waypoints to main target… Imputing high level threats and alternate routes… And done."
A fizzled voice answered. "Copy that. Avoid casualties if possible. Don't fire unless shot at. Got that, Fox?"
"Sure, sure." Fox revved up the engine and the machine groaned and let out a steady hum. "I'm going to have to maintain a radio silence. Fox out."
The large open-plains made the tank an awfully large target. But slowly, the blank paint started to fade into various shades of green. The Landmaster was coated with artificial pigment cells. Not exactly invisible, but it was none the less; effective.
The Cerinian colony or military base was too far off to notice Fox. If he's lucky enough, they might not be able to detect him or have visual contact. The probe was a good fifteen kilometers on a linear path, but was extended to thirty-one because of the security stations and alternate routes to avoid them. The tank rumbled to the various landscapes of the planet. Dirt, grizzle, mud, gave way to the mighty behemoth as it approached its target at a steady pace.
The Landmaster had reached a mountain, very strange at the most. It had been few hours since he started. The rocks looked almost artificial as though a giant had carved it. Fox stopped for a moment to get fresh breath of air. He poked his head out, then his upper torso. He looked to the side and was amazed by the site. Fox could see endless ocean, vast plains, thick woods, other mountain ranges, and most in importantly, the Cerinian outposts and colony. They had been spread out in a geometrical pattern for the best protection. Fox nodded to himself and stretched out to straighten his blood vessels. He caught an interesting view of the Cerinian spaceports, all within the naked eye. He quickly grabbed a small flat device with a small camera lens and took a picture. He then graphed his coordinates. "Command would like this." Upon closer examination and some estimation, the ports were directly located over the outpost. "Hmmmm, they may have some form of an inter-space elevator system."
Fox also noticed something else. He looked up and saw storm clouds. "Interesting, rain or storm clouds, yet, I see no rain nor feel any strong winds," he recorded on his comm. wrist. He would have to investigate later. The vulpine soldier went back for his seat and pulled down the blast lid and continued on with his original objective.
-Several Hours Later-
McCloud had finally reached the area that the probe was located in. Now, it was only a matter of finding it on foot. Fox jumped out of his Landmaster with some search equipment and some extra 'precautionary' weapons. And by precautionary weapons, a Space Dynamic low-recoil anti-armor battle rifle, an electronic repeater E-series blaster pistol, sting and flash bangs, and a flak jacket.
"Come to daddy." He began his search with most of his weapons holstered and a metal detector. Its beep slowly increased as Fox neared his objective. He moved faster, making it hotter or colder with every foot step. As he grew closer, he heard movement. By naturally instinct, he prone, drew his weapon, and moved ever so slowly. Fox found excellent cover between some low trees and rocks.
Fox peered over and saw a Cerinian vixen examining the probe. She was speaking in her native tongue over a radio. He cursed her and withdrew to take out his pistol. He looked over again but she was gone. "What the heck?" Fox checked if the coast was clear and moved towards the downed droid. But his progress was stopped as two blue furry paws grasped his neck and his arm holding the pistol. Immediately, the paws were forcing his own pistol to aim at himself.
"Kinda dumb for you to come out of your hole like that. And aren't you surprised I'm able to speak Lylat so well?" the vixen said. She breathed heavily on his next, attempting to screw around with his head. She grinned as she could almost hear Fox's heart beat. "Why don't you go along quietly, or I'll be forced to do 'you know what.'"
"Actually, I don't know," Fox chuckled. As fast as lightning, he ducked his head and made a swift elbow to her stomach. But she was able to force his trigger figure to pull it causing Fox to shoot himself in the shoulder. He straggled in pain as the plasma burn etched itself on his flesh. "Aarrrrggghhhh…" He grabbed his 2nd degree burn but only made it more painful. Every nerve cell hated every moment of this
The vixen covered her abdomen, having a feeling she was going to throw-up her own stomach. "That's no way to treat a lady," she said calmly. She walked over to Fox who was in fettle position clutching his wound. "As much as I hate to do this to guy as cute as you…" she kicked him the stomach in return for elbowing her. "… You're the enemy."
Fox drew enough strength to get her off. He did a strong judo swipe, tripping her down. He got up and made a defensive stance as the blue vixen picked herself up. "I'm not done yet."
To be continued
Hope that you like that chapter. I was going to throw in some more fighting but I'm human and need me sleep.
