FIRST CATCH

Hey hey hey! It's not Awesome Sawss. It's Luanastar, and I'm en route to taking full custody of his account. Gone, but not forgotten. Anyway, the StarFox series is one that I wish got a lot more development from Nintendo (SM4SH DOESN'T COUNT). Buuut, seeing as it isn't really, here's a small story to express how I feel about it!

Luanastar doesn't own anything.

Falco switched off the engine to his Arwing once it was in the vehicle bay of the Great Fox. There was nothing better than getting a good off-duty fly around the cosmos once in awhile. He had paid a couple visits to the atmospheres of Corneria, Titania and on occasion, the ruins of planet Venom. Roaming the Lylat system without the pressures of dogfighting really knew how to put a smile on the blue-feathered Avian's beak. He was in search of something close to him, but couldn't seem to find it.

Hopping out of the cockpit with a clunk, the 20 year old ace pilot pocketed his radar and removed his favourite red scarf. He made his way through the azure-illuminated halls of the Great Fox, and entered his personal bedroom chambers. Thankfully, he hadn't any encounters with an angry captain, or even worse - Slippy.

The fearless pilot's star-studded grey bomber jacket was hung up on his coat rack, as Falco preferred to sleep in lighter clothing. Medals of strength, audacity and honour jangled and glimmered around it's collar. Memories of the Lylat Wars filled Falco's room like a vivid aroma, as he laid down on his bed.

"What the heck?!"

The transmission from the leader of Star Fox's greatest rivals, Star Wolf, put a smile on Falco's face, as he witnessed the Wolfen aircraft fall to its demise. The fierce battle on the planet of Fichina between the two squadrons had finally ceased, with Star Wolf on the side of concession.

"Alright. That's all 4 confirmed. Status report."

The voice came from none other than the captain of Star Fox itself, Fox McCloud, who had been the one to land the decisive blow on Wolf O'Donnell.

"No sweat, Fox." Falco boasted, twirling through the skies as he regrouped with his team members.

"Y-Y-Yeah! All systems fully functional, Fox!" came from Slippy, cheery as per usual.

A cough came from the eldest of them all, Peppy Hare, who was still a revered pilot, despite his age.

"Ugh. I could really go for some cranberry juice. Otherwise, I'm fine."

Falco shook his head at the antics of his peers, but was glad that he had made it out of the battle with all his feathers intact.

"Alright, make sure your G-Diffusers are fine, too. We gotta keep going."

"Yeah, 'course."

"Alright!"

"Cran- Er, I mean understood, Fox!"

"Umm… Alright, but first, I need a favour. Falco? Falco! Falco!"

"Falco! Falco!"

The bird with the same name flopped off his bed ungracefully, landing butt-first on the metal floor. Grasping his head, Falco pulled himself to his feet by grabbing his desk.

"Bloody heck, calm down! I'm coming…" shouted back the aggravated avian, opening the door to one of his teammates.

Fox stood at the door, hands on his hips and fully clothed for combat. Meanwhile, Falco was decked out in a mere red fabric vest and a pair of comfy and clean white shorts.

"How can I be of service, great captain of mine?" sarcastically greeted the cobalt fowl, leaning on the side of the door frame.

Folding his arms, the mature war hero cocked his head unsurprisingly.

"Care to explain where you went unannounced?" asked the captain, looking dead into the eyes of Falco, which were just as cerulean as his feathers.

"I went for a very enthusiastic walk." Falco deadpanned, leading Fox to roll his eyes. "Gotta stretch out those legs, ya know?"

"Out in space?"

"Now you get it, Foxy."

Falco then retreated back into his room, sitting at his desk that sat all of his favourite things: (that weren't weapons) His scarf, cell phone device, and a lovely orange plushie with blue wings that seemed to resemble a dragon.

Stepping a bit more inside the room, Fox closed the distance between himself and his close friend, before opting to rest against the wall.

"...This has been your fifth time consecutively, Falco. Why shouldn't I believe you're conspiring with Star Wolf? You've been awfully reserved recently, too."

Immediately, the feather-clad pilot rotated in his chair to face his captain and cohort, wearing a mask of shock as if his heritage had been insulted.

"Honestly, that's some serious nerve of you to accuse me, Fox. I'd rather have a giant egg for a roommate than team up with those herbs."

Falco intently watched a smile creep up on his captain's face, and already knew where this conversation was to be headed.

"Hmm… I dunno, Fal." muttered Fox, with a hint of smugness in his voice. "I've seen the way you've been looking at Caroso…"

"Just piss off, will you? Unfortunately for you, I don't swing that way. You can quit your stupid Panther nonsense."

Laughing heartily, Fox turned on his heel and headed toward the exit. Falco glared at each switch and sashay the vulpine's tail made as he reached the same entrance he came in from. It was weirdly mesmerising, but thankfully the bird could stop him before Fox could notice.

"Alright, alright. Just don't do it again without telling anyone, alright? Otherwise, I'll have to get Slippy regularly checking the tracking applications. Or even worse - I'll have him be your legal guardian for a day."

Falco shuddered at the thought of having to spend more than thirty minutes with the cringy toad. Thus, he gave an acknowledging nod to his commander, before Fox shut the door and went on his way.

The bird faced his desk again, making eye contact with the dragon plushie that mindlessly sat on the wooden surface without a will or purpose aside from the entertainment of it's owner.

"Well Dragon, he's not that bad lookin', right?"

"Are you talking about Fox, or Panther?"

Falco looked down meekly, then to the left.

"U-Um, yeah. Panther. That's who."

"Oh… Sure…"

Sighing, Falco nabbed his cellular device from the desk's surface, and slid it into one of his personal drawers below. He had already been caught multiple times sneaking out on the Arwings, so he'd have to take extra precautions to make sure his trips wouldn't be compromised. Whatever he was looking for had to be somewhere out there within vast expanses of Lylat. Or in fact, they could be right under his nose.

It was just a matter of finding them.

Hey! Hope you enjoyed that! It was short and sweet, as promised. However, if this one gets enough support, I'd be more than happy to continue it! Anyway, thanks for reading. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon!

-Luanastar