In order to avoid the train wreck that was the first iteration of Journey, I won't start uploading chapters of this until it's mostly (if not completely) done. In the meantime, though, enjoy these couple of excerpts. I am aware this is really short, but I wanted to get this out ASAP, and also not reveal too much about what's coming. Also, I've got a small one-shot in the works, so expect to see that sometime in the future. Thank you for reading/reviewing, I'll see you all next time.
TimeWarp - A Preview
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"Damn it."
Fox McCloud stood defeated in his driveway, staring at the wrecked form of his prized LeDorean as the automated tow truck pulled away, the loud, cautionary beeping sound not being the only thing making his sensitive ears fall flat against his head.
Ice on the roadways during the winter had always been a common occurrence. Truth be told, one road worker not laying rock salt on one small patch of frozen water had resulted in his steering and brakes to become useless for a few seconds, sending him into a tree on the side of the road. Sure, he was fine, and thankfully no one was around to see, but the car was completely totaled. The same car he drove as another way to remember his father, the war hero that founded the mercenary team Star Fox, now looked like its front end had just been subject to a trash compactor.
He could practically see James McCloud himself standing next to him, slapping a hand on his back, making a joke about it, but overall glad that he was okay. It may have been just a car to anyone else, but to Fox, this was a legacy. That car belonged to a hero that Fox thought he could never live up to, someone who'd still be flying among the stars today, From Corneria to Titania, Fortuna, Area 3 and 6, Zoness, Katina, Fichina, Sector Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Omega-
'Sector Beta...'
Fox quickly brought up his communicator, and walked into his house. After a few moments, the private frequency for Bill Grey responded, and the image of the bulldog Fox was friends with back in his academy days appeared on the holographic display.
"Hey Fox, you caught me on my break, what's up?" Came the usual laid-back voice.
"Hey Bill, I know this is a bit sudden, but do you remember when I singlehandedly destroyed that entire battle cruiser that was about to blow up the Cornerian flagship out in Sector Beta?"
The mental recording of Fox saying "You owe me one!" over the comm played through Bill's head.
"Let me guess," the bulldog started with a smirk, "now's when you finally call in that favor?"
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Fara Phoenix, Chief Executive Officer of Space Dynamics and flying extraordinaire, passed by two guards stationed outside of the Space Dynamics Special Operations and Research Laboratory. The Special Operations Laboratory, usually just referred to as the Spec-Ops Lab, was only used for top secret projects, typically under contracts from the Cornerian Defense Force or other military branches, or sometimes the occasional attempt to defy fundamental scientific laws in order to create copious amounts of shredded cheese for late-night consumption.
Today, however, the lab was being used for the former, and she'd brought a friend along with her.
Standing proudly next to the sandy-colored fennec was Slippy Toad, Head of Engineering and Technical Design at Space Dynamics, and an all-around nerd. A former member of the mercenary group Star Fox, and had since hung up his wings several years after the defeat of the aparoid threat to pursue a career at the aerospace engineering giant. Though he did not work directly with Star Fox anymore, Space Dynamics designed, built, refined, and produced the iconic Arwings that the mercenary team used; an elite, ultra-range star fighter that dominated the battlefields in the skies and among the stars since its origin, the magnum opus of Cornerian innovation and engineering.
The frog and the fox each looked through a small protrusion next to a large set of steel double doors, until a low beep escaped a speaker next to the device. The words "Retinas Verified" appeared on a small display, followed by a loud clicking sound, signaling that the two were now allowed to enter the lab. The entrance opened, revealing a room lined with lab tables and computers, accompanied by a testing room behind a wall of reinforced glass. As the two walked inside, a spotted brown feline with high, pointed ears and a lab coat came up beside Fara and handed her a clipboard. The steel doors closed and locked themselves behind them with a low thud.
"Here's the lab report from the recent tests, Fara," the lynx said.
"Thanks Miyu. I'll see what we can make of it."
The lab report had bold letters printed along the top, intended to be the first thing read before anything else.
"Chrono-Matter," the vixen read aloud. Slippy stopped glancing around the room and snorted out of laughter.
"This is gonna be part Star Fox fanfic, part Back-to-the-Future ripoff, isn't it?"
Shut it, Slippy.