The skies above Kew were bright orange as the morning slowly rolled in, and a large crowd had gathered around the still burning plaza on Nova-Corp Tower. Everyone was staring at the large number of heavily armed figures, searching through the burning vehicles and the dead bodies for pieces of equipment, ignoring the crowds. Some returned to the tower with equipment or a dead body in their arms, while other's tossed away over dead bodies into the enormous crater in the middle of the plaza.
In the eyes of the crowd, it looked like another turf battle in the gang war had that laid waste to much of Kew. However, there was also a sense of confusion, such as why this gang had chosen to ignore them than threaten them.
Fox stood in Nova's office, in front of the smashed window from where he sent Nova falling to his death. He scanned the tops of the skyscrapers, his mind lost in thought. Nova was dead, but there were nine more founders out there, and Fox didn't have a clue for were to look. Perhaps he should beat the information out him, and then killed him.
Behind him were a few Protectors in the office discussing about things that didn't interest him. One was busy trying to hack Nova's computer for information about his criminal activities. While a few others were talking to Becky, discussing the status of other units on the planet and the state of the gangs.
Becky dismissed her men and made her way towards Fox, she wanted to thank him for his actions, since all of this would have been impossible if it wasn't for him. Before she could get any closer, Fox spun round to greet her, as if sensing her approach.
"Thank you, Fox," she said with a smile.
"You're welcome," Fox replied.
"You've done a great thing Fox, things will change for the better."
"What will you do now?" asked Fox, curious as to how they would deal with the gangs.
"We lost a lot guys in this operation," her voice was full of sorrow, "and since we're this planets only form of law enforcement, I'll reorganise us into something proper, the Kew Security Force."
"Good luck with that," replied Fox.
"And what will you do?"
Fox didn't reply immediately, in all honesty he didn't have a clue.
"Finish off what I started," he replied, his voice struggling to hide the twisted hatred he felt.
"Well," began Becky, "If there's anything you need, we'll help."
"There is one thing," said Fox, turning to face her, his face serious, "No-one else must know I was involved in your war. If the Cornerian military come by and start asking questions, believe me they will, tell them that you won through careful planning, the skills of your guys, or you were just plain lucky. Anything, but my intervention is not to reach their ears."
"That is a big request, I mean the things you've done are difficult to cover up, but since it was through you we won. I think we'll be able to pull that off."
"Thanks," replied Fox, and gave her a small smile. Becky just returned the smile and walked away.
Fox looked around the office; he stopped when he saw the bat, hacking into the computer. He had been so stupid, if Nova had any information about Ghost Company, where better to look than his own personal computer.
The Bat smiled to himself, all of Nova's plans, sites and information was at his fingertips. Fox could clearly see the enormous grin, and moved towards the bat.
"What did you find?" asked Fox.
"Where do I begin?" said the bat, struggling to contain his excitement, "Everything's here! Piracy, drug smuggling, hideouts, the lot!"
Fox just rolled his eyes; he had no interest in that shit. He scanned the files on the screen, looking for anything that stood out, but nothing stood out. Suddenly, he caught the name of one file that was as clear as day. The file was named 'Ghost'.
"Select that file," ordered Fox, pointing at the screen, the bat complied and selected it.
A list of documents and folders appeared on the screen, Fox began to scan their titles, 'Status Reports', 'Progress Reports', each one drove Fox to study its contents. As he scanned down the list, one caught his eye, 'Evacuation'. The bat selected it to reveal the contents of the document.
Nova,
General Stone informed me of your predicament; count yourself lucky that bastard McCloud hasn't killed you yet. Do yourself a favour and keep your head down. If McCloud can kill an entire unit of elite Ghost Company soldiers, your thugs are not gonna last a second.
Soon, 'command' will send me on patrol for 'rebel forces', and then I will come to collect and take you back to GHQ. Make sure you have that artifact ready for transport, and nothing happens to it. I don't know how many or if any of those fucking things are still out there.
Head to NC Docking Bay 002, I'll be there to collect you and the artifact on the day. Don't fuck this up, me and rest of the Founder's are counting you.
Captain Nova.
A small smile crept across Fox's lips, now he had a new trail to follow and information about Ghost Company.
"Download all of this," commanded Fox. The Bat plugged a small rectangular disc into the system and downloaded everything within the ghost file.
Fox stowed away the disc in his trouser pocket, and left the office. It was time to hunt his next target.
-x-x-x-
In a dark black metal corridor, illuminated by several white lights, was a black haired ape of average size. Wearing a white officer's uniform and cap with black trim, and black boots that echoed through the corridor with each step.
At the end of the corridor, was a large metal door that opened for him. The door revealed the bridge of a warship, two rows of computers curved around the bridge with an isle in the middle, in front of a large chair. Crew members were sitting in front of the consoles or were walking around, while two soldiers stood by the door.
"CAPTAIN ON DECK!" someone yelled as the ape walked into the bridge, everyone froze and stood to attention.
"As you were," replied the Captain, as he sat down in his chair, a small keyboard and computer screen appeared from behind the chair on his right side.
"Captain, we are nearing Kew," said a crewmember, Captain Vander looked out the observation window. Ahead, was the grey planet with an infamous reputation.
"Maintain our position in orbit," commanded Vander, "ready a shuttle and a security team to head down and collect Nova."
"Yes, captain."
-x-x-x-
Fox was running through the filthy alleyways of Kew trying to avoid the eyes of the public, the scars that once made him unrecognisable had healed, even after the beaten he had taken last night, he was still recognisable if someone looked close enough.
He stopped at the end of the alley, ahead was the docking bay Fox was looking for. The stacks of containers, the large warehouses and towering cranes clearly visible. After checking the street, Fox sprinted towards the fenced perimeter and leaped over it as if it was nothing.
Voices began floating towards Fox's ears, his ears perked, who was here? Fox slowly followed the sound of the voices through the maze of containers and buildings, the voices got louder with each step.
Fox poked his head around the corner of a container to see roughly thirty or more Death Bringers. Their armour was scorched, bashed, dented, cracked and broken. Blood and dirt covered their face, and their high tech weapons had been heavily weathered.
It wasn't difficult to figure out what had happened they were some of the survivors from the Protectors Crackdown on the gangs of Kew. These guys most likely fled when the fighting got intense, and regrouped here, either to flee or strike back.
The survivors were locked in a heated argument, failing to notice the one person that did the most to bring about their downfall. But before Fox could strike, a brown rat stood on top of a large reflective, metal crate. He raised his blaster in the air and fired, the noise of the gunshot silenced the crowd.
"Listen up, bitch's!" yelled the rat, "We are in this shit cause the boss was too much of a fucking pussy, and now he's dead and we're paying for his cock up."
"And what are you gonna do, prick?" roared someone from within the crowd, others began shouting in agreement.
"I'm gonna fix his mistake," replied the rat, his eyes shining with victory. "The boss was sposed meet his contact and give em this thing," he stamped on the crate he was standing on. "So, we trade this for a vast collection of guns and armour, and then we take back this planet and show everyone what happens when you go against the Death Bringers."
The thugs roared with delight, while Fox just sent glares at the power hungry rat. This pest wanted to rule over the scraps of Nova's criminal empire, and cause all sorts of chaos. Fox prepared to strike out from his hiding place, when suddenly; there was a roar of a ships engine overhead. Fox and the Death Bringers to look at it as it landed in front of the thugs. Fox instantly recognised its make as the shuttle that was used in Ghost Company's fleet.
The boarding ramp lowered with ten heavily armed soldiers marching down, followed by a dark green lizard wearing a grey officer's uniform.
"What the fuck do you want?" asked the rat, clearly pissed off at the site of military figures.
"I am looking for Max Nova, your Boss, and a container with a very important piece of cargo," replied the officer, giving the rat a look of disgust.
"Well, sadly the boss was killed in an attack on his hideout," began the rat with a false tone of sympathy, "That makes me in charge, and if you want this thing, your gonna have to pay."
The lizard stared at the rat, while his face didn't show it; his eyes revealed that he was outraged.
"Very well," he replied calmly, "What do you want?"
"Weapons! Lots and lots of weapons," replied the rat.
"Very well then, you can have these," said the Officer, drawing his pistol and shooting the rat in-between the eyes.
Before any of the other thugs could retaliate, the troopers began firing on them immediately after the lizard killed the rat. Several thugs returned fire as the rest broke and fled into the complex. Fox ducked behind a container as three thugs ran past him, completely missing him. The sounds of laser fire died down, Fox checked round the corner to see Ghost Company troops standing over piles of dead Death Bringers.
"You two," the lizard pointed at two soldiers, "Load up the container and any others that have valuable equipment. The rest of you split up and track down any survivors, after that we'll return to the warship."
The officer walked up the boarding ramp as four teams of two went off to track down the Death Bringers, leaving two troops to load the cargo. Fox weighed his options, he kill everyone on the shuttle and fly back to the warship. However, it was possible that Ghost Company had taken precautions because of his presence, so if he hijacked the shuttle, there might be something that could stop and kill him.
On the other hand, he could seek inside the shuttle, hide and wait until he was on the ship. Then, hopefully the ship would return to Ghost Company's GHQ, allowing him wipe out the founders and Ghost Company within a single strike.
When the two soldiers disappeared into the shuttle with the mysterious crate, Fox made his move; he quickly dashed behind the ramp of the shuttle. Soon, the two soldiers returned and Fox quietly climbed onto the ramp and crept into the shuttle. Being similar to ship he stole, Fox made to the cargo bay undetected. The cargo bay was loaded with various crates of different sizes; Fox forced his way behind a large pile as the soldiers returned with another crate. All Fox could, was wait in his cramped position, until the ship took off.
-x-x-x-
A silver lupine wearing a bright red Cornerian Officers uniform, complete with the gold trim along his selves, and gold straps across the front, with black boots and white gloves. He was walking through the corridors of the Command Centre. In his left hand, he held a large red folder, containing some very important documents.
Officers and ranked personal stood out of his way to allow him to pass through the corridors without hindrance. He stopped in front of an office door, the writing on the door read out, General Peppy Hare. With a firm hand, he banged on the door, wanting the General to be fully aware of the importance of this visit.
The hissed open as it rose, allowing the lupine into the spotless office; in front of him was a large desk with a computer, sheets of paper and three framed photos on top. Two black leather chairs were in front of the desk and a large window was behind it, giving a clear view of the base and the city in the distance. Sitting at the desk was an old grey rabbit, wearing a red officer's uniform with gold trim.
"General," said the lupine with a salute.
"This better be important Colonel Silvers," replied Peppy, annoyed with the fact that he was distracted from his work.
"See for yourself," replied Silvers, placing the Folder on the desk. Peppy took the folder and pulled out the documents.
Attached to the first page were several photos of figures both heavily armed and armoured. Some were of them in front of a battle damaged tower, while others were from battle torn streets, a few were of two sides, both equally equipped, fighting it public areas.
"What is this?" asked Peppy, his mind in complete shock.
"After that attack on Kew, I sent a small cell of Cornerian Intelligence Agents there to find out what was going on," was Silvers reply, "These photos show part of a vigilante uprising across the whole planet. They and have set up control at Nova-Corp Tower."
"What were CI Agents doing there?" asked Peppy, surprised that he hadn't been informed.
"I am the head of Cornerian Intelligence, and given that there had been a terrorist attack on Kew, I needed to investigate."
"That doesn't explain why I wasn't informed."
"With all respect sir, this attack could have been done by Venom Rebels and waiting for approval doesn't suit me."
"Still...forget it; I need to meet with these vigilantes."
"Sir, are you sure that's wise?"
"An uprising just happened and I want answers. Now, if there isn't anything else..."
"Actually sir, there's one another thing; it's about that mercenary we hired as a flight instructor."
Peppy stared at Silvers with wide eyes.
"Krystal? What about her?"
"She's failed another ten recruits, which makes nearly eighty seven pilots lost."
Peppy sighed and rubbed his eyelids with his index finger and thumb. He had this conversation with other officers before, Krystal had been hired to train more pilots for the military, but the problem was she had very high standards. A majority of her pilots had failed; some for very minor mistakes or struggling perform a difficult manoeuvre. This forced Peppy to put some of her pilots with other instructors.
Peppy knew why she was hard on the recruits, ever since Fox died, she had become cold, distant, and her training methods were far too difficult. However, the few pilots that did pass her training were like highly skilled aces, something which they needed plenty of.
"Sir, something needs to be done with her, she bullies the recruits and her attitude is disgusting!" said Silvers with a growl finishing off his sentence.
"Listen, she knows not to bully recruits. I admit her training methods are a bit unorthodox, but the few that pass are extremely capable. Now I don't want to have this argument again, understood?"
"Yes sir."
-x-x-x-
Fox waited in his uncomfortable hiding spot behind the crates, listen to the sound of the shuttles engines humming. The shuttle had only just taken off and Fox was already bored, though hopefully it wouldn't be too long before he was on the warship.
Suddenly, the shuttle's engines began to quieten, the shuttle shook slightly, and then silence. The shuttle had finally docked with the warship. Fox waited for a few minutes; no doubt someone was on their way towards the cargo hold.
And sure enough, a group of four crew men entered the cargo hold and surrounded the mysterious crate in the centre. Fox was tempted to jump out of his hiding spot and start eviscerating everyone in sight. However, he decided to hold back, as another plan was forming inside his head.
-x-x-x-
Captain Vander sat down in his chair on the bridge; he had received a transmission from the team that Nova had been killed in an attack, no doubt that McCloud had something to do with it. He typed on the keyboard and the hologram of another ape that had black hair with a few grey strands, was much taller and had a bigger build than he did. The ape also wore a white officer's uniform that was decorated with red and gold trim instead of black.
"Admiral," greeted Captain Vander.
"Captain Vander? This had better be important for you to contact me via this line," said the astonished Admiral.
"Oh I can assure you this is, Nova has been killed, no doubt by McCloud."
"I see, and what of his simple minded scum?"
"They're stepping out of line, hard to believe Nova could control them."
"Hmm, then there is only one course of action, we eliminate the Death Bringers and recover our supplies."
"Yes, but it won't be great, they have been useful allies, and now we turn against them," said Vander sarcastically.
"This isn't betrayal, Captain. This is...pest control," replied the Admiral with a sinister grin, Vander grinned in return.
Suddenly, the roar of a distant explosion echoed throughout the ship, Vander leaped from his seat.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" yelled Vander.
"Sir, it came from the hanger," said one of the crewmen.
"It seems you have a stowaway, Captain," interrupted the Admiral, "McCloud no doubt."
"Don't worry," replied Vander as he drew his pistol from his holster, "I have a little something that will sort him out."
-x-x-x-
Fox sliced the head of a trooper, sending blood, bone, flesh, and shattered helmet across the floor. The few remaining troops retreated to the entrance of the hanger. Orange flames had consumed much of the hanger, while parts of the ceiling had collapsed a result of Fox's entrance.
It had started inside the shuttle's cargo hold, long after the crate had been moved, more crew men came to help shift the rest of the cargo. When one moved to the pile right in front of Fox, he kicked the pile forward, burying the crewman. Fox swiftly lashed out at the other crew men before they could flee.
Fox then ripped a large hole in the wall of the cargo hold, making an opening to the hanger of the warship. Fighters and bombers were lined up along the sides of the hanger or suspended in docking bays built into the walls, racks containing missiles and bombs could be seen next to the spacecraft. Crates and cylinders could be seen nearly everywhere across the hanger, troops, technicians and Pilots could be seen everywhere. Everything stopped went Fox appeared.
Before the troops could get a proper aim, Fox leaped across the hanger and landed near a bomber. He grabbed a bomb from the rack, banged it with his fist to arm it, and then threw it at another bomber on the far side of the hanger. The bomb exploded when it made contact, destroying the bomber, its payload and surrounding bombs. The resulting explosion killed the personal nearby, caused part of the ceiling to collapse and set fire to other parts of the hanger.
Fox charged across the hanger, shredding each and every marine that got in the way, taking in their shots as they desperately tried to kill him. More bombs exploded after being caught in the flames, bringing down more of the hanger on top of Fox and several marines.
The few remaining troops slowly walked towards the pile of rubble. Suddenly, the piles shifted as Fox rose from the rumble, his red eyes burned with hatred. The troops open fire and Fox charged at them, his claws ripping into the troops as he forced way through them.
Fox felt his anger control his every movement, as if he was no longer in control of his body. He tackled a trooper and ripped his torso off from his hips. He pulled the arms off another trooper, allowing the blood to spray over his fur and armour. More marines continued to flow into the corridor, as Fox slowly progressed through the ship. He continued his rampage, gutting and dismembering everyone that crossed his path.
-x-x-x-
In the cargo hold of the warship, several squads of marines had formed a defensive position, amongst the crates of rations, weapons, munitions and other supplies, around the crate they had collected from Kew. Normally, this wouldn't be considered an important location to defend, but with their precious cargo, this was an exception.
Everyone held their breath; they could hear the sounds of lasers and the screams of their fallen comrades echoing throughout the ship. The cargo hold was nothing more than a large room filled with stored away equipment; above them at the edges were two catwalks.
Suddenly, a body burst through the door of the cargo hold on one of the cat walks. All of the marines got into position as Fox McCloud appeared.
"Open fire!" order the Lieutenant.
The marines fired a barrage of lasers straight towards Fox. He shielded his face with his arms, before launching himself on top of the nearest marine. The force of Fox's landing crushed the marine, instantly killing him. One by one, the marines fell to the wrath of McCloud; his claws ripped and tore apart each one.
The marines regrouped by the crate they were meant to guard. This was their last stand against McCloud.
Fox slowly walked towards the remaining marines, they fired every shot they had in his direction. Fox forced his way through the bombardment, ignoring the pain of the lasers as they burnt through his armour. With a fierce roar, Fox charged at his victims, his right hand in hook form, he swung it into a marine's eye and swung him into another marine.
One by one the marines fell to Fox's claws or hook, till there was only one left. The last marine remained standing next to the container, looking at Fox through the lenses on its helmet. Foolishly, the marine charged at Fox, swinging his gun like a club. Fox blocked the swing with arm and stabbed idiot in his abdominal.
Fox looked at the mysterious container they were guarding. What was so important inside that it needed protecting? He carefully approached the container, whatever was inside that container, he needed to know.
Suddenly, Fox felt a sharp in his right shoulder; he spun round to see a squad of Ghost Company snipers. Fox growled and readied his claws; the answer would have to be found out latter...when he had killed the crew.
-x-x-x-
On the bridge of the warship, Captain Vander was organising the defences of the bridge and had the crewmen trying to track Fox's movement throughout his ship. The last report he had was that McCloud had killed the squads in the cargo hold. The number of casualties was stacking up; various squads had lost contact and had been found butchered by McCloud.
Suddenly, there was another explosion, the hull ship groaned and the entire bridge was cloaked in darkness. Everyone stopped what they were doing.
"Captain, McCloud has destroyed the main generator," reported one of the crewmen.
"I realised that you retard," angrily stated the Captain, "It seems that he is heading in our direction."
The marines swiftly returned to the corridor of the Bridge to take up battle positions. With the power out, the crew men on the bridge also took up positions for the expected conflict with Fox McCloud.
-x-x-x-
A squad of marines held their position at one of the corridor's sets of doors, hoping to keep Fox at bay. When Fox appeared at the end of the corridor, the squad let loose their firepower at the target. Fox charged down the corridor, through the lasers without fear.
The squad of five slowly backed up as Fox drew closer and closer. He quickly decapitated the nearest trooper, then stabbing the next trooper in the chest. The other three quickly retreated, just as Fox tore out the second troopers lungs through his chest.
Fox disposed of the corpse and lungs in his hands and glared evilly at the retreating Marines. He sprinted after them, driven by a thirst for blood. The marines dashed round the corner and Fox followed.
Suddenly, Fox stumbled backwards as he felt a barrage of large bullets ripping through his armour and into his flesh. He shielded his face with his arms and yelled from the pain. Looking through the crack between his arms, he could see a large mounted machine gun at the end of the corridor, with Ghost Company Marines on both sides, aiming at him.
Fox growled angrily, taking in the pain of the bullets, he slowly forced his way down the line of fire. The marines checked their aim and opened fire against the struggling Fox. The lasers were enough to temporary stop Fox in his tracks. Gritting his teeth, Fox pushed on faster than before until he was within arm's length of the machine gun. He reached out to grab the machine gun; he pulled it from its frame and from the gunner's hands.
With the machine gun in his hands, Fox aimed it with his shredded arms, and let loose hell. The marines were ripped apart as they fell back down the corridor, their internal organs and blood decorating the corridor. Fox discarded the gun and looked at his ravaged arms. They had much of their flesh ripped away, some of it was hanging off his exposed bones and blood was squirting out heavily.
The pain on his arms intensified as his flesh began to reattach itself and new flesh grew. New pale skin grew over his arms as his muscles finished healing, finally finishing with orange fur over his arms.
Now healed, he walked down the corridor, until a little sign on one door caught his eye, The Captain's Quarters. Using his claws, Fox forced the sliding doors open, leaving deep cuts in the door. Inside the Captain's quarters, was a lone bed, a desk beside a wardrobe, and a door to a restroom. On the desk were several documents and a computer.
Fox looked over the documents; they were nothing more than progress reports, maintenance reports, etc, all the boring bullshit to him. He checked the computer for anything else that was interesting, something that could help him track down the other Founders, or what was Ghost Company's big plan. Fortunately, the computer wasn't password protected.
"This Captain is an idiot," Fox thought.
Hundreds of folders appeared on the screen, he searched through them until he caught sight of one marked 'Ghost Company'. He pulled the data disk out from his pocket, surprised that it was still intact after all the action, and plugged it in. Soon, the file was downloaded; Fox put the disc away and left the captain's quarters. His final stop on this warship was the bridge.
-x-x-x-
What was left of the entire crew of the warship had retreated to the bridge, where they set up defences along the corridor, there had originally had been two hundred crewmen on board the warship. Now, they had been reduced to no more than thirty or so crewmen. A majority of them were nothing more than technician's with little or no combat experience. Some of the crewmen were able to get the bridges emergency power back online, but only just enough to power communication system and life support.
The captain sighed; most of the crewmen who weren't soldiers didn't have a glue of what they were doing. One of them was holding an emergency axe, while the rest of them were equipped with blaster pistols; they weren't lethal enough to harm their attacker. Fortunately, he was equipped with a unique blaster; created by a fellow Founder for him should he encounter the rogue experiment.
"THERE HE IS!" roared a Marine that was pointing at the end of the corridor, directly at the lone vulpine.
"ALL UNITS ATTACK!" commanded the Captain, the survivors opened fire against Fox.
The vulpine charged straight into the first line of survivors, using his claws to swiftly dispose of them like the weaklings they were. He slowly moved down the corridor, leaving a pile of shredded bodies and blood splattered all over the corridor.
As Fox closed in, the number of survivors continued to drop. He noticed the technician with the axe, and sneered. The technician was nothing more than a skinny beagle that looked like he was easy to snap. The beagle charged straight at Fox, swinging the axe like wild.
Fox sneered at the beagle, as he swung the axe in his direction. Swiftly, Fox grabbed the handle of the axe with his left hand, and kicked the technician in sensitive area. The beagle foolishly let go of the axe and huddled over from the pain, Fox saw his opening and took it, smashing the axe blade into the beagle's skull. The blade ripped half way through the beagles head, resulting in a cracking sound, and causing blood squirted out the sides.
Fox let go of the handle and allowed the corpse to drop, the axe popped out of the technicians skull when it hit the floor. One by one, the last of the survivors continued to be horribly mutilated by the out of control vulpine.
Soon, Fox was holding the last trooper's neck within his right paw. The vulpine tightened his grip until the soldier's life faded away. All that was left was the Captain, alone on the bridge. Throughout the whole skirmish, the Captain never fired a single shot, even though he had his pistol drawn. It didn't bother the vulpine; he was going to die like the rest of his men.
He charged directly at the Captain, his claws twitching to rip him apart. The Captain just stood still, as if he was waiting for death to come for him. When Fox entered the bridge however, he quickly aimed his pistol at Fox and pulled the trigger. A bright green pulse launched from the gun, Fox placed his arms in front to bloke the pathetic shot...or so he thought.
The shot made contact with Fox, disintegrating the much of the flesh on his arms, while sending him flying backwards into the corridor. Although the piles of death bodies broke his fall, Fox yelled out from the pain in his arms, the flesh on the outer half of his lower arms was destroyed, exposing parts of his bones which had been scorched. The pain was so immense; Fox felt his claws return to his normal hands.
Captain Vander slowly walked towards the squirming vulpine, a wide grin plastered on his face. He going to kill their greatest enemy, the one who defeated them and Andross in the Lylat war, the one who viciously killed hundreds of Ghost Company troops, the one responsible for the death of a founder.
He aimed his pistol at the vulpines head, ready to pull the trigger. Suddenly, Fox shot up and tackled him to the ground, knocking the pistol away. Though Fox was heavily wounded, he was going finish off this bastard. Each fist he threw was like a hammer blow to his victim, Vander desperately returned many punches and kicks in a vain attempt to get free from the crazed vulpine. Fox then stood up and hauled the captain into the air by his neck.
Vander feared that Fox was choking him to death. He guessed when the vulpine threw him into the side of the bridge. Fox slowly moved in on the battered ape that was struggling to stand. He fired more punches at his next victim; admittedly, the ape was a much better fighter than the overweight crime lord.
Fox prepared for another punch when the Captain punched him in the muzzle. The vulpine stumbled back slightly and glared at the ape with his twisted red eyes. He could feel the burning pain in his arms grow stronger, most likely being that his arms were constructing new flesh.
The eyes on the ape widened to the size of asteroids, a look of shock and terror decorated his face. Fox guessed that the ape realised that his end had come, and unlike the last time, the vulpine wasn't gonna let this one talk his way out. He pulled both his arms back, and fired his fists into Vander's chest.
But what Fox saw wasn't his fists, in fact, it wasn't even his arms. Below his elbows, he could see the metallic grey twisted flesh, but the rest of his arms, and hands were gone. Instead, in their place, were two long metallic blades, their tips were buried in the Captain's chest. Crimson blood trickled down the blades, and poured from the dead Captain's chest. Fox removed his new weapons from Vander, ignoring the corpse's fall, and studied them. The top of the blades were completely straight, while below they curved from the tip down till they reached his elbow. Questions ran through the shocked and confused vulpines mind, what was happening to him.
He slowly turned around, casting a glace out the observation windows on the bridge, amazed by the beauty of the dark blue orb outside, before walking...A blue orb. Fox ran back to the window, it wasn't an orb he saw, but a planet. One that he knew far too well. Ahead he could see a Dreadnought Heavy Class Cruiser approaching, flanked by two smaller cruisers.
To Fox, these ships were easily recognisable, a Dreadnought Class Cruiser had once served as his home, before it was destroyed. All three ships were used by only one organisation in the whole Lylat. They belonged to Cornerian Military, and the planet ahead was none other than Corneria. A loud beeping system emitted from a terminal. Fox pulled away from the window to investigate; on the terminal he pressed a glowing red button. Suddenly, a voice filled the empty bridge of the ship.
"Unidentified warship, you are trespassing in the Cornerian system. Indentify yourself and you will be escorted out of the system." Came a deep voice from the terminal.
Fox froze, he couldn't reply. Someone might recognise his voice, and then he would be screwed. He must have spent too long thinking about what to do, because the voice returned.
"Unidentified warship, you have failed to reply, and so will be boarded by the Cornerian Military."
"Oh shit," was all Fox could say.
So here's chapter 7, I know it took too long but I've been really busy. Since this is what you want, Fox will be meeting Krystal and the rest in another one, maybe two, chapters. Though let's just say it could be under better circumstances. Anyway say what you think, and I'll get righting.