DM908: Well, it's up! The SECOND CHAPTER!!! WOOOOOOOOO!
Marcus: (Oo) The second chapter's not that important.
DM908: Well, to me it is. Now get there into the story! And please do the disclaimer for me.
Marcus: (Sigh) Now, Star Fox…
Falco and Slippy: Ah-ha! We found you! Now time to payyyyyy!
DM908: Umm, can I say something first?
Falco and Slippy: Fine.
DM908: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (Runs around screaming like a little girl)
Falco and Slippy: CHARGE! (Runs after DM908)
Marcus: (Sweat drop) Now, Star Fox belongs to Nintendo only, not dragonmilk908.
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Chapter Two: The Great Fox
Waiting for the Great Fox to land, Marcus turned to Slippy and asked, "Are you sure those squadrons looked like apariod-infected machines? I mean, how can you be sure of something if you can't see it that well?"
The green toad sighed. "Didn't I answer this at the conference?" Marcus shook his blue furry head. "Well, since the radar is basically SONAR waves detecting moving objects and with the help of the main computer, displaying them with symbols, so all I had to do was take the memory chip out and find the data from that day. When I put the data into the decoder and retrieve the information that hasn't been altered by the main computer, I traced the shape and saw the outline looked surprisingly similar to an..."
"It's here! Finally, the Great Fox is here!" Marcus pointed to the sky.
Indeed the Great Fox was here. Its red paint job reflected Solar like the light from a diamond and the steel glinted like stars in the night sky. Well, probably a long time ago, though. It has been so long since there was a successful mission that the Great Fox was is great disrepair. The engine gave off smoke, the wings were ready to fall off, and the missile and missile launcher were starting to get a bad case of oxygenation rusting. For the paint, it was peeling almost everywhere and some patches of it were fading.
Marcus whistled loudly. "We really need to get some credits; the Great Fox got really battered since we left it!"
Falco came to the launch pad. "Which was about three months ago, although you're right; it looks like it look a dip through Aquas and got stuck in Meteo on Meteor Shower Day."
"Funny, that's pretty much what happened, Falco." Everyone turned his or her heads to see Katt Monare walking out of the docking bay.
The pink cat brushed some of her bangs aside. "We had to go to Aquas to pick up Slippy's 49 kids, and then we ran into trouble on Solar because it looked like a certain robot forgot to activate the heat shield…"
"We even have a heat shield?" Marcus interrupted.
"…Anyway," Katt continued, ignoring Marcus, "After making it back into orbit, we visited Bill, which took awhile because the security guards mistook us for Andrew's troops.
"When we finally got to Bill and went to Meteo, we had one hell of a time getting out of there in one piece! You know why?" The group shook their heads. "It's because one of the idiots you call guards hit us with a magnetizing ray, and the section of Meteo we traveled through just had to have lots of metal asteroids! But we managed to get through and here we are!"
Marcus had to ask after Katt finished her summary of what happened, "Okay, but then where are Slippy's 49 kids and Bill?"
"Right here, Marcus!"
Marcus turned around to see a stampede of green frogs running off the mother ship and Bill Grey.
"Marcus, it's been awhile since we saw each other, eh?" Bill said, ruffling his head a little. "You look like your pop. Say, where is he?"
All eyes that heard this went down. When he found his voice, Marcus said barely over a whisper, "He's been captured, Bill. On Venom. Possibly dead."
Bill made a motion that looked a lot like a rabbit being struck by lightning and a heart attack at the same time. "What?" His fur went pale. "T-that can't be…Fox would have never…"
Marcus got closer. "Even worse, we think he might have been captured by the apariods"
Bill practically fainted. "No, not them…Angler's troops are better than them…oh god." ROB brought a chair that the gray rabbit collapsed into.
ROB sighed the best he could in his monotone voice. "We really need some credits. The Great Fox is at 'fallen apart' and the damage percent is 99.9 repeating percent"
"Who cares?" Marcus asked, running up the docking bridge. "As long as the damage report isn't 'Dead' and the damage percent isn't 250, it's in sorta good shape to me!"
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When the Great Fox was in orbit, Marcus decided to explore the ship the ship, him being on only a few times.
(DM908: Beware! The following paragraphs are incredibly boring because it just describes the Great Fox's interior…unless you want to know the Great Fox inch by inch, skip this part. I'll tell you when the description is over. Falco and Slippy: YAAAAAAAAAHHHH! DM908: Bye!)
There were two sides to the Great Fox: the East Side and the West side. On the West Side were all of the member's rooms and a few guest rooms for guests.
In the south part of the West Side was the multi-purpose training/entertainment room. When in entertainment mode, it was a wall-to-wall plasma screen TV with a semi-circle couch in the middle that could rotate. In training mode, it became a room capable of holographic enemies, machines, temperature control, night and day scenario, planet-based geographic terrain, earthquake control feature, and many more. All of this was conveniently accessible from the control room. This room was used everyday to keep the team in shape.
On the East Side of the Great Fox were the Mess Hall, kitchen, and the mechanic room.
The Mess Hall was where the team ate, and the kitchen and the Mess Hall were separate for easy access to the engine room, located in the very rear of the ship. In the Mess Hall, there were tables, garage cans, and a food dispenser that could make any kind of food you wanted. Just type in the name and presto, you had your food!
The kitchen was emptier than a graveyard. The only time it was used when they needed to refill the supplies in the food dispenser or the power went out. Other than that, the inhabitants of the Great Fox stayed away from the kitchen every since Slippy claimed to see a ten-foot rat in there, eating some flour and dough.
The mechanic room was a little more interesting. It was so messy; you couldn't find a wrench, even if it was right at your feet. Once, a mechanic went in there to get a heat saw and came out with a cart filled to the brim with cogs, titanium metal scraps, plasma engines, laser cannons, batteries, (ROB looked longingly at them when the mechanic passed by) a heat saw, bolts, and more.
At the very front of the Great Fox were the cockpit and the weapon chamber. The cockpit had a short ledge with some staircases leading to it. On the lower elevation there were five seats facing a control board. On the wall above positioned so people on the lower and upper elevations could see it was the monitor/lookout/holographic projector/ship status reader/etc. Sadly though, this was also malfunctioning. It was rusting in the corners and it would sometimes switch to completely random location. (Like Star Wolf's shower. While Wolf was taking a shower.)
The weapon chamber held all of the team's weapons and gear. Also, it contained the Great Fox's missiles, which were made out of orange oxy-metal. (Researchers found that when compressed to a very high amount, oxygen because a nearly indestructible material and could detonate on contact with carbon monoxide.) Yet, even oxy-metal couldn't help but rusting a bit around the edges. There was a stairway for easy access to the docking bay in the weapon chamber.
At the very back was the engine room. There were built-in radars and engine statuses monitors on the walls and the engines ran off of garbage and other waste products. There were fish bones, banana peels, honey, remainders of cooked rabbits, (the team could never convince Peppy to eat a rabbit; the ancient hare kept on saying, "Why would I eat my own kind?") and other things. Of course, the constant 'Warning!' sound of the monitors got annoying too.
(DM908: (Huff puff) Now the description is over. Have a nice rest of the story…oh no! (Runs away again from Falco and Slippy who are still chasing him/her))
Marcus finished walking around the Great Fox. He didn't feel like talking to anybody at the moment. He could think of only one thing to do.
Walking down the stairs to the docking bay, Marcus sat in front of the first launching pad, which was empty, the blue fox sighed, thinking about his dad…
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DM908: MARCUS! Can you give me a hand please?
Marcus: For what?
DM908: (Points a thumb towards Slippy and Falco, who were still chasing him) That.
Marcus: Fine. (Walks towards Falco and Slippy) Guys, can you stop it?
Falco and Slippy: Why?
Marcus: Because you've been running for the entire chapter!
Falco and Marcus: Fine. (Collapses on the floor)
DM908: Thanks Marcus. I owe you one.
Marcus: How about including Dad in the next chapter?
DM908: So you have wished it, so shall it be.
Marcus: And why is this a tragedy?
DM908: Let's just say there are more deaths than you think. (Wink wink)
Marcus: Like…
DM908: Shhhh! Now's it's time to go!
Marcus: Awwwwww…