Two Old Foes Chapter 6: The Secret Weapon, a star fox fanfic

DM908: Ahh! Ahh! Oh my god! Oh my god!

Marcus: What's so OMG? And why did you say it twice? Don't you usually say it only once?

DM908: Actually, I said it twice because there's two reasons I'm screaming. Reason one is that's it's the chapter we've all been waiting for, and the second…

Marcus: I'm listening.

DM908: I've realized that I've haven't been doing the disclaimer lately! I've been so busy talking here that I've been neglecting my duty here! (Sob sob)

TF: So? I do that all of the time.

DM908: Yeah, but you're not the author of a fanfiction! (Sob sob again)

Marcus: (Looks at TF) Oh, and isn't this the chapter we figure out what you really are?

TF: Yes, and it's also the time when…

DM908: (Suddenly revives and gags TF) Shush! No spoilers! Ever!

TF: Mfff! Mm mmff mmfff!

DM908: (Looks at muffler decoder) You want to be kicked?

TF: Mmmmffffff!

DM908: Oh: you want to be kicked in the shin. Okay. (Kicks TF in the shin)

TF: MMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!

DM908: Oh, you said you got it! Why didn't you just say so?

TF: (Sweat drop)

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Chapter 6: The Secret Weapon

It was quiet in Venom. Nothing in the landscape moved; not even the creatures that lived there. The moon hung as an eerie sight above the barren land, seeming to be a eye that gazed onto the world, hoping one thing shall move. It was complete silence all over Venom with neither beings nor any other life there moving.

The door to the abandoned castle opened with a creak, disrupting the silence. The commander walked in, looking nervous. Going over to the egg, he stopped in front of it. "Master, it has been a week. It is time."

"I was already preparing," the figure said. Opening its eyes for the first time since the battle. This time the figure was bigger, nearly filling up the mass of the entire egg. "Stand back, commander; you might get hurt." The commander did as told, running back to the farthest corner of the room.

He watched with increasing anxiety as the figure moved a bit, and then one hand pulled back and punched through the shell like it was nothing but paper. The other hand soon followed with the same effort.

With gel oozing out of the sides, the two gray hands with blue spikes on the knuckles and back of his hand pulled the main body out of the egg. The body had a broad chest and lean stomach, although he seemed well fed. His neck attached the head to the body, which resembled a wolf's except that it had three spikes connected to each other by a thin layer of toughed cartilage on either side of his head. He smiled, and rows of countless dagger-sharp teeth were shown, gleaming white in the dim light.

Running down from his head was a column of hardened scales forming smooth and nearly impenetrable underbelly armor than reached from his neck to the tip of his tail, which had a massive arrowhead on its tip. His legs were canine-like and the feet resembled that of a dinosaur's. Wings also extended from the body, large enough to carry a train across the ocean yet thin enough that you could see through the membrane. The entire body was covered in pure muscle and calluses were visible almost everywhere.

The commander gasped. "H-how did you do this?"

The creature smiled and pulled himself out of the egg. As the gel started to dry, he said, "I happened to pick this up at Sauria, I'll just say. Also, you may now call me Py-Kal Vah. It'll sound more business-like in the future."

The commander nodded his agreement, and then launched a question. "Agreed sir, but how do we get to Corneria in two minutes? Our teleport generators are broken; all we have are three members of the Elite Force; and the Star Fox team has already arrived in Corneria.

Py-Kal Vah walked towards a door in the south. "Don't worry; I have it all figured out. This body is much more powerful than you think, commander. Now bring me over to the launch spot."

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The commander led Py-Kal Vah over to an open patch of land in the Venomian Desert. "We were going to set up our teleport generators here, but…"

Py-Kal Vah pushed the commander out of the way before he could finish. Standing in direct light of the rising Solar, he breathed in and let out a blinding red flash of light. When the commander could open his eyes again, he gasped when he saw a portal floating in the air, created by his master.

"Sir how did you…"

"Do it?" Py-Kal Vah laughed. "When you have this much power at your disposal, it's impossible not to be able to do anything and everything." Then he put a hand to his forehead, as if to rid himself of a headache.

"Master, are you okay?" the commander asked, stepping up in case he had a sudden disease.

Py-Kal Vah's head suddenly snapped up to glare at the commander with such intensity it could turn rock into lava. "I'm fine commander. It just seems that this mind is stronger than I suspected. In one and a half years though, it will be completely under my control." Then he craned his neck so his face met with the commander's. "Unless you think me wrong, commander," he said is a voice so cold it could cool plasma into rock.

The unlucky being shuddered and stepped back while saying, "No sir, I do not meet you wrong. Now, shall we get into the portal?"

Straightening his back to his full height, Py-Kal Vah faced the portal. "Call the others. This battle is sure as ours."

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Marcus was sitting around the multi-purpose training/entertainment room rather bored. Sure, having cool new powers were cool, but after a while without anything to do, it got very dull around the ship. What's the point of having powers if you can't even use them? Marcus thought, sighing. I can't really master them in this confined space, and I don't even know how to access them whenever I want to! Things get confusing when you're a Cerinian that has a very destructive power that is found in one in a million males.

Then the loudspeaker came on and ROB's monotone voice sounded throughout the Great Fox. "All passengers, report to the docking bay. We will be landing on Corneria in one hour. Repeat, all passengers, report to the docking bay. We will be landing on Corneria in one hour. Thank you and have a nice day."

"YESS!!!!! WE ARE FINALLY HOME!" Marcus shouted out, springing from his seat and dashing to the docking bay. "WE'RE FINALLY GETTING OF THIS ACURSED SHIP!"

Running so fast he missed the weapon chamber, he was about to turn around when he saw a glimpse of Corneria through the cockpit's window, and what he saw astounded him.

Now running over to the cockpit's PDA system, he screamed into the phone, "EVERYONE! REPORT TO THE COCKPIT THIS INSTANT! REPEAT, EVERYONE, REPORT TO THE COCKPIT THIS INSTANT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL AND THIS IS VERY SERIOUS! DON'T COME AT YOUR OWN RISK!" The annoucement was so loud he could hear himself while screaming into the PDA system over his own voice.

People over at the docking bay entrance were startled by the sudden and very eardrum-busting command. Reconizing the voice, they all flocked down to the cockpit wondering what was going on.

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With everyone in the cockpit (which wasn't too many people), Marcus started to talk. "Everyone, I know that's it's been a long trip and everyone wants to go home as much as I do…"

"Ah, get on with it already!" a rude person from the audience shouted. "We don't need a lecture, we need reasons!"

Marcus glared at the person who spoke, who shut up after seeing Marcus's intense glare. "Well, if you're so anxious for me to 'get on with it', look outside the window!" Everyone did, and what he or she saw gave him or her all the same, surprised reaction.

"The...the planet's under attack!" Falco gasped, looking at Corneria like it was turned into a mutant circle with two thousand eyes. "There's a battle going on!"

"Took you a while," Marcus stated quite bluntly. "It's hard to believe we forgot that we went to Corneria because it had the highest damage report. This is most likely because most of the enemy's force is located near there. It is where most of our weaponry comes from, anyway."

One of the few remaining commanders spoke up. "We got the idea. What should we do, Marcus?"

The blue fox looked over his shoulder. "I'll tell what we'll do: we're going to go to our battle positions and fight for Corneria and the Lylat System!"

A loud cheer rose among the crowd, especially from the soldiers. Marcus smirked. Seems like I got them all motivated. That's good… Looking out the window, he continued his thought. Based on my feelings today, the head honcho is coming out for this fight…

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Marcus flew around in the Arwing, chasing some squadrons that were harassing a supply ship. Pulling the trigger, he did a boost a shot a short-range plasma laser at them, destroying them instantly. Flying around to see if anyone needed backup, he spotted two enemy battleships headed towards the commanders' ship. Speaking into his communicator, Marcus said, "Marcus here! Backup needed in Sector A-24. Taking down two enemy battleships. Over and out." A group of twenty Cornerian fighters clustered around him after two seconds.

"Everyone into battle formation V! Take down those ship's engines!" The fighters did as told and blasted their way to the engine and dealing some heavy blows, took the two ships down.

Everything's doing okay…Marcus thought when he spotted a red portal forming near the center of the battlefield. Finally: he's here! Speeding over to the portal and going solo, he hit the brakes and got ready for the encounter.

Five squadrons flew out of the portal, going faster than the other ones, even the generals. Marcus could barely tell them for blurs as they wet by. Woah! What were those? Then he saw each of them, except for one, fly over to a battleship and dismantle it within a few seconds. Then, like a case of HIV, moved on to the next one.

Suddenly, his Arwing shook. Looking on his radar he saw the last squadron was hammering at his Arwing. Boosting off to a rubble-filed area, Marcus severely hoped that it would get lost within the junkyard. That of course, didn't happen so the squadron continued to fire away and Marcus's Arwing was losing health rapidly.

Now braking, he let the squadron go ahead and then hit its engine with a cluster bomb. Massive damage was dealt, and since one of the junk items was a very flammable object, even more damage was given.

When the dust cleared, the squadron had disappeared; obviously seeking somewhere it could rest for a while and recover its lost hit points. That isn't such a bad idea, he thought, flying over where the Great Fox was. I'll stop at the Great Fox to get repairs and recover from the battle.

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The red portal was still open and Py-Kal Vah flew out. Looking around, he saw that his squadrons were being destroyed one by one. I'm not going to let them win this battle, he thought, flying over to where a couple of battleships were. Charging up a giant ball of energy, he threw it at the group. There was a great big flash of red light and all of the ships there and in the surrounding area disintegrated. Looking around, he saw Marcus's Arwing going over to the Great Fox. Perfect, Py-Kal Vah thought, flying over there. This will be perfect.

Breaking through the cockpit's windows, he made a dramatic entrance. The people currently at the cockpit at that time tried to call for help, but Py-Kal Vah grabbed hold of their necks and threw them at the walls so hard that the force injured their spines. They'll make good recruits for my army…if they survive that long. Walking down the hall to the docking bay, his footsteps were loud and hallow.

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Marcus got out of his Arwing's cockpit and was surprised by his teammates' appearances. "What are you guys doing here?"

Falco uncrossed his legs from their position. "The same reason you are: taking a break and getting our Arwings repaired." Pointing a thumb at the other ships, he indicated that the other Arwings were just as bad condition as his was.

"Then who's working on them?"

"Over here, Marcus!" Marcus hadn't noticed the two feet poking from under Krystal's Arwing. "You know, when someone doesn't notice me working busily over here, it's really an insult."

"Sorry. You were working so quietly I didn't realize you were there…."

Then the door was slam inward. Everyone froze as the door with a huge dent in the middle went flying over where Slippy was. Then Py-Kal Vah entered the room.

Marcus's eyes grew wide. That's…that's the creature from my second vision! He must be the leader!

Scanning the room, the dragon walked over to the group. "Did I scare you?" Everyone nodded. "Good. Now, let me introduce myself. I'm Py-Kal Vah, leader of the forces you saw so many times."

Marcus's eyes grew even wider. Those words…I feel like I've heard them before…but where?

The leader saw the blue fox's wide eyes and leaned over. "Marcus is it? You have physic powers, don't you?" Looking over to Krystal, he added, "So does this lady, am I correct?"

Too stunned to move, Marcus could only speak. "H-how did you know?"

Whipping his hand around Marcus's neck, Py-Kal Vah held him up like a fish from the water. "You need not know. Tell me, what do you se when you look into my eyes?"

Staring into them, Marcus hazily answered, "Black emptiness…dark halls…shadow pit…endless hole…" His eyes seem to drift off into the distance.

Krystal suddenly saw what the leader was doing and tried to stop him. "Stop that right now!"

Py-Kal Vah caught her head and threw aside without looking. "Try to stop me. Pretty soon he won't be able to come back from the point of no return…"

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Marcus was feeling like he should stop, but it was impossible…Py-Kal Vah eyes were so deep and so empty…he was about to faint when a voice suddenly reached him. "Marcus, snap out of it!"

Looking around, he saw that a voice had come out of nowhere. "Who said that?" There was no reply.

Then Marcus suddenly realized where he was and what was he doing. What the heck…I must have been transfixed! I still might be able to get back into my body if I can just focus…

Krystal was almost at tears. "Marcusssssss!"

Py-Kal Vah smirked. "He can't hear you. He's beyond hope now."

"Is that so?"

Everyone gasped when Marcus's head suddenly lifted up with a smirk. "Marcus!"

"Do you think I would go down that easily?" Marcus said, slipping through Py-Kal Vah's grip.

"Actually, yes. And you will!" the leader shouted, lunging at Marcus and knocking him down to the floor. All of a sudden, the general shot a bolt of electricity and Marcus screamed.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, and then fainted.

Falco was the first to rush to Marcus. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?"

Py-Kal Vah stood up. "Nothing. All I did was alter his DNA so in exactly one and a half years, his cells will automatically die and with no chance for survival. Unless, of course, you manage to defeat me before that time."

Falco still screamed at him, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?"

Turning around, the leader said, "You can stop this from happening, but you must save every planet and destroy me before one and a half years are up, he will be safe and I will be defeated."

Running down the hallway and breaking through another window, he flew into the night.

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DM908: So? What do you think?

Marcus: 0.0

DM908: You're terrified, aren't you?

Marcus: I'M GOING TO DIE IN ONE AND A HALF YEARS? WHAT THE HECK IS THAT ALL ABOUT!?

DM908: Well, there has to be some twist to it.

TF: So? What about me?

DM908: From now on, you'll be know as P-KV, okay?

P-KV: Fine…

DM908: Things are going to heat up in this story until things come to a boil…yes sire it will. (Evil cackle)

Marcus: What was that all about?

DM908: I'm practicing my "Evil Person" impression. Like it?

Marcus: Very evil.

P-KV: So, what was that voice? Even though I'm the character doesn't mean I know everything.

DM908: That's why I'm keeping it a secret.  Oh, and sorry for the long delay! Seems like I'm hooked on the Internet…

Marcus and Falco and Slippy and Krystal and P-KV: Who isn't?

DM908: Good point. Oh well. See you guys later?