Chapter 8

The next bold is the only Point of View in the chapter. (Obviously,) The unbolded after that, is not any point of view.

It was before the current war. Marcus was lying on an operating table.

"Marcus, you don't have to do this if you don't want to." said Krystal, sitting beside him in a chair.

"Mom, I have to." said Marcus. "The galaxy depends on me. If I want to become a soldier, and I do, this has to happen. Plus, dad's had it done. I can deal with the pain for a little bit."

"Okay, hun." said Krystal and grabbed Marcus's paw. "But it's not too late to turn back."

Marcus squeezed Krystal's paw, but not to the point of pain.

"R.O.B. 64..." said Marcus. "Commence amputation process."

R.O.B. 64 then began cutting off Marcus's legs.

As he began to scream, it faded out to white and from white emerged Marcus and Emery standing side by side on a Juggernaut in the air while Krystal had one of the turrets, having no enemies to aim at for the moment.

Marcus's P.O.V.

I believe the strongest battles emerge from when you've experienced pain and fright before. That night on the operating table gave me enough pain for a war. This war. And the mere thought of losing my mother to Majella scared me half to death. It is how I got all my strength. Well... most of it. I got more strength meeting Emery. I couldn't lose her. I'd be forever heartbroken. I'd blame myself.

"Alright guys, switch all Juggernauts to galaxy mode." said Skippy.

So, everyone closed the sides.

As they reached outer space, they noticed the Star Fox 2 space station was on fire.

"Oh, shit!" said Leon.

"Was there anyone on board?" asked Fox.

"No, sir." said Wolf. "We've lost many R.O.B. 65s though."

"SHIIIIT!" shouted Fox. "Yeah, and the damn 66s are corrupt! Where can we salvage a damn 62, 63 or 64!?"

"I know a place, but we'll worry about that later." said Skippy.

"We'll go to my space station." said Wolf.

As soon as they all opened the doors to the Juggernauts, they saw many R.O.B. 66s.

"Oh... shit..." said Marcus.

"DROP... WEAPONS... PAWS... UP..."

"Don't listen." Marcus whispered. "After my lead."

Marcus jumped on the head of a R.O.B. 66 and began destroying them below his feet with his mother's staff as the others blew them to bits with grenades and lasers.

They then looked around to see the junk pile.

"Take that, bitches!" shouted Fox.

"Let's go, gang." said Marcus. "I don't think it's over."

So, they then advanced on to another place in the ship.