Author's Notes: From here on out I won't be putting the copyrights stuff because I put it in on the first chapter, I shouldn't have to put it on every chapter.
Star Fox: The Company of Strays
Chapter 5
Unrest, Definition - A sociological phenomenon, for instance: Industrial unrest, Labour unrest, Rebellion, Riot.
The early morning breeze whipped across the yard as Marcus sat on the porch, brushing his cheek with its cool, dewy fingers. He hadn't been able to sleep all that night, and he sleepily sat on the cushioned swinging chair, playing with his toy fighter, and watching the sun rise oh so slowly. Over the fence, the city seemed so distant, the sun crawling its way over the horizon, just between each of the infinitely tall buildings, and it enthralled the child, and set his sleepy mind to dreams of flying an Arwing above the tops of those buildings which surpassed even the clouds themselves. In his half asleep state, the child failed to notice the figure silently gliding across the grass, a raven cloak fluttering ever so slightly as the breeze continued. Within a couple moments, the figure had found its way to the child's side, looming over him grandly, its height would be imposing even to a fully grown adult. "Good morning, Marcus." It said quietly, its voice almost like a whisper in the wind.
At the same time, that wind touched upon the cheek of another, though one far less innocent and kind. One who's cyclopean stare was firmly fixed out the window, on the ground far below, on the mob of hundreds who banged angrily on the gates of the Cornerian military complex. From the watch towers on either side, the armoured soldiers looked down on them as well, warily training their rifles on the crowd. Each held a sign or something of the like, which read 'Stop the murder! Leave Titania to Titanians!', and the like. The 'Good Lieutenant' stared down at them with gritted teeth, a dour look on his face, and his fists tightened at his sides. How he hated those people, Oh how his anger towards them seethed in his gut, almost making him ill. However, despite his lack of depth perception, Lieutenant Kreesh kept the eagle eye that had earned him his rank, and the authority that came with it.
In the writhing mass of citizens far below him, he saw something. The glint of steel.
One of them had a pistol. Or at least, that would provide a convenient excuse.
Laughing softly, a cruel grin quickly spread across the cruel visage of Kreesh's face, his previous look of disgust and hatred dissipating instantaneously. Bringing his hand to his ear, the Jackal pressed into his comm-piece, and spoke in his rasping, growling manner, the kind of voice that could only come from a history of drinking and heavy smoking. "Sergeant. They're armed." Down on the tower, one of the soldiers looked up to the window, obviously the sergeant Kreesh had just addressed. "Orders sir?", came the inevitable reply after a few moments of staring. "Open fire. Any and all casualties are acceptable." As the sergeant began to relay the orders to those under his jurisdiction, which seemed to be all those posted on and around the towers, the soldiers quickly turned their rifles upon the crowd. "Open fire." Kreesh muttered into the earpiece, sounding almost cheerful. All that was heard that morning, were the sounds of gunshots, and the deafening screams of innocents.
At the Cornerian star-port, however, things continued on schedule, riot or no. As the cargo ships were loaded up, one of the engineers approached one of the soldiers watching over the operation. "Pardon me, sir. But I'd like to bring something up." Turning to face him, the soldier raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Uhm... Sure. But nothing too long. The ships are taking off in a couple minutes..." With a simple nod, the engineer brought up his data pad, and motioned to the weight of cargo ship 'CNF-932'. "Well sir... The thing is the weight. It's about five hundred pounds off from what we were told to expect from General Peppy." Glaring at the pad for a moment, the soldier laughed and patted the engineer's shoulder. "Trust me, kid. It's not a problem. Knowing the Lieutenant, he got some 'heavier artillery' for the boys back on Titania. Just ignore it." Taking this as a decent enough answer, the engineer ran off, and began the start up sequence for the ships. Only a couple minutes later, they were en route to Titania.
As the sun finally began to get higher in the sky, and the clocks began to indicate that noon wasn't far off, Peppy sat in his office, having just had a stern talking to Kreesh about his opening firing on civilians. A moment later however, as the old Hare was catching his breath, Fox and Krystal barged in, a crumpled piece of paper clutched in Fox's hand. Placing it on the desk, he spread it out, and pointed to it. It was a picture of Marcus, smiling with his toy fighter in hand, the word 'Titania' messily scrawled across it. "We're going to get our son back." Krystal growled.
Author's Notes: Hey everyone! I know I haven't updated in I think almost a year and a half now, but I blame this chapter...it didn't have any of my OC's so plus it's more of a filler so I'm just glad it's done and I can now get on with the story. Once again, the next chapter will be posted when it's done.
Also, I know I didn't put the location or time in...I just want to see if anyone likes it better this way. don't forget to leave a review after reading. XD