Starfox: Of Wolves and Foxes
Disclaimer: I do not own Starfox, and portions of this story have been taken from original StarFox plots. I do own this particular version, though.
(Dont worry, i wouldnt dream of writing a direct novelization... i wouldnt waste my time.)
(this is a pg-13 right now... it will be upgraded later, probably to R)
Fox McCloud awoke with a start. This was not unusual, for he never slept through the night. When he did manage to sleep, he had a horrible nightmare. The same one played over and over again in his mind. He could never remember it, but he always awoke in the morning or in the middle of the night, clutching his left shoulder as if in remembered pain. Even after he had awakened, his fingers would trace the scar of their own accord. He had been shot, he remembered that, but he had a feeling that he really did not want to remember the rest. The scar was mere inches to the left of his heart. Every time he saw it, he realized how close to death he had really come. He had a second scar on his right arm, but this one was nothing to him.
His head, on the other hand, always hurt him. The left side of his skull had been surgically replaced, because it had been shattered beyond all use. He did not remember how he had gotten this wound, either. The left side of his skull hurt like a phantom limb. Sometimes he did not feel anything, sometimes the pain was so intense he would be on the ground clutching his head for minutes on end. During these spells, the rest of his team knew better than to come near him. The last person who had tried was Falco, and Fox had leaped on him, biting and clawing. He had been stopped only when Slippy shot him with a laser set to stun. he had left Falco a bloody mess. Of course, it did not help that he was severely hung-over at this point.
He got up out of his bed and staggered out of the door of his quarters. Falco happened to be passing by at that moment. He had apparently gotten over being nearly killed by fox a month or two ago.
"Hey, Fox, we got a message from Pepper. He wants us to do something for him." Fox groaned.
"Probably Andross, man, on all the days we could have gotten a job, it had to be today." Fox cracked his stiff neck. Falco lead him back to the Great Fox's bridge. Hitting a few keys in the computer, slippy re-started the message. General peppers head appeared in the display.
"StarFox team. The fate of the Lylat System may rest in your hands..." Fox was just getting annoyed
"Skip past the "Cornerian Army Needs YOU" speech, if you would, Slip." Slippy hit a few more keys, and the display flickered, then re-started. Pepper spoke.
"Our Planet is about to be attacked by Andross. We need your help. Your flagship and Arwings will be very helpful in this war. We will pay most generously." Fox just turned around and started heading back to his quarters.
"This is pointless, im hungover, let Corneria deal with itself" He muttered. Falco just sighed.
"We need money, ths ship is falling apart, and we havent gotten a job in ages, and if we dont repay some debts, we're gonna lose the ship. sober up, we're going." Fox was not entirely in-charge of his group, but as he owned the ship and the arwings personnally, he had the final say.
"Fine, fine. ROB, set the course to Corneria's main army base." As the ship began to move, he sat at the small table in the bridge where the four of them usually ate, taking a glass and some other things off of a shelf. He cracked an egg into the glass, then added massive amounts of pepper. He then mixed in some of the alchohol he had been drinking the night before. He drank the whole thing down without tasting it.
"How can you drink that stuff?" Peppy asked as he entered the bridge.
"Hey, old man, this is the best hangover remedy there is. An egg, some pepper, and some hair of the dog that bit you. Works like a charm." Peppy only shuddered. ROB made a report. They would reach Corneria's base within minutes. Fox sent out a message to general Pepper. Pepper's face appeared on the display.
"This is Fox. We're gonna help you guys out. You had just better pay us good. We will be arriving at your base in a few minutes, open up some space for a flagship to land. Fox, out."
Ten minutes later, the Great Fox came in for a landing. Fox stepped out first, and was greeted by Pepper himself.
"Nice to see you again, Fox" Fox did not even respond. Instead he looked around.
Corneria base. It looked the same as it used to. He noted the doors to the crew quarters, the armory, the mess hall, and the data rooms. It was alljust like he remembered it. That is not, of course, saying he really wanted to remember it.
"Okay, Pepper, fill me in."
Disclaimer: I do not own Starfox, and portions of this story have been taken from original StarFox plots. I do own this particular version, though.
(Dont worry, i wouldnt dream of writing a direct novelization... i wouldnt waste my time.)
(this is a pg-13 right now... it will be upgraded later, probably to R)
Fox McCloud awoke with a start. This was not unusual, for he never slept through the night. When he did manage to sleep, he had a horrible nightmare. The same one played over and over again in his mind. He could never remember it, but he always awoke in the morning or in the middle of the night, clutching his left shoulder as if in remembered pain. Even after he had awakened, his fingers would trace the scar of their own accord. He had been shot, he remembered that, but he had a feeling that he really did not want to remember the rest. The scar was mere inches to the left of his heart. Every time he saw it, he realized how close to death he had really come. He had a second scar on his right arm, but this one was nothing to him.
His head, on the other hand, always hurt him. The left side of his skull had been surgically replaced, because it had been shattered beyond all use. He did not remember how he had gotten this wound, either. The left side of his skull hurt like a phantom limb. Sometimes he did not feel anything, sometimes the pain was so intense he would be on the ground clutching his head for minutes on end. During these spells, the rest of his team knew better than to come near him. The last person who had tried was Falco, and Fox had leaped on him, biting and clawing. He had been stopped only when Slippy shot him with a laser set to stun. he had left Falco a bloody mess. Of course, it did not help that he was severely hung-over at this point.
He got up out of his bed and staggered out of the door of his quarters. Falco happened to be passing by at that moment. He had apparently gotten over being nearly killed by fox a month or two ago.
"Hey, Fox, we got a message from Pepper. He wants us to do something for him." Fox groaned.
"Probably Andross, man, on all the days we could have gotten a job, it had to be today." Fox cracked his stiff neck. Falco lead him back to the Great Fox's bridge. Hitting a few keys in the computer, slippy re-started the message. General peppers head appeared in the display.
"StarFox team. The fate of the Lylat System may rest in your hands..." Fox was just getting annoyed
"Skip past the "Cornerian Army Needs YOU" speech, if you would, Slip." Slippy hit a few more keys, and the display flickered, then re-started. Pepper spoke.
"Our Planet is about to be attacked by Andross. We need your help. Your flagship and Arwings will be very helpful in this war. We will pay most generously." Fox just turned around and started heading back to his quarters.
"This is pointless, im hungover, let Corneria deal with itself" He muttered. Falco just sighed.
"We need money, ths ship is falling apart, and we havent gotten a job in ages, and if we dont repay some debts, we're gonna lose the ship. sober up, we're going." Fox was not entirely in-charge of his group, but as he owned the ship and the arwings personnally, he had the final say.
"Fine, fine. ROB, set the course to Corneria's main army base." As the ship began to move, he sat at the small table in the bridge where the four of them usually ate, taking a glass and some other things off of a shelf. He cracked an egg into the glass, then added massive amounts of pepper. He then mixed in some of the alchohol he had been drinking the night before. He drank the whole thing down without tasting it.
"How can you drink that stuff?" Peppy asked as he entered the bridge.
"Hey, old man, this is the best hangover remedy there is. An egg, some pepper, and some hair of the dog that bit you. Works like a charm." Peppy only shuddered. ROB made a report. They would reach Corneria's base within minutes. Fox sent out a message to general Pepper. Pepper's face appeared on the display.
"This is Fox. We're gonna help you guys out. You had just better pay us good. We will be arriving at your base in a few minutes, open up some space for a flagship to land. Fox, out."
Ten minutes later, the Great Fox came in for a landing. Fox stepped out first, and was greeted by Pepper himself.
"Nice to see you again, Fox" Fox did not even respond. Instead he looked around.
Corneria base. It looked the same as it used to. He noted the doors to the crew quarters, the armory, the mess hall, and the data rooms. It was alljust like he remembered it. That is not, of course, saying he really wanted to remember it.
"Okay, Pepper, fill me in."