Starfox: Of Wolves and Foxes
Chapter 3: the battle of Corneria City
Disclaimer: I really dont own Starfox, as I have said twice all ready.
Yes, I know, short chapters.
This war had been going on for six long years. In the beginning, Andross could never have gained forcess of that magnitude, everyone wondered just how he had gotten that many soldiers together. He was preparing a final offensive. All bets were off, to coin a cliche. The war had begun when Fox was still in the military academy and his father was still... Fox stopped thinking.
Pepper then lead the four of them directly into the mess hall, where the rest of this unit of the Cornerian army was eating at the moment. He called for silence, a call which went unanswered except by the random chatter that continued unempeaded.
"BE QUIET" he yelled on about the third or fourth try. The room actually fell silent. "I would like to introduce you to some people. This is the Star Fox mercenary unit. They will be aiding us from here on in."
"Were these the guys you thought would turn the tide?" Someone said sarcastically
"Yes, they are. On the left is Slippy, who will no doubt be giving our engineering team a visit, next is Peppy Hare, im sure a few of you remmber him" Silence. "Falco Lombardi, and... Fox Mc'Cloud." The random chatter started again with a fevered pitch. Fox got the feeling that at least a few of ther conversations were about him, or more likely, his father.
Fox wasn't sure if it was the heat, or the noise, or if he was just stressed. His vision began to blur. This was followed by a weakening in the limbs. He knew what was about to happen and braced himself against the pain he would soon feel. It didn't help. He fell to his knees as his head simply exploded with pain. His vision was filled with a blinding white light. The world seemed to dissolve, leaving him with nothing but the light and the pain.
The pain was so intense that it would not be confined to his head, it spread across the rest of his body. Then, as quickly as it had come on, it was gone again, nothing but a memory. Fox stood back up and realized that everything had gone silent. The soldiers in the mess hall were silent, staring at him. With a quick mumble of some lame excuse, he excused himself. He stood outside of the mess hall's door. General Pepper solemly followed. As they stood outside, Fox saw with some satisfaction that Peppy, Falco, and Slippy had dug in, grabbing as much food as they could get their hands on. Fox looked over at Pepper
"More than five years of this shit. My head does that, on and off, sometimes it doesnt do it for weeks on end, but that only means that a really big spell is on its way." Fox began to walk away. Pepper spoke to his retreating form.
"Your quarters are number b-135... and Fox..." Fox stopped walking "He is with Andross. You know who im talking about" This was replied to by a gruff 'yeah'. "I didnt want to tell you with the others around, figured you might not want... nevermind." Fox continued to walk.
There was only one time when Fox did not dream: The day before a battle. He only really slept when he knew his life would be in danger tomorrow. He awoke about two hours before he was supposed to report for duty. He always did.
Sitting in his bed, eyes closed, lights off, he basked in the silence. He focused himself on nothing but his training. Every tiny adjustment he could make to a flight path, the best way to shake enemy units. The points on a fighter where a hit would cause it to explode. He spent an entire hour like this, then slowly opened his eyes. He got ready quickly, showering off and getting dressed in his usual uniform. it was green with a white overcoat. He put on his flight helmet, then quickly left the room. He quickly made for the meeting place in the hangar. The rest of the StarFox team were waiting all ready. Fox pulled a glove down his left hand.
"Lets do this. We are going to wait in the Great Fox in low orbit. When they attack, and not before, we launch the arwings, we are to destroy any units we see. Understood?" The rest of the team answered in the affirmative. Fox looked up at the Great Fox. "ROB, prepare for launch." The four of them entered the ship and headed straight for the hanger. They got into the cockpits of their fighters and waited. Fox went over the radio
"ROB, sorry, but you dont get to join in this one, we will be in a city, the Great Fox's main gun would be a bit too destructive." After ROB answered, fox looked on his arwings display. "Ok, here they come, just like we thought. They are headed straight for Corneria City. Launch at will!."
The four arwings launched from the Great Fox and quickly flew down through the atmosphere. Fox was ecstatic. He was in his element again.
"All aircraft check in."
"Falco here, I'm fine"
"This is Peppy, systems green"
"Slippy here, all systems go."
With a laugh, the four of them kicked the engines to full speed. It had been months since they last got a combat mission. They caught up with the first squadron of Venomian fighters almost instantly. Fox took a shot, and one of the four in the squadron fell in a burning heap. The other three split up, trying to spread the firepower from the Arwings. It was useless. Peppy, Slippy, and Falco each took a shot. Slippy missed, but two of the fighters fell out of the sky. Fox picked off the last one.
Returning to formation, they scanned for targets. There werent any until they reached the city itself.
"Holy shit, they're everywhere" Falco muttered. He was right. There must have been hundreds of fighters. They werent aiming at anything in particular, but instead were just causing as much destruction as they could. The four Arwings split up, heading for seperate sections of the city. Fox was picking off targets one by one. He would fire, one would drop, then again, and again. He never seemed to miss. Falco was not having much trouble either. Slippy had trouble just catching one.
Fox realized that there were three fighters on his tail. He almost laughed. The idiots were coming in with too much throttle. He punched his air-brake and came to a near-complete stop. The fighters shot straight past, and he fired three times. Each hit was as precise as it could have possibly been. To anyone else at the time, it might have seemed an impossible shot. Three fighters slammed the ground.
The enemy units always saw the size of the Arwing and underestimated it's agility. It took them by surprise when Fox punched the G-diffuser and turned on a dime, making their small, quick ships look like blundering whales. Fox's radio crackled to life.
"Bogey on my six, something's wrong with the G-diffuser." Falco, damn it. Turning the Arwing toward Falco, he shoved the throttle to full. Falco brought his arwing across Fox's nose in a well-practiced move. The three fighters followed him stupidly, just like they were supposed to. This brought them directly into Fox's line of fire. Two quick shots removed two of them instantly. Falco took care of the other one by leading the stupid pilot to slam himself into a building. Falco retreated to the Great Fox for quick repairs.
As for the Cornerian units, they were severely outnumbered, but putting up one hell of a fight. The ground units destroyed tank after tank, while the pathetic number of fighters mostly tried to stay alive and make a few kills.
Fox was counting kills. He was at about twenty-seven. It was almost too easy. The fighters were everywhere, but they lacked sheilding. he could take one down in one shot. A nova bomb would take them all down, but he couldn't in good concience use one in a city. He yawned even as he shot down two more. It was pathetic. He took a hit in the right wing. It didnt even dent his sheilding systems. He went over the radio
"Kill count: 43" He said, just for the sake of making small-talk.
"24 here, Fox" Peppy said.
"12" The two of them laughed at slippy. Fox realized that he had about seven on his tail. He tried the same trick he used on the ones before, but they didnt fall for it. He made a ninety degree turn just as they fired. Suddenly, three of them fell out of the sky.
"Yahoo!" Falco, with a newly repaired G-diffuser, shot past Fox like a bullet. Fox did a quick loop, and shot the remaining three down.
"Falco here, 26 kills" With Falco's added firepower, they took care of most of the enemy fighters with ease. Some of them began to retreat from Corneria City. The StarFox team followed. Falco was oddly quiet for a moment.
"Fox, follow me, i've found the carrier." Falco lead him straight toward a waterfall.
"umm... Falco..." They went through the waterfall, and Fox realized that there had been an opening behind the waterfall. Falco's hunting ability never ceased to amaze him. The carrier was in the distance, with several fighters between in and the team. Fox and Falco just plowed straight through them. Leaving Peppy and Slippy to deal with whatever was left. The two of them engaged the carrier directly. It was a large Carrier, with three missile launchers, a fighter bay, and a rather large laser cannon.
The carrier had some severe firepower. It launched missiles, lasers, and enemy fighters straight at them. The missiles and fighters were somewhat easily shot down. Fox focused on one missile launcher, Falco focused on the other. Between them, they knocked two of the missile launchers off. Fox realized that they were now outside of the City's vicinity, but were over an ocean.
"Falco, get out of the way" Falco didn't need to be told twice, he turned around and took off in the opposite direction. At that instant, Fox launched a Nova bomb. It glowed palely as it shot toward the Carrier. It struck the Carrier dead on. Ther Carrier fell out of the air, and exploded on the water. A massive wave resulted from the explosive force, Fox flew straight through it. Judging by the shouts and laughs coming over the radio, the Cornerian army had won.
"That was almost too easy, StarFox team, return to base. Great Fox, dock back at the base, please."
After making a victory lap around the city, the four of them flew back to Corneria Base.
(How do you like so far? please, review. im begging here)
Chapter 3: the battle of Corneria City
Disclaimer: I really dont own Starfox, as I have said twice all ready.
Yes, I know, short chapters.
This war had been going on for six long years. In the beginning, Andross could never have gained forcess of that magnitude, everyone wondered just how he had gotten that many soldiers together. He was preparing a final offensive. All bets were off, to coin a cliche. The war had begun when Fox was still in the military academy and his father was still... Fox stopped thinking.
Pepper then lead the four of them directly into the mess hall, where the rest of this unit of the Cornerian army was eating at the moment. He called for silence, a call which went unanswered except by the random chatter that continued unempeaded.
"BE QUIET" he yelled on about the third or fourth try. The room actually fell silent. "I would like to introduce you to some people. This is the Star Fox mercenary unit. They will be aiding us from here on in."
"Were these the guys you thought would turn the tide?" Someone said sarcastically
"Yes, they are. On the left is Slippy, who will no doubt be giving our engineering team a visit, next is Peppy Hare, im sure a few of you remmber him" Silence. "Falco Lombardi, and... Fox Mc'Cloud." The random chatter started again with a fevered pitch. Fox got the feeling that at least a few of ther conversations were about him, or more likely, his father.
Fox wasn't sure if it was the heat, or the noise, or if he was just stressed. His vision began to blur. This was followed by a weakening in the limbs. He knew what was about to happen and braced himself against the pain he would soon feel. It didn't help. He fell to his knees as his head simply exploded with pain. His vision was filled with a blinding white light. The world seemed to dissolve, leaving him with nothing but the light and the pain.
The pain was so intense that it would not be confined to his head, it spread across the rest of his body. Then, as quickly as it had come on, it was gone again, nothing but a memory. Fox stood back up and realized that everything had gone silent. The soldiers in the mess hall were silent, staring at him. With a quick mumble of some lame excuse, he excused himself. He stood outside of the mess hall's door. General Pepper solemly followed. As they stood outside, Fox saw with some satisfaction that Peppy, Falco, and Slippy had dug in, grabbing as much food as they could get their hands on. Fox looked over at Pepper
"More than five years of this shit. My head does that, on and off, sometimes it doesnt do it for weeks on end, but that only means that a really big spell is on its way." Fox began to walk away. Pepper spoke to his retreating form.
"Your quarters are number b-135... and Fox..." Fox stopped walking "He is with Andross. You know who im talking about" This was replied to by a gruff 'yeah'. "I didnt want to tell you with the others around, figured you might not want... nevermind." Fox continued to walk.
There was only one time when Fox did not dream: The day before a battle. He only really slept when he knew his life would be in danger tomorrow. He awoke about two hours before he was supposed to report for duty. He always did.
Sitting in his bed, eyes closed, lights off, he basked in the silence. He focused himself on nothing but his training. Every tiny adjustment he could make to a flight path, the best way to shake enemy units. The points on a fighter where a hit would cause it to explode. He spent an entire hour like this, then slowly opened his eyes. He got ready quickly, showering off and getting dressed in his usual uniform. it was green with a white overcoat. He put on his flight helmet, then quickly left the room. He quickly made for the meeting place in the hangar. The rest of the StarFox team were waiting all ready. Fox pulled a glove down his left hand.
"Lets do this. We are going to wait in the Great Fox in low orbit. When they attack, and not before, we launch the arwings, we are to destroy any units we see. Understood?" The rest of the team answered in the affirmative. Fox looked up at the Great Fox. "ROB, prepare for launch." The four of them entered the ship and headed straight for the hanger. They got into the cockpits of their fighters and waited. Fox went over the radio
"ROB, sorry, but you dont get to join in this one, we will be in a city, the Great Fox's main gun would be a bit too destructive." After ROB answered, fox looked on his arwings display. "Ok, here they come, just like we thought. They are headed straight for Corneria City. Launch at will!."
The four arwings launched from the Great Fox and quickly flew down through the atmosphere. Fox was ecstatic. He was in his element again.
"All aircraft check in."
"Falco here, I'm fine"
"This is Peppy, systems green"
"Slippy here, all systems go."
With a laugh, the four of them kicked the engines to full speed. It had been months since they last got a combat mission. They caught up with the first squadron of Venomian fighters almost instantly. Fox took a shot, and one of the four in the squadron fell in a burning heap. The other three split up, trying to spread the firepower from the Arwings. It was useless. Peppy, Slippy, and Falco each took a shot. Slippy missed, but two of the fighters fell out of the sky. Fox picked off the last one.
Returning to formation, they scanned for targets. There werent any until they reached the city itself.
"Holy shit, they're everywhere" Falco muttered. He was right. There must have been hundreds of fighters. They werent aiming at anything in particular, but instead were just causing as much destruction as they could. The four Arwings split up, heading for seperate sections of the city. Fox was picking off targets one by one. He would fire, one would drop, then again, and again. He never seemed to miss. Falco was not having much trouble either. Slippy had trouble just catching one.
Fox realized that there were three fighters on his tail. He almost laughed. The idiots were coming in with too much throttle. He punched his air-brake and came to a near-complete stop. The fighters shot straight past, and he fired three times. Each hit was as precise as it could have possibly been. To anyone else at the time, it might have seemed an impossible shot. Three fighters slammed the ground.
The enemy units always saw the size of the Arwing and underestimated it's agility. It took them by surprise when Fox punched the G-diffuser and turned on a dime, making their small, quick ships look like blundering whales. Fox's radio crackled to life.
"Bogey on my six, something's wrong with the G-diffuser." Falco, damn it. Turning the Arwing toward Falco, he shoved the throttle to full. Falco brought his arwing across Fox's nose in a well-practiced move. The three fighters followed him stupidly, just like they were supposed to. This brought them directly into Fox's line of fire. Two quick shots removed two of them instantly. Falco took care of the other one by leading the stupid pilot to slam himself into a building. Falco retreated to the Great Fox for quick repairs.
As for the Cornerian units, they were severely outnumbered, but putting up one hell of a fight. The ground units destroyed tank after tank, while the pathetic number of fighters mostly tried to stay alive and make a few kills.
Fox was counting kills. He was at about twenty-seven. It was almost too easy. The fighters were everywhere, but they lacked sheilding. he could take one down in one shot. A nova bomb would take them all down, but he couldn't in good concience use one in a city. He yawned even as he shot down two more. It was pathetic. He took a hit in the right wing. It didnt even dent his sheilding systems. He went over the radio
"Kill count: 43" He said, just for the sake of making small-talk.
"24 here, Fox" Peppy said.
"12" The two of them laughed at slippy. Fox realized that he had about seven on his tail. He tried the same trick he used on the ones before, but they didnt fall for it. He made a ninety degree turn just as they fired. Suddenly, three of them fell out of the sky.
"Yahoo!" Falco, with a newly repaired G-diffuser, shot past Fox like a bullet. Fox did a quick loop, and shot the remaining three down.
"Falco here, 26 kills" With Falco's added firepower, they took care of most of the enemy fighters with ease. Some of them began to retreat from Corneria City. The StarFox team followed. Falco was oddly quiet for a moment.
"Fox, follow me, i've found the carrier." Falco lead him straight toward a waterfall.
"umm... Falco..." They went through the waterfall, and Fox realized that there had been an opening behind the waterfall. Falco's hunting ability never ceased to amaze him. The carrier was in the distance, with several fighters between in and the team. Fox and Falco just plowed straight through them. Leaving Peppy and Slippy to deal with whatever was left. The two of them engaged the carrier directly. It was a large Carrier, with three missile launchers, a fighter bay, and a rather large laser cannon.
The carrier had some severe firepower. It launched missiles, lasers, and enemy fighters straight at them. The missiles and fighters were somewhat easily shot down. Fox focused on one missile launcher, Falco focused on the other. Between them, they knocked two of the missile launchers off. Fox realized that they were now outside of the City's vicinity, but were over an ocean.
"Falco, get out of the way" Falco didn't need to be told twice, he turned around and took off in the opposite direction. At that instant, Fox launched a Nova bomb. It glowed palely as it shot toward the Carrier. It struck the Carrier dead on. Ther Carrier fell out of the air, and exploded on the water. A massive wave resulted from the explosive force, Fox flew straight through it. Judging by the shouts and laughs coming over the radio, the Cornerian army had won.
"That was almost too easy, StarFox team, return to base. Great Fox, dock back at the base, please."
After making a victory lap around the city, the four of them flew back to Corneria Base.
(How do you like so far? please, review. im begging here)