Chapter 4: Preparation
(Sorry about english problems, my computer doesnt check for them and I am miserable at finding them when i read)
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, Never will, Dont sue, Por' Favor'
(An imaginary lollipop to the one who guesses who the other person is in the first 5 or so paragraphs before finishing the rest of the chapter hehehehe. its real simple, believe me.)
A gun. Fox saw it, but too late. He felt his own gun lifted out of his hand. It was ripped upward by the shot, leaving Fox unarmed. Fox heard a laugh, then that gun fired again.
He woke up and sat bolt upright. Breathing hard and sweating, he clutched his left shoulder, feeling the jagged scar. he stumbled to his sink and splashed his face with cold water. Fox looked at himself in the small mirror above his sink. The fox looking back at him looked as though he hadn't slept in days. His eyes would barely stay open. His pupils were tiny points. He looked pathetic.
Fox coughed hard and spit into the sink. Brushing a bit of his fur aside, he looked over at his alarm clock. It was only three in the morning, a full three hours before he had intended to wake up. Returning his gaze to the mirror, he forced himself to remember the dream. He remembered seeing the gun that shot him. He remembered who it was behind that gun. He shook his head vigorously. Still trying to remember.
The smell of smoke and explosives in the air. The flames that danced as though they were alive and devoured everything. The pure and utter chaos that had engulphed Corneria base. He remembered that. He remembered entering that final room. Who's quarters had it been? Fox just couldn't remember. All he knew is that when he got there, he realized that someone else had gotten there before him. Fox had looked at the creature that had stood in the center of that room, laughing like a man insane. He remembered how He had turned around, looking Fox in the eyes. Fox remembered that his eyes, which once seemed to be full of fire, were now as cold as ice. Fox remembered drawing his own gun, and watching as He mimicked Fox. Fox heard his own voice
"W-What the hell are you doing? Why...?" He remembered how the other person had only laughed.
"Why, I am joining the winning side, of course." Then he fired. That is where his memory ended. Fox Splashed water onto his face again, and stared at himself a bit longer.
"Damn him..." Fox muttered as he got dressed.
Fox left his room and took the two and a half hours he had to spare to unwind in the weapons training area. The firing range was practically empty. There were just a few gruff, tired looking canines on the night shift who had nothing better to do than to squeeze off a few rounds. Fox drew his blaster and took aim at the target. It was a classic target, with the outline of a humanoid and areas marked off to keep score. Fox drew a breath. Taking careful aim, he unloaded three shots in rapid succession. Three small holes appeared in the center of the target's head. Fox's blaster had almost no kick, as it was a new model, so his aim was next to perfect.
Watching the other people in the firing range, either they were bad shots or they had been awake for a very, very long time. Probably it was a mixture of both, as they were actually managing to miss the target entirely much of the time. Fox drew his other blaster and began firing.
By the time he was finished, his target had no head at all and much of it's chest was destroyed. Holstering his blasters, he wandered back up to the arranged meeting place. He was still an hour early, so he really had nothing to do. He simply paced around, drinking the largest cup of coffee imaginable. He cracked his knuckles. It had to be almost time.
He leaned against the wall to his left, waiting.
Close to an hour later, Falco showed up. Close behind him was Peppy. Slippy was late as usual. General Pepper was supposed to brief them again, so they headed to the briefing room. Pepper was all ready there, sipping at some coffee as he looked over a few maps.
"All right, StarFox team. This is what we have so far. Tomorrow, you will be headed to Katina. We believe that Andross will attack Katina the day after that. Also, we may have another situation on our hands." The hologram in the center of the room changed, the map of the lylat system was replaced by a picture of a fighter. Fox looked it over, noticing that the build of the fighter was close to that of the Arwing. Slippy was more interested in the technichal data.
"So... this looks just like someone took all of the Arwing's components and changed them around and changed the overall fighter design." Slippy croaked.
"Not far from the truth. A spy in our group, Katt Monroe, you know her Falco, brought this data back. According to the data, there are four of these under construction. They are made expressly for the purpose of outdoing the Arwing. The strange overall design is meant to concentrate firepower for dogfights. It is equipped with G-diffuser systems and its shielding gives it unparralelled aerodynamics. It is known as a Wolfen II" The five of them stared at it for a little while. It was an amazing fighter. It seemed almost perfect. Then Pepper spoke again "We believe that it will also be equipped with Nova Bombs" This was greeted by an outburst of gasps and at least one 'Oh shit' exclamation.
Slippy asked "So... what is a Wolfen I?" The hologram changed again. It was a red and black fighter, with four wings swept foreward and one laser cannon in the front.
"The Wolfen MK I is Andross' best air superiority fighter. Four of these are in existence. They showed up in a border skirmish we had a few months ago. Just the four of them turned the tide in Andross' favor in that fight. All of our fighters together couldn't stop them. We do not have the pilots' names, but we know that two of them are defectors from the Cornerian Army. The other two are a mystery. The four of them are known in Venomian ranks as the StarWolf team." Fox's eyes narrowed. Falco looked over at him.
"Mean something to you?" Fox shook his head. Once left, Once right. Pepper continued.
"We have reason to believe that they are Andross' best pilots. We also believe that once the Wolfen II is complete, the StarWolf team is going to fly them. Just thought you might want some forewarning. That is all, you are dismissed. Do whatever you like until tomorrow morning, then we are sening our troops and you to Katina, understood?" After a general murmer of agreement, the Starfox team left the room.
Pepper stared at the Wolfen II on the hologram. "Wolf... you never give up, do you?"
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Falco was bored, Slippy had gone to check over the engineering department of the base and Peppy had gone to have some sea with Pepper. Falco and Fox went down to the training area. Falco challenged fox to a quick sparring match. Fox really didn't feel like doing it, but Falco finally goaded him into it.
There was a large blue mat in one area of the training facility. This was meant for training in hand to hand combat. They got into stance facing each other. Falco started with a punch directly at Fox's face. Fox moved quickly to the side and Falco's fist flew past. Half a second later, Falco went down. He did not even feel Fox's fist in his gut until he was on the mat.
"Done yet?" Fox asked sarcastically. Falco got up.
"Not by a long shot." Falco came at him again, Fox dodged a high kick, then a punch. Falco had no idea why he had even challenged Fox. He was so fast!. Falco actually landed a punch, but it really didn't accomplish much. Fox dodged a swipe in his direction, but felt a line of blood on his face. Falco had decided to use his talons.
"That isn't exactly fair you know" He said as he dodged again. Falco kicked at him. Fox leaped at that exact moment. He landed lightly on Falco's leg, and used the momentum of Falco's kick to help propel himself over the Avian, landing behing him and high kicking him in the back of the head. Falco went down again. He had finally figured out that this was pointless.
"Okay, Okay, I give up." A cheetah walked over to Fox.
"That was awesome. Never seen anything like it. Nice move, dude." He held out a hand. Fox stared at it for a moment, then shook it. "Name's Artis, by the way. Just thought I'd come check you guys out, since im gonna be flying with you day after tomorrow. Im being sent to Katina too." Come on to the mess hall, I'll buy you a drink!" Artis started to walk away. Falco blinked. Then again.
"Wierd guy... but hey, free drink." The two of them followed Artis.
After having a few drinks, the three of them went their seperate ways. It was starting to get late, and it might have been about time to turn in for the night. Fox didn't go to his quarters, but instead went into the fighter bay to look over his Arwing. Getting into the cockpit, he ran a system analysis. While it was running, his left hand fiddled with a button. It was large and red, but not even Slippy could figure out what it did. It seemed to be in some way connected to the shielding system, but it didn't seem to do anything when pressed. This button was only in Fox's Arwing, and not in any of the others. This was most likely because Fox's Arwing had started as James' spare. There were things about the fighter that even he didn't know. He studied the analysis on the monitor in front of him.
Shielding system: 100%
G-diffuser: Operational
Maneuvering thruster: Operational
Afterburner: Operational
Air Brake: Operational
Weapon Systems:
Central Blaster: Operational
Wing Lasers: Operational
Nova Bomb Launcher: Operational
F- Destroyer: Ready
F- Destrroyer. There was something else that Fox knew nothing about. At a guess, he would say that that was what the red button at his left did, but although the fighter's computer system said it was ready for use, he had never gotten it to work. As he had done several times before, he asked the computer for a weapon description of the F-Destroyer. The computer's answer was on the screen.
"F-Destroyer. Powerful weapon of last resort, cannot be defended against by normal shielding systems. Warning: after using this weapon, exterior shields will be down for almost three minutes."
This was entirely not descriptive, but then again, it was pointless to know what the weapon did if he couldnt get it to work.
he decided to turn in for the night, since there was a rather long flight ahead of him in the morning. As he walked back toward his quarters, he passed through the old central hangar. It was like new, but there was a set of double doors. They were locked and barred, and they seemed slightly singed. The left side of his head began to feel a bit funny, so he went to lie down.
(Sorry about english problems, my computer doesnt check for them and I am miserable at finding them when i read)
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, Never will, Dont sue, Por' Favor'
(An imaginary lollipop to the one who guesses who the other person is in the first 5 or so paragraphs before finishing the rest of the chapter hehehehe. its real simple, believe me.)
A gun. Fox saw it, but too late. He felt his own gun lifted out of his hand. It was ripped upward by the shot, leaving Fox unarmed. Fox heard a laugh, then that gun fired again.
He woke up and sat bolt upright. Breathing hard and sweating, he clutched his left shoulder, feeling the jagged scar. he stumbled to his sink and splashed his face with cold water. Fox looked at himself in the small mirror above his sink. The fox looking back at him looked as though he hadn't slept in days. His eyes would barely stay open. His pupils were tiny points. He looked pathetic.
Fox coughed hard and spit into the sink. Brushing a bit of his fur aside, he looked over at his alarm clock. It was only three in the morning, a full three hours before he had intended to wake up. Returning his gaze to the mirror, he forced himself to remember the dream. He remembered seeing the gun that shot him. He remembered who it was behind that gun. He shook his head vigorously. Still trying to remember.
The smell of smoke and explosives in the air. The flames that danced as though they were alive and devoured everything. The pure and utter chaos that had engulphed Corneria base. He remembered that. He remembered entering that final room. Who's quarters had it been? Fox just couldn't remember. All he knew is that when he got there, he realized that someone else had gotten there before him. Fox had looked at the creature that had stood in the center of that room, laughing like a man insane. He remembered how He had turned around, looking Fox in the eyes. Fox remembered that his eyes, which once seemed to be full of fire, were now as cold as ice. Fox remembered drawing his own gun, and watching as He mimicked Fox. Fox heard his own voice
"W-What the hell are you doing? Why...?" He remembered how the other person had only laughed.
"Why, I am joining the winning side, of course." Then he fired. That is where his memory ended. Fox Splashed water onto his face again, and stared at himself a bit longer.
"Damn him..." Fox muttered as he got dressed.
Fox left his room and took the two and a half hours he had to spare to unwind in the weapons training area. The firing range was practically empty. There were just a few gruff, tired looking canines on the night shift who had nothing better to do than to squeeze off a few rounds. Fox drew his blaster and took aim at the target. It was a classic target, with the outline of a humanoid and areas marked off to keep score. Fox drew a breath. Taking careful aim, he unloaded three shots in rapid succession. Three small holes appeared in the center of the target's head. Fox's blaster had almost no kick, as it was a new model, so his aim was next to perfect.
Watching the other people in the firing range, either they were bad shots or they had been awake for a very, very long time. Probably it was a mixture of both, as they were actually managing to miss the target entirely much of the time. Fox drew his other blaster and began firing.
By the time he was finished, his target had no head at all and much of it's chest was destroyed. Holstering his blasters, he wandered back up to the arranged meeting place. He was still an hour early, so he really had nothing to do. He simply paced around, drinking the largest cup of coffee imaginable. He cracked his knuckles. It had to be almost time.
He leaned against the wall to his left, waiting.
Close to an hour later, Falco showed up. Close behind him was Peppy. Slippy was late as usual. General Pepper was supposed to brief them again, so they headed to the briefing room. Pepper was all ready there, sipping at some coffee as he looked over a few maps.
"All right, StarFox team. This is what we have so far. Tomorrow, you will be headed to Katina. We believe that Andross will attack Katina the day after that. Also, we may have another situation on our hands." The hologram in the center of the room changed, the map of the lylat system was replaced by a picture of a fighter. Fox looked it over, noticing that the build of the fighter was close to that of the Arwing. Slippy was more interested in the technichal data.
"So... this looks just like someone took all of the Arwing's components and changed them around and changed the overall fighter design." Slippy croaked.
"Not far from the truth. A spy in our group, Katt Monroe, you know her Falco, brought this data back. According to the data, there are four of these under construction. They are made expressly for the purpose of outdoing the Arwing. The strange overall design is meant to concentrate firepower for dogfights. It is equipped with G-diffuser systems and its shielding gives it unparralelled aerodynamics. It is known as a Wolfen II" The five of them stared at it for a little while. It was an amazing fighter. It seemed almost perfect. Then Pepper spoke again "We believe that it will also be equipped with Nova Bombs" This was greeted by an outburst of gasps and at least one 'Oh shit' exclamation.
Slippy asked "So... what is a Wolfen I?" The hologram changed again. It was a red and black fighter, with four wings swept foreward and one laser cannon in the front.
"The Wolfen MK I is Andross' best air superiority fighter. Four of these are in existence. They showed up in a border skirmish we had a few months ago. Just the four of them turned the tide in Andross' favor in that fight. All of our fighters together couldn't stop them. We do not have the pilots' names, but we know that two of them are defectors from the Cornerian Army. The other two are a mystery. The four of them are known in Venomian ranks as the StarWolf team." Fox's eyes narrowed. Falco looked over at him.
"Mean something to you?" Fox shook his head. Once left, Once right. Pepper continued.
"We have reason to believe that they are Andross' best pilots. We also believe that once the Wolfen II is complete, the StarWolf team is going to fly them. Just thought you might want some forewarning. That is all, you are dismissed. Do whatever you like until tomorrow morning, then we are sening our troops and you to Katina, understood?" After a general murmer of agreement, the Starfox team left the room.
Pepper stared at the Wolfen II on the hologram. "Wolf... you never give up, do you?"
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Falco was bored, Slippy had gone to check over the engineering department of the base and Peppy had gone to have some sea with Pepper. Falco and Fox went down to the training area. Falco challenged fox to a quick sparring match. Fox really didn't feel like doing it, but Falco finally goaded him into it.
There was a large blue mat in one area of the training facility. This was meant for training in hand to hand combat. They got into stance facing each other. Falco started with a punch directly at Fox's face. Fox moved quickly to the side and Falco's fist flew past. Half a second later, Falco went down. He did not even feel Fox's fist in his gut until he was on the mat.
"Done yet?" Fox asked sarcastically. Falco got up.
"Not by a long shot." Falco came at him again, Fox dodged a high kick, then a punch. Falco had no idea why he had even challenged Fox. He was so fast!. Falco actually landed a punch, but it really didn't accomplish much. Fox dodged a swipe in his direction, but felt a line of blood on his face. Falco had decided to use his talons.
"That isn't exactly fair you know" He said as he dodged again. Falco kicked at him. Fox leaped at that exact moment. He landed lightly on Falco's leg, and used the momentum of Falco's kick to help propel himself over the Avian, landing behing him and high kicking him in the back of the head. Falco went down again. He had finally figured out that this was pointless.
"Okay, Okay, I give up." A cheetah walked over to Fox.
"That was awesome. Never seen anything like it. Nice move, dude." He held out a hand. Fox stared at it for a moment, then shook it. "Name's Artis, by the way. Just thought I'd come check you guys out, since im gonna be flying with you day after tomorrow. Im being sent to Katina too." Come on to the mess hall, I'll buy you a drink!" Artis started to walk away. Falco blinked. Then again.
"Wierd guy... but hey, free drink." The two of them followed Artis.
After having a few drinks, the three of them went their seperate ways. It was starting to get late, and it might have been about time to turn in for the night. Fox didn't go to his quarters, but instead went into the fighter bay to look over his Arwing. Getting into the cockpit, he ran a system analysis. While it was running, his left hand fiddled with a button. It was large and red, but not even Slippy could figure out what it did. It seemed to be in some way connected to the shielding system, but it didn't seem to do anything when pressed. This button was only in Fox's Arwing, and not in any of the others. This was most likely because Fox's Arwing had started as James' spare. There were things about the fighter that even he didn't know. He studied the analysis on the monitor in front of him.
Shielding system: 100%
G-diffuser: Operational
Maneuvering thruster: Operational
Afterburner: Operational
Air Brake: Operational
Weapon Systems:
Central Blaster: Operational
Wing Lasers: Operational
Nova Bomb Launcher: Operational
F- Destroyer: Ready
F- Destrroyer. There was something else that Fox knew nothing about. At a guess, he would say that that was what the red button at his left did, but although the fighter's computer system said it was ready for use, he had never gotten it to work. As he had done several times before, he asked the computer for a weapon description of the F-Destroyer. The computer's answer was on the screen.
"F-Destroyer. Powerful weapon of last resort, cannot be defended against by normal shielding systems. Warning: after using this weapon, exterior shields will be down for almost three minutes."
This was entirely not descriptive, but then again, it was pointless to know what the weapon did if he couldnt get it to work.
he decided to turn in for the night, since there was a rather long flight ahead of him in the morning. As he walked back toward his quarters, he passed through the old central hangar. It was like new, but there was a set of double doors. They were locked and barred, and they seemed slightly singed. The left side of his head began to feel a bit funny, so he went to lie down.