((Author's note: Yes, I know, I havent updated in forever. Well, here comes the next chapter. This fic is amongst the unfinished business I must complete.))
Of wolves and foxes: A hopeless battle?
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The Great Fox came out of hyperspace, the four arwings launching as quickly as possible. The Star Fox team was met with the sight of perhaps a hundred huge axe-shaped battlecruisers, various disk-like battlestations, and a ton of fighters. behind all of those was the yellowish-green sphere of Venom, itself. This is where the final assault was going to take place. Fox's voice came over the radios, barking a quick order.
"Star Fox team, we are going to break straight through. Save your nova bombs for the battleships. ROB, take up the rear, and try to nail the battleships." Rob gave a quick affirmative, and the Great Fox opened fire on the nearest battlestation. The Great Fox's main gun punched a hole straight through the disk, and the station exploded, launching a cloud of debris in every direction. The Star Fox team barreled headlong into a swarm of fighters, wheeling and firing in unison. They broke straight through the swarm, and charged the battlecruiser on the other side. All four of them launched their nova bombs in unison, and the four gigantic explosions tore the battlecruiser to pieces. The crew's last screams echoed over the open channel.
Suddenly, fighters were on all sides. the Star Fox team scattered, but several shots tore at Fox's shields, and just as quickly Fox's engines were in the red. The fighters surrounded him even as Falco and Peppy ripped several of them to pieces. They were taking potshots at him, working his systems slowly into the red, only slightly faster than the arwing's autorepair functions could repair the damage. For the barest of instant's Fox knew he was going to die. The sharp pain in his head was more pronounced than ever.
He spoke suddenly, a flash of insight filling his mind with unusual clarity. "Computer", he whispered, "Charge F-Destroyer now." A few seconds later, the computerized voice told him it was completed. With a disturbing grin, he hit the button.
The Arwing's shields overheated. Every ounce of energy in the ships reactor was focused into the shielding system, and the ships shield exploded outward. The enemy ships were not configured for this type of attack, and their shielding systems were ripped to pieces. most of the ships were quickly anihilated. With a deranged laugh, he kicked the engines back on. His ship was a missile, blasting through the remaining fighters as though they werent even there.
With a laugh, slippy started to re-enter the fray. Peppy tried to warn him as quickly as possible, but it was too late. Fox, in his insane rage, blew right past slippy, the arwings new wing-blades tearing through Slippy's hull. The ship would survive, but it was now in no condition to fight.
"This is no place for weaklings, frog!" Fox screamed over the open channel just as his shielding systems came back online at full power. There was a battleship directly ahead, and Fox shrieked with joy as he shot towards its frontal hull at full speed. He focused the shielding systems onto the front of the ship, buffering them specifically against physical damage. Just as the two collided, he kicked the wing-blades back on and his arwing literally tore through the battlecruiser's bridge. Peppy and Falco gave him wide berth as Slippy returned to the Great Fox for repairs. Both of them realized that in his fury, Fox might well attack either of them should they get too close.
The Great Fox continued to fire, its main cannon raining swift death on the enemy batttlecruisers and stations. Suddenly, the path to Venom was clear. They could reach it before the Venomian reinforcements reached them. Falco and Peppy retreated to the Great Fox, all the while doing their damndest to convince Fox to return to the ship. The Cornerian military jumped in right behind them, the few remaining battleships owned by the cornerians all ready starting to mop up the surviving ships that hadnt fled.
Suddenly, Fox was himself again. He looked around his Arwing, and realized that there was no one left to kill. He flew back to the great Fox, hoping that Slippy would forgive him for what he has done in his rage. His ship docked, and the Great Fox prepared for descent into Venom's atmosphere.