olá! tudo. Nenhum mal hoje. À história
hola todos. NinguÌ n mal hoy. En a la historia.
высоко все. Отсутствие зла сегодня. На к рассказе
Ciao tutti. Nessuna malvagità oggi. Alla storia.
γεια όλοι. Κανένα κακό σήμερα. Προς την ιστορία
Hallo alle. Kein Übel heute. Auf zur Geschichte.
Salut tous. Aucun mal aujourd'hui. Sur à l'histoire.
Hallo allen. Geen kwaad vandaag. Op het verhaal.
"Uh EA," Fox asks worriedly, "What does that say?"
"Well, you should crack open a dictionary, you baka."
"What did you just call me?"
"Nothing." Smiles nicely, which makes Fox very scared.
(what I was saying was "hi all. No evil today. On to the story." and baka is Japanese for idoit!) The more you know, 'cause remember kids, knowledge is power!
Onwards to the story
On the alien spaceship.
The first thought Fox had when he woke up was that he was lying on his tail. The thought was so odd that he could not help himself from laughing. That brought some pain in his chest, stomach, left leg, head, and oddly, most of all, his tail. With a combination of a grunt and a chortler, he tried to open his eyes. The key word was try. He then started to think. Key word was started. He let out a angry sigh. That killed his good mood.
"Fox? Are you ok?" He heard the voice of the most important person in his life, his wife. (hey that rhymed!).
"I think I am ok," He whined, opening his eyes might have been painful, but it was worth the view. A picture of his wife perfectly well, minis a little ruffled fur. "A bit sore, but good." He gave hear a hearty grin, but it changed when he placed his paw on his leg and let out a sharp whine that made his wife look scared.
"I think you are bit banged up, Foxy." Falco's computer voice chimed in.
"Shut up Falco." He growled at his good friend, ignoring the pain, shot a look at the Prime Minister who was standing at some consoles with the man that represented the military of the Lythiens. Krystal shot a look at her husband; she let out a soft sigh with the obligatory rolling of the eyes.
"They just told everyone up there to wait," She gestured upwards, "They are just about to talk with the…" She looked at Tommy, who said 'hue-man', "Here put this in you ear." She handed a strange device to him. He was a bit sore, so Krystal had to lean over him and honestly, he enjoyed how she placed herself on him while sticking the device in.
"It's our only way to communicate with them on a level that we can hear." The Prime Minister said with a solemn voice.
"So you decided that now we need help?" Fox nattered, looking to stroke a flame between the two men.
"Look, for now, lets just get along until we get to the Solona, then we can deal with it. For now we need to act like we are a solid race, understand?" He looked at the captain with a universal gesture, an out stretched paw. Fox stared at him, he didn't want to agree with this man at any level, but he had to give in. He griped the paw tightly, giving a slight, but pronounced nod. The Prime Minister then did what his people did best, get people to believe what ever they were saying. With a deep breath, he began the first official Lytien contact with a underdeveloped planet named Earth.
On the ships surrounding the spaceship
Bruce had not expected to have the ship land so close. He wished that he could go and speak to this mister McCloud, which sounded like a bad diversion of McDonalds to him (you were all thinking of it at one point!), but he couldn't go with the mayor and commissioner Gordan around him. He was deep in thought of what to do, when the first official contact from Lythiens to their underdeveloped planet named Earth.
"Greetings, people of Milk wave galaxy of the unregistered system of the fourth planet." A voice that sound like the democratic senator from Hawaii (QA, yes, this is that old) came from the red ship, "I am Thomas Liften, Prime Minister. I speak on the behalf of my people. We are in need of help," The voice paused, "My people were passing through your system in need to consult our friends in the Solana galaxy, but due to a technical difficulty," Now this will be debated for years to come as people clamed they heard a snicker and then a thwack during that segment. "caused the captain of this fine ship had to land his ship in a very unfortunate position. Due the forced way of landing, the ship is too damaged to rejoin our friends in the sky. Right now, I am asking for your help, not as another being from space, but as one person to another person. I am sure that you will not have any trouble helping us in our time of need."
Bruce was stunned. He didn't expect this! He looked at the major and the commissioner who were debating of what to do. Quite quickly, within two minutes, they came to a decision.
On the down ship
The Prime Minister was doing his best not to fidget. The GreatFoxII was badly damaged, the hull, the rear hull especially, was totally ruined and taking in water. Slippy and Falco had already done their best to fix what they could, but they needed to do major outer repairs before they could even think of flying again, let alone in outer space. Fox was pissed that both his arwing and his GreatFoxII needed to be fixed so soon, but he was managing. That meant he couldn't move while Krystal was patching him up. He was quite squirmish when she was trying to fix his tail, resulting in angry glares by his tired wife.
"Stay still!" Krystal was trying to bandage up her husband tail, it kept flicking away or in her face. "Xuen oxen!" Now no one had the translator at hand, but everyone knew a curse when they heard it. They were few international words that everyone knew.
"I can't help, it just too ticklish!" He gave an I-am-innocent-so-you-must-love-me look to his frustrated wife giving him a you-better-stop-or-else look.
"Falco, grab his tail, please!"
"Sure." Falco grabbed his captain tail very tightly, letting out a whimper of Fox. Krystal quickly bandaged his tail, and not a moment to soon. It seemed that Fox's tail had a mind of its own as it squirmed out.
"There! Done! Now was that so bad?" Krystal lend on him, giving a kiss on his forehead. The Prime Minister let out a soft groan. "What's wrong sir?"
"They should have answered by now," He sat on a somewhat upright chair, "I hope that whatever they do can work out for us."
"Ahmm," A voice broke out from outside, "I am the mayor, Mr. Johnson, of this city, Gotham. I am sad to say that we have no way to tow you into our public dry-docks. Perhaps," He stopped for a few seconds but quickly brought up the down sprits. "I have been told by our local Bruce Wane that he is opening his dry-docks." The Prime Minister quickly grabbed the speaker
"Thank Mr. Johnson, I thank you and your people for your kind help." He spoke eloquently, and without panic. He turned off the speaker and looked at Mr. and Mrs. McCloud, Mr. Toad and Mr. Lombardi. He gave a sigh, thinking of how many agreements and interplanetary laws he was breaking. 'Please, please let this work.'
"I think you should know what we might be facing." He gestured to a bodyguard to come over and whispered something.
"So what are you going to tell us, and what are you going to keep from us." A person know for their smugness spoke. Krystal quickly smacked her husband before realising it was the bird, not the vulpine.
"Oh, I am so sorry Fox.." She was blushing and biting down on her lip to keep from laughing like Prime Minister, the general of Lyth. Slippy, the bodyguards and Fox himself.
"Cannot tell the difference between the voices, ay Krisy?" Falco had a smugness again into Krystal acted like the mother figure by slapping his head. She then started to shake her hand.
"It hurts." At that, everyone broke up in laughter. It was an ice breaker of laughter that was stopped when the bodyguard came back in. He was holding a briefcase.
"Thank you," He looked at the men and woman around him. "I trust you know what I am to show you can never leave here. If it does, then I will have you put to death immediately." He took out several pictures and several list of information with them.
"These are seven people we need to watch out for;" He picked one up, show a man in a green and black outfit. "He is called the Green Lantern. Real name is Hal Jordan. His power comes from his ring and his mind. Anything he can think of, that ring can probably create it. Only weakness is the colour yellow. Dampness his power." Then he held up a picture of a man with in tights, a strange cross chest strap, a hawk helmet and hawk wings. "AThanagarian police officer. They're on the far side of the galaxy. His name is Katar Hol and his strength comes from a special element in his chest plate." He held the third picture. It was a total green person, these humans loved green with a blue cape and blue shorts. "J'onn J'nozz, the last known Martian alive. Also know as the Martian Manhunter. Can shape shift, read minds, fly and go intangible. Afraid of fire." He then held a fourth picture of yet again a person dressed in green. He had a green hat, green slim suit along with a green hat and bow. "Green Arrow, real name Oliver Queen. Has no powers, relies solely on a range of different arrows. Not a real threat if you can separate him from his bow or outwait his arrows." He stopped for a breath and then picked up another picture. This time it was of a guy in a red full body suit, with a lighting bolt on his chest with two sticking off his head. "The Flash, who we believe to be Barry Allen. Has super speed. More of an annoyance and not too bright, but can steal or destroy your weapons before you know it." Tom stopped and rubbed his head, "A sticky formula was being made in case of him, but we had to scrap it when we lost the planet."
"Man, how many more people are there?" Falco typed, throwing his arms up.
"Just the two top people that you are under no circumstances to ever fight." The general spoke up. "I mean it, one could snap your neck in two and the other…" He stopped and looked the Prime Minister.
"Ok, here's Superman." He flopped a picture of a man in a blue suit with a red cape, with a big s on the front with a yellow background. "Real name, Clark Kent, he is the last person from Krypton. Thanks to this yellow sun, he has super speed, nothing like the Flash though, flight, strength, heat vision and freeze breath. Only weakness is radioactive earth from his home planet and a red sun." He then held up the last picture. "This is Batman, real name is Bruce Wane, the same guy that is going to tow us in. No superpowers, but incredibly smart. I would be suppressed if he did know about us and ready to defeat us."
"So what's the plan Tommy?" Fox sighed, looking the information and pictures of these superheroes. He didn't need any more trouble, with his ship out and these people posing as serious risk.
"The plan? Simple, we repair this ship while allow as much as possible citizens to stretch their legs, and then get away." He looked around. "I will deal with the whole human race joining the council. There is no way I can resign now, not with this mess-" Before he could finish, there was a loud knock.
Outside the GreatFoxII
Bruce Wayne was really acting dumb. That was the general idea from the police force, as he jumped from his lead tugboat and onto the spaceship. It was not smart to go near them, as it might be the Joining again. But before anyone could stop the billionaire, he had knocked on the ship.
"Hello?" Bruce called out, hating this plan, but it was needed. He had to make sure that these people were really for peaceful means, and getting close to the leaders was best option. "Are you alright in there?"
Inside the GreatFoxII
Fox ears perked up as everyone heard the voice. It was that Bruce Wayne, on top of control room.
"Hello?" They heard Bruce again, knocking three more times (AN: Yes, I am a Doctor Who fan). "Mr McCloud, Prime Minister?" He called out.
"Fox, we need to go, come with me." The Prime Minister spoke out, as he walked to the door.
"What do you mean Tommy-?"
"Fox, listen to me. We need to meet him together. You as the captain of this ship and me as the Prime Minster." He straightened his outfit, and looked the vulpine. "So please, address me by my title."
"Ok, Prime Minister." Fox muttered, then looked upwards. "Mister Wayne!" He shouted, in a polite manner. "Please follow my voice to emergency hatch." He walked to the emergency exist, which was located next to the control room, up a ladder.
With a quick look the raccoon, who told him to go first, he made history for the human race by the 'first' peaceful contact.
So. Very. Long. Terrible, choppy, and ridden with mistakes no doubt. But yet, I am glad it is finally done and I am back to writing this. So expect an updated version of this, and further update.