Well, here I am. Uploading,
again. Sorry I havn't uploaded for a while. First of all, school
started, and I'm very busy. Also, I had a bit of a writers block,
but I found an interesting plot that I think is pretty well
thought-out. So, enjoy!
"What.. the hell?!" Fox shook his head. This didn't make any sense. Why was his old friend attacking him? Fox stood up and ran out of the room. Falco wouldn't attack him. Not unless ordered to. So Fox ran. He ran as fast as he could toward the Observation Deck. He needed to see for himself. He heard the clop-clang of his boots as they hit the metal floor below him. He had to take a better look. He reached the door, feeling the cool steam hit his sweaty, hot neck as they slid open automatically. He grabbed the nearest binoculars and, getting as far as he could to the glass window, peered outside. Fox nearly dropped his binoculars as he gazed at what he saw. Falco wasn't inside his Arwing. That WAS his Arwing, Fox couldn't mistake those battle scratches and dents.
"ROB!" Fox barked. "Take the Stationary Turret AB. Aim for the cockpit, and open the garage. I'm going to scan the area." ST AB was located under the ship, which is the ideal place for this current situation, and with Fox on patrol, He could look for any more enemies before they get close to the ship. "And send my Pistol to the Observation Deck. Pronto."
"Roger." ROB replied in his usual monotone. With a hiss and the screech of metal, the weaponary tube opened. Grabbing his gun, Fox quickly slipped it into its' holster, and sprinted out of the room. He bolted down the two-flights of stairs and snuck into the garage. Just as he had expected, there was an extra ship parked hastily next to his own.
"Fox, the ship has been taken out. Target destroyed." ROB announced through his headset.
"Affirmative. Good job, ROB." He re-focused to his current situation. "So he IS in here.." Fox whispered to himself. He stuck to the sides of the garage, in the darkness, and stealthily slid over to the foreign aircraft. He scanned it carefully. Extra thrusters, the Omega Cannon 2, the newest cannon available, and blood stuck to the wheel. "Definitely Falco's dummy ship." Fox's ears twitches slightly. Insticntavly, he turned, his pistol raised and his glasses were down. His eyes narrowed, scanning what was in front of him. Thankfully, his glasses let him see into the dark, which gave him an advantage. But Falco was smart. He knew that I had gadgits that he never had. Cautiously, he took a step forward. Still nothing. He lowered his gun the slightest of an inch. This is what Falco was waiting for.
Jumping from the top of his fake ship, Falco grabbed Fox into a headlock with his left arm and grabbed Fox's gun with his right. He pointed Fox's own gun at his head. "Long time no see." He said lowly, smirking through his beak.
Fox struggled before answering. "How's Kat?" He spat at the name. He could feel the cold barrol pointed at his temple.
Falco frowned. "Same as ever." He said, his grip never letting, not even a little. "Though, she still is as bossy as ever. But that's none of your business." He pressed the gun harder against the soft flesh. "Seems like you let the place go." Falco smirked, looking around him. Crates were packed to the side, oil was spilled and dust collected in all surfaces.
Fox grunted. "Yeah, well, there's only me, so I don't give a rats ass what you think." He spat. "By the way.. tell your girlfriend I said for her to go to hell." As soon as Fox said 'your girlfriend', he moved his leg behind Falco's and swiftly brushed it to the side, knocking Falco's legs from under him. Falco gave a small 'ack' as he hit the floor. Fox slammed his elbow into the crook in Falco's arm. He heard a small crack followed by an ear-splitting scream coming from the body below him. His right hand free, he pointed his gun down at the writhing body laying cowardly below him.
Falco stopped writhing and glared up at him. "You're going to pay for this." He said, reaching into his own belt and taking out his own pistol. He shot three quick shots toward his old friends head. Fox swiftly moved his head to the left side as he rolled over to the nearest crate. He heard Falco hide behind his ship as he rolled. Once he was behind the crate, he stood and shot two long bursts in the Avian's direction. Falco narrowly escaped the shots, and hid behind the wheel. He took a deep breath. He forgot the pain in his arm for a moment for focused on the situation. 'My arm is broken. Okay. Fox had better protection and room to run. Not bad, but not good that great. On the other hand, Fox's pistol had to charge more. He fired longer shots. That means that I have about ten seconds before Fox would fire his pistol again. Nine now. I have to move fast. Fox had his bullet-proof vest on, no doubt. If I time it right.. Eight seconds. Maybe.' Falco dove.
He fired three rounds at the crate, each four seconds after the other. On the first shot Falco heard a grunt and then a sliding noise. The laser had hit his bullet proof vest, and the impact made Fox slide backward. 'Perfect,' Falco thought. The Second shot hit the side of the crate, pushing the crate slightly to the side, just enough for a possible hit. The third hit was aimed for Fox's head. Falco heard a crack and a gasp. "Yes!" he whispered, looking around the wheel of the ship to glance at his work.
Fox gasped, groping his head. It didn't hit. But how? He looked down. His headset was destroyed. He grinned his happy-go-lucky grin. "Close one." Fox said out loud.
"God dammit!" Falco swore. 'Fox was lucky. I forgot about that.'
"Nice plan, but too bad it didn't work." Fox said, standing up and holding a Rocket Launcher. "Lucky this was a weapon crate. I've always had luck on my side. Or do I?" Fox smirked. "I suggest you leave now. Before.." Fox lowered his weapon.
Ships and space crafts poured through the garage entrance, landing next to Fox's and Falco's. He noticed one ship in particular. More and more poured in. 'I shouldn't have left the garage door opened..' Fox thought bitterly. 'I should have known they would have had a well thought-out plan.'
His worst nightmare appeared out of the cockpit of the lead of ships. The figure got out gracefully, heading toward the two. Falco was grinning his head off, and Fox felt pale.
"Hello, Fox." Said a cold voice, as the other pilots filed out of their cockpits.
"Kat." He spat.
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Hehe. I hate making Falco the bad guy, but I'll try to make him good again. It probably won't be soon, though. Please R&R!
