Disclaimer: I do not own Star Fox or the characters in the game. The characters not mentioned in the games that are in this fan fiction belong entirely to me. The story line also belongs to me (AND YES I HAVE A REAL COPY WRITE), I won't mind if you ask first to use this idea. (IF YOU DON'T ASK I'LL FIND YOU).Joke ;) Lulz
Some parts inspired by pictures on
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Don't Smoke
STAR FOX
The Gole Incident
Chapter: 7
The darkness was suddenly lifted and was followed by the pain. Though now the pain was numbed, suppressed even, but it was still there. Fox's eyes flickered open. The world was a rotating blur of black, grey with blotches and smudges, some of them blurs swayed moved, others remained.
"Ah! Looks like he's regaining conciseness..." echoed a surly voice.
Some of the room gained shapes. Walls, tables, and some equipment came into focus. The room was dark the walls covered in shadow, in fact the only light in the room was from a spot light above him. Fox's eyes fluttered to his wound which shocked him. His jacket and shirt had been removed; in their place was a green colored gauze that had been tightly wrapped around his waist.
Fox tried to raise his hand but found resistance. In inspection Fox found that his wrists had been bound to the table, or bed. They were metal cuffs encased in leather and only gave half an inch of movement, virtually impossible to free one's self. There was also a breathing apparatus clamped to his face, forcing air to his mouth.
"We apologize about the restraint," said the same voice, sounding a little more stable now. "The great Fox McCloud, you are truly lucky those containers weren't full, but those few drops did quite a bit of damage don't you think."
Such a big explosion, but only a few drops, thought Fox, No he must be bluffing.
A Gole came into the light, he was about his height, his face looked virtually exactly like the other one he'd seen in the forest. He wore a black robe that went from his shoulders down to his feet. In his arm was a hollow pad.
"A few drops that's impossible, that explosion was huge," Fox stated behind the mask.
"Really." The Gole said. He tabbed a few buttons on the pad and pushed it in front his Fox's face. "See what happened to the De'malee when we detonated only ten barrels on their surface."
The Pad came to life showing a lush green planet with a green surface, shimmering blue water and cloud formations all along the surface. Then suddenly there an explosion that engaged the entire planet. "The benefit is that the explosion causes rock to act like shrapnel destroying any other neighbouring planets."
The Gole pulled the pad away removed the breathing mask from Fox's face, "We are a race that like our privacy, so much we'll kill anyone who knows of our existence. As we speak we are uncloaking our most powerful ships. These will wipe the planets clean of all life, then we'll use our little...weapon to destroy the planets entirely."
"Okay. Why are you telling me this?" Fox asked.
The Gole chuckled, "Because. We are a species of honour and respect. We have a sense of shall we say, fair play. We will give this system time to prepare for us, futile it may be, so that they a chance to protect their homes. Though a message from the great Fox McCloud saying our power, might give more of a... inventive to strengthen their force."
"And if I refuse?"
The Gole didn't answer, instead re returned to his pad and changed the screen returning it to Fox's eyes. This time a picture of a ship, the Great Fox, "This is your ship is it not," the Gole asked. He tapped the screen twice. Another ship popped in beside the Great Fox. "Our strongest ship is ready to intercept. Your friends, it seems, are going to meet our fury faster than expected, unless I had some reason to leave them alone, for now."
Fox bit his lip, "Alright. What do you want?"
--after recording that the Gole had the power to do as they said they did—
"Thank you mist McCloud. Oh, and try not to mind Froy, he runs the security, he's a little edgy," stated the Gole before disappearing into the shadows.
Who?
Suddenly a second Gole appeared. Froy no doubt, and... Fox knew him. It was the man with the sniper rifle. Fox swalled, "B-before you s-sa-said I was lucky."
"You're alive aren't you?" said the Goled in a deep voice.
"For now."
Instantly he received a punch to his bandaged wound. Fox screamed but was silence when Froy slapped his mouth shut with two grizzly hands. His teeth chattering he truly understood the word edgy.