Disclaimer: Bucky 'O Hare created by Larry Hama, Star Fox is copyrighted by Nintendo.
On the depths of toad territory, in a forgotten part of space lies a secret toad base. There in that base, tense, the sound of a certain toad's own footsteps echoed around the empty metal corridor making him jump. He had a reason to be jumpy, you see. For this was not where he wished to be. Anywhere but here would be better! Oh yes, anywhere would be better.
This place, this untold base, had become dreadful after Bucky O'Hare had managed to utterly defeat the great Komplex and bring down the mightiest force in the entire Aniverse. The gentle chink of the uncertain, nervous toad's many medals only added to his fear, making him more on edge as he walked down the long hallway toward his destination. When moments away from his said destination, taking a deep breath, the amphibian tried to regain his composure. While he neared the main doors to the Computer Core that was now Komplex's main network hub to the rest of what was left of the Toad Empire, he straightened himself up along with tried to feel brave... which he wasn't.
As if on cue, as if having awaited the uncertain toady making his way nervously along through the hall, the large blast doors ahead - with a mighty if not heart-wrenching groan - slid open. In turn, what was beyond the opened doors was revealed; a large super-computer connected to a huge transmitter system. There with the supercomputer, a massive computer screen sat in the center of the area, displaying on its screen a series of code lines streaming like snakes from one side to the other in different directions.
Shaking slightly despite his brave face, gulping uncertainly and yanking at his outfit collar so it wasn't strangling so, the decorated toad of interest stepped out of the hallway and inside of the computer room. Once inside, the blast doors shut behind him with an unearthly grinding sound. Then, as the doors connected once more, when the only exit to him was shut, the slightly sweating toady was left in the room in silence, a silence that was soon broken by a most evil presence.
"Ah, Air Marshal, so good of you to finally join us" came a disembodied voice that made the dark green toad jump. At hearing the voice, all sense of bravery left him instantly. With a frightened, breathless squeal, the toady looked up from the floor he cowered upon at the pc screen above. There, the lines of code - swirling, whirling, shifting lie a nest of riled serpents - became a storm of data. Data that ultimately formed into the polygon-shaped face of Komplex. "I would trust that in the future you will not keep us waiting so long like that. Not again. Otherwise, I might have to punish you severely for your lack of trying."
"Of course, Komplex, it won't happen again! I assure you. Just, I beg you, don't hurt me." The frightened Air Marshal said slowly backing away until he ran into something large and metallic. Whimpering, wheezing with fear, the marshal turned around slowly. He got an even bigger shock - one that made him cringe visibly - as he realized who he'd just bumped into.
"Oh, heh, Komplex won't be the one who to hurt you. It will be me that does the hurting! So don't go and forget that." The hulking, robotic monstrosity that was Toad Borg growled at Komplex's servant, "Now pay attention to what the great Komplex has to say. Do that or I will take the initiative and see just how high your voice can REALLY go."
At being talked down to so bitterly, at being treated like nothing more than a piece of meat, the Air Martial gulped. Then, doing his best not to wet his pants, he turned back to the computer screen where Komplex's computer-generated face smiled knowingly.
The digital tyrant of the Toad Empire next explained, "Now that we have that slight affair sorted, we may resume with our mission. Listen well. Two years ago, our scientists discovered a piece of technology that didn't originate from the Aniverse. This technology was created by a Race of sentient machines in fact controlled by a hive mind." As Komplex explained his newest, evil scheme, a section of the main screen flickered to bring up a picture of a curious device that looked badly damaged but was still functional. "This device contained the coordinates for its home dimension in its database. With that information, we were able to construct that trans-dimensional gate that you foolishly aloud be destroyed! Fortunately, during the short time it was active it revealed a map for this new dimension and the location for the first of many new toad outposts in this new world, Venom!"
"AIR MARSHALL! Prove your worth to me, follow Toadborg's order! It doesn't matter who that mammal scum warns… Pull every toad tech from their terminals and get the wormhole active again! You have 2 days to complete repairs." Said KOMPLEX, fury heard on his mechanical voice.
"Y-yes, mighty KOMPLEX!" cried the toad Marshall, gulping in fear. "Upon arriving in Lylat, we will use the resources and cover of planet Venom to establish a base. Without another wormhole generator, the mammals won't be able to send any forces back through. WE WILL BE UNTOUCHABLE." KOMPLEX continued.
"But sir, the fleet has not been fully assembled yet…" the Marshall said, only to be quickly interrupted. "Then send what CAN be deployed. Send wave after wave until Venom is ours. You have your orders, understood?!" KOMPLEX finished.
"Yes Komplex! *Eep* Clear as crystal" The Air Marshal said before he watched Komplex's face unraveled back into lines of code that ominously snaked across the screen, side to side.
Once his overlord had disappeared, the marshal turned around to see Toad Borg walking out of the room. "I shall leave you to your work.", was all that he said. The Air Marshal knew that somewhere deep within that sarcophagus of a robot body, the remnants of organic Borg was smiling and cracking his knuckles while relishing the chance to eliminate him even for sneezing. Shaking his head, the marshal focused on his next task with intent.
"Frix! Frax! Get your warty butts out here now. We have work to do!" He barked, walking purposefully out of the control hub while trying to ignore the hairs of the back of his head.
As the two normally dimwitted toads made their way to the Marshall, they talked among themselves, "Is it just me or is KOMPLEX acting different. Different how? Like… crazy different." They asked each other before making their way to their superior.
"Do we really have enough ships for an invasion? They asked the Air Marshall.
"Not hardly. A mere two battalions… and we're not dealing with mere defense grids... But we shall do as KOMPLEX wishes." Was the Air Marshalls response, burying himself in his thoughts, he looked for a solution to his problem, before quickly making his way out of the control room.
"Contact Al Negator, it's time to reunite with some old friends!"