The battle raged on in the depths of space as Fox, Slippy, Falco, and Peppy maneuvered their individual Arwings through the relentless onslaught of Andross's forces. The flashing lights of enemy lasers and the deep roar of explosions filled the void around them, creating a chaotic and breathtaking battlefield.

Fox McCloud gripped the controls of his Arwing, determination etched on his face as he led his team through the swarm of Space Pirates. His voice rang out over the comms, calm but intense. "Slippy, how are we holding up? What's our status?"

Slippy's voice, tinged with nervousness, crackled through the speakers. "Shields are at 30%, Fox! We're taking heavy hits, and these enemies just keep coming!"

Falco darted between enemy ships, taking out targets with precise laser fire. His usual cocky tone was strained under the pressure of the battle. "I hate to say it, but Slippy's right! This isn't looking good. We need a way out fast!"

Before Fox could respond, Slippy's voice crackled over the comms, filled with alarm. "Fox, we've got trouble! It's Star Wolf!"

Fox's stomach dropped. Star Wolf. He should've known Andross wouldn't leave anything to chance. "Team, stay sharp!" Fox commanded, his grip tightening on the controls. "Star Wolf is trying to box us in. We can't let them pin us down!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sneered over the comms. "Well, if it isn't my favorite prey," Wolf O'Donnell growled, his ship appearing out of the swarm of enemies. "I've been looking forward to this, Fox."

"Break formation!" Fox shouted. "Falco, Slippy—watch your flanks! Peppy, take the rear!"

The Arwings scattered as the Star Wolf team swooped in, their ships surrounding them like a pack of predators. Leon's ship dived toward Falco, while Pigma chased after Slippy, firing relentlessly. Peppy struggled to keep Wolf off Fox's tail, but Wolf's ship was faster, more aggressive.

"You're not getting away this time!" Wolf taunted, his laser fire narrowly missing Fox's ship.

"Don't count us out just yet, Wolf!" Fox shot back, banking hard to avoid a blast. His team was skilled, but the pressure was mounting. Star Wolf was relentless, pushing them closer and closer into a trap.

"Fox!" Slippy cried out. "We're running out of space! They're forcing us into a corner!"

Falco's voice was tight with frustration. "We're boxed in here! We need backup, fast!"

Just when it seemed like the Star Wolf team had them pinned, Slippy's instruments lit up with warning signals. His voice cracked with urgency. "Fox! Something big just entered the fight! I think it's—"

Before Slippy could finish, a wave of laser fire cut through the enemy ships in front of them. The Galactic Federation insignia gleamed on the fighter ships that swooped in to support them.

Slippy's voice was filled with relief and excitement. "Yes! It's the Galactic Federation! They're here to help!"

Fox's spirits lifted as the voice of Fleet Admiral Castor Dane came through the comms. "This is the G.F.S. Olympus. We've arrived to assist. Hold tight, Starfox. Let's turn this battle around!"

Fox couldn't help but grin as he steadied his Arwing. "Thanks, Admiral! We've got your back. Alright, team! Let's show Andross what we're made of!"

Wolf growled over the comms, irritation clear in his voice. "What the hell is this? Where did they come from?"

Fox seized the opportunity. "That's our opening, team! Star Wolf's distracted—now's our chance to break free!"

Panther's ship veered off course as a barrage of Federation fire slammed into his shields. "We're not being paid enough to deal with this! Wolf, we need to pull back and regroup!"

Wolf cursed under his breath, his sharp eyes tracking the new threat. "This isn't over, Fox. You got lucky this time, but I'll be back." With that, he and his team peeled off from the fight, disappearing into the chaos as the Federation fighters took their place.

Falco's relieved voice cut through the comms. "Good riddance. Let's move while we still can!"

Fox grinned, his determination renewed. "Alright, team—form up and follow me. We're taking the fight to Andross's flagship!"

With newfound energy, the Arwings resumed their flight patterns, diving and weaving through enemy fire with the precision only Team Starfox could muster. The Galactic Federation fighters joined the fray, carving a path through the enemy forces.

Slippy's voice came back over the comms, now tinged with awe. "How did the Galactic Federation get here so fast? We were barely holding on a second ago!"

Falco fired off another round of lasers, taking out a formation of Space Pirates. "Focus, Slippy! We'll worry about that later. For now, we need to blast our way through these goons and hit Andross where it hurts!"

Peppy's sharp eyes caught an opening in the enemy fleet, and he quickly relayed the information to Fox. "Fox, there's an opening in their defenses ahead! We can punch through if we move quickly!"

Fox's voice crackled with determination as he led his team toward the breach. "Alright, everyone! Form up and follow me. We're taking the fight to Andross!"

The four Arwings soared through the chaos, expertly avoiding enemy fire as they homed in on the opening in Andross's defenses. The Galactic Federation fighters covered their rear, ensuring they had a clear path forward.

"Stay close and watch each other's backs!" Fox ordered as the team closed in on their target. His heart pounded in his chest, but his focus was razor-sharp.

Slippy's cockpit lit up with readings he had never seen before. "Fox, something massive just arrived. I have no idea what it is."

Fox remained focused on the flagship. "Leave it for the Federation to handle, we have our own job to do."

The four Arwings soared through the chaos, expertly avoiding enemy fire as they homed in on the opening in Andross's defenses. The Galactic Federation fighters covered their rear, ensuring they had a clear path forward.

"Stay close and watch each other's backs!" Fox ordered as the team closed in on their target. His heart pounded in his chest, but his focus was razor-sharp.

Ahead, Andross's massive flagship loomed larger and larger, its ominous presence casting long shadows across the battlefield. The surface bristled with turrets and defenses, but Fox spotted a weakness—a small docking port just big enough for their Arwings.

"There! That's our way in!" Fox called out, his voice tense but steady.

Falco zoomed ahead, firing off a few precise shots to clear their path. "I'll clear the way! You guys follow me in!"

Slippy's cockpit lights flickered with warnings as they dodged a barrage of lasers. "This is gonna be tight! Are we sure we can fit through there?"

Fox grinned despite the tension. "We'll make it. We don't have a choice."

With a final burst of speed, the Arwings dived toward the docking port, slipping past the outer defenses in a tight formation. One by one, the ships squeezed through the narrow opening, the dark interior of Andross's flagship swallowing them whole.

As soon as they entered the docking bay, the atmosphere shifted—quiet, cold, and eerily still compared to the chaos outside. Their ships touched down, and Fox quickly scanned the corridor ahead.

"We're in," Fox said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Now we find Andross and end this."