Always Another Way: Whatever Happened to that Guy?

[Guest Spiralp]

AN: This is my first posted Fan Fic, hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 1:

“No one cares.” A despondent Slippy paces the Loading Dock. Amanda followed him.

“That’s not true Slippy, I care.” She said, reaching out for his hand. She couldn’t catch it.

“I know you care, but I want to be as recognized as any of the other guys. They still laugh at me, make fun of me…” He sat, putting his head in his hands. Amanda sat next to him, hugging him gently.

“Recognition isn’t everything.” She said, rocking back and forth. “You can’t let this get you down…”She said. At that precise moment, the Bay Doors slid open, revealing a conversing Falco and Katt. They walked in slowly, Katt giggling softly. Falco looked up and saw Slippy.

“Well, if it isn’t frog-face. Shouldn’t you be off in your pond somewhere?” He asked, laughing.

“Shut up…” Slippy said angrily.

“Aw… why should I? You gonna cry?” He laughed again.

“Shut up!” Slippy yelled. Amanda looked to hi, and shook her head.

Falco knelt down to face him. “Make me,” He punched him lightly in the chest. Slippy let all of his rage take over his mental being. He leapt forward, tackling Falco to the ground and beginning to wail on his face. Falco easily tossed Slippy off of him and jumped to his feet. “Geez, calm down Slip. What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

“It’s all of you!!!!” He said, pointing angrily at Falco, tears in his eyes. “I’m just a joke to all of you. You don’t care, you never cared!!”

“Slip that’s stupid.” Falco said. “If that was true, why would we risk our necks to save you from the thing on Titania a few years ago?”

“So you could take my part of the Paycheck.” He said, wiping the tears from his eyes and jumping into his Bullfrog. “Come on Amanda.” He said, blasting out of the ship. Amanda looked stunned for a few seconds, but jumped into her Bullfrog and blasted off after him. Falco chuckled slightly and walked away, talking with Katt again.

Fen heard the door to his shop open in the distance. He paid it no attention and turned back to his work. Before him stood an unfinished compact vehicle; most of its armor was still missing, the paintjob was only half done and there were still various parts scattered about on the ground. He heard footsteps behind him. He wiped his hands on his red hunting vest and continued to work.

“May I help you?” He asked.

“I’d at least expect a hello from an old friend.” Slippy grinned. Fen didn’t turn around.

“Oh, Slippy, you should have said you were coming…” he said. “What do you think of her so far?”

Slippy ignored the question. “I need parts from you. I need a…”

Fen laughed. “What makes you think I’ll give them to you? Especially since you took my idea for the Demon Sniper.”

“That didn’t even go anywhere. They said it was too powerful!”

“But I still seem to remember you saying ‘Oh, so what if the torpedoes have lights on them, it wouldn’t be any help.’” The bobcat sighed.

“Just… cut it out. Are you going to help me or not?”

“What do you need help for anyway?” He asked, grunting as he tightened a bolt.

“I need parts for weapons, parts that can be mass produced.” He said,

Fen sighed, brushing off his khaki cargo shorts. “Mass produced. Why?” He asked.

“Just because.” He said.

“No, not unless you give me a reason.”

Slippy chuckled. “See… the thing about that is you don’t have a choice.” Fen heard various blasters activate and begin to charge. Fen stood and turned to look at them.

                “Funny, I don’t recognize any of these guys…” He said, removing the goggles from his head and wiping his face.

                “They follow my orders. If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll have them shoot you.” Slippy said. Fen shook his head.

                “Seems you’ve changed again, old friend.” He grinned. He walked forward two steps, then laughed. “Alright, fine. I’ll give you your parts, just… come back to the storage room.” He said, walking ahead. Slippy grinned to himself as they followed behind him. Fen grinned to himself. “You really have changed Slippy.” He stopped. In one swift movement, he attacked one of Slippy’s guards and commandeered his Blaster. He shot one of the guards and rolled to the left to dodge the other two’s fire. He shot at another and began to run for his docking garage.

              “Get him!!!” Slippy fumed. The remaining 4 guards rushed after him, firing rapidly and randomly. Fen began to run from side to side in a snaking motion to avoid the oncoming Blaster fire. Within seconds he reached the garage, closing and sealing the entrance behind him. He heard furious banging on the door. Fen sighed.

              “What does he want weapon parts for…” Fen thought. He heard a hard bang on the door and jumped slightly. The door was close to flying off its hinges at another bang.  “I’ve got to get out of here…” He said. He ran to the other side of the garage and slammed his paw down on a button. The door to the garage opened, letting in the harsh Titania winds fly in. He dashed over to one of his self made vehicles named “Psychoslider.” It was low to the ground with 3 hoverpads underneath, very light armor, 1 seat, and two Gauss Cannons. It looked similar to a Hover Bike, but much more detailed. He jumped on his craft and sped out of the garage and into the dangerous Titanian exterior. Slippy’s subordinates broke the door down as he made his escape.

             “BLAST IT!!!!” Slippy kicked a wall several times. He sighed, resting his head on the wall. “Alright, whatever. Gather what you can and meet me back on the ship.” He grumbled, walking back through the Blaster scorched shop and to his Bullfrog stationed out front. Amanda met him before he could climb in.

             “How’d it go?” She asked him, giving him a hug.

             “Awful. He got away, so Starfox is probably going to find out we’re up to something. We’ve found what we’re looking for though, so I guess that’s a plus…” He droned. She smiled, kissing his cheek.

            “Well then, let’s load them up and get out of here.” She said. “I hate this place…”   

[TakeWalker]

Hmm, this needs work. I don't want to go into detail right now, but I'll say a few things. First, this is seriously out of character for Slippy. The whining I can understand, maybe, but even still, I think it's a bit much. Then he becomes this crazed lunatic... I just don't see it. Second, who's Amanda? And why would she support this maniac, without seemingly being a maniac herself?

So I'm not sold on this at all. And that has nothing to do with the mechanics of the piece, but I'll leave those for another time.

[Guest Spiralp]

Amanda's from Command. It actually originated in a debate my friend and a VGCats comic I saw. I just thought anyone who gets picked on as much as Slippy would have to go crazy sometime... right?

[TakeWalker]

I don't see him lashing out like this. Or at least, not to this extreme. I can see him becoming withdrawn and completely emo, but I'd also rather not read a story about that.

So if you think this is how he's going to act, you need to sell me on it. Because right now, I'm not buyin' it.

[Leo K. Lighthouse]

being a little rough on the new guy, aren't you.

although he's right even the first few lines are not believable, but your descriptions are, as far as I've read, well done and I can say you seem to keep the story very focussed, I suggest finding someone who's good with characters, and bounce your ideas off them before publishing them like this.

[TakeWalker]

being a little rough on the new guy, aren't you.

When am I not?

If they can't take the heat, they can get out of my kitchen.

[Leo K. Lighthouse]

When am I not?

If they can't take the heat, they can get out of my kitchen.

Oh, no your never nice to newbies, never. Espessialy not me. *Sardonics*

and isn't this his thread?

[TakeWalker]

His thread, my field, thus, my kitchen. <.< Note that this is my attitude on boards where I'm not a mod, too.

And you're an all right kid, no worries.

[Leo K. Lighthouse]

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