Star Fox: The Next Generation Chapter 1

[Tiberius]

Tiberius was sitting in McCloud Ranch, getting ready for his trip to Corneria City. He used some temporary hair dye to make some Ts on his muzzle so he would look different. He got his fake ID, which was flawless, and put it in his wallet, putting that in his pants. He put his jacket on and walked out to his craft.

"I still don't see how that's going to work."Said a Red Vixen/Wolf Hybrid as she walked into the room her facial expression made her look some what content ,but dying.

Meanwhile In the skies of Corneria a  blue and white Craft entered the atmopshere the pilot  plotting in coordinates to a  Large Field near the ranch.

On the planet Cerina Krystal trains in the new Palaces Courtyard jumping from high places younger Cerinians  would be afraid of reaching..."I miss Fox and Lylat...,but I suppose it's better this way."Krystal muttered to herself looking over the courtyard able to see the palace walls from her position.

"Dont worry. I know what Im doing. Once Kari gets here, we're going to the city to find recruits.

Meanwhile, the roar of a powerfull engine echoed trought the streets of Corneria City. Bypasser stopped up and gasped in shook as a sleek, black sports car thundered past at a reckless speed, closely followed by a police cars, flying sirens and blues.

Behind the wheel of the Arthorius BiteShark (Credit to those who can figure out that synonym puzzle.) Odin let out a sly grin as he threw another look in the rearviw mirror. The police car was struggling to keep up, even in the tight traffic. Odin threw the car past a slow moving buss and revealed a long streetch of open road. He stamped the accelerator to the floor, the thunder from the powerhouse in front of him roose into a frantic crescendo as it fried the tires up to over 200 miles per hour. The police car started to fall behind, both unwilling and unable to keep up.

Odin let out a loud laugher to himself before he threw his head back and howled in triumph.

He stepped on the brakes and flinged the car into a sidestreet, the police was nowhere to be seen anymore.

Good for him. He had been doing this a lot of times now, playing cat and mouse with the authorities. But he figured he didn't want to strain his luck to far. After all, the fine for racing at four times the speed limit, evading numerous pursuits, and even blowing the engine of a police car wich tried to keep up with him once, could be pretty high. And even if his dad had the financial backbone to buy a small moon, he had told him time and time again that he wouldn't be a safety net for him. If he got himself up in some mess with the autorities, he would have to get out of it himself. That's what one learnt from.

He keept going at slow speeds now, evading attention as he started to draw close to his garage. The car was only gargling happily now, as it were glad to stretch it's legs and show the cops it's finned back. It was a rebel, like him.

Odin stopped it outside a garage door, walked out aunlocked it before he got back in and drove the car into safety. He shut it off and walked up to the garage door again, throwing suspicious glances up and down the street for anyone that might have seen him. But it was empty, as most dark alleys like this were. Satisfied, he closed the door again and locked it tight.

He let his hands run along the curvy fenders of the car as he walked past it. "We did good today, we did good." He mumbled, as he believed somehow it could hear him.

He took the ladder up to the second floor, his apartment.

The roof heigh was quite tall, which was required for someone of his build. There was an old sofa along the wall, with a pillow and a thick carpet. In front of it stood a solidly built wooden table, with a laptop on it. The only thing in the room that seemed new and expensive. In a corner there was an improvised kitchen, with a small cooker, fridge and closet. A door lead into the cramped bathroom, and to keep him in shape, there was a couple of heavy weights lying around, and a well worn punching bag hanging from the ceiling. He didn't have a cell phone, as they were to easy to track. His laptop had been encrypted tough, and were completely safe.

It wasn't much, but it was home.

He took of his leather jacket and threw it on the sofa before he walked up to the fridge and took a look inside. As normal, there were a couple of things there. But none of them that he knew with little effort could be combined into something remotely eatable. He grabbed a box of milk and took a long drink, almost emptying it before he put it back and slammed the door shut. He'd have to got out to get something to eat. He didn't feel for going shopping right now. The nearest grocer was quite far away, and he would have to wait some time and change to number plates on his car before he took that out for a spin again.

He decided he would go out and eat at Tony's instead. It was a small restaurant not very far away. Cheap, good food, and not to many cochroached and rats. He grabbed hold of his jacket again before he walked out and slammed the door behind himself.

[Kursed]

"how are you certain your sister is coming?"Alex asked before she tooka  large gulp from the water bottle full of some sort of juice that was in her hand.

[Tiberius]

"I can feel her getting near." he said. He walked over to a control panel and scanned for other crafts.

[Kursed]

"you know if her craft get's close enough her navigations and commnications will fail due to the jamming tower right?"Alex asked following Tiberius.

as Kari Mccloud neared the ground her ships novagation and communication system failed "DANGIT I FORGOT ABOut th jamming tower!sshe shouted slamming her fist on the console she landed then got out of her ship and headed for the front door knocking once she got to it.

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Quick question. If you want to keep the original idea of two full teams, we'll need more characters. Anything against me creating a member for the new StarWolf?)

[Guest Julius Quasar]

(for this RP, Attila is a villain/bad guy [at first]...)

Attila Sharavan has finished tampering with the TV in his cheap motel room.  Now he could watch TV without having to deposit coins.  "Stupid assholes..." he muttered, referring to the motel owners/operators.

As he watched the local news, he worked on cleaning and servicing his SPAS 12 customized shotgun and its accessories.

[Tiberius]

(Quick question. If you want to keep the original idea of two full teams, we'll need more characters. Anything against me creating a member for the new StarWolf?)

(I have nothing against it)

Tiberius opened the door to find his sister Kari. "Kari!" he hugged her (but not too tight) overjoyed to see her after so long. "How are you?"

[Kursed]

(I have nothing against it)

Tiberius opened the door to find his sister Kari. "Kari!" he hugged her (but not too tight) overjoyed to see her after so long. "How are you?"

KAri almost jumped back in suprize when Tiberius greeted her. (You take all the fun out of it. ) "Fine at least Cerinia was better than this junk planet what happened here?"She askde.

[Guest Julius Quasar]

As Attila finished servicing and cleaning his shotgun, he put it back together, and placed it in its case.  He lay back on the bed, eating sour cream and onion flavored potato chips, non-ruffled, and watched tv.

Someone pounded on the common wall of the motel room "Hey, turn your TV down in there, I have a hangover!" the neighbor in the next room shouted.

"**** YOU!" Attila shouted in response.  Attila then picked up the flier he had snatched from the seedy bar down the road, with cryptic advertisements for hired criminal/mercenary work.  He read the ads, translating what they meant, understanding what they meant...

"Boring...crap...no way...not enough money for the work...hmmm...maybe..."

[Tiberius]

"Corruption, Kari. Letting a maniac get sworn into office." he said. "Are you ready to find recruits?" he asked.

[Kursed]

"only if it involves getting Dad and mom back together."Kari replied.

[Tiberius]

"It will. We need to find at least one person. Dad's going to make a call to Mom telling her to come here and get us to Cerinia or Fichina.

[Kursed]

"Okay so what's your plan and we better Hurry alex isn't looking to good."Kari replied

[Guest Julius Quasar]

Attila scanned the flier, and found something that caught his eye....he cocked an eyebrow.

"Sweet..." he circled the ad, shut off the TV, and made a transmission communique...then he sent it to to the listed coordinates in the ad.

When he finished, he walked over to the window, and stared down at the parking lot, glaring at the people in the street below, in front of the motel...for almost an hour....

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Okay, the following character is one I just came up with for this RP. She has no connection to my fanfic or any other RP's I have, or will participate in. It will probably be a bit strange to roleplay as someone of the opposite sex, but it should be an interesting experience.

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Name: Freya O'Donnell...

Age: 19

Species: Wolf

Appearance: Light gray fur, half-long, black hair and blue eyes. Quite tall and with a slim, but atlethic build.

Clothing and equipment: Dark green flightjacket, tightfitting light, gray pants, brown belt with golden buckle and tall, black boots. This is what she looks like. I knew this would come to use some day. She has no preferences when it comes to firearms, but for the most part wields a pair of identical, rapid firing blasters, which she has an impressively quick draw with. Her preferred fighter of choice is the Wolfen.

Personality: A true ice-princess that strives to keep her feelings behind her hard outer shell. Freya has a very strong sense of honor and morale, but care little for the laws of other communities.

Background: Being the only child of crimelord Wolf O'Donnell, it was only to be expected that she would take over as the leader of the mercenary sqadron known as StarWolf. After its old members, Wolf, Leon and Panther, retired from active duty, she have taken the task upon herself to gather dependable and skilled pilots to be her wingmen in the future.

Skills: Advanced flight, advanced meele and basic gunfigthing.

Theme song: "Poison" by Alice Cooper

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To keep my two characters seperate, I will post things regarding Odin in RED, while anything regarding Freya in ORANGE.)

Over the skies of Corneria, a small aircraft decended. The black and red paintjob absorbed the sunlight and didn't reflect anything that would make it easier to spot. It's jagged wings was angled forwards for increased manuverability. It was like a falcon among pigeons as it darted past comercial aircrafts and small cargo ships on it's way down to Corneria City.

Everyone clearly tried to stay out of its way, only flipping it the middle finger once it had passed them. No one wanted cross Wolf O'Donnell, and even less Leon Powalski. Panther Caruse was definatively not one to anger either.

But the pilot of the Wolfen was neither of those. Behind the tinted canopy sat a young female, handling the fighter with her fingetips, as it was an extention of her own body. She pressed a clawed finger lightly againt a button in front of her before she said out clearly: "Dad". A second after, she was responded by the AI-voice of her fighter. "Dialing Wolf O'Donnell.", followed by a series of low beeps before the call was answered.

"Yeah?" a deep and hoarse voice came out of the speakers. "Hi dad." Freya replied with a smile. "I'm decending down on Corneria City as we speak. Any idea on where I should start looking for promising pilots?"

There was a shot pause before the voice of Wolf responded. "Well, there's this old bar downtown where there always are some tough guys hanging around. At least it used to be... You are wearing my belt buckle, aren't you?"

Freya let a hand slide down and brush over the golden buckle shaped like a wolfs head. "Yes I am." She replied.

"Good." Wolf replied. "I don't want you to get into trouble just because you're a..."

"Woman?" Freya replied tonelessly as she put the Wolfen into a hard righthander.

"Girl." Wolf replied. "They won't dare to put their filthy hands on my daughter if they knew you are. Just be carefull... Alright?"

Freya laughed out a little in response. "Don't worry oldie. I can take care of myself. Freya out." She turned off the com link and focused her attention on finding a suitable landing spot again.

Corneria City had several million inhabitants, there was bound to be at least a couple worthy of flying as her wingmates.

[Kursed]

(.

nice picture reminds me a bit of a fan charater in  paths of fate called KIra O'donnel though.

[Guest Julius Quasar]

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Name: Freya O'Donnell...

Age: 19

Species: Wolf

Appearance: Light gray fur, half-long, black hair and blue eyes. Quite tall and with a slim, but atlethic build.

Clothing and equipment: Dark green flightjacket, tightfitting light, gray pants, brown belt with golden buckle and tall, black boots. This is what she looks like. I knew this would come to use some day. She has no preferences when it comes to firearms, but for the most part wields a pair of identical, rapid firing blasters, which she has an impressively quick draw with. Her preferred fighter of choice is the Wolfen.

Personality: A true ice-princess that strives to keep her feelings behind her hard outer shell. Freya has a very strong sense of honor and morale, but care little for the laws of other communities.

Background: Being the only child of crimelord Wolf O'Donnell, it was only to be expected that she would take over as the leader of the mercenary sqadron known as StarWolf. After its old members, Wolf, Leon and Panther, retired from active duty, she have taken the task upon herself to gather dependable and skilled pilots to be her wingmen in the future.

Skills: Advanced flight, advanced meele and basic gunfigthing.

Theme song: "Poison" by Alice Cooper

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(Cool character!  Also, that's an awesome picture!  I love her theme song, too!)

[Tiberius]

"Okay so what's your plan and we better Hurry alex isn't looking to good."Kari replied

"Then Alex better stay here and rest. We need to go to Corneria City and pick up at least one person interested for the job." he said. He started to walk toward the hanger bay.

[Kursed]

"Then Alex better stay here and rest. We need to go to Corneria City and pick up at least one person interested for the job." he said. He started to walk toward the hanger bay.

"But Tiberius..."Alex asked following him "It's the planet makign me feel this way I'll live I just won't be in a very good mood."She added

KAri Followed behind Alex remaining silent as she walked into the hanger looking around the large metal structure.

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Make sure to pass by outside "Tony's" when you're in town. I've got a surprise for you.

Thanks to Julius and Kursed for the praise. )

[Guest Julius Quasar]

Attila smiled, as he read the ad he had circled/answered in the flier.

WANTED: PILOT/MERCENARY TO JOIN TEAM STAR WOLF.  MUST PROVIDE OWN WEAPONS, SHIP, EQUIPMENT, ETC.  SALARY IS "PAY-AS-WE-GO" BASIS.  SAFETY AND WELL BEING NOT GUARANTEED.  MUST BE WILLING TO DO ANYTHING WITHOUT QUESTION.

The contact transmission coordinates followed the text.

[Asper Sarnoff]

The Wolfen swept down like a raptor ready to land. Trough carefull manipulation of the controls, Freya held it gliding slowly towards the landing platform. The Wolfen was quite a tricky craft to land in comparison to the smaller Arwing. But that it gained back with more firepower and more thrust in the air.

Like a feather touching the ground, she sat it down on the landing platform before she switched off the engine and turned on the locker, which would prevent anyone but her from starting it again.

She removed her flight helmet, which she only wore when she didn't expect heavy dogfighting, she didn't need her view obstructed in such situations, before she shook her head to prevent her hair clinging into a silly hair style.

The bar Wolf had told her about where a couple of hundred yards away. She didn't want to park to far away, as she might need to leave in a hurry. She opened the canopy, climbed out on the wings before she jumped down and landed gracefully on her feet. A quick touch on a panel in her utility belt closed the canopy again.

She placed her hands on her hips as she surveyed her surroundings. It was definatively downtown allright.

She where glad Wolf had asked an old friend here to send out the word that Starwolf was recruting new pilots. It would be inevitable that every single mercenary pilot on the entire planet would flock to the city for a chance to fly under the colors of one of Lylats most successfull mercenary teams.

[Guest Julius Quasar]

(Make sure to pass by outside "Tony's" when you're in town. I've got a surprise for you.

Thanks to Julius and Kursed for the praise. )

(you're welcome, Asper! )

The Wolfen swept down like a raptor ready to land. Trough careful manipulation of the controls, Freya held it gliding slowly towards the landing platform. The Wolfen was quite a tricky craft to land in comparison to the smaller Arwing. But that it gained back with more firepower and more thrust in the air.

Like a feather touching the ground, she sat it down on the landing platform before she switched off the engine and turned on the locker, which would prevent anyone but her from starting it again.

She removed her flight helmet, which she only wore when she didn't expect heavy dogfighting, she didn't need her view obstructed in such situations, before she shook her head to prevent her hair clinging into a silly hair style.

The bar Wolf had told her about where a couple of hundred yards away. She didn't want to park to far away, as she might need to leave in a hurry. She opened the canopy, climbed out on the wings before she jumped down and landed gracefully on her feet. A quick touch on a panel in her utility belt closed the canopy again.

She placed her hands on her hips as she surveyed her surroundings. It was definitely downtown allright.

She where glad Wolf had asked an old friend here to send out the word that Starwolf was recruiting new pilots. It would be inevitable that every single mercenary pilot on the entire planet would flock to the city for a chance to fly under the colors of one of Lylats most successfull mercenary teams.

Attila headed out, locking up his motel room, securing his shotgun in its locked case to the bed frame.  He packed his silenced laser pistol and his carbon fiber combat knife, and headed to the bar where  Freya was headed, unbeknown to him.

[Tiberius]

"But Tiberius..."Alex asked following him "It's the planet makign me feel this way I'll live I just won't be in a very good mood."She added

KAri Followed behind Alex remaining silent as she walked into the hanger looking around the large metal structure.

He paused, looking at her worriedly. "Alright. Just stay close to me."

[Kursed]

Alex nodded not saying another word.