Star Fox: The Next Generation Chapter 1

[Guest DRL]

(I will change his profile later)

"I am from Hyperia, being my home

city the Cyber Hyperis. The Commandar

is our leader, and he has shown simpady

for Mr Malon´s cause..."

The Liutenant explained, without losing

his tone of cordiality.

[Geo Stelar]

Steve didn't speak. At least I got to stay stealthy of my actions, Steve thought, then continued escorting.

[Guest DRL]

"...But, I voluntered myself

with the idea of a leader of

good... Mr. Malon... I am not

sure. Something tells me that

he is hidding something; however,

it may be to early to take conclusions..."

He added, his tone sounding slightly

worried.

[Geo Stelar]

Steve listened. At least now he wasn't the only one being suspicious.

[Star_Dragon]

(I am *assuming* that I have been approved to join this RP, judging by the PM that asper sent me. However, I will be able to post only every friday from 6:30 AM to about 3:45 PM. If one day a week is not enough, tell me.)

(If you don't know who the following characters are - or what team they are - please consult my "Star Dragon's RP Characters" thread over in the character profiles area.)

(Don't hate me for the following paragraphs of text, I was asked to do this... I think...)

    Kylet'oran Jek'ari. Kyle Anderson. Razuul Kedd'khan. Jason "JC" Denton. The members of the Shadow Warrior Alpha Team, otherwise known as SWAT. For years, they hunted criminals and Terrorists across the galaxy. Now, however, they had been called my a man known as "Mr. Malon" (Or whatever his name was) to hunt down and destroy Star Fox and Star Wolf.

    SWAT's ship, a Dragonarian Dragon-class Battleship Refit, dropped out of warp speed at Corneria.

(Is someone controlling Mr. Malon?)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Well, I think I said we didn't want more than one character per player. We're pretty much filled up as it is.

And your character is also on the team with Geo, DRL and Tomas20. You're part of the Cornerian military, handpicked by Malon(controlled by Tiberius) for special missions.)

She tensed a little, and pulled away, doing a slow circuit around her half of the cell instead, her back to him. It wasn't so much that he had stepped back up to challenge her, she'd expected as much. It was what she'd seen in his eyes. There was something there that was warm and gentle and far away. And it terrified her.

"That's none of your business!" She growled. She heard him walk away and sit down on his bed. She turned slightly, and unfamiliar pang of guilt at his put off expression. "...I came on... personal business. My father doesn't know I'm here."

That pause at the end... The slight hesitation when she mentioned her father... There was bad blood between the lord of Sargasso and his daughter, one didn't need to be a genious to understand that. Also, surprisingly, she was speaking to him calmly. Odin decided to see if he could get something out of her.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you have ran into problems with your old man." He said, turning his head slightly to watch her from the corner of his eye.

[Guest Julius Quasar]

(Well, I think I said we didn't want more than one character per player. We're pretty much filled up as it is.

And your character is also on the team with Geo, DRL and Tomas20. You're part of the Cornerian military, handpicked by Malon(controlled by Tiberius) for special missions.)

(I'm gonna pull out of this RP, seeing as how I guess I've run my course here, and a certain player is being a prick to me, I think I've done all I can do, and this RP has become too confusing and complicated.  But no one can use my fan characters Cliff McCloud and/or Attila Sharavan here, or anywhere else without my permission.  Thank you.)

[Fira-Astrali]

(I'm gonna pull out of this RP, seeing as how I guess I've run my course here, and a certain player is being a prick to me, I think I've done all I can do, and this RP has become too confusing and complicated.  But no one can use my fan characters Cliff McCloud and/or Attila Sharavan here, or anywhere else without my permission.  Thank you.)

(aww, that sucks   )

Freya just grunted a response to Odin, sitting down on her cot and glaring at him. He obviously could read her like a book, because he chuckled.

"That bad, huh?"

"...Maybe." She sighed heavily, too tired to dance around his questions much longer.

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Hey Julius, please don't leave us for good. We're going to get Starwolf back together again and in action after Wolf has cooled down a little. Can I advice you to just make a temporary leave from the RP and think about it a while as we mend things together again?)

Odin leaned his head back towards the cold concrete wall behind him. His breath appeared as mist in the cold air.

He threw another glance at the figure sitting at the other side of the bars. Since he had first seen her that moment on Corneria, and especially after Fichinia, he had never figured he would see her express such... vulnerability as she was doing right now.

Was it to odd? Perhaps not. He remembered how hard his dad has pushed him over the years, making sure whatever the world would throw at him later, he could take it, and he couldn't imagine Wolf was any different.

Why did he... care for this person? She had tricked him, been ready to torture him, perhaps even kill him. Or had she? Was the darkness he had seen in her just an extention of the cruel and twisted sould working trough her, her father?

"I know the feeling. My father wasn't easy to grow up with either." He said out loud, still not directly to her. "But, I'm not going to pretend I've been trough as much crap as you've done."

He sighed out loud, his breath again crystalizing in front of him as he looked down. "What I'm trying to say is, despite that you probably don't want any compassion from me, I feel sorry for you."

[Tiberius]

(I am *assuming* that I have been approved to join this RP, judging by the PM that asper sent me. However, I will be able to post only every friday from 6:30 AM to about 3:45 PM. If one day a week is not enough, tell me.)

(If you don't know who the following characters are - or what team they are - please consult my "Star Dragon's RP Characters" thread over in the character profiles area.)

(Don't hate me for the following paragraphs of text, I was asked to do this... I think...)

    Kylet'oran Jek'ari. Kyle Anderson. Razuul Kedd'khan. Jason "JC" Denton. The members of the Shadow Warrior Alpha Team, otherwise known as SWAT. For years, they hunted criminals and Terrorists across the galaxy. Now, however, they had been called my a man known as "Mr. Malon" (Or whatever his name was) to hunt down and destroy Star Fox and Star Wolf.

    SWAT's ship, a Dragonarian Dragon-class Battleship Refit, dropped out of warp speed at Corneria.

(Is someone controlling Mr. Malon?)

(this action was not approved. please explain what you are trying to do here in a pm. I will reply with instructions on how to correctly proceed. you can be in the rp, but I need to fit you in right. I am Malon, BTW)

[Fira-Astrali]

(Hey Julius, please don't leave us for good. We're going to get Starwolf back together again and in action after Wolf has cooled down a little. Can I advice you to just make a temporary leave from the RP and think about it a while as we mend things together again?)

Odin leaned his head back towards the cold concrete wall behind him. His breath appeared as mist in the cold air.

He threw another glance at the figure sitting at the other side of the bars. Since he had first seen her that moment on Corneria, and especially after Fichinia, he had never figured he would see her express such... vulnerability as she was doing right now.

Was it to odd? Perhaps not. He remembered how hard his dad has pushed him over the years, making sure whatever the world would throw at him later, he could take it, and he couldn't imagine Wolf was any different.

Why did he... care for this person? She had tricked him, been ready to torture him, perhaps even kill him. Or had she? Was the darkness he had seen in her just an extention of the cruel and twisted sould working trough her, her father?

"I know the feeling. My father wasn't easy to grow up with either." He said out loud, still not directly to her. "But, I'm not going to pretend I've been trough as much crap as you've done."

He sighed out loud, his breath again crystalizing in front of him as he looked down. "What I'm trying to say is, despite that you probably don't want any compassion from me, I feel sorry for you."

A new flash of anger appeared in her eyes. "You're right, I don't want your F%$&ing pity. I don't need you or anybody else to feel sorry for me!" she yelled loud enough to warrent a warning from the guard on duty.

"That's not what I meant," Odin said quickly, trying to back track. "I mean, it's not in the way you took it. I know you don't want pity."

She glared at him from the bed. "My father's not a bad man. He's just..." Her sentence ended when she noticed the singing of tears in her eyes. She tried to wipe them away before Odin could see them, but she doubted it had worked.

[Asper Sarnoff]

A new flash of anger appeared in her eyes. "You're right, I don't want your F%$&ing pity. I don't need you or anybody else to feel sorry for me!" she yelled loud enough to warrent a warning from the guard on duty.

"That's not what I meant," Odin said quickly, trying to back track. "I mean, it's not in the way you took it. I know you don't want pity."

She glared at him from the bed. "My father's not a bad man. He's just..." Her sentence ended when she noticed the singing of tears in her eyes. She tried to wipe them away before Odin could see them, but she doubted it had worked.

The tears rippling down from her eyes before she wiped them away was enough of a confirmation of his suspicions. "Just?" He asked. She didn't answer. "It will help if you speak about it to someone instead of letting it burn you to ashes from within." He said, aching himself a little bit closer to the bars. He was now sitting in the corner where the wall behind him meet the bars. He packed his jacket closer around himself. It was getting chillier. The harsh wind coming in from the sea was to blame for that.

[Guest Julius Quasar]

(Hey Julius, please don't leave us for good. We're going to get Starwolf back together again and in action after Wolf has cooled down a little. Can I advice you to just make a temporary leave from the RP and think about it a while as we mend things together again?)

(okay...)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(okay...)

(Thanks Julius. I'd really like to have you along on this.)

[Tiberius]

Tiberius walked to the bay and got in his fighter. He waited for Alex as he made preflight checks. 

[Kursed]

"Are you sure we'll be okay Ti I have a bad feeling about this."Alex said as she climbed into her arwing.

[Tiberius]

"I don't know, Alex. Stay frosty." said Tiberius.

[Kursed]

"It's not that cold in here."Alex replied starting the engine of the arwing.

[Tiberius]

"Umm... That's not what I meant." said Tiberius. He took off and waited for Alex outside.

[Guest DRL]

(okay...)

(No seriously, I think that

we NEED YOU!... or maybe it

is me...)

[Tiberius]

(get ready for a fight DRL unless Kursed's off)

[Kursed]

"Umm... That's not what I meant." said Tiberius. He took off and waited for Alex outside.

"Well i'm new to your pilot slang so forgive me you can't get everything from telepathy."Alex grumbled as she took off following Ti.

[Geo Stelar]

As Steve flew above the waste transport he looked around him. There were no wildlife. No plants. If Malon were such a good leader, then how could he let this happen? He had let acid rain pour over Corneria, without doing anything about it. Instead Malon just made people wear gas masks and jackets. Do I really fit in here?, Steve thought. Steve's mind was racing.

[Tiberius]

Tiberius found the transport and attempted to communicate. "Thats odd. Communications are being jammed. Ready weapons." he said.

[Kursed]

"Way ahead of ya."Alex muttered  putting the transport in  her crosshairs.

Krystal looked at her whacth "Where is Panther I told him to meet me here 5 hours ago."She muttered toherslef lookign around the bar for the purple feline.