Star Fox: The Next Generation Chapter 1

[Tiberius]

"Fox Is it true we'll be using the old Asteroid base as a homebase for awhile?" Krystal asked.

"Probably." said Fox. "We need to keep mobile for now."

[Kursed]

"if the thrusters still work we can move the base."Krystal noted.

[Showtime 1-1]

(Just so you guys know, I'm still lurking around here. I'm happy to watch this plot with Freya and Odin, but if you need Silver's help, just give me a cue.)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Just so you guys know, I'm still lurking around here. I'm happy to watch this plot with Freya and Odin, but if you need Silver's help, just give me a cue.)

(Thanks Showtime. I and Fira are having a lot of fun with it as well.)

"Oh yea, like a baby," she growled, sitting up and stretching. "So how's about this whole escaping thing? I think I might go crazy if i have to stay here one more day."

"Same here." Odin agreed, pacing impatiently back and forth in the cell.

Freya cocked an eyebrow and made an annoyed face. "And when, are you going to tell me how we're going to escape?" Odin stopped up and looked at her. "I'd rather show you." He said, a sly smile flickering over his lips.

It was at that exact moment Odin could hear the sound of small metal pieces banging against each other, and his ears flickered as he heard a key was inserted into the lock, twisted, and the loud grinding as the door was forced open on rusty hinges.

A Doberman entered the cell, carrying a large cardboard box, which he sat down on the floor right inside the door.

"You have ten minutes, use them well!" He barked to them before he turned around and left, slamming the door shut behind them.

Odin quickly leapt for the box and dragged it away from the door, into the blindzone from the peephole in the cell door and to the bars. "We haven't got much time." He said to Freya, which had approached the bars separating them and had knelt down right by him, curious on what he was up to.

The box contained a bowl made of ceramic, a plastic bottle filled with water, a toughlooking portable stove with a self-igniter, and a small chunk of cheap soap. Odin squired some water onto his hands before he handed the bottle over to Freya trough the bars. "We won't need that. Drink if you're thirsty." He said as he started to pack the bowl into his jacket. "I don't want them to hear us, yet." He said before he tossed it into the floor. The sound of the bowl splintering could barely be heard trough the thick leather. Odin quickly unpacked it and started to look trough the fragments until he had found the largest one, a concave potsherd about 10 centimeters in diameter.

Odin put it aside and started to prepare the portable stove, igniting it before placing it on the floor. He grabbed the soap, put it onto the potsherd and after some slight hesitation, he held it over the portable stove.

It soon started to heat up, and Odin was fighting to refrain from simply dropping the soap and pull his hand away from the heat. The fur on his hands curled, twisted itself and smoked slightly, but the water he had soaked them in would keep them from cathing fire, hopefully until he were finished.

"I came to think of it yesterday." He whispered to Freya, which eyes were fixated in horror on what he was doing. "These prisons are tight on the money, and I'm willing to bet they won't spend much on the wellbeing of their prisoners. I saw an article in a newspaper some years ago about a firm which had found a new, revolutionary recipe for soap. Not that it was particularly good, but because it was simple and cheap."

He groaned in discomfort as he looked down at the chunk of soap, which was now well on its way to melting into a thick, gray substance. "Simply put, they're made of wax, with a nonlethal amount of an artificial acid. The acid simply etch the dirt of your hands. They'll also make your hands sore, but that was a price worth paying for large institutions like this."

Slowly, he pulled his hand out of the flame. The soap had now melted fully and filled the small potsherd up to the brim. "The acid is also surprisingly heavier than the wax, so the wax now floats on top of it and protects it. Once separated, the acid will remain liquid." Odin said as he carefully put it down on the floor next to the bars.

"Take it, and hide it behind the matres, out of sight from here." Odin stuttered as he again took the bottle of water and quenched the burnt hand in water. It hissed loud as the sparks in his fur was put out, and faint trails of black smoke rose up from it, along with the stench of burnt fur.

"Now, we need to get to the second phase of the plan." Odin said as he put the portable stove, the waterbottle, and most of the shards and fragments from the broken bowl back into the carboard box. "It won't be pretty, you don't need to look."

With that, he got up on his feet, holding one of the larger potsherd in his hand, and then he threw it down. It shattered with a loud crash as it hit the floor, shortly rivaled when Odin shouted out an overly loud. "Oh, son of a...!"

Within seconds, the Doberman and another guard had entered the cell. "Terribly sorry guys." Odin said with tacked-on regret as he started to pick up the remaining shards from the floor and putting them in the cardboard box. "Dropped it, and the stupid thing broke." He continued as he got finished and got up on his feet again. He was carefull to keep the burnt hand out of the guards sight.

"Swine!" The Doberman barked as he pulled out a baton from his belt and started to slowly circle around Odin. Without warning, he swung it with all his strength and hit Odin in the back of the knees, causing the wolf to drop down on his knees with a loud groan of pain.

"Clumsy! Idiot!" The dog barked again, launching a kick which hit Odin square in the abdomen, causing him to curl foreward, gasping for his breath. The other guard took out his baton as well, and together, the two dogs set about beating him up. What probably lasted only half a minute felt like an eternity to Odin as he curled up on the floor, protecting his head with his healthy hand.

Finally, they stopped. "That's enough for now." The Doberman said, in the sleazy voice he used when he didn't bark. "We will come back later, many times." He sneered before he launched a big clot of spit at the downed wolf.

The other dog grabbed the cardboard box, and together, they left the cell and slammed the door behind them again.

Odin was laying curled up and immobile on the cell floor, not showing any signs of life.

[Geo Stelar]

Finally, they stopped. "That's enough for now." The Doberman said, in the sleazy voice he used when he didn't bark. "We will come back later, many times." He sneered before he launched a big clot of spit at the downed wolf.

The other dog grabbed the cardboard box, and together, they left the cell and slammed the door behind them again.

Odin was laying curled up and immobile on the cell floor, not showing any signs of life.

(!!!! Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!!!! Joke )

[Kursed]

(krystal's gonnna be bandaging him up when he gets back )

Krystal was getting worried about Odin. She alked into  her private rom one she used when she didn't feel like sleeping with fox and called up Odin's Father hopeing he knew where he was.

[Guest Julius Quasar]

(Just so you guys know, I'm still lurking around here. I'm happy to watch this plot with Freya and Odin, but if you need Silver's help, just give me a cue.)

(Same here, if you guys need Cliff and Attila, just let me know)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(!!!! Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!!!! Joke )

( )

(krystal's gonnna be bandaging him up when he gets back )

Krystal was getting worried about Odin. She alked into  her private rom one she used when she didn't feel like sleeping with fox and called up Odin's Father hopeing he knew where he was.

(Ah, he'll be fine.)

A long series of beeps of varying tone and length could be heard as Krystals signal was run trough encryptors. After around half a minute, the call was answered by a deep, hoarse voice. "Yeah?"

(Same here, if you guys need Cliff and Attila, just let me know)

(Odin and Freya, and me and Fira for that matter, have a bit to go still. You could however try to square up between your and Showtimes characters if you'd like something to do again. When Freya and Odin escape, Starwolf will become a team again, so any disagreement should be settled before then.)

[Kursed]

"Hey this is Krystal Do you know where Odin is sir?"KRystal asked knowing obviously this was a secure line.

[Asper Sarnoff]

"Hey this is Krystal Do you know where Odin is sir?"KRystal asked knowing obviously this was a secure line.

There was a long silence before the answer came. "Wasn't he supposed to be with you?"

[Kursed]

"he left on offical buisness and I havn't heard from him since I thought you'd know being his father."Krystal replied.

[Asper Sarnoff]

"He hasn't been in contact with me since you left Fichinia." Answered Fenris. "You're worried for him?"

[Fira-Astrali]

(Thanks Showtime. I and Fira are having a lot of fun with it as well.)

"Same here." Odin agreed, pacing impatiently back and forth in the cell.

Freya cocked an eyebrow and made an annoyed face. "And when, are you going to tell me how we're going to escape?" Odin stopped up and looked at her. "I'd rather show you." He said, a sly smile flickering over his lips.

It was at that exact moment Odin could hear the sound of small metal pieces banging against each other, and his ears flickered as he heard a key was inserted into the lock, twisted, and the loud grinding as the door was forced open on rusty hinges.

A Doberman entered the cell, carrying a large cardboard box, which he sat down on the floor right inside the door.

"You have ten minutes, use them well!" He barked to them before he turned around and left, slamming the door shut behind them.

Odin quickly leapt for the box and dragged it away from the door, into the blindzone from the peephole in the cell door and to the bars. "We haven't got much time." He said to Freya, which had approached the bars separating them and had knelt down right by him, curious on what he was up to.

The box contained a bowl made of ceramic, a plastic bottle filled with water, a toughlooking portable stove with a self-igniter, and a small chunk of cheap soap. Odin squired some water onto his hands before he handed the bottle over to Freya trough the bars. "We won't need that. Drink if you're thirsty." He said as he started to pack the bowl into his jacket. "I don't want them to hear us, yet." He said before he tossed it into the floor. The sound of the bowl splintering could barely be heard trough the thick leather. Odin quickly unpacked it and started to look trough the fragments until he had found the largest one, a concave potsherd about 10 centimeters in diameter.

Odin put it aside and started to prepare the portable stove, igniting it before placing it on the floor. He grabbed the soap, put it onto the potsherd and after some slight hesitation, he held it over the portable stove.

It soon started to heat up, and Odin was fighting to refrain from simply dropping the soap and pull his hand away from the heat. The fur on his hands curled, twisted itself and smoked slightly, but the water he had soaked them in would keep them from cathing fire, hopefully until he were finished.

"I came to think of it yesterday." He whispered to Freya, which eyes were fixated in horror on what he was doing. "These prisons are tight on the money, and I'm willing to bet they won't spend much on the wellbeing of their prisoners. I saw an article in a newspaper some years ago about a firm which had found a new, revolutionary recipe for soap. Not that it was particularly good, but because it was simple and cheap."

He groaned in discomfort as he looked down at the chunk of soap, which was now well on its way to melting into a thick, gray substance. "Simply put, they're made of wax, with a nonlethal amount of an artificial acid. The acid simply etch the dirt of your hands. They'll also make your hands sore, but that was a price worth paying for large institutions like this."

Slowly, he pulled his hand out of the flame. The soap had now melted fully and filled the small potsherd up to the brim. "The acid is also surprisingly heavier than the wax, so the wax now floats on top of it and protects it. Once separated, the acid will remain liquid." Odin said as he carefully put it down on the floor next to the bars.

"Take it, and hide it behind the matres, out of sight from here." Odin stuttered as he again took the bottle of water and quenched the burnt hand in water. It hissed loud as the sparks in his fur was put out, and faint trails of black smoke rose up from it, along with the stench of burnt fur.

"Now, we need to get to the second phase of the plan." Odin said as he put the portable stove, the waterbottle, and most of the shards and fragments from the broken bowl back into the carboard box. "It won't be pretty, you don't need to look."

With that, he got up on his feet, holding one of the larger potsherd in his hand, and then he threw it down. It shattered with a loud crash as it hit the floor, shortly rivaled when Odin shouted out an overly loud. "Oh, son of a...!"

Within seconds, the Doberman and another guard had entered the cell. "Terribly sorry guys." Odin said with tacked-on regret as he started to pick up the remaining shards from the floor and putting them in the cardboard box. "Dropped it, and the stupid thing broke." He continued as he got finished and got up on his feet again. He was carefull to keep the burnt hand out of the guards sight.

"Swine!" The Doberman barked as he pulled out a baton from his belt and started to slowly circle around Odin. Without warning, he swung it with all his strength and hit Odin in the back of the knees, causing the wolf to drop down on his knees with a loud groan of pain.

"Clumsy! Idiot!" The dog barked again, launching a kick which hit Odin square in the abdomen, causing him to curl foreward, gasping for his breath. The other guard took out his baton as well, and together, the two dogs set about beating him up. What probably lasted only half a minute felt like an eternity to Odin as he curled up on the floor, protecting his head with his healthy hand.

Finally, they stopped. "That's enough for now." The Doberman said, in the sleazy voice he used when he didn't bark. "We will come back later, many times." He sneered before he launched a big clot of spit at the downed wolf.

The other dog grabbed the cardboard box, and together, they left the cell and slammed the door behind them again.

Odin was laying curled up and immobile on the cell floor, not showing any signs of life.

(Can I ask why Odin didn't just use the bowl  )

Freya watched with suspicion as he pulled out a shard of the bowl from his coat, placing the soap in it and holding it over the hot plate. He began to explain what he was doing in a hushed tone, but that didn't hide the obvious pain in his features, or the smell of burning fur.

"Odin. Odin... Odin!" she snapped, half crawling up the bars, trying to get in and stop him. He just kept explaining, ignoring her whispered cries. His talking was almost compulsive, giving him something else to think about besides the pain of his hand. Finally, he drew back his hand from the heat. Freya let out a breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding.

"Now, we need to get to the second phase of the plan." Odin said as he put the portable stove, the waterbottle, and most of the shards and fragments from the broken bowl back into the carboard box. "It won't be pretty, you don't need to look."

She was just about to ask him if she looked like some child that needed to cover her eyes during the icky parts, when he picked up the box and threw it back down on the floor, cussing shortly after it hit the ground. The doberman came in with a partner, and he apologized sheepishly for his clumsiness. All in all, he was very convincing. Until the big man cracked him in the back of the knees with his baton. Odin toppled, and the dogs fell on him with more blows. Freya could only watch as Odin took the hits, trying to protect his head and hide his injured hand at the same time. When they finally stopped, one of them spit on the prone Odin. Freya couldn't stop a growl rising in her throat as they left. The one that had spit on him stopped, turned around, lunged at her and grabbed her by the collar, slamming her against the bars and pulling her close until his snarling muzzle was barely an inch from her own.

"What was that, sweetheart?" he hissed. Freya just glared at him. He twisted his grip until it was hard for her to breathe. "I asked you a question!" he looked her up and down. "Watch your mouth, you little b*tch, or your boyfriend won't be the only one I come back for." He pushed her as hard as he could, and she fell painfully against the hard cement floor. She didn't try to get up, didn't bother with any more defiance, it would only make things worse for both of them. She didn't move again until the guards had left.

When they had, she scrambled back to the bars. "Odin?" she hissed quietly, "Odin!" He did not move, did not respond at all. He just laid there motionless, curled against any more blows. Almost without thought, she reached out for him. She stretched as far as she could, but her fingers grasped at air, mere centimetres from his hunched shoulders. She gave up, and just sat there, watching for any sign that he wasn't actually hurt, that maybe he was just faking.

Odin, I don't know if this is part of your plan, but it sucks...

[Tiberius]

(Asper, you need to hurry it up. I'm waiting on you.)

[Kursed]

"He hasn't been in contact with me since you left Fichinia." Answered Fenris. "You're worried for him?"

"as much as i would my daughter."Krystal replied "I've heard nothing from him thank you anyway."Krystal repliednervously twirling her hair around her finger.

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Can I ask why Odin didn't just use the bowl  )

Freya watched with suspicion as he pulled out a shard of the bowl from his coat, placing the soap in it and holding it over the hot plate. He began to explain what he was doing in a hushed tone, but that didn't hide the obvious pain in his features, or the smell of burning fur.

"Odin. Odin... Odin!" she snapped, half crawling up the bars, trying to get in and stop him. He just kept explaining, ignoring her whispered cries. His talking was almost compulsive, giving him something else to think about besides the pain of his hand. Finally, he drew back his hand from the heat. Freya let out a breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding.

"Now, we need to get to the second phase of the plan." Odin said as he put the portable stove, the waterbottle, and most of the shards and fragments from the broken bowl back into the carboard box. "It won't be pretty, you don't need to look."

She was just about to ask him if she looked like some child that needed to cover her eyes during the icky parts, when he picked up the box and threw it back down on the floor, cussing shortly after it hit the ground. The doberman came in with a partner, and he apologized sheepishly for his clumsiness. All in all, he was very convincing. Until the big man cracked him in the back of the knees with his baton. Odin toppled, and the dogs fell on him with more blows. Freya could only watch as Odin took the hits, trying to protect his head and hide his injured hand at the same time. When they finally stopped, one of them spit on the prone Odin. Freya couldn't stop a growl rising in her throat as they left. The one that had spit on him stopped, turned around, lunged at her and grabbed her by the collar, slamming her against the bars and pulling her close until his snarling muzzle was barely an inch from her own.

"What was that, sweetheart?" he hissed. Freya just glared at him. He twisted his grip until it was hard for her to breathe. "I asked you a question!" he looked her up and down. "Watch your mouth, you little b*tch, or your boyfriend won't be the only one I come back for." He pushed her as hard as he could, and she fell painfully against the hard cement floor. She didn't try to get up, didn't bother with any more defiance, it would only make things worse for both of them. She didn't move again until the guards had left.

When they had, she scrambled back to the bars. "Odin?" she hissed quietly, "Odin!" He did not move, did not respond at all. He just laid there motionless, curled against any more blows. Almost without thought, she reached out for him. She stretched as far as she could, but her fingers grasped at air, mere centimetres from his hunched shoulders. She gave up, and just sat there, watching for any sign that he wasn't actually hurt, that maybe he was just faking.

Odin, I don't know if this is part of your plan, but it sucks...

(Because it would be to obvious if that was missing. The point was that the guards shouldn't know what they've done, and it would be impossible to melt it in the bowl, and then crack it afterwards without loosing anything of the acid.)

A groan escaped from Odin as he moved a little, streetching out on the floor. He dropped the arm which he had held over his face, and it fell powerless down to the floor. Seconds later, he could feel a smaller hand touch his, grabbing hold of him. He did the same in return, and for a long time, the pair of wolfs were holding hands in silence.

Odin opened his eyes, the cell swam around in front of him, but he was pretty sure it wasn't a brain concursion.

"Odin?" Freya spoke to him, catching his attention again as he turned his head to face her. He opened his mouth to answer, but only a dry gargling came out at first. He coughed, sending small drops of blood down onto the floor.

"I'm fine." He said, hoarse over the pain he was still feeling. Tough, it was quickly becoming fainter.

"Fine my a**!" Freya answered as she grabbed hold of him trough the bars and started to help him get up.

With considerably difficulty, he got up on his feet, supported by Freya. It was as a fire was burning behind the ice blue eyes as he threw a glance over at the door behind him. "Cowards!" He grumbled, referring to the two guards. "Even how much I'd like to pay them back when we escape, that won't be a part of the plan. Could you send me potshard with the acid?" He said, letting go of Freyas and struggling to keep his balance for a moment.

As Freya returned, carefulyl balancing the potshard in her hands, she asked him once more. "Now, will you tell me the plan that it seems was worth almost dying for?"

Odin received the acid trough the bars and responded. "The bars between us, and over that window, is heavily corroded from the humid, salty sea air. We're going to use the acid to weaken them even further, hopefully enough for us to be able to bend them away or rip them out of the concrete and escape."

Odin walked up to the single window opening on his side, forming a small, circular barrier around the base of the bars with the wax, and then puring a few drops of acid into each. After that, he returned to the bars separating them, and did the same to the one closes to the inner wall, hidden behind his matress. Only one bar would be enough for Freya to be able to snuggle out there, it was quite thick though, and seemingly still quite solid.

"And now, we only have to wait. I'll refill them with more acid as the day goes, and we'll make our escape tonight, hopefully." He said, hiding the potshard behind his matress before sitting down on it, leaning against the back wall.

What he didn't tell Freya about, was the tiny thing that was niggling him so much. They wouldn't have enough acid to get trough all the bars. He'd have enough to be sure to get rid of all the bars in the window, and probably enough to get halfway trough the bar separating him and Freya. That wouldn't be enough.

He'd have to make a choice, to feed most of the acid to the window, so that he would be sure to escape himself, but dooming Freya. They would increase the security drastically if just h escaped, she wouldn't get a new chance.

On the other hand, if he made sure the bar separating them, he could run the risk that the bars in the window would still be able to withstand him, making sure none of them would escape.

He had to make a decision during the day, and he didn't look foreward to it.

(Asper, you need to hurry it up. I'm waiting on you.)

(There's still a bit to go before he'll be on his way back to Starfox. I'm working as fast as I can.)

"as much as i would my daughter."Krystal replied "I've heard nothing from him thank you anyway."Krystal repliednervously twirling her hair around her finger.

"Mrs. McCloud, we have different ways of raising our children. I've always driven Odin hard, so he would become harder himself. So he could be prepared for things like this. Whatever mess he's gotten himself into, I'm sure he'll be able to master." Fenris answered, then he gave out a deep chuckle before he continued. "Unless we're talking about women. He's still got a lot to learn there."

"If I get to know anything more, I'll call you. I ask you to do the same in return. Goodbye." A loud click could be heard as the line was cut.

[Tiberius]

Tiberius got some equipment ready. He realized a teammate was in danger, and he wanted to help. It would sure make things easier if he went by himself, so he blasted right through the security protocols and hopped in an Arwing, making it seem as though he weren't there.

(two choices. Let me make this faster by breaking them both out or have him get caught in the act by Krystal or Fox. Because I can make this a lot easier.)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(No. Just no. I and Fira have been planning this for ages, and this will be done the way it has to be.)

[Kursed]

(Do You have to be so Impaitient? this is good let it roll.)

[Guest DRL]

(I think Asper and Fira are great Role Players.

If you ask me, I say let them finish their side-story.)

[Tiberius]

(Ive been waiting for at least a week and Im getting a little antsy about moving on)

[Geo Stelar]

(Suggestion: what about the Star fox will move on and you'll meet Odin along the way after they escape?)

[Tiberius]

(not for what Ive got planned.) Malon said over communications,"Mr. McKarter, Liutenent, I need you two to keep an eye on Starfox and Starwolf. See what they're up to."

[Geo Stelar]

Steve received the call and said, "Yes, sir. Does that mean we will take off again?"

[Tiberius]

Steve received the call and said, "Yes, sir. Does that mean we will take off again?"

"Yes." said Malon.