Star Fox: Re-Genesis

[Asper Sarnoff]

This is really entertaining reading.

If you still want to change the name of the thread, that should be possible to do by editing your first post in it.

[Blaise McCloud]

This is really entertaining reading.

If you still want to change the name of the thread, that should be possible to do by editing your first post in it.

Dude, you rock.  I never would've guessed that would do the trick.  Thanks!

[Guest Julius Quasar]

Aw, man, I'd love to read chapters 7 and 8 right now, but I can't.   Busy.  Sorry.  I'll read them when I got time okay?  They look great!

[rainfyre66]

Good, solid chapters. Love the whole bit with the "classic" Arwings! Keep it coming, this is a good story!

[Blaise McCloud]

Good, solid chapters. Love the whole bit with the "classic" Arwings! Keep it coming, this is a good story!

Haha!  I'm glad you like that part, 'cuz I really wasn't sure if that joke would work or not.

I could post another chapter or two right now, I think...  I probably won't have any time to write for another week and a half or so (damn homework) so I'm trying not to run through all my material at once.  But I can afford two more.

[Blaise McCloud]

“I should really draw a map of what I think the Lylat System looks like…  When I mention the ‘Outer Rim’, I’m referring to a band of small planets at the outer edge of the system.  Pluto (RIP) would be in the ‘Outer Rim’ of our solar system, in that sense.

“Maybe I heard ‘Outer Rim’ from Star Wars?  Wars… Fox… close enough.  I think I’ll pair ROB up with R2-D2, next.”

- B McC

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Star Fox : Re-Genesis

Chapter 9 – Of Pirates and Eyepatches

Meanwhile, in the Lylat System’s Outer Rim

Fox McCloud tapped impatiently on the arm of his chair.  One more day, he thought.  One more day.  One more day.  One more –

“Where the hell is my sandwich!” shouted Falco from the Great Fox’s kitchen.  Fox groaned loudly.

“What’re ya lookin’ at me fer?  I didn’t take yer stinkin’ food!”

“Oh, really, Wally?!  Well, then I guess it just got up ‘n walked away!”

“Hahaha!  I guess it did, Einstein!”

“Wait, wha…  Leon, you son of a-!”

The past four days had all been the same.  Despite Falco’s eagerness to work with Star Wolf, he absolutely refused to get along with them.  As a result, Fox had already exhausted the Great Fox’s supply of aspirin.

But it’s almost over, thought Fox as a floating sandwich flew through the room.  We should be at the destination in 22 hours and – he glanced at the navigation computer when Falco burst into the room to chase after Leon – 33 minutes.

“Knock it off, will ya?” roared Wolf as he walked into the room.  He grabbed at the air near the sandwich and caught Leon by the arm.  “We can’t afford to let our guard down like this.”

Fox’s eyes narrowed.  “You keep saying that.  Why should we be on our guard during a simple delivery mission?”

Wolf grabbed the sandwich out of Leon’s now-visible hand and tossed it to Falco.  “You should never let your guard down, pup,” he replied unconvincingly.

As though to emphasize Wolf’s point, the room was suddenly filled with the deafening blare of the Great Fox’s alarm.

“Five unidentified vessels are approaching the Great Fox at high velocity,” warned ROB over the intercom.  Sure enough, Fox saw five red dots suddenly appear on the radar projection, rocketing toward the Great Fox from the 3 o’clock direction.

Shit… I was afraid this would happen, Fox thought to himself.

“We should engage them,” decided Wolf.  “A ship moving that fast can’t be friendly.”

That bastard…  And to think I actually believed him.

“Itf probahly nuffin,” said Falco as he gulped down his meal.

“No…” replied Fox quietly.  He looked Wolf straight in the eye.  “You’ve been lying to us this entire time, haven’t you?”

“… What do you mean?”  Wolf’s voice was hesitant and nearly devoid of denial.

“There is no ‘race-ship engine designer’,” Fox answered, now staring at the four red dots.  “And that white mark on the disc isn’t a self-erase mechanism…  It’s a tracking device, isn’t it?”

The alarm stopped blaring just as Fox finished talking, leaving the room in a very awkward silence.  Wolf and Fox stared coldly at each other.  Falco held his sandwich in his beak and placed one hand on his blaster, watching Leon’s movements closely.  Five minutes seemed to pass before Wolf finally pulled out the disc and resumed the conversation.

“This belongs to the ‘Black Star’ Pirates.  I’ve been using it to lure them in.”  He snapped the disc in two.  “They may be a small group, but they’ve done quite a bit of damage around the Outer Rim, and the bounty on their heads is-”

“Just over 2 million credits,” growled Fox.  “So you decided to use us to help take them down?”

“Well, either we stay here and argue while they blow up the Great Fox… or we go out there and make some money.”  Deciding the conversation was over, Wolf turned and headed toward the docking bay; Wally and Leon followed.

Dammit, thought fox.  Why the hell did I trust him in the first place?  But there’s no point thinking about that now…

“ROB… prepare the Arwings.”

[Blaise McCloud]

“Time for Chapter 10, in which I try to explain how somersaults would work in outer space.

“I don’t care how many times you tell me to try a somersault, Peppy.  If there’s no air, and there’s no propulsion system on the bottom of my Arwing, it just ain’t possible.”

- B McC, Physics Major

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Star Fox : Re-Genesis

Chapter 10 – Battle!

“I can’t believe this!” exclaimed Falco as he and Fox raced to their Arwings.  “I knew Wolf was insane, but I didn’t think he was stupid!  What kinda moron decides to catch somebody by letting them ambush him?!”

“Save it for later!  Right now we have to focus on getting rid of the pirates!”

The two hopped into their Arwings and closed the cockpits.  I really wish I had one of the newer Arwings, thought Fox, but I guess this will have to do…

“ROB!  We’re ready!  Launching in 3… 2… 1…”

The two members of Star Fox blasted out of the Great Fox and toward the fray, where Wolf and his team had already engaged the pirates.

“Oi, look!” shouted one of the pirates over the open channel.  “O’Donnell brought some friends!”

“We are not friends,” Fox growled darkly.

“It’s about time!” shouted Wolf.  “Your Arwings are faster than our ships, so-”

“You ain’t givin’ the orders here, fuzzball!” Falco shouted back.  “Yo!  Pirates!  Looks like it’s five-on-five, so how about we split up the fun?”

“A laughable suggestion,” crooned one of the pirates.  “Men, don’t break formation.  We’re taking them out one by one.”

“I’d like to see you try!”  Fox shot a bomb into the center of the pirates’ formation, forcing them to split apart before it took them out.  “Falco!  You take the one that went right!  I’ve got the one that headed up!”

“Roger that!”

“Leon, you take the bottom one.  Pat and Wally, you go left.  I’ll get the last one,” Wolf ordered.  “Let’s take ‘em out!”

…

“Not too shabby!  I’m surprised you can keep up with me in that piece of junk!” Fox hit his target with a series of lasers, which barely damaged the ship’s armor.  “But let’s see you handle this!”  Almost instantly, the ship reversed direction and headed straight for Fox’s Arwing.

“Crap!” exclaimed Fox as he swerved out of the pirate’s path.  That armor is something else… if he crashes into me, he’ll be the only one to survive.  And what’s up with that acceleration?

“Too slow!”  Having reversed direction once again, the pirate fired several lasers at Fox.  “I’ve got the quickest ship in Lylat, pal!  You’re toast!”

“Just shut up already!” yelled Fox as his Arwing barrel-rolled, deflecting the attacks.  “Falco, how’s it going on your end?”

“Could be better,” replied the avian.  “But it’s nothin’ I can’t handle.  This guy’s only a bit better than Slippy was.”

“Focus on your own fight, dammit!”  Fox’s opponent tried to clip his wing by plowing straight into it, but Fox dodged in the nick of time.

It’s too open out here – the pirate pulled another 180 and came straight for Fox – He’s got me beat on maneuverability, so I just need to change the playing field.  Fox dodged a flurry of lasers, but scraped the bottom of his Arwing against the pirate’s ship.

“Almost gotcha that time!” laughed the pirate.  Fox ignored him and flew toward the Great Fox.  “Hey!  No runnin’ away, ya bastard!”

But Fox didn’t hear him.  Fox didn’t hear anything except his pulse, beating more and more rapidly.  Adrenaline surged palpably through his veins.  As he tightened his grip on the yoke and steered toward the Great Fox’s head, Fox felt the flow of time nearly come to a complete halt…

This feeling…  I missed this.

Fox flipped his Arwing around so that he could look up through his cockpit and see the top of the Great Fox’s Command Center.  His enemy followed close behind.  Pulling up on the yoke, Fox activated a rocket on the Arwing’s belly that supplied just enough centrifugal force to somersault the fighter around its own mothership.  At the same time, he pushed down on the trigger button to charge a laser.  And when he had completed a full 360-degree loop, the enemy pirate was directly in front of him.

Fox smirked and released the trigger.  “See ya.”

And his opponent vanished amidst a blinding green flash.

[Guest Julius Quasar]

AWESOME!

I just got caught up!  Sorry I fell behind.

Great Job!

Good, solid chapters. Love the whole bit with the "classic" Arwings! Keep it coming, this is a good story!

Yeah, that's cool! xD

Wolf pointed to the Arwings once again: “Triangles!”

  Simultaneously, Fox and Falco shouted back, “Classics!”

“Time for Chapter 10, in which I try to explain how somersaults would work in outer space.

“I don’t care how many times you tell me to try a somersault, Peppy.  If there’s no air, and there’s no propulsion system on the bottom of my Arwing, it just ain’t possible.”

- B McC, Physics Major

Oh yeah, huh? Brilliant!

[Blaise McCloud]

AWESOME!

I just got caught up!  Sorry I fell behind.

Glad ya liked it!  I'm falling behind on my reading, too.  I need to get up-to-date on your stuff over this weekend, and there were a few other fics at fanfiction.net that I wanted to check out...

Okay, now I have to go think of a name for Fox's love interest in SFRG...

[Blaise McCloud]

“Let me know what you think!  I’m trying to make my writing more descriptive while simultaneously keeping my word count in check.

“I’ll try and post Chapter 12 either today or early tomorrow.  It all depends on how much ‘real-life’ work I get done in the next couple hours…

"Also, I just noticed that none of my italicized text from the MS Word files is translated correctly into these forum posts...  That makes it pretty hard to tell when someone is thinking to themselves.  Sorry for any confusion, and I'll make sure the rest of the chapters are formatted correctly!"

- B McC

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Star Fox : Re-Genesis

Chapter 11 – Wanted

Wolf saw the bright green flash that signaled Fox’s victory out of the corner of his eye.  He couldn’t help but grin.  A bit reckless, don’t you think?  But it’s good to see that last two years haven’t left you rusty.

“You bastards…” sneered Wolf’s opponent.  “First you stole the designs for my flagship, now you’ve killed my first mate…  Your life ends here!”  The Black Stars’ captain sped his ship straight toward Wolf.

“Do you really think so?” Wolf skillfully dodged the lasers coming his way and shot off the captain’s left wing.  “Just look around you, buddy.  It’s time to give up.”

The captain watched in shock as Falco finally outmaneuvered his opponent and took him out with a bomb.  Then another pirate fell to the heavy firepower of Wally and Pat’s ship.  When Leon finally tricked his opponent into crashing against a drifting satellite, only one Black Star was left.  In utter disbelief, the captain slowly released his controls and forlornly announced, “I surrender.”

…

The next day, on the Outer Rim planet Lear

Fox was leaning against the shadiest-looking building in the shadiest-looking town on the shadiest-looking planet he had ever seen.  The outer walls of every structure in sight were built with an odd mixture of warped, rotting wood and rusty tin sheets.  A strange, sulfurous odor hung heavily in the air, forcing the Star Fox commander to breathe as infrequently as he could manage.  He had wanted to abandon Star Wolf and head back to the repair shop after taking care of the pirates, but Falco insisted they at least accept their 40% of the bounty.

After the Black Stars’ captain surrendered, Wolf had told them that the “manufacturer” he had lied about was actually a sort of black market bounty post.  For just a small fee, they could collect a reward from the manager of the post, who would then turn in the criminal to the Army to collect the real reward.  Everybody wins… except for the pirates.

The bell above the post’s door rang as Wolf walked out, counting a large stack of bills.  He handed half the stack to Fox without looking him in the eye.  “Here.  You guys take 50%.  It’s only fair.”

“Fair,” snapped Fox, grabbing the bills, “is knowing what kind of battle you’re walking into.  We didn’t exactly have the resources to fight a bunch of pirates.”

“So you would have refused the job if I had been honest.  So I had to lie,” Wolf reasoned.

“So you should have left us out of it!”

“Hey, you’re alive aren’t you?!” Wolf shouted.  The two seemed poised to break into a fist fight, but Wolf slowly calmed down and backed off.  “Besides,” he added, “you can’t tell me it didn’t feel good to get back in the game.”

Fox couldn’t respond to that.  He couldn’t admit it was true.

“You and I are more alike than you’ll admit, Fox.”

“You and I are nothing ali-”

“We’re fighters,” grinned Wolf, gazing into the sky.  “We might have our different reasons, but at the end of the day, we live for the thrill of battle.  We’re not the type of people to stay cooped up in crappy repair shops.”

Before he could retort, Fox noticed Falco and the rest of the group had returned from the supply shop.  “Yo, Fox!” shouted Falco.  “We got enough fuel cells to get us clear to – Hey!  Lemme touch the money!”

“Here.”  Fox tossed Falco the bills and started walking down the street.  He turned back to Wolf. “We’re leaving.  You don’t need the Great Fox anymore, do you?”

“…No, we’ll be fine,” Wolf replied.  He struggled visibly to get the next words out: “…Thanks.”

Ignoring him, Fox continued down the street, stepping carefully over puddles of what he hoped was water..  We’ll just get in the Arwings, fly back up to the Great Fox, and be done with them forever, he thought.

“Fox, walk faster.  Fuzzball screwed up and gave us 50%, so we should get out before he notices.”

Done with Star Wolf.  Done with pirates.  …Done with flying.

“Woah, what’s this about?”

“Huh?” Fox mumbled, clearly not paying attention.  Falco pointed to what looked like a tank on legs walking down a street to their right.  It stood roughly 10 feet high and was using its two long arms to lift a pile of rubble off the ground.  Its armor was pure white and bore the Cornerian Army insignia; Fox also noticed the all-too-familiar label “AIU” on its back.  What are they doing in the Outer Rim?

“I guess we should warn Wolf that the Army’s here.  He shouldn’t stick around,” said Falco.

“Why?” replied Fox coldly.  “He’s a criminal.  And it’s not like he warned us about the pirates.”

Falco stopped in his tracks and glared at Fox.  “This is a lot of money he just gave us.  An’ it’s not like you to just leave someone hangin’ like that.”

“… Fine,” Fox conceded.  “We’ll let him know.”  They turned around and started to walk back, but one of the tanks marched  out of a side alley and blocked their path.

“Identify yourselves,” it commanded.  Somehow, the robotic, droning voice had a hint of bloodlust.

Fox stared at it in confusion for a moment before replying, “Fox McCloud, Commander of the Star Fox mercenary team.”  Only after he finished did he realize that his title didn’t really exist anymore.

Falco was next: “The name’s Falco Lombardi.  What’s it to ya?”

The robot pointed its arm – which seemed to double as a rather deadly gun – at the two of them.

“Reporting to HQ.  Team Star Fox apprehended.

“Will now proceed with elimination.”

[Asper Sarnoff]

This is getting properly intense!

DZComposer is working on setting up a SF radio theater, and have seemingly not yet decided for a fanfiction to base it on. Why not send him a PM and offer this one? It's good, dramatic, and fits much better to be vocally dramatized than what I've and most other fanfiction writers have come up with.

“Time for Chapter 10, in which I try to explain how somersaults would work in outer space.

“I don’t care how many times you tell me to try a somersault, Peppy.  If there’s no air, and there’s no propulsion system on the bottom of my Arwing, it just ain’t possible.”

Simple, they use... the force!

Use the force Fox! Use the force!

[X-Gamer]

Great work Blaise! Each Chapter just gets more intense and intense! Keep it up!  :D

[Blaise McCloud]

This is getting properly intense!

DZComposer is working on setting up a SF radio theater, and have seemingly not yet decided for a fanfiction to base it on. Why not send him a PM and offer this one? It's good, dramatic, and fits much better to be vocally dramatized than what I've and most other fanfiction writers have come up with.

Dude, thanks!  I went ahead sent a PM offering this as subject material.  I'm really glad you think so highly of SFRG.

Great work Blaise! Each Chapter just gets more intense and intense! Keep it up! 

Thanks!  I'll definitely keep it up!  I love the next chapter, so I'll try and get some quick revisions done and post that tonight.

[Blaise McCloud]

“Straight to the action!  No time for author’s notes!”

- B McC

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Star Fox : Re-Genesis

Chapter 12 – Escape!

“Elimi-what now?” asked a very bewildered Falco.

The robot’s right arm began to emit an ear-piercing squeal, and a charged laser began to appear at its end.  Fox could feel the heat from the sphere of energy searing his whiskers; but he couldn’t move a muscle, he couldn’t avert his eyes from the deadly blue light… he couldn’t even think.  Why was a Cornerian weapon about to kill him?

Suddenly a bright red light shot out of an alley and crashed into the arm, taking out most of the robot’s right side and stopping the laser.  The blast knocked Fox and Falco back about ten feet.  Fox hit the ground hard, then slowly turned to see the blurry image of his saviors.

“Run, you idiots!” shouted Wolf.  Beside him was Pat, holding an enormous ion cannon on one shoulder.  “What, do you want to die?!”

Falco snapped out of it first.  He grabbed Fox by the collar and started running toward Wolf, dragging his commander after him.  “What’s goin’ on?!” he shouted.  About a hundred meters down the street, he saw another group of white robots had started to run towards them.

“I don’t know,” admitted Wolf.  “I can see why they’d want to kill us…  But you guys?  You’re like boy scouts!”

“Thanks,” said Falco dryly as he made it to the alley.  “Yo!  Fox!  You’re kinda heavy!”

“…Sorry.  I think I can walk,” he mumbled quietly.  A combination of confusion and shock from the impact had left him in a daze.

“Walkin’ ain’t gonna cut it.  Pat!” ordered Wolf.

“Hrmph!” replied the grizzly bear.  He picked up Fox by the back of his jacket and swung him over his left shoulder in one fluid motion.  Falco snatched Fox’s blaster out of its holster.

“I’m gonna borrow this, buddy!”

“Jus’ make sure you… you…” Fox blacked out entirely.

“Where are Lizard-boy and that really annoying one?” asked Falco.  The grizzly shot him a threatening look.  “… I mean Wally.  Where are Leon and Wally?” Falco corrected himself.

“Don’t worry about them.  They went ahead to secure the ships.”  Wolf answered as the three of them sprinted down the alley.  “I don’t think these… machines (or whatever they are) knew we were here.  They just happened to be patrolling and found us.  So they shouldn’t know where we put the ships.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” panted Falco as they turned a corner.  Two more robots were right in front of them.

“Halt.  You are under arre-” Pat fired a stream of ions straight through the middle of one, while Falco brought down the other with a barrage of lasers.

“Why would they be looking for us?  Or you for that matter?  Even you haven’t done anything in two years!”

“Should we stop and think about this or just get back to the ships?!” yelled Wolf, blasting the head off a robot that had crashed down behind them from on top of a building.  He pulled out a radio: “Wally!  What’s your status?”

“I’m not too bad.  I think I might’ve pulled somethin’ on the way over here, though, ‘cuz I really didn’t have time ta stretch and-”

“ARE THE SHIPS SECURE?!” screamed Wolf into the receiver.

“Jeez!  I think I’m deaf now!  Yeah, yeah, the ships are fine.  Seems like the robots were only in the town.”

“We’ll be there in a second!  Get the engines warmed up!”

They were now being followed by four of the robots, all of whom were aiming charged lasers straight at them.  Wolf pulled out a small shield generator and threw it backwards.  “Take cover!” he shouted.  But the robots did not fire, instead powering down their lasers and lowering their arms.

“Risk of civilian casualties too high.  Cease fire.”

What the… Wolf looked back and noticed that several people were looking out of their windows to see what was causing all the commotion.  So if they had hit my shield generator, the lasers could have deflected and taken out a civilian.  But taking out Star Fox is okay…?

“Haha!  Lizard-boy’s not too useless after all!” Wolf snapped back into focus after hearing Falco and looked up at the sky.  Leon’s ship was soaring toward them, and with a few well-aimed lasers, he took out the pursuing robots.

“All right, more of them will be here any second now.  Let’s hurry up and get to the ships!” Wolf ordered.  We’ll figure out what the hell is going on here later.

…

Billions of miles away, aboard a Cornerian Army flagship, Major Horand von Grafrath walked into the private quarters of General Jeremy Thompson.  “We just received word that the enemy has been found on planet Lear,” he announced in a very cool, calm tone.  “But we were unable to apprehend them.  It would seem that they have joined forces with Wolf O’Donnell of Star Wolf.”

“Star Wolf, eh?” squeaked a mouse sitting in the corner.  He readjusted his glasses and jotted something down into a notebook.  “That certainly complicates matters.”

“…No…” growled the room’s other occupant.  “You’re wrong, Thompson.”

Miles B. Ford grinned widely, his eyes shining with ferocity.

  “This is perfect.”

[Guest Julius Quasar]

"Dun-dun-duuuuunnn!" 

Wow, awesome!  This is getting better and better.

[X-Gamer]

"Dun-dun-duuuuunnn!" 

Wow, awesome!  This is getting better and better.

Couldn't have said it better myself.

[Blaise McCloud]

“I’m about to hit mid-term season, and I’m running behind on my writing, so there will probably only be a few updates in the next two weeks.

“But here’s number 13!”

- B McC

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Star Fox : Re-Genesis

Chapter 13 – Questions

Fox’s Arwing was being enveloped by fire.  The heat was unbearable; just grabbing the controls burnt his hands badly.  All around him was laughter.

“If I go down…” an ominous voice echoed.  The flames parted to reveal Andross’s enormous face right in front of Fox.  The madman opened his mouth, and thousands of black orbs flew out and surrounded the Arwing.

“No… No…NO!”  Fox woke up suddenly in a cold sweat.  There was no fire… there was no Andross…  just a bed… and the ceiling… and… Wolf?

“Look who’s back among the living,” chuckled Wolf, sitting at the side of the bed.  He was reading something from a handheld computer.  “Having bad dreams, are we?”

“Shut up,” Fox groaned.  “Where am I?”

“Did you really hit your head that hard?  This is your own ship’s infirmary.”

Fox looked around at his surroundings.  Wolf was right.  He was clearly inside the Great Fox.  But…

“What happened to all those robots?  Er, I mean, to us?  Or…”  Fox started feeling lightheaded.

“Calm down, calm down,” Wolf sighed.  “We’re safe.  The robots are crazy.  I don’t know why, and it looks like the military doesn’t even know it happened.”  He pointed to the handheld.  “Leon managed to hack into their database.  There’s nothing here about robots stationed on Lear.  And you’ll be glad to hear that you’re not really a wanted criminal.”  He grabbed a canteen from a table behind him and tossed it to Fox.  “Here, ROB says you need some water.”

Fox took a long drink, and the soothing feeling of cold water against his parched throat helped level his mind slightly.  “So… the robots malfunctioned?”

“That’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

“But it doesn’t make any sense!” Fox protested.  “That thing clearly said ‘Team Star Fox apprehended’.  It knew what it was doing.”

“Well, just report it to the Army when you’re feeling better,” said Wolf as he stood up.  “Hey, if you’re lucky, they’ll pull the plug on the program.  Without their competition, you might even get your old job back.”

“…No… something’s wrong.” Fox started climbing out of bed.  “We’re going to the nearest Cornerian Army outpost.  I need to know what’s going on here.”

“You sure you should be standing up?” asked Wolf.  Fox briefly considered whether he was having hallucinations, because his eyepatch-ed rival looked genuinely concerned.

“I’ll be fine.  Where’s Falco?”

…

“You’re alive!” shouted Falco as Fox walked into the common room.  He and the rest of Star Wolf were gathered around a table playing cards.  “Just in time, too.  Leon’s terrible at this game, so you can be my partner instead.”

Fox knew by now that he had to speak up before Leon had a chance to start an argument.  “Where’s the nearest Army outpost?”

Falco looked surprised.  “Why?  We’re not turning these guys in, are we?”

“Did you forget about the whole robot thing?!” Fox shouted.  “Don’t you want to know what happened?”

“They went crazy and shot at us, but we escaped.  With 2 million credits.  That’s what happened.”

Fox just glared back at Falco.

“All right, all right.  We’re not too far from one of their space station outposts.  We could be there in about an hour.”

“Then let’s pay them a visit,” decided Fox.  “Someone has to know what’s going on.”

…

Some time later…

Major General Michael O’Brien had his feet propped up on his desk and his cap pulled over his eyes.  Gotta love space station duty, he thought to himself.  Not a single thing to do for two whole weeks.

His pleasant thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.  “Aww…” he groaned, pulling up his cap, “who is it?”

“Colonel Watson, sir.”

“Then go away,” mumbled the esteemed Cornerian officer, pulling his cap back over his eyes.

“I think you’ll want to hear this, sir.”

“You thought wrong.  Go away.”

Colonel Thomas H. Watson – a tall, muscular Bengal tiger – sighed heavily.  He raised his right foot and, with one strong kick, knocked the door clear off its hinges.  The surprise knocked O’Brien clear off his chair.

“The Great Fox has been sighted, sir,” Watson continued in the same tone as before.

O’Brien blinked a few times.  “Where?”

“Right outside the station.  Fox McCloud himself asked permission to dock.”

“Well why di’n’tcha just say so, Tom?”  O’Brien picked his hat up off the ground and walked out the door.

“A man like that deserves a proper welcome party.”

[Guest Julius Quasar]

"Uh oh!" 

Great story, dude! :yes:

[Andross]

I've been reading this story over on FanFiction.net. Great job so far keep it up, a little more description of what the environment's like or what things look like would be nice though.

[Blaise McCloud]

I've been reading this story over on FanFiction.net. Great job so far keep it up, a little more description of what the environment's like or what things look like would be nice though.

Thanks!  I've been trying lately to add to the level of description in my stories, 'cuz that's one part of writing I've always failed at.  I'll try to step it up a notch or two!

[rainfyre66]

This is really a good story, sure it may not be the most descriptive, but you really have a natural way of telling your story, showing action, and using dialogue. It all makes for a smooth read and keeps the reader interested. Can't wait for the next chapter!

[Blaise McCloud]

Yo!  Just popping in to let everyone who was following know I'm not dead.  The past two weeks were insanely busy, but I finally made it to Spring break.

The next chapter should be up sometime tonight!  :P

[X-Gamer]

Yo!  Just popping in to let everyone who was following know I'm not dead.  The past two weeks were insanely busy, but I finally made it to Spring break.

The next chapter should be up sometime tonight! 

I was wondering where you were. I also was beginning to feel disappointed that you didn't finish the story. I'm glad you're coming back.

[Blaise McCloud]

“Sorry about that hiatus!  I was flash-flooded by college work, but I managed to avoid drowning.  (Bonus points to anyone who can tell me which Metal Gear character I just quoted.)

“Anywho, I’m on spring break now.  Here’s chapter 14, and I think both 15 and 16 will be out within a week.  Oh, and happy belated St. Patrick’s Day!”

- B McC

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Star Fox : Re-Genesis

Chapter 14 – Answers?

“Right this way, Mr. McCloud,” chirped the overly-peppy canary that greeted Fox at the docking bay.  The decorations on her uniform identified her as a Second Lieutenant, but Fox guessed by her constant grin and strawberry-scented perfume that she had never served outside of an office.

“Erm… right, thanks,” Fox replied. I guess it really isn’t “Commander” McCloud anymore…  “Where are we going, exactly?  I just wanted to speak with one of the officers.”

“Major General O’Brien personally requested your presence,” happily replied the guide.  After placing her palm on the lock to the docking bay door, she led Fox through a short corridor and into a brightly-lit and very crowded lobby.  Computer monitors lined the walls, each displaying its own planet and a slew of complicated figures.  The din of some dozen unrelated conversations echoed across the room.  And of the nearly hundred men and women walking busily across the floor, all but Fox were proudly wearing crimson Cornerian Army uniforms.

“We understand Mr. Lombardi is also aboard the ship?”  Fox could barely hear his host, but he had been expecting this question anyway.

“Yes, but… uh, he’s sick.  Very sick.  Some kind of bird flu, I think.”  Fox’s heart stopped when he realized his guide was also a bird and might ask for details, but she didn’t seem to care.

“So he won’t be joining us, then?  That’s too bad.  Please follow me.”

…

Aboard the Great Fox, Falco was watching several security monitors at once.  One of them, labeled “Cargo Bay”, showed all four members of Star Wolf sitting around an open crate.  Falco pushed the intercom button:  “Don’t worry guys.  Doesn’t look like they’re gonna inspect the ship.  Just sit tight for a while.”

Leon looked straight at the security camera and made an insulting gesture.

…

“Here we are.”  The canary stopped in front of the entrance to the station’s mess hall.  “I must return to my desk, but the Major General is waiting for you inside.  Have a pleasant day!”

Though relieved to have lost such unnaturally cheerful company, Fox felt dread wash over him as he reached for the mess hall’s doors. If those machines were really after us…  Then this whole thing could be a trap.  Glancing backwards to make sure he had an exit path and placing one hand on his blaster's holster, Fox cautiously pushed open the doors.

“There ‘e is!  Look at ‘im boys!  Fox McCloud in the flesh!”

The entire mess hall erupted in cheers.  In an instant, Fox was swarmed on all sides by excited soldiers.

“What was Venom like?!”

“Umm… well…”

“Did you really take on the Area 6 fleet by yourself?!”

“My team was there, but…”

“Hey!  I saw you at Katina!”

“Yeah, that was a good bat-”

“Where’s Falco?”

“Where’s Slippy?”

“Who’s Slippy?”

“Now, now, men!  Let the man through.”  A tiger, standing head and shoulders above almost the entire crowd, walked through and shook Fox’s hand.  “The name’s Colonel Watson, Commander.  It’s great to see you.”

“Uh… thanks.”  Fox didn’t know what to think.  He had indeed expected to be ambushed, but not by praises.  Over two years ago, this kind of treatment was the norm.  But after what happened at Titan…  “Your men obviously didn’t hear how the robots saved my ass,” he added humbly.

“HAHAHA!” roared a voice at the front of the room.  Fox looked up to see a coyote about Wolf’s age in an unbuttoned general’s uniform standing on a table and waving a flagon of beer around.  “Who cares about them tin cans?  Tell ‘im our motto, boys!”

The entire room cheered in unanimous agreement:

“%&!# THE ROBOTS!!!”

“… I’m terribly sorry,” groaned Watson, “but that man is our commanding officer.”

“Haha!  Seems like a fun guy!” Fox had begun to loosen up slightly.  After two years in exile, this was pretty nice…

…

Aboard General Thompson’s Flagship, just outside Cornerian Airspace

“Yes.  Yes, understood.  Thank you.”  Von Grafrath turned off his radio.

“Well…?” asked Ford impatiently.

“This went more smoothly than we could have anticipated, sir.  He’s aboard Space Outpost 13.  One of our moles working for Major General O’Brien just confirmed the information.”

General Thompson laughed wildly.  “Oh!  That’s great!  The preparations are already in place, then?  It’s a tad early to start that phase of the operation, but we can’t pass up this opportunity.”

Ford nodded in agreement.  It was almost too easy…

“Let’s just hope the idiot coyote doesn’t survive.”

[X-Gamer]

Great Chapter! :D