Star Fox: TNG CH 2

[Guest Mr. Mario]

Rick continued to try to avoid the enemy fire by doing some continuiously looping and firing his lasers, only a few enemies were shot down though... he then struggled to control the ship seeing as the other ships were planning to trap him, charging their lasers too. The only option that he had left was to use a bomb, he pressed a button on the top of the driving stick and tried to dash away from his bomb that was about to explode...in just about 3 seconds, the bomb exploded and made Rick wonder if the enemies have been killed...nope, there was just one left.

Piloting his ship, he drove off and performed a U-turn to hopefully confuse the enemy ship...didn't work.

'Crud, any moment from now I'm probably done for!!' He shouted in his thought.

[Tiberius]

(Im trying something new)

Tiberius targeted the ships following the civilian craft and fired, taking them eacch out with laser fire. He then banked about and started firing upon the other vessel. Since the frigate they were in was in better shape, the enemy frigate was suffering damage.

[Kursed]

(well untill i get a yes or no answer I can't post anymore)

[Tiberius]

(that would be a yes. Dont flip out)

[Scott7]

As Many of the Troops and Pilot's within their fighters Tried to keep themselfs from a blaster hole, Someone a Couple Floor's down in the enemy Cruiser... Blood was dripping Down the Sheets inside of a Prison Cell onto the Metal floor's below its bedframe...

A Vixen with Long Hair As Dark as ore had her head resting in a pool of its own blood on a pillow, unconsious by a blow to the head. She Seemed around the Age of 16 or so, and Seemed to be having a difficult time breathing and was almost as motionless as someone without life.

Other then the outfit She had on which seemed to be that of a cornerian prison uniform, The only clarification of indentity was a tag on the it...

Only showing the name 'Sarah'

[Guest Mr. Mario]

'Finally somebody answered the distress signial, I was sure I'd be dead already!' Rick said in his thoughts and smiled a bit, he almost lost focus of the ship until he saw the enemy's frigate which reminded him that there still was enemies waiting to kill him in his ship. He piloted the ship in the opposite direction from the frigate and tried to get away until his ship started to slow down. At this rate his ship would need to be repaired before another laser fire or missle comes in contact with the body of the ship.

'I wonder who that could be...Krystal? That can't be her...she really wouldn't do this for me, could she?' He wondered.

[Tiberius]

Tiberius started checking the prisoner logs on each vessel. Turns out there was one on the cruiser that was of interest. "Hey, Odin. You got things here? There's a possible candidate for a new member on the flagship." Odin didn't respond. he was too focused on piloting the ship. "Okay..." Tiberius ran down to the flight deck and got in his Arwing, taking off and flying toward the disabled craft. "Hey, I got your distress signal." he said over radio to him.

[Guest Mr. Mario]

'What am I going to do? I can't talk with my mouth but I want to respond somehow...' Rick thought and putted his "Special" headphones and began to talk in his mind so now whatever word he said would get into the tiny mic hidden inside the headset...

''Thanks for the help, I didn't expect anyone to fire some lasers or missles at me.' He thought and hoped that Tiberius picked up the voice line from Rick.

He then started to turn the ship around to face a Arwing that was like Rick's ship only with some different colors and some emblem that he couldn't read.

'Ok uh...I'm in some trouble, my ship is need of repairs or I can find a new one, is there maybe a chance I could join some certain team?' He asked and waited a response for Tiberius...

[Tiberius]

It's alright. I'm telepathic. he said to him. Or homeship is down but you can get on that frigate we just took over. Im gonna try and help someone on the enemy flagship. He punched the throttle on his Arwing speeding forward. As for the team, welcome to Star Fox.

[Kursed]

(I'm not flippign out I'm simply not understanding "I'm trying somethign new" I need more information than that.)

"The transports are gone!"Krystal said as she finished off th last of th boarding craft.

[FoxMcCloud]

"Understood, Thanks Krystal" Fox would say before an explosion occurred behind him. Another Console had exploded, and the Comm system was getting staticy. 'If this keeps up, I am going to lose communication.' Fox had said to himself. He sent out another message to everyone. "Guys, the Comm systems about to fail here, keep them off me as best as you can, so I can repair this before I go dark." He would say as he ended his message and grabbed a repair kit under one of his consoles. He ran over the Comm Station, and tried what he could to repair the system.He popped out a hatch from underneath that console, and managed to prevent the primary relay from overloading. He hit a few buttons on the main console and the computer responded. "Life support from Non-essential decks have been routed to the Bridge, Defenses, comms and Weapons Systems."'Whew' Fox would say before he hopped back into the gunner's seat continuing to shoot more targets

[Guest Mr. Mario]

'Umm...ok.' Rick responded and putted down his headset so he could get back onto his piloting. He piloted his horrible-conditioned ship to the frigate and once inside, parked it and got out of the spacecraft, watching as it lost both of it's wings and took heavy damage. He hoped that the ship could get fixed sooner or later but for now, he couldn't do anything about it unless he had the skills to fix it which...he doesn't.

He then scratched his chin, thinking if what Tiberius said eariler about being welcome to Star Fox was true or not...for now he could only assume that would be true unless it was proven by Tiberius. Then Rick did his best not to think of Krystal since she probably isn't here anyway...

[Tiberius]

Tiberius docked at the ship with as much secrecy as possible, probing the mind of each person on the ship until he found one suffering. He focused on her. It seemed like a... A young girl. Frightened. Sad. Trapped. He tried reaching out to her. Hello? Can you me? Its alright. I want to help.

[Kursed]

"Fox Kair and I are landing on the capture frigate we need some rest and the great fox's docking bay looks out of order!" Krystal sai ove the com as she flew towards the captured frigate. One onboard she reached out to her son,Tiberius. 'Are you alright?' she asked at first climbing out of her fighter.

[Scott7]

Tiberius docked at the ship with as much secrecy as possible, probing the mind of each person on the ship until he found one suffering. He focused on her. It seemed like a... A young girl. Frightened. Sad. Trapped. He tried reaching out to her. Hello? Can you me? Its alright. I want to help.

She was still out at the moment, Though the thoughts Partially did reach her subconsciousness.

Very tired... Her right Eye slowly started to open a bit in reaction to the question, Though her vision was blurry from the concussion and The Vixen had a very hard time keeping herself awake...

'Where... Where Am I?'

[Tiberius]

Not where I am. But dont worry about that. Just say with me. he said. He started sneaking his way over to her cell, medkit in hand. He was doing a good job of not being detected so far. Just stay calm for now. I should be there soon. He was finally making his way to the cell room, as the ship shook slightly. He got to the cell and opened it, already working on cleaning her up. "Just relax. We'll be out of here and you'll be sitting in a warm cozy bed in no time. Just let me fix you up here."

[Showtime 1-1]

(Julius is taking a little hiatus, in his absence, he gave me permission to play as Cliff and Atilla.)

"Hey Cliff, looks like there's someone at the main entrance."

The two were in Hurkha's lounge, relaxing in good company with a few of his girls.

"Probably one of his useless thugs, trying to get us back for putting him out of his misery." Cliff replied. He turned to two guards at the doorway. "Hey, you two bums! Go stop whoever's at the front gate, on the triple!"

Atilla sighed. "Double, Cliff. On the Double."

"Whatever," Cliff mumbled, turning back to his company as the two guards ran off.

Silver pushed open the big double doors at the front of the palace. Inside was an elaborate, well-lit entrance room, with a grand staircase leading up several floors, in addition to a few hallways leading off in either direction. He heard music coming from the first hall on his right, so he turned and began to walk down it. He knew it wouldn't be hard to convince Cliff and Atilla to come back to the team, but he was still a little uneasy. Ground combat wasn't his forte, he belonged in his fighter.

He had hardly finished this thought as he rounded a corner in the hallway, to see a tall, sinewy rat charge at him, screaming a battle cry.

Ah Shi-

He drew his blaster from his hip and fired off a shot which sailed wide left of his attacker. Before he could fire again, his blaster was knocked from his hand by a flying kick from the rat.

Silver dropped into a defensive position, but before he could even think of his next move, the rat sent another swift kick into Silver's stomach. He doubled over, only to have his face meet with a rapidly rising knee.

CRACK!

Silver fell heavily onto his back with a thud, opening his eyes to see his attacker flying at him, elbow outstretched and aimed at his neck. He rolled right to dodge the strike, and got up as quickly as he could. The rat came back with a wayward punch. Silver blocked it and countered with a right jab and a strong left hook to the rat's jaw.

Before he could do any more damage, Silver was grabbed from behind by another rat, this one much bigger and stronger. He struggled to break the new opponent's hold, but it was useless. The first rat had recovered and was winding up again with his elbow strike.

Silver knew what was to come next. He grimaced and closed his eyes, waiting for the sharp pain, then darkness that would follow the rat's finishing blow.

Son of a-

[FoxMcCloud]

"Understood, I'll be making the some quick repairs, as best as I can. You guys be safe out there. I dunno what this invading force has up their sleeves, but be cautious.

"Great the landing bay is out of order, and they can't get back until I fix this." He paused ''Unless we use one of the captured ships as our launch bay?''

Fox threw on an Environmental suit, and made his way down to the launch bay. As he did, he activated some of the emergency bulk-heads on each of the Decks manually to regain ship integrity, and tried to repair some conduits to help power efficiently get transferred from each of the decks He managed to get most of the decks, partially back up and running, but the main problem was going to be the launch bay. It was the Central node of the ship, and had to be repaired

[Tiberius]

(try to avoid restating dialouge)

[Kursed]

Kari and Krystal did what they could with the Stolen Frigate Krystal uploade Serena into the main computer so she wouln't have to fool with any of the controls while the Frigate floated through space.

The white Hologram of a Vixen soon came up next to Krysta;l

"What a piece of Junk!"Serena shouted in amazement at her new 'home'

"I know it's not starfox grade but it will have to do for now."Krystal noted.

"If I can  even control such a ancient pile of junk."Serena replied.

"There's a few rooms  in the back mom." said a younger Blue vixen walking into the control room.

"At least they haven't gone completely military with the design." Krystal said turning to her daughter Kari.

[Geo Stelar]

Steve lay quietly in his room. He hadn't been sent to a mission by Malon for quite a time now. His ship lay, fully repaired and functional, inside one of the ship hangars, about to be useless from sheer boredom. Wanting to see some action again, Steve stood up, removed his earplugs, and opened one of the windows.

'ooh, looks like Malon's fleet is attacking a group... ', Steve thought, wondering how on earth he hadn't heard the whole fighting, and one of the ships' movements were recognized by Steve from his first mission with Liutenant (DRL)

'Star Fox?'

[Scott7]

He got to the cell and opened it, already working on cleaning her up. "Just relax. We'll be out of here and you'll be sitting in a warm cozy bed in no time. Just let me fix you up here."

She wasn't Rally of the best of conditions to Respond vocally, In fact the BluntForce Trauma of whatever had hit her Was pretty heavy. It was Difficult to tell How Bad it was with the lack of Medical Equipment at the moment, But From the marks It looked Rather serious...

Her Drowsy Eye's continued to watch him as he Did his Cleaning. Though Completely oblivious who Tiberius was or what was even going on is the first place, Sarah's Blurry Vision Found Parts of his Facial Structure vagely familiar...

'Something... About you Reminds me of...  A Friend of mine...' She replied, Still sounding a bit faint... Though Still partially conscious..

[Fira-Astrali]

Before Rayn knew it, the ship was being dropped hard into a cobblestone courtyard. Silver opened the canopy and ordered her out. She shrugged, grabbed the side of the Starcat, and used it as leverage to vault the side, landing solidly on the other side. She definately felt the striking the stone with such force in her knees, so it took her a couple of seconds to get up. When she did, Silver was looking at her, amazed.

"H-how did you-" She stared at him, not sure what he meant. It wasn't too far of a drop, by her standards. He shook it off after a moment. "Hey, Rayn, seeing as you're unarmed, you'd best stick around here with the ship. This won't take long."

She nodded brightly, then sat cross-legged by the ship. He seemed satsified, and walked off into the defense station. However, the farther he walked away, the more she started to squirm and wimper. She didn't completely understand that he would be comming back. Or, at least that he'd be coming back soon, and it was very cold out, at least to her, who had grown up under the insulating smog clouds of Eladard.

He glanced back at her before entering the station. She was looking at him sadly, like a puppy left in a snowbank.

He rolled his eyes, then walked away. Her shoulders fell a bit, but she did as she was told. But before too long, sounds of fighting began clanging out of the door left open, she jumped immediately to her feet, her orders forgotten. She galloped towards Silver’s location, busting in the door.

She found Silver rolled up with two vicious looking rats, who definately had the upper hand. One noticed her, and hissed angrily in warning.  Her reply was a deep throated, raspy caw, before launching herself at him.

For a thinner frame, she landed on him with such force that it broke two of his ribs. Two quick punches shattered his face, putting him firmly out of commission. The second rat was not so easy. He planted a solid jab to her throat, which threw her backwards onto the cold stone floor in a coughing, sputtering pile. A booted foot jammed into her ribs, paying back the ones that had been broken on her first victim. She cried out in agony, but instead of putting her down for the count, it seemed to refocus her mind on the fight.

Silver was watching all this in awe, from his spot on the floor. Rayn and the guard went back and forth. Blood was everywhere. The rat was massively bigger than her, but it seemed like he was struggling to keep up with her, instead of the other way around. He watched her destroy this man, every punch, every strike was perfect. By the time he came to his senses  and realized he should be shooting Rayn’s attacker, that rat’s head was smashing sickeningly into the stone wall.

Immediately after, she turned around and held out her hand to help Silver up, wincing as his weight pulled the muscles in her ribcage.

“You okay?” he asked gingerly

“Yupyup,” she mumbled between panting breaths. “Where be Cliffantilla?” she asked, absently placing a hand over her ribs. Silver was about to answer, when something about the protecting hand caught his eye. He didn’t see it at first, but when he did, he grabbed the hand, needing a better look.

“What is this!?” he yelped. Rayn cocked her head.

“Mah fings?”

“No, no, this. This metal thing,” Silver said, pointing at the broken and bloody skin on her knuckles.

“Oh, be my secrin weps,” she grinned, tapping her knuckles together.

“All your knuckles are plated?”

“Uh-huh. Not jus,” she replied, flicking her throat. “I be wired.”

“Holy... someone did this all to you?”

“Be my bread.”

“You’re bread?”

“Uh huh. Was once. Now I be outta the smoke. Far out.”

“I wish I could understand what you’re talking about.”

“No matter. Cliffantilla?” she prompted again. Grimly, Silver pointed in the direction the rat guards had come, and they set off with Silver again taking point.

[Tiberius]

Tiberius was almost done patching up the girl. He put bandages, a neck brace, and a head cast on her to keep her condition stable with a pacemaker and a stimulant keeping her neurologic processes functioning. "Just stay awake." he said. He knelt beside after cleaning up the blood. He set two fingers on her forehead. Comon mom... Help me save this person... he said trying to telepathically link the two and transfer some of his health to her.

It took a few minutes but after concentrating, he felt a bit tired and she felt less pain and more awake. Before leaving, he took a device out of his pocket and clipped it to her. "I hope this works." he ran out after relocking her cell and got to the captired frigate in no time.

When he got to the bridge he ran in and yelled, "Mom! Use the prototype transporter! Directly to sickbay!"

[Guest Mr. Mario]

'How am I able to fix my ship now that is has been destroyed...' Rick wondered while walking around his ship in a clockwise direction to examine the missing wings plus the damage on the body of his ship. He was still inside the frigate that Tiberius told him about but not much has happened now with Rick by himself with his ship. He then started to focus on whether he was included in Star Fox or not.

He got inside his damaged ship and saw many of the circuts inside damaged, he was unable to send anymore distress signials whenever he needed to come across some help. He saw a bit of the cockpit window cracked a bit and noticed that only his comfortable chair he sat on during flight seemed to have taken no damage whatsoever.