Post by Vance on Feb 8, 2009 13:20:16 GMT -6
The Shadow Bane Info
Hello! and welcome to Master Dusk's Brawl fanfiction, The Shadow Bane! This story focuses on events which took place behind the origins of “The Subspace Emissary”, as well as create a continuation of the adventure started by the Nintendo universe. Many names used within this series are nonexistent, including the name originally worn, according to my story, by Meta Knight. Nintendo owns Super Smash Bros; I do not claim the Nintendo characters as mine in any way.
Now that that’s out of the way, here’s how the series is going to work:
1. The story runs in the viewpoints of all of the characters. There is no particular order to what characters might be in the next chapter. Chapters are categorized by the characters, so when they end their segment, the next chapter begins. Sorry if it still sounds confusing.
2. All of the characters talk, including Donkey Kong and Pikachu. This is done in order to make the story more entertaining to read and to allow a role for every character.
3. Each story might eventually collide in some way, so at some point in the story, you might be seeing 2 character universes interacting within one storyline.
4. Some characters are completely made up, as are their backgrounds. Dusk is not a real character; if he is, I sure have absolutely no clue what he appears in.
5. The names are a little bizarre, I realize that. I know how weird it is looking at names like some of the characters have, but just put up with it.
“The Shadow Bane” is relatively long, and each chapter is almost like an episode in some aspect; the ideas that are written are thought of on the fly sometimes, so the story is always open to change. Hope you enjoy the story! If you have suggestions, let me hear them!
Master Dusk is glad to bring you this little announcement
The Shadow Bane
SSBW is the real place to look for this story, but I'll post it here, too! Time for the Prologue, and the stage Emanuel's Grave
Prologue
Log #1
“My dear friend Emanuel, I have almost finished your new sentience. Soon, you shall be free once again to the joys of our cherished life, and I will finally see you among the proud living, not as a rival, but as a comrade of sorts. Oh, the things you must see! The things you must learn! You shall be overjoyed as I am to hear of the advances of mankind and their capacity for thought, their open arms to technology, the likes of such a presentation could never behold! The mere anticipation that you will see the moment as a living, perceptible creature in company with our concurrent society alone makes me light-headed in a way I have never felt for years! A light shall shine upon you soon, Emanuel; I promise that.”
Log #2
“While some call my advanced manner of thought moonstruck, they have no understanding to the impact such a discovery would make on humanity. They do not think how this type of life-giving technology could save people. And then they shall be lost to the wonders of our victory. What a frustrating prospect! If all creatures were to look for answers more thoroughly, we would be a populace unlike any other! That would be welcome, wouldn’t you agree, Emanuel? What people nevermore search for answers in a place such as we live? There is no minding of that in the present; your new life is near completion. It shall be soon!”
Log #3
“The cold grasp of frustration has taken hold of me yet again. How is it possible that people have forgotten you, my friend? There is no other person in the world who could replace your achievements! Perhaps to a certain degree they have lost their independence in the world? Has no man kept his memories intact other than me? It is an air about which God seems indifferent to decide upon. I shall make them remember you, Emanuel. I shall return their scattered memories to the lifeless, hollow cases upon which they lie dormant. If no man, save me, can manage a single sentence of you, then all I have done may go to waste. Do not worry, my friend, I cannot allow you to return to a world where you have no place in history. Even if it takes the rest of my life…”
Log #4
“It is finally the promised time. My creation is complete; the ultimate core to reanimate your being. All that still bars your new life, Emanuel, is a source of infinite energy. To many, this is a conclusive error that would prevent such a project from continuing. There is no place known to man where energy is everlasting. But I am no ordinary man. A land exists, parallel in dimension to ours, equal in size and mass. Our dimensions pull in upon each other with such massive force that it comes as a surprise that they do not collapse upon themselves. I indulged myself in this concept, hopeful that I may uncover a suppliant to fill your needs. Through grueling weeks and months of research and experimentation, a single result came up. It was an extraordinary discovery, and one I thought, at first, was inconceivable. I had unknowingly distorted space and time, bending them inside the area of a microscopic sphere. I recorded the results immediately, and studied upon it for many nights. My mind was destroyed at the complexity of this challenge. Some great luck came upon me one day, and I saw the truth behind what I was witnessing. There is a secondary space within our dimensions which holds steadfast the rifts which planets emanate. To achieve such a possibility, a zone within the connected areas would require a vast, bottomless supply of energy. This “subspace”, so to speak, contains just that. The energy within is enough to supply the core I have created for eternity. But one setback of this science scars the victory. Once you have linked yourself to subspace, Emanuel, I am afraid to say, you may never leave. The energy of subspace is required to provide stability to universal space, and even I cannot alter this. If you are to succeed in harnessing the powers within subspace, though, you could have the ability to view every point of the universe at your command, as well as gain the power to lure a planet into subspace. When a planet is brought before its death into subspace, the dimension outside of it becomes distorted with the dark, depressing negative energy. In subspace, the planet will appear to you as a fragment, an orb that melds upon the energy within the subspace. So much can happen as a planet feeds upon the corruptive energy in subspace, and a man like myself cannot even begin to describe them all. But these new discoveries intrigue me greatly. I never even began to think I would stumble upon such a finding. Emanuel, you shall feel life in its glorious peak, as a god!”
Log #5
“This is my final entry. Subspace has provided me with the power necessary to render your core full of life, and even more. I know now why I felt so strongly about your death, Emanuel. If people can forget you so easily, then there is no good to be found among the race of man. I no longer view myself as human, and like you are to become momentarily, Emanuel, I have turned myself into a creature descended from the energy of subspace. It is now that you will be remembered, my friend. People will call your name from around the universe as the highest being in existence. They will shout out into the sky of the legacy of Emanuel Simion Tabuu!”
SSBW is the real place to look for this story, but I'll post it here, too! This is the first chapter, with the stage Destroyed Fortuna
Chapter 1: Fox: A Threat Awakens!
Fox leaned against the right haunch of his Arwing, thinking of the past adventure Star Fox had embarked upon. During the battles of the aparoids and the anglar, the team was together and decisive. But things still didn’t last together for long. The great Star Fox had been cut apart recently. Fox, the noteworthy leader, was in a depressed state. He resisted giving into missions left and right, and they still seemed to continue stacking up, trying with massive force to shatter the silence of his thought. Fox’s mind seemed cloudy to his friends these days; a mark of trauma left carved into his being from the events of the aparoid home world and the break-up of his team. Peppy was busy these days with more important manners, being the new general of the Cornerian Army, and Slippy regularly was out to see the planets with Amanda. Slippy had found more time to be with Fox recently, but was not always there. Unlike his remaining teammate, Fox was constantly in his Arwing, traveling to find answers to his diminishing happiness. Everything became irrelevant to him besides finding the answers. He thought always of his friends, of Falco and Krystal, and wished they would come back to the team. Fox stood up and looked out on the hangar in the Great Fox to the open world below. Unknown to Fox, something was stirring about the air. A click came up on the monitor, but the fuzz prevented Fox from seeing who it was. Despite the fuzz, the sound was still adequate.
Soon enough, a voice was heard from the screen. “Fox, hey! Something just came!” a nasally sound cried from the monitor, “And it looks real important! I think you should come take a look!” It was definitely Slippy’s voice.
Fox thought of ignoring the mission like the others before, but Slippy seemed to be serious. What was so important that he would be set off like that? Curiosity filled Fox’s mind. “Perhaps this one time would be alright.” he thought. Turning himself around, he started off towards the thingypit, not even noticing the dark orb attaching itself to his Arwing.
Entering the thingypit, Fox immediately questioned Slippy. “What’s the matter? You sounded real serious, Slippy.” Fox looked down at the clutter on the ground, an obvious sign that Slippy had been piling through all of the old mission requests.
“This IS serious, Fox.” He had bloodshot eyes, hinting that he had been up looking upon the matter all night. His usual perkiness was missing in action, replaced by the terror Fox was witnessing. His voice was full of dismay as he said, “A whole bunch of aparoids just attacked the surface of Fortuna!”
Fox staggered for a moment. “Aparoids? But we finished all of them off when we destroyed their home world!” The mission was impossible to forget. The time that General Pepper had died… the things the aparoids did were far too horrible to leave his mind.
Slippy was quick to reply. “I know! But they’re back again! And they seem seriously mad!” He made such a commotion that Fox was sure the universe had heard him. “They’ve destroyed over a fourth of the cities on the planet already! And they aren’t stopping!”
Fox gasped in disbelief. A whole fourth of Fortuna gone that fast? It was mind-boggling! Fortuna’s outcome seemed bleak at these standards. Weapons were not abundant on the planet since Star Fox’s assault on Andrew Oikonny’s vast fleet. The aparoids were coming in with too much force for the poor citizens of Fortuna to escape in time. He knew they couldn’t be left there for dead. But even the Great Fox could not hold all of those people. He would need to destroy the aparoids in his Arwing. He thought of Falco and Krystal, preparing for battle alongside him, and suddenly gained an idea. “Slippy, get the Arwing ready,” Fox commanded. He spun around to head towards his room.
“Huh? Fox, where’re you going?” Slippy inquired.
“I’m going to get a few supplies.”
Fox, in his flight suit, hopped aboard his Arwing, guns mounted and ready for combat. He looked for all of the standards: stable G-Thrusters, smoothed frontal mounts, and others alike. Everything was in working order. Fox planted his “special item” into the thingypit, resting on the floor. Fortuna was resting in this mission’s success. “Slippy,” Fox said, “make sure that we have constant contact during the attack. I don’t think I can handle this one alone.”
Slippy was nervous about the outcome, so Fox had told him to stay and direct the mission. Fox wasn’t so sure that Slippy could keep up, anyway, and it would be easier not having to save him. This mission required perfect execution to stay alive, and Fox felt that he would need someone to keep his objectives clear. “No problem, Fox. I’ll stay on the mission from here. I won’t let you down!” Slippy still seemed to be chilled over the mission. He was probably feeling as lost over Falco and Krystal as Fox was.
“All right, then. I’m counting on you, Slippy!” Fox exclaimed, bringing the Arwing’s engines to life. But in all of these words, Fox knew that Fortuna was depending on him. He would have to fight with his life on the line for this rescue to be successful. The Arwing rose gently as the hangar door opened, then rocketed out as Fox thought of his friends once again. “Falco… Krystal… if only you were here to help us… we need you.” The planet below appeared red with flames blazing, engulfing cities into a grizzly inferno.
A wind came about Fox’s ship as he entered the atmosphere of Fortuna, replacing the burning entry. This could only mean the air about the planet was beginning to dissipate. The aparoids must have done this in order to exterminate the remaining life on Fortuna. Air had not totally deserted the planet, but it was being drained fast. If Fox was not quick enough, Fortuna could become a wasteland. There was no hesitation as Fox reached for the boosters, pulling the throttle to full. The Arwing roared to incredible speed in an instant. In a manner of seconds, he was upon the surface of the planet. Buildings and towers were crumbled, burning to cinder as the planet continued to die. There was no sign of the aparoids remaining in this destroyed city. Fox flew the Arwing through the flames and into the sky, searching for the monsters. Taking in all of the death around him, Fox soon became infuriated by the actions of the aparoids. Absolutely no life was left where they had stricken. All was lost to the waves of flame and deprived air. Soon enough, Slippy took command of the situation.
“Fox, the aparoids are heading towards the base we fought Oikonny at. They’re armed with some weird sort of plasma canon. It’s massive! There’s no doubt; it’s the reason the planet’s dying so fast.” Slippy sounded like he was chattering his teeth from fear. “If we don’t stop them before they hit the base with that canon, they could use the remaining bomb supply as a means to destroy the planet!” He acted almost as though it was unstoppable. As though they already had the world in their grasp. And perhaps they did. But Fox wasn’t giving up without a fight.
“Slippy, could you send me a smart bomb?” Fox asked calmly.
“What?! Do you want to help them destroy the planet?” Slippy exclaimed.
“No, I don’t, Slippy. But I’ve got a plan to take those evil monsters down once and for all.”
Slippy seemed to take an eternity to decide. “If…if you say so, Fox. I’m sending you a smart bomb now. But be careful.” Over the monitor, the screen cut out, and a smart bomb materialized into the gun barrel. Fox placed his secret item onto the electric grid of his ship’s monitor, and it began to whir, conducting a current of electricity through the gun barrels. He turned the ship towards the direction of Oikonny’s armed base, and propelled the ship in that direction.
“I only hope that this will finish it,” Fox thought, “for Fortuna’s sake.” In a way he hadn’t experienced for a year, Fox felt hope welling up inside of him. It wasn’t about himself, or his old mistakes. All that mattered now was saving what was left of Fortuna. And fast.
Oikonny’s base wasn’t well guarded. This concerned Fox as he passed through the destroyed gate without any sight of the aparoids. The Arwing was gliding above the smoldering remains of the base, and Fox looked down to see the old ship Oikonny had tried to use as a last-ditch effort to destroy Star Fox. He remembered how after Oikonny had been repulsed, the aparoid had finished him off. It was the beginning of the aparoid threat. And now it was beginning all over again. Fox sped through the base with still no sighting of the aparoids, until he reached the bomb hangar. Looking through the small opening, Fox spotted an aparoid gathering the bombs laid upon the ground. He returned to his Arwing and started up the engines.
“I’ve still got time. Perfect! I’ll take out the aparoid with no problem!” He looked into the hangar once more, but the aparoid was gathering the bombs more quickly now. Fox didn’t care; it couldn’t get away in time. But he didn’t notice the aparoids above him.
All of a sudden, aparoids swooped down from above, firing towards Fox’s Arwing. They missed, but Fox was shaken about and off guard. “Uuunnhhh!” he cried as the debris crashed against the side of his face. A little stream of blood ran down his forehead, and he looked up in horror. The aparoids numbered in ten or more, all larger than the one inside of the hangar. A chill ran down Fox’s spine as they all charged his Arwing with great speed. He quickly lowered the shield over the thingypit and blasted through the attack. He was now on the run from the aparoids. Fire blazed across the land, touching the sky and creating an obstacle for Fox. He flew through burning buildings and collapsing towers, trying desperately to take advantage of the monsters in pursuit. Nothing was working against these stronger aparoids, and soon Fox ran out of options. He was cornered by the aparoids, in an infinite chase. He would expire before the aparoids, and be killed without mercy. There was only one thing to do left. Fox turned the ship around and charged the aparoids. He slammed his fist on the firing button, and the smart bomb left by Slippy moved into place. The electrical current of Fox’s device passed through the smart bomb.
“Fox, what did you just do?” Slippy asked, on the edge of his seat over the chase.
“I just gave the smart bomb a little boost.” Fox replied. He was on his last-ditch effort now. He wouldn’t be able to take any distractions. “Slippy, sorry, but I’ll have to cut the sound from your message out.” Fox took the monitor and switched it off. The screen went black, and all of the energy was pushed into the device generating electricity. Fox turned at the aparoids with his Arwing, and fired the bomb. “Take this, aparoids! This is the end!” The world seemed to move in slow motion. The bomb went towards the aparoids, crackling with electricity. It was a sure-hit. Fox was thrilled at the aparoids’ oncoming demise, until one of the aparoids redirected the bomb using a sonic current. Fox’s victory turned to absolute terror. The aparoids turned upon him instantly. One of the aparoids speared the back of Fox’s Arwing, destroying its engines and suspending it in mid-air. The aparoid held tight to the ship while another flew upward. The aparoid began to charge energy into its core. Fox knew it was all over. There was no stopping these aparoids. They were just too powerful for anyone to take down. He waited as the aparoid charged for his imminent demise.
Slippy had sent a scouting camera down to continue following Fox’s trail, and saw the attack. “Fox, look out! He’s getting ready to attack!” Slippy knew Fox couldn’t hear him, but he was terrified. Slippy felt like a useless friend as he watched the aparoids prepare to kill Fox. “How come I didn’t go help him? Why was I so afraid?” He couldn’t keep himself calm.
Fox had closed his eyes and braced himself for the foray. “I’m sorry, guys,” he mumbled, “I lost to these evil creatures. I can’t continue anymore.” Fox thought of Falco and Krystal, and even of Peppy. “It’s over… they got me.” The aparoid was complete with its charge, and readied to fire at the defenseless Fox. It screeched in victory.
“Fooooxxxx!” Slippy yelled
The beam was fired.
More is heading your way soon!
Hello! and welcome to Master Dusk's Brawl fanfiction, The Shadow Bane! This story focuses on events which took place behind the origins of “The Subspace Emissary”, as well as create a continuation of the adventure started by the Nintendo universe. Many names used within this series are nonexistent, including the name originally worn, according to my story, by Meta Knight. Nintendo owns Super Smash Bros; I do not claim the Nintendo characters as mine in any way.
Now that that’s out of the way, here’s how the series is going to work:
1. The story runs in the viewpoints of all of the characters. There is no particular order to what characters might be in the next chapter. Chapters are categorized by the characters, so when they end their segment, the next chapter begins. Sorry if it still sounds confusing.
2. All of the characters talk, including Donkey Kong and Pikachu. This is done in order to make the story more entertaining to read and to allow a role for every character.
3. Each story might eventually collide in some way, so at some point in the story, you might be seeing 2 character universes interacting within one storyline.
4. Some characters are completely made up, as are their backgrounds. Dusk is not a real character; if he is, I sure have absolutely no clue what he appears in.
5. The names are a little bizarre, I realize that. I know how weird it is looking at names like some of the characters have, but just put up with it.
“The Shadow Bane” is relatively long, and each chapter is almost like an episode in some aspect; the ideas that are written are thought of on the fly sometimes, so the story is always open to change. Hope you enjoy the story! If you have suggestions, let me hear them!
Master Dusk is glad to bring you this little announcement
The Shadow Bane
SSBW is the real place to look for this story, but I'll post it here, too! Time for the Prologue, and the stage Emanuel's Grave
Prologue
Log #1
“My dear friend Emanuel, I have almost finished your new sentience. Soon, you shall be free once again to the joys of our cherished life, and I will finally see you among the proud living, not as a rival, but as a comrade of sorts. Oh, the things you must see! The things you must learn! You shall be overjoyed as I am to hear of the advances of mankind and their capacity for thought, their open arms to technology, the likes of such a presentation could never behold! The mere anticipation that you will see the moment as a living, perceptible creature in company with our concurrent society alone makes me light-headed in a way I have never felt for years! A light shall shine upon you soon, Emanuel; I promise that.”
Log #2
“While some call my advanced manner of thought moonstruck, they have no understanding to the impact such a discovery would make on humanity. They do not think how this type of life-giving technology could save people. And then they shall be lost to the wonders of our victory. What a frustrating prospect! If all creatures were to look for answers more thoroughly, we would be a populace unlike any other! That would be welcome, wouldn’t you agree, Emanuel? What people nevermore search for answers in a place such as we live? There is no minding of that in the present; your new life is near completion. It shall be soon!”
Log #3
“The cold grasp of frustration has taken hold of me yet again. How is it possible that people have forgotten you, my friend? There is no other person in the world who could replace your achievements! Perhaps to a certain degree they have lost their independence in the world? Has no man kept his memories intact other than me? It is an air about which God seems indifferent to decide upon. I shall make them remember you, Emanuel. I shall return their scattered memories to the lifeless, hollow cases upon which they lie dormant. If no man, save me, can manage a single sentence of you, then all I have done may go to waste. Do not worry, my friend, I cannot allow you to return to a world where you have no place in history. Even if it takes the rest of my life…”
Log #4
“It is finally the promised time. My creation is complete; the ultimate core to reanimate your being. All that still bars your new life, Emanuel, is a source of infinite energy. To many, this is a conclusive error that would prevent such a project from continuing. There is no place known to man where energy is everlasting. But I am no ordinary man. A land exists, parallel in dimension to ours, equal in size and mass. Our dimensions pull in upon each other with such massive force that it comes as a surprise that they do not collapse upon themselves. I indulged myself in this concept, hopeful that I may uncover a suppliant to fill your needs. Through grueling weeks and months of research and experimentation, a single result came up. It was an extraordinary discovery, and one I thought, at first, was inconceivable. I had unknowingly distorted space and time, bending them inside the area of a microscopic sphere. I recorded the results immediately, and studied upon it for many nights. My mind was destroyed at the complexity of this challenge. Some great luck came upon me one day, and I saw the truth behind what I was witnessing. There is a secondary space within our dimensions which holds steadfast the rifts which planets emanate. To achieve such a possibility, a zone within the connected areas would require a vast, bottomless supply of energy. This “subspace”, so to speak, contains just that. The energy within is enough to supply the core I have created for eternity. But one setback of this science scars the victory. Once you have linked yourself to subspace, Emanuel, I am afraid to say, you may never leave. The energy of subspace is required to provide stability to universal space, and even I cannot alter this. If you are to succeed in harnessing the powers within subspace, though, you could have the ability to view every point of the universe at your command, as well as gain the power to lure a planet into subspace. When a planet is brought before its death into subspace, the dimension outside of it becomes distorted with the dark, depressing negative energy. In subspace, the planet will appear to you as a fragment, an orb that melds upon the energy within the subspace. So much can happen as a planet feeds upon the corruptive energy in subspace, and a man like myself cannot even begin to describe them all. But these new discoveries intrigue me greatly. I never even began to think I would stumble upon such a finding. Emanuel, you shall feel life in its glorious peak, as a god!”
Log #5
“This is my final entry. Subspace has provided me with the power necessary to render your core full of life, and even more. I know now why I felt so strongly about your death, Emanuel. If people can forget you so easily, then there is no good to be found among the race of man. I no longer view myself as human, and like you are to become momentarily, Emanuel, I have turned myself into a creature descended from the energy of subspace. It is now that you will be remembered, my friend. People will call your name from around the universe as the highest being in existence. They will shout out into the sky of the legacy of Emanuel Simion Tabuu!”
SSBW is the real place to look for this story, but I'll post it here, too! This is the first chapter, with the stage Destroyed Fortuna
Chapter 1: Fox: A Threat Awakens!
Fox leaned against the right haunch of his Arwing, thinking of the past adventure Star Fox had embarked upon. During the battles of the aparoids and the anglar, the team was together and decisive. But things still didn’t last together for long. The great Star Fox had been cut apart recently. Fox, the noteworthy leader, was in a depressed state. He resisted giving into missions left and right, and they still seemed to continue stacking up, trying with massive force to shatter the silence of his thought. Fox’s mind seemed cloudy to his friends these days; a mark of trauma left carved into his being from the events of the aparoid home world and the break-up of his team. Peppy was busy these days with more important manners, being the new general of the Cornerian Army, and Slippy regularly was out to see the planets with Amanda. Slippy had found more time to be with Fox recently, but was not always there. Unlike his remaining teammate, Fox was constantly in his Arwing, traveling to find answers to his diminishing happiness. Everything became irrelevant to him besides finding the answers. He thought always of his friends, of Falco and Krystal, and wished they would come back to the team. Fox stood up and looked out on the hangar in the Great Fox to the open world below. Unknown to Fox, something was stirring about the air. A click came up on the monitor, but the fuzz prevented Fox from seeing who it was. Despite the fuzz, the sound was still adequate.
Soon enough, a voice was heard from the screen. “Fox, hey! Something just came!” a nasally sound cried from the monitor, “And it looks real important! I think you should come take a look!” It was definitely Slippy’s voice.
Fox thought of ignoring the mission like the others before, but Slippy seemed to be serious. What was so important that he would be set off like that? Curiosity filled Fox’s mind. “Perhaps this one time would be alright.” he thought. Turning himself around, he started off towards the thingypit, not even noticing the dark orb attaching itself to his Arwing.
Entering the thingypit, Fox immediately questioned Slippy. “What’s the matter? You sounded real serious, Slippy.” Fox looked down at the clutter on the ground, an obvious sign that Slippy had been piling through all of the old mission requests.
“This IS serious, Fox.” He had bloodshot eyes, hinting that he had been up looking upon the matter all night. His usual perkiness was missing in action, replaced by the terror Fox was witnessing. His voice was full of dismay as he said, “A whole bunch of aparoids just attacked the surface of Fortuna!”
Fox staggered for a moment. “Aparoids? But we finished all of them off when we destroyed their home world!” The mission was impossible to forget. The time that General Pepper had died… the things the aparoids did were far too horrible to leave his mind.
Slippy was quick to reply. “I know! But they’re back again! And they seem seriously mad!” He made such a commotion that Fox was sure the universe had heard him. “They’ve destroyed over a fourth of the cities on the planet already! And they aren’t stopping!”
Fox gasped in disbelief. A whole fourth of Fortuna gone that fast? It was mind-boggling! Fortuna’s outcome seemed bleak at these standards. Weapons were not abundant on the planet since Star Fox’s assault on Andrew Oikonny’s vast fleet. The aparoids were coming in with too much force for the poor citizens of Fortuna to escape in time. He knew they couldn’t be left there for dead. But even the Great Fox could not hold all of those people. He would need to destroy the aparoids in his Arwing. He thought of Falco and Krystal, preparing for battle alongside him, and suddenly gained an idea. “Slippy, get the Arwing ready,” Fox commanded. He spun around to head towards his room.
“Huh? Fox, where’re you going?” Slippy inquired.
“I’m going to get a few supplies.”
Fox, in his flight suit, hopped aboard his Arwing, guns mounted and ready for combat. He looked for all of the standards: stable G-Thrusters, smoothed frontal mounts, and others alike. Everything was in working order. Fox planted his “special item” into the thingypit, resting on the floor. Fortuna was resting in this mission’s success. “Slippy,” Fox said, “make sure that we have constant contact during the attack. I don’t think I can handle this one alone.”
Slippy was nervous about the outcome, so Fox had told him to stay and direct the mission. Fox wasn’t so sure that Slippy could keep up, anyway, and it would be easier not having to save him. This mission required perfect execution to stay alive, and Fox felt that he would need someone to keep his objectives clear. “No problem, Fox. I’ll stay on the mission from here. I won’t let you down!” Slippy still seemed to be chilled over the mission. He was probably feeling as lost over Falco and Krystal as Fox was.
“All right, then. I’m counting on you, Slippy!” Fox exclaimed, bringing the Arwing’s engines to life. But in all of these words, Fox knew that Fortuna was depending on him. He would have to fight with his life on the line for this rescue to be successful. The Arwing rose gently as the hangar door opened, then rocketed out as Fox thought of his friends once again. “Falco… Krystal… if only you were here to help us… we need you.” The planet below appeared red with flames blazing, engulfing cities into a grizzly inferno.
A wind came about Fox’s ship as he entered the atmosphere of Fortuna, replacing the burning entry. This could only mean the air about the planet was beginning to dissipate. The aparoids must have done this in order to exterminate the remaining life on Fortuna. Air had not totally deserted the planet, but it was being drained fast. If Fox was not quick enough, Fortuna could become a wasteland. There was no hesitation as Fox reached for the boosters, pulling the throttle to full. The Arwing roared to incredible speed in an instant. In a manner of seconds, he was upon the surface of the planet. Buildings and towers were crumbled, burning to cinder as the planet continued to die. There was no sign of the aparoids remaining in this destroyed city. Fox flew the Arwing through the flames and into the sky, searching for the monsters. Taking in all of the death around him, Fox soon became infuriated by the actions of the aparoids. Absolutely no life was left where they had stricken. All was lost to the waves of flame and deprived air. Soon enough, Slippy took command of the situation.
“Fox, the aparoids are heading towards the base we fought Oikonny at. They’re armed with some weird sort of plasma canon. It’s massive! There’s no doubt; it’s the reason the planet’s dying so fast.” Slippy sounded like he was chattering his teeth from fear. “If we don’t stop them before they hit the base with that canon, they could use the remaining bomb supply as a means to destroy the planet!” He acted almost as though it was unstoppable. As though they already had the world in their grasp. And perhaps they did. But Fox wasn’t giving up without a fight.
“Slippy, could you send me a smart bomb?” Fox asked calmly.
“What?! Do you want to help them destroy the planet?” Slippy exclaimed.
“No, I don’t, Slippy. But I’ve got a plan to take those evil monsters down once and for all.”
Slippy seemed to take an eternity to decide. “If…if you say so, Fox. I’m sending you a smart bomb now. But be careful.” Over the monitor, the screen cut out, and a smart bomb materialized into the gun barrel. Fox placed his secret item onto the electric grid of his ship’s monitor, and it began to whir, conducting a current of electricity through the gun barrels. He turned the ship towards the direction of Oikonny’s armed base, and propelled the ship in that direction.
“I only hope that this will finish it,” Fox thought, “for Fortuna’s sake.” In a way he hadn’t experienced for a year, Fox felt hope welling up inside of him. It wasn’t about himself, or his old mistakes. All that mattered now was saving what was left of Fortuna. And fast.
Oikonny’s base wasn’t well guarded. This concerned Fox as he passed through the destroyed gate without any sight of the aparoids. The Arwing was gliding above the smoldering remains of the base, and Fox looked down to see the old ship Oikonny had tried to use as a last-ditch effort to destroy Star Fox. He remembered how after Oikonny had been repulsed, the aparoid had finished him off. It was the beginning of the aparoid threat. And now it was beginning all over again. Fox sped through the base with still no sighting of the aparoids, until he reached the bomb hangar. Looking through the small opening, Fox spotted an aparoid gathering the bombs laid upon the ground. He returned to his Arwing and started up the engines.
“I’ve still got time. Perfect! I’ll take out the aparoid with no problem!” He looked into the hangar once more, but the aparoid was gathering the bombs more quickly now. Fox didn’t care; it couldn’t get away in time. But he didn’t notice the aparoids above him.
All of a sudden, aparoids swooped down from above, firing towards Fox’s Arwing. They missed, but Fox was shaken about and off guard. “Uuunnhhh!” he cried as the debris crashed against the side of his face. A little stream of blood ran down his forehead, and he looked up in horror. The aparoids numbered in ten or more, all larger than the one inside of the hangar. A chill ran down Fox’s spine as they all charged his Arwing with great speed. He quickly lowered the shield over the thingypit and blasted through the attack. He was now on the run from the aparoids. Fire blazed across the land, touching the sky and creating an obstacle for Fox. He flew through burning buildings and collapsing towers, trying desperately to take advantage of the monsters in pursuit. Nothing was working against these stronger aparoids, and soon Fox ran out of options. He was cornered by the aparoids, in an infinite chase. He would expire before the aparoids, and be killed without mercy. There was only one thing to do left. Fox turned the ship around and charged the aparoids. He slammed his fist on the firing button, and the smart bomb left by Slippy moved into place. The electrical current of Fox’s device passed through the smart bomb.
“Fox, what did you just do?” Slippy asked, on the edge of his seat over the chase.
“I just gave the smart bomb a little boost.” Fox replied. He was on his last-ditch effort now. He wouldn’t be able to take any distractions. “Slippy, sorry, but I’ll have to cut the sound from your message out.” Fox took the monitor and switched it off. The screen went black, and all of the energy was pushed into the device generating electricity. Fox turned at the aparoids with his Arwing, and fired the bomb. “Take this, aparoids! This is the end!” The world seemed to move in slow motion. The bomb went towards the aparoids, crackling with electricity. It was a sure-hit. Fox was thrilled at the aparoids’ oncoming demise, until one of the aparoids redirected the bomb using a sonic current. Fox’s victory turned to absolute terror. The aparoids turned upon him instantly. One of the aparoids speared the back of Fox’s Arwing, destroying its engines and suspending it in mid-air. The aparoid held tight to the ship while another flew upward. The aparoid began to charge energy into its core. Fox knew it was all over. There was no stopping these aparoids. They were just too powerful for anyone to take down. He waited as the aparoid charged for his imminent demise.
Slippy had sent a scouting camera down to continue following Fox’s trail, and saw the attack. “Fox, look out! He’s getting ready to attack!” Slippy knew Fox couldn’t hear him, but he was terrified. Slippy felt like a useless friend as he watched the aparoids prepare to kill Fox. “How come I didn’t go help him? Why was I so afraid?” He couldn’t keep himself calm.
Fox had closed his eyes and braced himself for the foray. “I’m sorry, guys,” he mumbled, “I lost to these evil creatures. I can’t continue anymore.” Fox thought of Falco and Krystal, and even of Peppy. “It’s over… they got me.” The aparoid was complete with its charge, and readied to fire at the defenseless Fox. It screeched in victory.
“Fooooxxxx!” Slippy yelled
The beam was fired.
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