The Battle of Trevadooran
By Jason Wolfman
All right, all right, I have finally gotten my brain working on this
story was actually on my mind for months. The plot of this story is
(several things here I have borrowed from Star Wars, with no malice
George Lucas and countless fans of the Sci-Fi genre, which includes me),
but for some reason,
I couldn't find a way on how the story begins. So the story sits....and
sits....without any more words or even letters added to it. I had plenty
to scrap this story and upset perhaps thousands of fans. Yet, here I am,
I hope writer's block won't do its dreaded job here, but with my luck
I'm sure it would do so.
StarFox, StarWolf, Emperor Andross, General Pepper, Commander Bill Grey,
Caiman, and Fara Phoenix are Nintendo.
Shivan Tresley [my goodness....I'm beginning to like her....(shudders)],
Justice Cadets, Sapphire Paladins (minus Gregory Nothrana this time),
Squadron, Sherry Trevor, John Tana, Carl Thurman, Venus Avalona, Daniel
Xaven, Jack Stané, Greg Olson, Jameson DiVillana, Travis Neal (or
Xavier Lean, depending on
what side you're on), Shoshont Lizbea, Tim Salek, Lisa Crusta, Edward
Woshive, Don and Allen Bernestien, and Dr. P are all created by me and
not to be
used without my permission. Comprendé?
The Conquest Squadron and Star McCloud are created by Kay Twilight, so
you now know
who to ask if you want to use them. Amy Johnson is a real life person,
so ask her
if you want the snow leopard leader of the Paladins in your story.
Motambo is created by Nakar Gabab, who needs feedback for his stories.
Many thanks once
again to my Vitrian translator, Zerofox.
"The Battle of Trevadooran . . . hmm, some people call it a needless
tragedy. I call
it a must battle in the Androssian War."
--Professor McDale, Corneria City Museum historian, nine years after the
"There's four Greenies coming--!!!!"
The Invader pilot failed to finish what he was warning as an explosion
adding another casualty to this battle at Outpost 459. Blinding lights
onto the eyes of the several hundred Cornerian and Venomian fighters
firing their hyper lasers as the space station Outpost 459 stood by like
an engulfed bystander.
Two hundred Invader-II jets, with frantic pilots flying them, shot
like dragonflies shooting lasers, desperate to defend their station.
the only Venomian station stubbornly staying put in Katina space, were
blasting out ion
lasers from its cannons, the only means of defense they have. The
was partly destroyed in some areas, but as long as the ion cannons were
remained a threat to the three hundred Green-class and Bulldog-class jets
see the station obliterated once and for all.
Commander Bill Grey felt a spilt-second of satisfaction as his lasers
the hull of an unlucky Invader, only to be replaced by determination as
one more pass toward Outpost 459. Because the outdated Greenies does not
carrying capacity, it was up to Grey and his famed Bulldog Squadron (the
was left behind to defend Katina HQ) to throw their heavy artillery at
Bill had tried to shoot a bomb at the Outpost once before, but an ion
laser, sometimes used as a countermeasure, blasted the projectile before
the bomb would collide
the station. Since he has only three bombs left, Bill knew he would have
lucky and fast.
"Green nine to eleven, cover for me!" Bill ordered the three Greenie
pilots as booming
sounds buzzed into his ears. "I'm going to try again at that
Wordlessly, the three Greenie jets flew in formation close behind the
their lasers at any Invader that dared to go at it against the best
friend of Fox
McCloud. The four jets swerved and dodged through the crossfire of
and explosions. One of the Greenies exploded, leaving two left to defend
Bill grunted as a laser made a dent on his jet's starboard hull. A spark
or two flew
out and stung his canine fur on his arm, but he ignored it and geared up
bomb waiting impatiently in his jet to fire. Another flash burst onto
his eyes as
the second Greenie escort was added to the casualty list, but Bill was
close enough to
Outpost to do what he was risking his life to do.
A small grin curled up on his lips. "Here's a gift for you, Captain
yelled, talking indirectly to the one in charge of Outpost 459, and
trigger. A ball of blue flame spilled out from his turret, and it
screeched in a
straight line directly toward the center of the station.
The explosion that followed was a marvel to see, even though Bill had
only a few seconds
to admire it. Outpost 459, a dreaded station serving Emperor Andross,
as Bill's lucky nova bomb struck head on the center. Chunks of metal
thick beams splattered out of the station, and smaller explosions dotted
the ruined area.
Then, a second explosion blasted from the same part of the station,
Must be some core that had been destroyed due to my special "gift"
Bill thought quickly, setting his sights on the Invaders and their
"Holy crap-a-loosa!" A Cornerian pilot exclaimed in wonder. "Look at
Outpost 459 had resigned as the only Venomian station in Katina space.
in the direct center of the station became too much for it to tolerate,
yet noticeably, the station began to......drift apart in half. Due to
shape of the station and that the double explosions had shattered the
at the center of it, the top half of the station was drifting upward,
while the bottom
half was drifting the other direction. Smaller explosions burst out from
the other areas of the station, but most of the pilots noticed the
spreading gap of cluttered
debris that used to be where Captain Haras was standing in. To Bill,
was beginning to look like two pills instead of a cigar.
"YEEE-AAAHH!!!!" Bill exclaimed his victory cry. "Let's take care of
the rest of
His co-pilots agreed with their cheers as the Invaders continued to be
by one. A signal of retreat was given to them, and one hundred remaining
turned toward Venom and accelerated to their top speed. Some of the
pilots chased them, but most of them let the Venomians go, satisfied with
torn in two. All two hundred people inside the military station were
with the hyena captain. The famed station had gone through over thirty
raids by Cornerian fighters during the war, but now, it's only defeat had
led to it's doom.
Bill let out a sigh of relief as the explosions and laser firing of
battle had ceased.
"Sergeant Bullvan, casualty report."
"I'm getting it, Sir," the female bobwhite chirped a response. "Nice
"Thanks, Lucy. That really was a one-in-a-thousand shot."
"Isn't it supposed to be one-in-a-million?"
"Outpost 459 is not that hard to miss, Lucy!"
Laughter burst into their comlinks. Then the bird received the casualty
Sir, I got it. Forty Bulldog pilots and ninety Greenie pilots killed.
to 20% of the Bulldog Squadron, and 45% of the Greenies, Sir."
Bill grumbled. "Damn. I wish there were less killed."
"We all wish for that, Commander. In war, this happens, wether we like
it or not."
"Yeah, you're right. Let's head home, fellas. I don't know about you,
but I'm glad
we got the stink of Andross out of Katina space."
As the surviving jets head toward Katina, Outpost 459 lies silent in a
space, surrounded by burnt and torn metal. With it's ion cannons still
and all the
indoor lights gone, the station resembled a drifter, all alone and
When the news reached the ape that sat upon the throne of Venom, he
muttered a low
curse. With Outpost 459 gone, Andross's influence in Katina space,
what's left of
it, had gone kaboom along with the station. Losing one of his front line
was not what he wanted to have in a good day, or even in a bad day.
Emperor Andross held
a thick paw over his face, and shook his head.
The messenger standing before him, a weasel in a red uniform, looked at
concernedly. "Your Imperial Majesty?"
Andross took his hand away and stared his beady eyes at the now trembling
"What is it?"
"Um, uh, General Harbeak demands to know when will we strike Katina space
take back what we had lost."
"I don't know at this moment, messenger. Tell him that I will give him
what he needs
to know tomorrow. Dismissed."
The weasel saluted. "Yes, your Imperial Majesty," he spoke firmly and
As the messenger walked out of the throne room, Andross stood from his
walked to his living quarters close by. His room was decorated in lavish
as his natives and soldiers were living on poverty and wretched
conditions. The war
had depleted over five-eighths of his treasury, and with the war dragging
to the start of year three, the soldiers were demoralized even to the
point of rebellion.
The natives of Venom had already disturbed his peace with riots in
precious equipment, and although those riots were crushed by the Venom
there was enough tension to make even Andross worry about another one
Crime in his Headquarter base had risen, and the dungeons where Bill
Grey had spent
in were becoming more noisier with the sounds of angry prisoners. His
falling apart from within, and Corneria was beginning to show signs that
winning after months of stalemate.
Andross sat down on a hard chair, the plastic and cotton-cushioned seat
he shuffled his body to make himself more comfortable. He pressed a
button on the
monitor phone on the desk in front of him, and a penguin wearing a
uniform that bears the stripes of Commander showed up on the screen.
The penguin saluted and blinked his small brown eyes. "Yes,
"I want a report on the Kismet,
John Tana, one of the more popular commanders in the Venomian Defense,
looked at a clipboard he was carrying. "Uh yes, Sir. It is 89%
complete, and though
we are doing the best we can, we might be delayed another two months. We
are experiencing difficulties with the construction workers due to low
pay, and there were even
talk of rebellion in the space station that they live in when they're not
Andross sighed. "Great, yet another rebellion. Well, you know what to
do when that
happens, but try to prevent it. Increase their pay, but make them work
I want the Kismet completed before the start of the new year."
John jumped back a little in surprise. "But that's only a month and a
away! We can't-"
"Before the new year starts, or your flippers will be torn off, and that
will be the
least of your worries. Do I make myself clear?"
John gulped and nodded. "Uh, yes, Sir. Before the new year starts. Is
your Imperial Majesty?"
"No, one more thing. I think it's overdue time for a tax raise to
increase my treasury,
or at least ease down the depletion of it."
"Permission to speak frankly, Sir?"
John cleared his throat. Being a commander was an advantage in a way
that he could
speak his opinion and Andross would actually listen. "It is not wise to
have a tax
hike at this moment, Emperor. The soldiers are already downtrodden with
unbearable tax rate, and with low pay, I seriously doubt they will accept
a tax raise.
Even if you threaten them at gun point, how can they pay it? With a tax
they will have less money for food, and if they are not eating right,
then they will
be weaker than normal, and that's not good, Emperor."
Andross stroked his white beard. "Hmmm.....alright, Commander. What's
for an alternative?"
"Well, why not try selling personal belongings to people that needs them,
Andross looked at his lavish surroundings. He had a thought of selling
some of the
gold and silver items, but the thought vanished after several seconds.
Commander. I want every soldier and civilian, including officers, to
sell 40% of
their personal treasures. If anyone resists, they will be punished
"Uh yes Sir," John replied, and hoped that he didn't have to sell his
"Good. Dismissed, Commander. I'm in a bad mood, and I don't want to be
"Understood, your imperial majesty. Commander Tana out," the penguin
the screen went blank. Andross stood up and let out a frustrated sigh.
onto the bed, wondering just how he could return his status as a great
Cornerian society. The Kismet may be his only chance yet to destroy his
enemies that were
gaining upon him.
"May the Gods have mercy on us."
--Captain Haras' last words in Outpost 459
Fox McCloud woke up screaming as the high-pitched sound rang into his
ears. His body
jumped, sending his blanket flying, and when he stopped screaming to
catch his breath,
he heard laugher.
It was Fara Phoenix standing on the doorway of his room, laughing and
carrying a whistle
on her paw. The fox's boyfriend shook his head angrily, his chest
heaving in and
out large breaths in shock, his heart pumping blood in a rate faster than
"Fara...Fara...Fara..." Fox gasped, failing to get enough sense to say
the next word.
Miss Phoenix laughed even harder. "I know you like to say my name, but
this is ridiculous,"
she said amid laughs. She wore a black and white jumpsuit and a golden
adorned her neck, shining brightly under the flourescent lights of Fox's
the Great Fox. Her unique-looking ears flapped as her head shook in
laugher, and even her eyes were getting watery.
The legendary pilot sat still on his rumpled up bed, and let out a
to calm himself. "Fara....don't do that again. It will give me a heart
day. You will be imprisoned for that," he said in a jokingly manner.
"And my father will just bail me out. You know how rich he is. Don't
the whistle. I won't do it until the end of this year."
"New Year's Eve is not until next week," Fox responded. He clasped a
gentle paw on
the side of his face, feeling the sweat matting his fur. He looked up at
tired eyes. "Don't you ever pay attention to a calender, Flat Ears?"
Fara made a false look of shock on her face. "Inventing new names to
call me again?
Well! Fine then, I won't blow this whistle for New Year's. I might do
it for Memorial
Day, Cornerian Independence Day, umm...what other holidays...."
Fox stood up and before Fara could react, stepped close to her and
snatched the whistle
from her. "No holiday surprises with this whistle. Believe me, it will
"Well consider this a lesson to sleep with ear plugs," Fara answered
back, not giving
Fox sighed and uttered a chuckle. He looked at Fara's whistle, and with
a slick movement
of the paw, threw it into the wastebasket, ending with a loud clank. He
an arm around her back, nearing her close to his face. Gently, they
kissed softly, unaware to their surroundings. When their lips departed,
Fara closed her eyes,
savoring the aroma of a sweating fox.
"Hmmm.....what was that for? I thought you're angry at me."
Fox grinned. "Even though you woke me up in a way that could mean the
end of me,
I knew this would be a good morning, for you was the first person I saw
Fara made a smirk and grunted. "It'll take more than that to charm me,"
withdrawing from him. "There's breakfast on the table if you want it.
Fox gave her a disgusted look. "I'm gonna have to eat Peppy's omelets
Fara punched him softly on the shoulder. "Hey, he makes good
"What about the time when even he said that his omelets tasted like
Falco's bean stew?"
"Oh that's when the salt shaker lid fell off on top of the eggs. The
bean stew was
more salter actually. I don't know why Falco likes it that way. All
that salt is
dangerous for his health you know."
"I often wonder why he would give the stew to us to eat. Like he's
punishing us for
some unknown sin that we did. Let's go eat."
The dinner table in the Great Fox was graced with Peppy's
omelets, a pitcher of orange juice with extra sweetener, two baskets of
biscuits that has some sort of reddish powder sprinkled on them, and a
plate of hash browns. Peppy Hare, the oldest and most experienced pilot
was folding the last of the omelets in the kitchen. The hare had on an
the sizzling of the skillet was buzzing into Fox's ears, still ringing
cruel wake-up call.
Slippy Toad, the most intelligent yet the most annoying and youngest
pilot, sat on
his reserved chair, anxiously awaiting the omelets he loved. He was
indeed, almost seemly to burst out with the question of when breakfast
Falco Lombardi, the falcon who believed he was cursed to sit right next
was of course annoyed by Slippy's movements. The avian second-commander
of the team
was often not a morning person, so as Fox and Fara sat down on their
seats, he was
"Got a dream that Cindy Crowford had left you for another bird?" Fox
asked his sarcastic
best friend with a grin.
Falco sneered at him. "Ha, ha, very funny, Fox. Your ears still ringing
Fox snatched a look at Fara, whom was futilely looked back at him
Falco smiled, if birds could smile. "That's good. A near-death
Fox sighed and spotted Peppy plopping the last of the cooked omelets on
plate. "Good. Breakfast has started."
"Just let me sit down first!" Peppy snapped half-angrily. "Sheesh, your
this impatient for breakfast. Like his stomach couldn't stand another
"I know. I got this from him."
"Among other things too," Falco mumbled. Fox caught that, but ignored
him. He took
one omelet and a biscuit for himself and was just about to dig in when
monitor nearby beeped the all-to-common sound. Fox threw back his head
and disbelief. "Don't tell me that's Pepper again! Will someone get
that for me?"
Fara scoffed and stood up. "Your stomach is more important than fighting
the Lylat System from tyranny, you know that?"
Fox nodded in quick agreement and stabbed a fork on the omelet. Fara
sighed and walked
over to the monitor phone.
"Who is it?"
"Hey Fara! It's me!"
Falco bulged out his eyes and spurted out a small chunk of Peppy's eggs.
The monitor showed a pink-furred cat wearing her usual white trench coat,
and a black
shirt with purple denim jeans. She wasn't dressed for flying, and there
barely noticeable scars on her chin and face. "Yeah, that's me, flyboy,"
in her Southern Cornerian accent. "You fellas eating breakfast?"
"Yeah, we're just starting, Miss Monroe," Fara replied. She has not
used to her all that often, and during the times they were in the same
they tolerate each other quietly. Although Fara knew Katt has no
intentions to make
a pass on Fox, she was still nervous around her, especially since she
in beauty marks.
"Please, call me Katt. Ms. Monroe is my Mom's name."
Fara replied with only a nod of acknowledgment. "So, what's up?"
"There's a New Years party coming up in Fortuna Base, and I was wondering
if you fellas
would come. I'm sure you all would need a break. Just how many missions
do in the past three months?"
"Twenty," Peppy answered after sipping his juice.
Slippy nodded. "We haven't gotten two days off in a row from missions.
Once we had
to do two missions at once, and one of them was as far as Zoness. Hey,
if we can
go to the party, I think we'll be there."
Katt smiled, exposing her pearl white teeth. Just several months ago,
her mother's best friend Opal be killed by a bomb in the top floor of a
She survived the blast, but a caracal confronted her and beaten her into
unconsciousness. To add salt to her wounds, the caracal member of the
threw her out the window, and the glass sliced her face, and she also
broken arm when she landed hard on garbage bags in the back of a garbage
floors down. Katt was forced to undergo surgery, and as a result, some
of the scars
were still there. She wished them to go away, but she needed more money
surgery. For now, she had to live with the physical reminder of that
the caracal. At least she still got her tail. "Hey that's good. The
will be there also. Heard of them?"
Fox had just finished his omelet, and so he had enough will power to
stand up and
walked over to the phone for a closer look at the feline. He had noticed
white hair was tied back, and there was also a small chip off her left
I have. Never met them before, but I seen them on television. They're
the best bounty hunters
I have heard, but whenever I see that panther, I get a little chill up my
"Jo'hara may seem spooky, but he's a very nice guy. Natlarn's cuter, but
much in mourning for some lost love for me to get a chance with him. He
turned me down! Can you believe it?"
Falco chuckled a bit, but even though he was sitting a short distance
away from the
monitor phone, Katt heard that. "Hey Falco! How are you doing?
If birds could blush, Falco was sight to see. "Um, uh,....no."
"Oh c'mon, Falco! I know you're not telling the truth!"
Falco muttered a curse, but gave in. "Alright, alright, I was, okay? So
Katt decided to let that question unanswered. "Well, hopefully I'll see
you all at
the party. I gotta go."
"See you later Katt," Fox said. Fara looked at him almost angrily,
because his tone
of voice was somewhat soothing and soft. She trusted him to respect the
they had, so she decided not to scold him this time.
At the same day around noon in Katina HQ, Bill Grey was preparing to
leave the paperwork
sitting on his office desk for lunch in a cafe. Ever since the
destruction of Outpost
459, things had gotten quieter, now that the Venomian influence was
kicked out. He still had to contend with Venomians wanting to regain
their "stolen" territory
back twice in a month, but all in all, Bill was relieved about the more
he's enjoying right now. He has last fought two weeks ago, and although
drills were boring, at least he won't be risking his life. The paperwork
was less also.
As he was donning his pilot jacket as he often does before he goes out of
his personal secretary and assistant Sherry Trevor came inside, holding
of papers. The husky had been working with her boss since the beginning
of the war, and consoled him during his physical recovery period after
the week of hell in
the Venom HQ Base. The dog still had nightmares of that time with Leon,
but he was
less scared of it than a year ago.
"Hey Commander. Going out for lunch?" Sherry asked him in a voice that
"Yes, I am," Bill answered, and noticed the folders she was carrying.
Sherry looked at the folders and gasped in surprise. "Oh no, these are
for one of
my co-workers. I'm delivering these to him. Can I join you for lunch?
busy and if you don't mind....."
Bill smiled and donned his sunglasses. "Sure, Miss Trevor. I'm going to
on the second floor."
"Good. Let me take care of these folders, and I'll catch up with
"Alright. See you there."
Sherry Trevor was not as attractive as some that work with her, but she
her best to look decent. She was a rust and cream colored husky, with
blue eyes that seemed to be some window to ever-lasting darkness. She
tall as her boss, and wasn't as stocky framed as Bill's boss. The red
and white sections
of fur she has wrapped all around her slim yet well-fed body were never
that would have given her fur a blending look to it. She was no hussy
rather the opposite. Being fiercely independent, she wasn't in a
relationship, and doesn't
care about living for the rest of her life alone. Her black straight
down to her slim shoulders, but despite her best efforts, some parts of
She spotted her boss sitting on one of the booths as she strolled into
cafe several floors down from her office. His face was covered by the
his unique Commander's jacket gave him away. He peeked over the menu as
down beside the opposite side of the table.
"How hungry are you? I have just realized that I only brought enough
money for myself."
Sherry just shrugged. "Don't worry, I got money of my own. I'm just as
used to being
alone as you are."
Bill chuckled, exposing his pearl-white fangs. Sherry remembered that
some of those
teeth were actually artificial, for Leon broke some of his fangs beyond
that horrible week of torture in those damp dungeons. Surgery can be a
thing, she mused. "I'll pay you back later. So, how are things going
"Well, I just heard news about my brother in Corneria City. He's getting
and I'm invited to the wedding a few weeks from now. Oh, speaking of
there's that appointment with General Pepper in Corneria HQ Base three
Bill laid down his menu with a barely noticeable look of disgust on his
can't those generals come here
and have the meeting in my office? I'm sure they have the time and
money to transport
themselves to me. Why do I have to come to them?"
"They outrank you, Bill. Therefore, you have to force yourself to come
That's a fact of life, Commander. Maybe someday you'll become a general,
have yourself several commanders to boss around and make them suffer by
to come to you. To make matters worse for them, you could live in a very
and you forget to give them the address," she said jokingly.
Bill grinned, but failed to utter any laughter. One of the many
from that week of hell with Leon. He rarely laughed. "Well, I don't
me being general. According to military rules, they are too important to
right into battle, or even to fly a fighter jet. I can't handle office
work for a
very long period of time. I need to fly."
Just then, a waiter came by their table, and Bill ordered a hamburger
a milkshake while Sherry ordered a slice of gourmet meat pie and red
"What's with the fancy food, Sherry?" Bill asked after the waiter
"Oh, it's that wedding. My brother is one of the most snobbish people I
to live with, so I might as well start getting used to that bland stuff
him eat. Now here's something I don't understand. Those fancy chefs
meals very lavishly, but what's the big deal with that? The meal will
end up in the person's
stomach anyway, and stomachs don't have eyes to admire the beauty of the
had just digested. Even if they do have eyes, the food will look like a
massed collection of-"
Bill felt a little queasy. "Please,.....I'm trying to work up an
"Oh sorry. Well, at least my sister-in-law-to-be is not as snobbish as
husband. She's a bit like me. I don't know what she sees in him."
"Opposites attract. I wonder if I'm going to be married someday."
"I think you will. Maybe to some beautiful golden retriever who writes
To her surprise, Bill actually laughed. "What possessed you to think
"I don't know. It just popped up in my insane mind. Still, I think a
would be right for you. Don't ask me why, though. I just know it."
Bill simply shrugged and left it at that. "So, any other stuff that I
need to know
for the rest of today?"
"Well there's that new shipment of new engines coming in from Crusan, and
Powell wants to see you about some new discipline rule that he wanted on
here. He thinks they're getting rowdy again."
"They deserve to have fun at this time. They fought hard, and they were
with Outpost 459 being a floating junk heap. I wish Powell would just
fellas alone. He's been hard of them ever since the beginning of this
"Well, that's Powell to you. He's too militaristic to be my type."
"No one is your type, Sherry. Anything else?"
"Not really. There's the usual paperwork and meetings."
"Oh. Someday, once this war is over, I will take a break from all that
go on some vacation. Sometimes, I think I work too hard."
"You could do that, but only if the war is over. How long has it been
since we first
heard of Andross declaring war on us?"
"About three years. It's been way too long."
"Yeah.....too long, alright," she repeated with a saddened tone. She
the war would be over before long, and that she would survive to see the
end of it.
To her, it haven't been three years. It's been three lifetimes.
"I never met Fox McCloud, but I consider him a great friend of mine
of how he helped my boss during the recovery period from that torture.
that Bill has such great friends."
--Sherry Trevor, Katina
Carl Thurman, Fleet Admiral of the newly-formed Kismet Fleet, had seen
the Kismet many times, and visited the dreadnought during it's
as he looked out the transporter window, he stared at the goliath of a
Venom in great awe. The transporter sauntering across space was a mere
germ in comparison
to the Kismet, and even the huge Venomian destroyers and cruisers were
small as they
almost surrounded Andross' newest weapon. The white German shepherd
chuckling in glee. He had served Emperor Andross well, being the main
in the Bloody Hills battle in Titania, which was a complete disaster for
Titania defenders in the beginning of the war. He literally gave his
Emperor that desert planet, and was promoted to the prestigious rank of
Admiral soon afterwards.
He stubbornly defended Titania from the Cornerian squadrons and units
grasp the planet away from him, and won many victories (mainly infantry)
black leather belt. Despite his military success, he was too loyal to
his every whim despite Andross's somewhat lack of a military mind. Also,
confident and never considered retreat as an option. Several battles
that he was
engaged in had ended up as pyrrhic victories, but the loss of hundreds of
soldiers meant little
to him. Victory was the only thing that mattered to him, and he would
all of his forces but himself to achieve it for the glory of the Emperor.
an officer Andross wanted, and Carl relished that fact.
"So," he spoke to himself with a tone that showed his age of forty-five.
have outdone himself. The Kismet will crush any resistance, and I will
be the one
in charge of it."
His newest ship was a vast architecture marvel of dazzling window lights,
cannons, laser turrets, and dull gray steel. It was more than three
and a third fraction that many in height, and it mostly resembled a
destroyer. At the top rear was a large rectangular tower, smooth on the
front, rough like
a ceiling of connecting icicles on the back. Near the front top of the
a thick red line painted on the thick hull, the entire floor consisting
of huge panel
windows. That was the Command Bridge, the biggest one of it's kind in
the history of
starships, both Venomian and Cornerian.
The ship had a very large number of crew, due to it's size; almost a
people, consisting of maintenance workers, engineers, officers, medical
fighter and transporter pilots, security, inspectors, and other assorted
required to run such a fortress. It's many bay doors served the way in
and out for a
thousand Invader-III jets, and half that many Invader-IV jets, and three
transporters. There was even an escape pod reserved for the Fleet
Admiral, but many
people, sure of victory, thought that was an over-cautious engineering
mistake. The Kismet,
mortal? That was considered folly among the soldiers of the Venomian
Carl however had his attention on the very front of the Kismet, the most
portion of the ship. A horizontal tower in the shape of a massive stake
jutted out of the bow of the ship, shaded maroon and red like blood,
for a supposedly destructive weapon. Surrounding the pyramid weapon were
four thin isosceles
triangles, all of them connected at the base of the stake. Like a spoon,
outwards, half a mile away from the stake at the farthest point, then
their sharp-edged points nearly touching the pinnacle of the dark
The weapon was dubbed as "Andross' Wrath", and according to the
engineers, it packed
a punch unheard of, perhaps taking out an entire Cornerian destroyer with
shot. That was still yet to be proven, but Andross was almost confident
engineers were right on this.
As the ship reflected on the sharp yellow eyes of the German shepherd,
out a sigh. "What a magnificent S.O.B. Those stinking Cornerians had
soon, or they will face impossible odds. Thank the Gods that I have
decided to swear my oath to the Great Emperor Andross!!"
At the same time, in Venom Headquarters, a saluki threw down her cap in
The red cap, bearing the stars of a high ranking officer, landed with a
on the saluki's personal bed in her living quarters, disrupting the flat
Thankfully for the cap, the slim dog refused to do any more punishment
to it, and instead
grumbled as she paced across her large room and back. The brown eyes of
General Venus Avalona turned watery with anger and sheer disappointment,
long haired ears flowed behind her in waves. Her black hair was tied in
a single thick braid,
stretching down to the bottom of her narrow back.
"How can he be so stupid?" Venus muttered, referring to the one person
dare insult in his presence. She was glad her quarters wasn't bugged, or
she hoped that it wasn't. Her starch-cleaned red uniform rustled in its
to bend with her quick pacing movements, and on her chest were medals
that reminded her of
the victorious deeds in capturing Macbeth for the Venom Empire. The tan
fur were glossed with cosmetic oils and sweat, her black boots thumping
on the carpeted
"Why in Venom would he think up such an absurd plan in a time like this?"
on, knowing that the questions might never be answered. The saluki had
Andross's War Room in disgust, angry with what Andross had decided to do
Kismet. Venus wanted the Kismet to take advantage of it's superior power
and just simply
bulldoze through the Lylat System, and face an unprepared Cornerian fleet
Corneria. Once the Kismet single-handedly rout the fleet, Corneria would
next capital planet of the newly-formed Lylat Empire, and Andross would
not be just an emperor
of several planets anymore. Not even StarFox would have a chance against
fortress like the Kismet. The weapon itself was shielded, and nova bombs
make a tiny bent on the thick hulls of the ship. Her plan seemed
Since the Kismet didn't need any help from other destroyers, the death
Venomians would be held at some minium, and it won't be slowed down by
of organizing a large formation of starships. Also, since the Cornerians
might not have even
heard of the Kismet, the ship would take them by surprise. Just that one
in the orbit of Corneria would be expected, and that would make a quick
end to a
war that vanquished one-third the size of Venom's original Invasion
Venus stopped her pacing and sat down on the bed, growling. "But
," she rasped in anger. "Andross wanted to invoke fear into the hearts
of every goddamn
Cornerian in the Lylat System! He wanted to have the Kismet be escorted
of the entire Venomian Space Armada. Two-thirds!!!
Why in the bloody hell the Kismet would even need them?"
A door chirped, breaking her trance of anger. "Who is it?"
"It's me, Venus," a familiar voice answered through the intercom. In
that, Venus stood up promptly and made a quick grin.
"Please, come in. I do need your company," she said. Her boyfriend
could come in
at no better a time then now.
The door opened to allow in a mastiff wearing a Sergeant uniform. The
stood at the doorway, almost blocking the door completely. His blue
worn out after several days of use, and planted on his massive head was a
with a golden hammer pin on it. His dark brown fur was stained with
sprinkles of dirt
after being outside in a drill, a recently used gas mask fastened on his
"Hello, Daniel. You heard my screaming in the hallway?"
Sergeant Daniel Xaven chuckled and marched toward her. "Yeah, I did. I
to come in, but I figured you need someone to vent your anger at."
He stopped close to her, a giant in comparison to his girlfriend,
although he was
only five inches taller than her. Because he was in the prestigious
Unit, many of the pilots and soldiers respected him, and were somewhat
by his size. He didn't care about dating someone who slaughtered Macbeth
residents in the
beginning of the war, nor didn't he care about her much higher rank.
Venus, in return,
cared little about him being Sergeant, and that she had to crank her neck
up to kiss him.
"Well, Andross really blew it this time, and I'm really angry right
"What did the Emperor do?"
"He devised a stupid plan on what to do with the Kismet. He wanted to
gather up two-thirds
of all destroyers and cruisers of his Space Armada to accompany the
Kismet into battle.
No wait, let me quote him, 'glorious battle to invoke fear into my
. Bah! That stupid ape has a stupid brain that only his stupid nephew
The mastiff gulped and turned his head to face the door, and sighed with
he faced her again.
"What was that for, Daniel?"
"I just wanted to see if the door was closed. If a soldier heard that,
you will be
in deep trouble. Sheesh, Andross must of really strung a nerve in
"That he did. In the War Room, I gave him my plan that was sure-fire.
All the Kismet
have to do is just get it's butt straight to Corneria, and that ship is
so big that
the people in Corneria City would be able to see it looking out their
office or apartment windows. It's too powerful to need help, and I keep
insisting that to Andross.
Did he listen? No! He said nothing! He just stood there!"
"If Andross wants a big battle, then how will he alert the
"There are two Patriot-class ships patrolling around Zoness. According
to the ape's
plan, the Dominion will travel alone to pit a small battle against them.
will be enough to finish both off', he said. The Kismet will do this to
see if the weapon was working properly and to frighten those Cornerians
if possible. If they refused to surrender, then the so-called Kismet
march toward Corneria like they should, but it will take much time to
The Cornerians will take advantage of that of course, and gather up their
own fleet of destroyers
and battleships. Somewhere along the line, Andross hoped, the two fleets
into a pitched battle in space. Once our fleet prevails, that would be a
harsh message to Cornerians, and from that point, they might consider a
"I protested of course. If things go my way, just an abandoned Venomian
serve as a target for testing, and the Cornerians will never be
frightened into surrender.
Three years of war had hardened those fools, and a mere act of
intimation will not be enough. The Cornerians will fight no matter what.
So, we will have that
battle Andross wanted. Thousands of Venomians will be slaughtered!
Andross's dumb plan will send many of his people to their deaths when
be. Also, despite it's reputation, the Kismet is not exactly perfect.
What if the
Cornerians find a weak point? What if they found out the way to disarm
protecting the weapon? If the Kismet is destroyed, then that will pretty
much be the
end of us. We will never recover from the loss."
Daniel rubbed his chin, feeling the coarse, unshaven hairs protruding
from under his
muzzle. "Did Andross respond at all?"
"Oh he does have his reasons to back up his plan," she answered with a
roll of her
eyes. "Ever heard of Forest Echo?"
"Uh, no, can't say I haven't."
"Of course. It's one of those secret Venomian bases in Macbeth. That
base was built
with the Kismet's in mind, and it gives power to the Kismet's shields. I
that base once. It lies up on a hill surrounded by trees, and it has a
traps for unsuspecting Cornerians. Even if the security codes in Kismet
were cracked and
the enemy had found a way to disarm the shield, then they will have to
too many of their soldiers just to disarm it. Forest Echo is not the
they have to conquer over, but it will be their biggest challenge. I
wanted to protest again,
saying that more bloodshed will happen, but I kept quiet. It was
hopeless to convince
Andross to veto his plan and accept mine."
Venus breathed out a frustrated sigh and stood beside a desk. With some
of the anger
still inside her, she banged a fist on the desk, muttering a curse and
small vase unlucky to be stationed on the desk. "Shit, I don't know why
needs me! A good leader should always be open to suggestions, and not
shrug them off like
Andross did to me! It's like he wants to tell us his plan to show us
just how smart
he is in military techniques. Ha! If that's the case, then he's not
me. I'll accept his plan, but only in his presence. No use getting
thrown to jail for
objecting to him once too many times."
"What are you going to do?"
"For now, I'm staying here. It's up to Fleet Admiral Thurman to follow
plan. A good soldier, but he's an ass-kisser. He grovels so much that
be surprising to me if I see that dog licking Andross's boots in some
Maybe that's why he outranks me. Maybe if I share a bed with Andross, I
would be the next
heir to the throne," she said, the last sentence reeking with
Daniel only smiled, unfazed by that sentence. He knew it was her anger
"Boy, that would be a sight."
Venus chuckled in surprise and punched him softly on his broad chest.
"You're a ghoul,
Daniel. Thank you for listening to me. I just need to get all this
anger out of
my system. So, what do you want for dinner? A TV dinner? Fast
In slow motion, Daniel bundled his huge arms around the fragile yet
and they were so close together that they could feel each other's
about we leave dinner for later?"
She knew that Daniel could crush her being hugged like this, but she felt
She was safe within his arms, like he was the best bodyguard she could
to have. "What, you're not hungry?"
"Well, I am hungry for love."
Venus snickered, wrapping her narrow arms around his neck. "Well, I can
of that," she said softly, most of the anger inside her relieved.
"Of course I open myself to suggestions. It's just that my plans are
All they can do is to add to my plans."
--Emperor Andross of the Venom Empire
"Isn't this ship lovely, sir?" A cheery lynx greeted Carl as the Fleet
into the Command Bridge via elevator.
Carl grinned and scanned the massive Bridge. "Indeed it is, soldier.
Indeed it is."
The lynx shook his paw. "First Officer Jameson DiVillana, sir. It's a
be serving you."
"And from what I have been reading on your profile, it's an honor to have
you as my
Number One. You served under three Captains in three battleships, am I
Jameson nodded. "Yes, sir. I'm said to be one of the best officers in
Navy, sir," he said with pride. "Welcome to the Command Bridge of the
It really was the biggest Command Bridge in any space battleship in the
the Lylat System. The entire outer wall consisted of thick window
panels, from the
right side to the left, and from the ceiling to the floor. In comparison
average size of the rooms in the dreadnought, the Bridge was the size of
two floors in height
and fifteen rooms in length. On the lower level was an arch of
screens, and a vast collection of lights, switches, and buttons. Thirty
officers, wearing distinctive green uniforms, all sat on green-cushioned
on their computers, and their backs on Carl and Jameson. On the side
several doors and panels of steel, and walking here and there were
officers and soldiers
doing their assigned chores.
The top level, overlooking the arch of console officers, was not much of
a floor at
all. It consisted only an eight-foot wide stretch of carpeted steel,
like a walkway,
with a rail fence. It starts on the back wall that consisted only the
several computer consoles, and it stretches through the middle of the
and ends with a rounded arch of carpet in the very center of the Bridge.
location was a large, black leather throne, fit for an emperor.
But Andross won't be flying this Big Mama,
Carl thought, and promptly sat down on the chair. It felt cold to the
that didn't bother the white-furred dog. "Ah.....you know, Number One, I
going to get used to this cold leather," he said smugly.
Jameson laughed. "I hope you do so. It will take a little more than
to get from here to those ships near Zoness. Then, it will take about
to gather up all the needed ships of the Armada, since they're now all
and some of the needed ships are still under repair, and then we'll head
on to Corneria
"That sounds slow, but I have enough time. Is the Kismet ready?"
The lynx's thin lips curled up in a smile, showing his well-maintained
sir! We're all ready, Admiral!"
The German shepherd nodded. "Good. My first order as the commander of
ship will be, 'Engage'!!"
Jameson smartly saluted. "Yes, sir!"
Soon, the huge and powerful engines roared it's might, and the newest
the Venomian Space Armada accelerated in the presence of the planet
Venom. The ship,
being watched by the smaller battleships of the Armada, steered right
anxious to meet it's first two victims.
Like two silent giants, the C.A.F.D. Crimson Blue
and the C.A.F.D. Belinda
floated in outer space, still and alert for any movement worth paying
The Patriot-class battleships were similar to the Venomian Zeram-class
unlike the dull, swamp-colored hulls of those ships, the hulls of the
were much brighter gray in color, and they were also the smallest
class-ships of the
Corneria Space Fleet. Orbiting Zoness, the ships were in hostile enemy
they could handle themselves, and since they were only on a patrolling
would often avoid a big battle anyway.
Captain Jack Stané of the Belinda
shook his frazzled leopard head, rubbing back his sleek blonde hair with
palm. His Captain's Quarters was not lavish at all, which suited Jack's
The only furniture there was the usual desk, easy revolving chair, and a
white leather sofa. Looking out the lone window, Jack was sickened at
the sight of
the polluted Venomian-controlled planet, wondering if Zoness would ever
up right again.
Waiting patiently behind him was a sweating red fox in an Ensign uniform;
one of the
engineering people. He was uncomfortable in the hot room, being
accustomed to air
conditioning. Jack loved the heat, and his quarters was in the "Places
list memorized among the one hundred crew in the battleship. No one knew
why Jack could
stand such heat.
"You have the latest report on the crystalized retro-engines?" Jack
asked him, still
watching Zoness. Although Patriot-class ships were not common, they were
ships in both war factions that could actually move backwards, shaving a
of time while retreating; they don't have to turn around. However, those
expensive and often break down, since it was new technology, and
"Uh, yes sir. We have been working on retro-engines two through eleven
hours yesterday, and only engines three and six were repaired to be back
The others are still being repaired at this moment, and all engines are
to be ready within two days."
Jack turned to face the fox and nodded. "Take your time. We haven't
seen any movement
in the past several days except for the usual Invader jets, and I don't
radar to see any Venomian ships anytime soon. Strange, isn't it? I
any ships of the Venomian Armada around since we got here."
The fox shook his head in agreement furiously, feeling like a broiler
inside the volcano
heat of the Captain's Quarters. Jack, knowing the heated reputation,
The fox smiled and saluted. "Thank you, sir," he said and rushed out
into the cool
air of the Command Bridge. Jack sighed and went back to his planet
A few minutes later, an alarm shattered the silence. Instantly, the
into the Bridge, shivering from the sudden coolness in the air. On the
was an unidentified ship, much bigger than anything Jack had ever seen.
The stake-shaped thing in front of the ship looked especially menacing.
"Alarms off," he said
quickly, and the annoying blares of the alarm were shut down. He stood
rabbit console officer, a tension feeling of panic rising inside him.
"Any idea what in the world is that, Ensign Maddel?"
The rabbit shook her head. "I don't know, Captain. I've never seen it
"I haven't seen it before either Scan that ship.......damn, that sucker
Jack said, half in panic, half in awe. The impossibly massive ship crept
to the pair of Patriot ships, still fifteen thousand miles away.
A lizard officer behind him pressed several buttons on his console.
Adams of the Crimson Blue
is just as confused as you are. His ship is also scanning that thing,
but he's also
gearing his weapons. Should I gear up our weapons, Captain?"
"No. Using the retro-engines, how fast can we retreat?"
"Only three-eights the normal speed, Captain."
"Damn, not enough. Prepare to evacuate if that thing becomes hostile. I
have a very
bad feeling about this," Jack said in his gruff voice. "Open a line to
The lizard pressed a button. "Channel open, sir."
"Captain Adams, why are you gearing up your weapons? It might show as a
sign of aggression
to that ship in front of us."
A younger voice answered through the overheard com. "Captain, I'm doing
this as a
precaution. Of course I will not fire until it is necessary, but I
ship is Venomian. It could be a ship from another galaxy, but I
it. You know about Andross and his creative ways on attempting to
destroy his enemies."
"But how can Andross build something this big without Corneria knowing
"Well, Captain Stané, for the past several years, our scouts have
failed to penetrate
into deep Venom space to even catch sight of Venom, and that ship could
on Venom's orbit. After all, we were caught unprepared against a fleet
of battleships that we didn't know existed at the beginning of this war.
It does seem amazing,
but I do believe that ship has Andross written all over it."
"Hmmm....wait till the ship gets into ion artillery range, and fire only
scanners confirm it's identity." It's not wise to open fire
against something unknown like this. If this ship does
come from an unknown alien civilization, then firing against it will pit
into a two-front war against Venom and a civilization who build ships ten
times the size of General Olson's fat ego.
"Uh, right, Captain. Adams out."
The ship continued it's pace to the two ships, then halted a thousand
just within ion artillery range. That move puzzled the leopard. Ion
fire was the
longest reaching projectile in all five different weapons that a Patriot
so either it was luck or that the people inside that ship knows the range
of the weapons
in his ship that made them stop at that distance away.
A beeping sound alarmed one of the console officers. "Captain! That was
That ship is Venomian!"
Jack flashed his head toward the officer, his eyes wide in shock.
The same officer was too busy on the controls to face him. "Confirmed,
A combination of a snarl and a whimper uttered out of Jack's mouth.
Gear up the ion bombs now! Continue scanning that ship!"
The Crimson Blue
, already ready for a fight, fired their ion torpedoes from it's
and fore gunners. A continuous stream of deadly spheres of green ion
across space, and Jack hoped that would teach that ship, whatever it's
a lesson on not to mess with Adams and Stané.
"C'mon.....do your stuff," he mumbled at the ion torpedoes. The shots
were just about
to collide with the huge ship's hull when a previously-invisible canopy
burst into sight. It was in a shape of a large oval bubble with a flat
base, covering only the weird structure on the ship's bow, which Jack
concluded that to be the main
Venomian weapon. The bubble acted like some impregnable shield,
absorbing the torpedoes
one by one with ease. However, one of the ion torpedoes was too far off
to be destroyed by the shield. Instead, the sphere bolted beside the
shield and struck the
thick hull of the ship. A dull spark of green flame erupted from the
and a short and premature yell of victory was cried out from one of the
"Damn it, that structure is shielded!" The lizard officer spurted out
Jack almost sighed with relief as he spotted the damage.. "Well, at
least the entire
ship is not so damn shielded. Continue scanning the ship. See if you
can find any
weak point on those shields."
"I'm already on it, sir! I'm attempting to break through their
Jack shuffled a few steps unconsciously, his mind warping with quick
panic. "Are the weapons ready?"
"Fire at will, but not at the weapon!"
At his command, the Belinda'
s ion gunners let loose a heavy barrage of ion torpedoes, darting toward
ship with reckless determination. Small explosions on the hull were the
the attack, but Jack soon realized that the bombs weren't doing much
effect to it.
He muttered a curse, knowing he wouldn't stand a chance against this
Andross have outdone himself,
he thought. He glanced away from the screen, frustrated with little
choice but to
make a retreat, or even an evacuation.
"Sir! Something's happening with the weapon!"
The words from the rabbit officer alerted his attention on the screen.
pyramid weapon suddenly glowed a white gaseous light, which was not
Jack wanted to see. Like swirling winds of angelic light, the weapon
along with it's menacing aura around it. The Crimson Blue
responded to the threat by increasing the intensity of their firing, but
refused to let any bombs penetrate through. Captain Adams was desperate
keep doing something that was fruitless.
Despite the worthlessness of such an action, Jack retreated back a few
from the screen. The lights mystified him, and his feet were locked onto
eyes still with fear. He knew what was going to happen, and was
powerless to stop
it. Seconds dragged on. Then minutes. Just when Jack thought this
show was just a Venomian bluff, he heard a whirling sound coming out of
He knew then that this was no bluff.
With little warning, the weapon fired out a single shot toward the
. It was like a speedy blue comet, and the ion bombs that got in it's
in contact, not even slowing the death missile down. Jack followed it
with his eyes,
speechless. The comet shot crashed right into the bow of the doomed
, and the first explosion flashed into the eyes of the shocked leopard
dazzling array of blue sparks erupted from the explosion, dying quickly
and debris spilled out. Still not dead yet, the deadly comet continued
punch a large hole through the center of the battleship, causing more
explosions. The Crimson Blue
was ripped apart from the inside out, and in a matter of seconds, every
engine, and every compartment were engulfed in tempestuous flames. The
into a loosely collection of debris, dispersing in all directions.
the doomed ship had died, including the comet of energy that the Venom
ship had shot,
but only after drilling a hole through most of the battleship.
Instinctively, Jack grabbed hold of a console desk, his eyes fixed on the
the oncoming debris. The Belinda
rocked and shook like an earthquake as the countless debris splattered
on the ship's
hull in a rain of burnt steel, glass, and lost souls. Several sparks
blew out of
the console computers, unable to handle the pounding. The rabbit console
stumbled from her chair, a monitor exploding on her face. She collapsed
on the floor, her
face a burnt heap of flesh.
Soon, the ship was still, the debris punching many small holes on the
's port side, killing dozens of crew members unlucky enough to be on the
of that damaged body. Jack released his embrace on the console desk,
wide and breathing hard. "Mother of the Gods!" Okay, I have just
seen Captain Adam's ship be obliterated into debris with just one
stinking shot, and I might be next. Gee, what to do now? Stand here and
"Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"
The yellow evacuation alarms filled the entire interior of the
battleship, and an
uproar of massed chaos swept rampantly among the crew. As the console
running out of the Bridge, Jack halted the lizard officer.
"You managed to steal any of the protected information inside that
bastard of a ship?"
The lizard was too panicked to grin. "Yes, sir, but very little. Most
of it are
just numbers, but one word came on the screen: 'Keerman'. You have any
"Could be a code or a base. We'll have to investigate further," Jack
said as they
rushed into the hallway, which was already crowded with people clamoring
transporter bays. "How long was the recharging?"
"I estimate it to be three minutes, sir."
"Hmmm....I hope that's long enough time for all of us to get the hell out
The lizard nodded, almost tripping over the heels of the person in front
"My God, the Crimson Blue
never got a chance! It's horrible!"
"Their deaths will be avenged," Jack said grimly in a hurry. "If we
manage to survive
through this, then I might expect a bloody battle ahead, and that huge
be directly in the center of it all."
The mass of panicked bodies stumbled through the hallways and finally
into one of
the transporter bays, where five transporter stood waiting. Jack filed
of the thirty-passenger ships, his breathing fast-paced. Sweat dripped
face, knowing that at this very moment, the huge Venomian ship was
recharging that dastardly
weapon. Soon, with the bay doors open, the transporter engines roared
lifted itself off the floor. It spilled out of the doomed ship, and
to it's top speed.
Minutes later, Jack heard the expected loud explosion, but it still made
jump fifteen miles up. His battleship, the C.A.F.D. Belinda,
was now no more, and the Doom Star had completed the testing phase, and
first two victims.
"For the love of God, brace for impact!!!!"
--The last words of Captain Adams, Crimson Blue
of the Cornerian Air Force Defense
"Damn you, Andross," General Pepper muttered angrily in his War Room.
were dimmed to enable the two generals and commander to see the wall
but Commander Bill Grey could see the hound's eyes like it was broad
eyes showed hatred, anger, frustration, and depression. General Greg
Olson, who heads
the spying and patrolling divisions of the military, cleared his throat,
by Pepper's fuming.
The aging brown-furred domestic cat, bearing a scar on his right leg due
to a terrorist
act, laid a small disk on the empty meeting table. "This is the disk
that has the
information stolen from the Venomian craft's computer, courtesy of
someone in the
. Unfortunately, the security codes were so tough that we couldn't even
get the name
of that ship, or maybe we did. There's only one word from that computer
Bill nodded, recognizing the name. "That's a base with little
importance. It's just
one of those boot camp facilities with medium security. But why Keermen
in the ship's central computer?"
The cat hummed in response, a habit of his whenever he ponders an answer.
already given a mission to one of my trusted spies to check that out.
he can pull off the job. I believe Keermen has a computer that has vital
about this new weapon of Andross that we'll be forced to face."
"I think that was either an Andross mistake or the Venomians were playing
game with us. An important object inside an unimportant place was
Still, my spy will have to be careful in that base. Maybe Andross had
increased the security there, or that the place might have plenty of
booby traps. It's
up to my spy to know."
With that matter concluded for now, General Pepper turned their attention
to the wall
screen. The screen showed a much-detailed map of the entire Lylat
the locations of the Cornerian starships, and the latest reported
locations of the
Venomian ones. The blue dots of the Cornerian ships were all spread out,
but most of
them were moving in a top speed. The red dots of Venomians were moving
and there was a noticeable cluster of red dots around the Sector Z area.
one other dot, a white one for reason of unknown identity, moving slowly
within Zoness space.
General Pepper pointed to the cluster of red dots. "There are about
in that one small region of space alone, positioning themselves in attack
I believe the huge ship that destroyed the two Patriot ships will
that formation, and there are still more starships heading toward that
Once they are finished, then they might stroll down straight to Corneria
huge fleet, and attempt to blast this planet to bits. To stop them, our
are currently heading toward Sector X to join up into one large fleet of
our own, and intercept
the Venomians. However, we must find a way to disarm the shields of that
battleship, or we'll be routed, I'm sure. I hope the key to do so would
be in Keermen. If not, then we're in deep trouble."
General Olson, a confident one who constantly boasts, stated, "Have no
My spy will do the job as he was ordered to do."
General Pepper nodded. "I hope so. I surely do hope so."
Never assume that if a person wears a Venomian uniform, that person would
be a Venomian soldier. That was the case with a red squirrel sitting
near the back
of a troop transporter, heading toward an unimportant military base amid
sands of Titania. The squirrel's name was Private Xavier Lean, a new
recruit to the
Venomian Defense Army stationed in the dusty world, with a generally
and has a reputation for speed and sharp shooting. He wore a murky tan
a black belt complete with a scabbard and holster, and a new-recruit pin
on his chest.
His brown eyes were motionless with a dull boredom light within, just
like the other
soldiers sitting with him, his thin lips barely moving. The ruddy-black
was well-groomed, and his brown hair, brushed back, cropped out of his
out like a pillow behind him was a fluffy tail, red like blood. Indeed
he was a
soldier, but only to those surrounding him.
To his Cornerian allies, trusted friends, and General Olson of the
the squirrel was Travis Neal, a spy serving the Corneria military, and on
mission. General Olson did not give much information to him except for
the objective, which was to extract highly confidential information about
some massive ship from
the base's computer, and to relay that back to Corneria. Travis was okay
he was used to risking his life to accomplish goals he didn't fully
However, from the tone of General Olson's voice, he knew that this
mission would be deadly
and extremely vital. Since he heard the news about the fates of the
ships near Zoness just about the same time as he was ordered into this
figured there must be some connection. He also has a time limit as well:
within six hours
after reaching the base, he must transfer the information to Corneria
he must abort the mission.
Aborting any mission is not an option,
Travis thought as he sat patiently. The small aircraft shook somewhat
as it steered
through the atmosphere of Titania, and after another series of
turbulence, the transporter
made a sharp jolt as it landed on the sand-swept concrete of the base
near a cliff-bordering town, surrounded by desert for miles on end.
The commanding sergeant in the transporter stood up and faced the
soldiers. Welcome to Keermen Base. You are to go to your quarters
by 1230 and 1700 hours, the meal bells will start. There is only one
but you rookies are only allowed on your side of the area. To cross the
white line on
the floor will be considered trespassing, and you will be punished
At 2100 hours, the lights will go off, and if you are at fault at any
of noise, then you will be punished. Wake-Up will be at 0600 hours," he
said as he opened
the door. A blast of dry heat burst inside, and some of the recruits
The sergeant merely laughed. "Oh yeah, this is one of the hottest spots
in this planet.
You'll die out there without water for four hours. There is a town
but you won't find much in there. Everything you need will be in the
base, so there's no need to go there. Now then, as you already know, you
will stay here for two
weeks, and the drills and training will give you a taste of Hell. If
of quitting and need some inspiration to survive through the two weeks,
then go to
the nearby grave pit and you'll find the losers that quit under the
sweltering sun. Everyone
got that? Now then, up to your feet."
His bones creaking after hours in a tight sitting position, Travis
as he stood up, and filed out of the transporter with the other recruits.
faces of anxiousness, wanting to get into the action and shed some
Others were uncertain as they felt the stinging heat on their faces,
wondering if they
would finish the training alive. Travis sympathized those soldiers. He
have to be here six hours.
Despite his light-colored uniform and boots, his fur felt hot under the
the cloth was stinging to the touch. His feet burned as he marched
across the sandy
pavement, and the wind swept sand at his hair and eyes. The blistering
it's might on him, and even though he was outside for only a minute, he
wished for an
air conditioner or an Ice Age. Keermen consisted of a collection of
surrounding a huge building in the center, with a perimeter barb wire
the only transportation were simple transporters and Sand Mobiles that
trucks. Travis actually hated missions in Titania. His fur were often
millions of grains of sand, and he was touchy about having his tail
eyes often water more faster than the average person in the heat, and
being born in a cold
area of Katina and raised there until he was ten, he never became
accustomed to stinging
But the biggest problem of being in Titania was his habit of going
became a spy mainly because he was hard to catch. He was a natural
through the trees in his old Katina home at a young age. He has a
to cling on to industrial-type catwalks on the bottom, and crawl
upside-down with ease,
as long as no one steps on his delicate claws. He rarely does that
that would put him in a somewhat uncomfortable position, and the person
on the catwalk
could see the nails of his paws poking through the small holes on the
floor. He could
scale rocky cliffs faster than most he had met, and his quick bounds and
him almost impossible for a guard or soldier to get a good shot at him.
to make the most of his agility, he does it bare-pawed. Boots and gloves
add the extra
weight that would bear him down, and it's tough to cling on to something
Being bare-footed in a place with the heat of Titania was a torturous
He hated boots so much that only the rules as a soldier told him to wear
them. In the
privacy of a dorm room however, the boots were immediately discarded and
That was exactly what Travis did as he stepped into his vacant living
even before his backpack crashed on top of his bed, the boots were
side-down on a corner, a small puddle of sand next to them. The squirrel
feet plopped himself on his bed, taking stock of his room. It was
a capacity of thirty people at the most. There was no desk, but a
was hung on the east wall. A flat-screen television (only one channel,
distortion) was hung on the west wall, and two plastic chairs, one for
each occupant in the
room, were stacked up on the corner opposite of the boots. The
roommate's bed, the
green sheets flat as a table, was on the right of Travis' bed. It wasn't
homey, but Travis expected that. A boot camp was never meant to be a
He uttered a groan as he placed his feet on the bed, and used his paws to
them. Travis was often careful on what he was stepping on, but when
he often makes bad choices of terrain to cross. Once in Zoness, he
across a sea of thorns in some forest, and that move took him to a
sickbay in a Cornerian
space station. His feet showed blisters and scars, but they were often
Wearing boots was much more of a pain for him, since he hated cramps.
Once he felt
comfortable enough, he brushed off as much sand off his fur as he can,
and then got to
unpacking his duffel bag.
To fool the nosy inspectors, Travis' tools of his trade were disguised as
from weapons to personal belongings. His sub-automatic machine gun could
but inside the butt of that gun was a canister of sleeping gas. His
laser pistols could fool anyone, but in shooting, they were worthless.
Inside their barrels
were two vials of potions each, ranging from memory to truth potions.
pistol was just as real as any other pistol, but it was marked so that it
Travis himself. A framed picture of himself along with his "mother" had
a thin retina
and pawprint copier device. A prescription bottle for headaches actually
pills. Finally, a decoder and a small, dime-shaped disk were embedded
on the bottom of a working shaving cream cylinder. The only things not
a laptop computer, and a tool box with the normal tools, thanks to him
experience in his fake profile. All of these were just a few of the many
that Travis had experience with, but these are mainly non-lethal. He was
here to gather
information, not to kill every Venomian in the base. Travis doesn't mind
but he only does it if he has to. Generally, an alarm would sound if
a dead body within any facility.
An hour later, the door opened and a youthful veteran came inside,
complete with his
own duffel bag. His face was a little less than welcoming, knowing his
was a rookie, and a scar on his spotted head was a medal for his time in
His uniform told the others his rank of corporal, so that explains his
distaste for Travis
and his lowly rank. Like a high school junior treating a freshman,
actually a sophomore. Laying down on his bed, Travis watched as the
ocelot wordlessly threw the bag onto his bed, and grumbled as he sat next
"Having a hard day, corporal?" Travis said in a well-hello-to-you-too
tone of voice.
The ocelot growled at him. "Shut up, rookie."
Travis was taken aback by his greeting, yet unfazed. "That's not the
right way to
greet someone. Private Xavier Lean," he said, extending his paw.
Grudgingly, the ocelot shook his paw. "Corporal Larry Quill,....although
I used to
"Really? Why was you demoted?"
Larry grumbled again. "None of your business. Now listen here. If you
stuff, and that includes this bed and my chair, then there will be hell
If you interrupt me, or annoy me, or talk when I don't want you, then
be hell to pay. I outrank you, rookie. Make sure you remember that, or
I'll remind you with
my fist. Do you understand me?"
Sheesh, what a grouch.
"Yeah, yeah, fine. Whatever. You always like this?"
Larry muttered an expletive that Travis luckily didn't catch, and stood
up from the
bed. "You're already breaking my rules! Consider this your first
warning," he mumbled,
and walked out of the living quarters with clinched fists.
Travis shook his head and sighed. "Great. I have an ocelot who's on a
bit of a spot
as a roommate. Next thing I know, my next roommate would be an elephant
with a horrible
memory, or a mouse from some ancient period that carries a shield with
the letter 'M' on it!"
The lunch bell rang several minutes later, and though Travis was a little
he had other things in mind than just to eat. He pulled out the barrel
one of his fake pistols, and two vials slid out onto his delicate paws.
the red liquid vial inside his pocket, and put the other one back into
place, and then
reached for the regurgitation bottle and that one went into his pocket.
the door, and took a deep breath. "Okay Travis. Let the games
The Keermen Mess Hall was a bustling room of soldiers of all ranks, from
privates to the medal-studded generals. The reek of food reached into
as he strolled inside, making his whiskers twitch. Since the soldier's
were determined by rank, and that the mess hall were separated by rank
also, the mess hall
looked very much like a colorful checkerboard. A long line of hungry
impatiently for their meal on the right side of the large room, and on
side were doors to restrooms. Travis stepped into the back of the line,
his eyes watching
the officers and soldiers eating. Since he has absolutely no knowledge
he could get the necessary information from, he must extort out the
someone that has the knowledge. A general or commander may know where
the base's main
computer was and how to get to it as secretly as he can, but the main
how to get to those officers without getting disciplined for violating
rule, like crossing those taped lines on the tiled floor? It was
impossible for him, wearing
a Private uniform, to get close to someone of much higher rank while they
and eating. That would mean trespassing. So, he must get to an officer
on the lunch line, which was a territory for every soldier obviously.
He spotted his target a few people in front of him in the line. A skunk
wearing a cologne so strong that the people in front and behind him in
the line gave
him more space than needed. Knowing that skunks smell like any other
they were irritated, the cologne must be used for some other obvious
reason. Travis chuckled
lightly at the uncomfortable people unfortunate enough to receive the
brunt of the
scent attacks, then pulled out the regurgitation bottle, making his move.
He stepped out of the line and caught up with the skunk, despite the
protest of the
people behind him, accusing him of cutting in line. Travis dismissed
them and purposely
bumped himself on the skunk's shoulder.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, rook!" The skunk blurted out in anger,
his tray and spilled out some of the hot coffee standing on it.
With a reddish regurgitation pill already in paw, Travis hopped away from
skunk, throwing the pill into the coffee in one fluid motion. The
general was too
angry to see that, and the pill dissolved quickly in the heat of the
Travis made a face of pure innocence. "Oh, sorry, sir. My mistake," he
his bottle back into his pocket. Thankfully, no one saw him throwing the
the skunk's drink.
The general grunted in displeasure. "Damn rookies never have sense!"
Travis made a scowl. "Are all officers around here are as crappy toward
you are?" He muttered under his breath. The skunk glanced at him in
luckily didn't catch what he was saying. The squirrel simply shook his
his joy of success.
With that portion of the job done, Travis patiently waited by the door to
room, his eyes intently on the skunk. He checked inside the restroom to
see if anyone
was there, and seeing it was totally vacant, he stood in front of the
door, blocking the entrance. If someone needed to go, then he would
apologize, saying that the
restroom was out of order.
He prepared himself to see a humorous sight when he saw the skunk lift
to his lips. The pill works immediately, and the effects would wear off
short time. Just as Travis expected, as soon as the general sipped his
eyes bulged out in surprise, and stood up eruptively. Covering his
mouth, he ran across the
hall straight for the men's restroom, bumping onto almost everyone in his
side-stepped away from the door to avoid a collision, chuckling at the
skunk burst past him, the door swinging faster than the eye could follow.
followed him inside, and locked the door behind him.
A vomiting sound greeted him as he locked the door. Travis chuckled
to congratulate the one who invented those marvelous red pills. Maybe
clown that used to be a spy, or vice-versa. Travis spotted the boots of
the general shuffling inside the closed stall, then the toilet flushed.
That cued the still
chuckling squirrel to pull out his vial of red liquid.
A groan echoed in the small room, and the lone stall's door opened to
expose a miserable
skunk wearing strong cologne to the eyes of Travis. His head swayed
eyes strained in pain. He didn't notice Travis opening the red vial at
"Something wrong, General....what's your name?"
Instead of answering, the skunk went back to his cranky side. "You
again! What are
you doing.....doing..." He covered his mouth again, and back to the
The disgusting yet humorous (to Travis) sounds of vomiting and the
flushing of the
toilet went into Travis' ears, and when the general came out, Travis
him the vial.
"What the hell is this, rookie?"
"It will help you on your vomiting. Drink it all."
Not wanting to experience kneeling in front of the toilet again, the
grabbed the vial and gulped the liquid whole into his mouth. Instantly,
the vial, and the plastic casing landed harmlessly on the white tiles.
went wide, as if in shock, and with yet another groan, he staggered to
the sink. His problem
with the vomiting had been solved alright, but the red liquid had
centering on his brain.
"What is your name?" Travis asked him calmly, cautious on wether or not
The skunk looked into the mirror, and blinked his watery eyes. "General
Venomian Army of Titania."
Hmmm....seems to be working. Let's test that,
Travis thought. The liquid was suppose to warp the victim's brain into
truth and only the truth, and to believe everything the teller was
saying. "I may
look like a Private, but I'm actually an inspector straight from Andross
Rod grinned drunkenly. Alcohol was a main ingredient in the liquid.
"Oh, so you
are. Well then, what brings you here?"
Travis smiled. Rod didn't even question why any Venomian inspector would
inside a Venomian base. His brain was too fried to have much judgement
"Well, I'm supposed to go to a room where I could check on the mainframe
on this base. You know that since the computer here is not connected to
any other network,
I cannot just simply check on it while I'm in Venom or Aquas or whatever.
be on the spot. However, on my way here, I forgot the directions, and
I'm in a hurry. Can you tell me where the main computer here is?"
Rod nodded, the thought that this "inspector" could have just simply ask
the Information Booth not occurring to him. "Yes, yes....but you can't
in. It's guarded."
Travis rolled up his eyes. Of course.
Rod continued on. "The room is on the first floor; read a map of this
is a hallway to that room, but to get into the private hallway, there is
box next to the door that requires a password to get in."
"What is that password?" Travis demanded, thanking himself for having a
He would need it.
"Um, uh, it's called 'Sweet Rose 890', but it might change about an hour
It changs everyday. Now, once you get through that, there are two
guard on the other side of the hallway. Wearing a Private uniform won't
anywhere past them. You need a senior officer uniform like the one I
Travis muttered an angry curse. While wearing a Private uniform won't
on him, wearing a high-ranking one would do so, and someone might realize
are no senior officers that are squirrels. Blood would shed today,
whether Travis liked it or not. "And once I get their permission to get
"The door on the other side leads only to the outer room. There's a
there, but he might not bother you unless he hears noises in the hallway
have alarmed him. On the door to the computer room, there is another
that will require the approved pawprint, and that will finally get you in
"Anyone in the computer room?"
"No, no....it's just a small room with a circular tower in the center
that is the
"Now, I only want to check information about some massive ship that
The delirious skunk held up a finger, like a student knowing the answer.
What about it?"
"Yeah,...Kismet," Travis said. Good name for it, he thought. That means
right? "Is there anyway I could just get to that portion of the
database, to save
"Once you get to the computer, enter the password 'Super Nova', and that
is the shortcut
to the information concerning the Kismet."
"Only in that outer room. Four of them, located on each upper
Gosh darn it! Downloading the necessary information to my disk
will take time. I
don't want to fight my way out, but if I have to...
"Are there any vents in the computer room?"
"No, there is no need for them. I believe there's one in the outer room.
A moment of silence passed. "What are the walls made out of?
Unexpectedly, Rod shook his head, as if coming out of a trance. Travis
watch. The effects of the liquid was wearing off of him, and in another
Rod would be utterly confused, since he would have a blank time-span of
in his memory. "Why you need to know?"
"Just answer the question!" Travis demanded impatiently.
"Um, uh, not steel. There are more important stuff that need that. Uh,
I think it's
stucco. I repeat, why you need to know?"
"None of your business. Well, thanks for your time. I have to bail,"
with a smile and unlocked the door. Leaving the general inside, still a
but dramatically coming back to reality, Travis hurriedly marched back to
his room. Now was the time to strike.
In the first floor, Travis spotted the security-locked door in a quiet
to a residential section. Luckily, there weren't any people around to
in the act, but that didn't quiet down his heart beat. He may be a spy
a decade, spying on pirates, cutthroat criminals, Venomian generals, and
other scum of the
Lylat System that would love to see a spy hung and burned at the stake,
every situation was different, he was always nervous of being caught. He
final scan before typing in the password on the door's security panel.
His real pistol was
on his right paw, ready to fire, and his backpack with all his
the sub-automatic machine gun, was over his shoulder. Once in a while,
his feet in discomfort, hating the tight leather boots.
"Sweet...Rose...890," Travis mumbled as he punched in the keys. "A
Hope it's still valid."
He was answered by a beep, and the door slid open. He marched inside,
his eyes expecting
to see the first blood of the mission. It was a fifteen-foot long
with white tiles and smooth white walls. Travis' attention however, was
on the bulldog and lynx machine gun carrying guards on the other
The lynx guard raised his gun to aim. "Hey, you can't-"
The whispering shot of silenced pistol fire interrupted the feline, and
the lynx gasped
in horror, a hole through his right chest. Blood trickled down his light
uniform as he collided his back against the wall in numb pain, and with
slumped to the floor.
The bulldog was quicker on his aim, and Travis knew it. Like a dashing
rolled forward, a laser shot just above him. Before the guard could
halted into a kneeling position, his pistol stretched forward. The
as the laser shot punched through his heart, and he too joined in eternal
his lynx partner.
Travis shook his head in disbelief as he continued on. "Too slow. Just
How did you end up as guards, anyway?"
He ignored them as he walked up to the door, his boots stained by a small
blood. The door opened and the observant squirrel immediately spotted
two cameras on the corners. He rushed inside, firing at the cameras as
he did so.
The northwest camera burst as a laser smashed against it, and the
southwest one followed
suit. With his pistol still aiming at the ceiling, he whirled his body
fired at the last two remaining cameras. He was quick at demolishing
but he knew that he was already caught on camera. Now, he was against
time. As soon as
the last camera exploded, Travis spotted a flash of deadly steel off the
Travis always thanked himself for having a very quick reaction, and this
one of those times. He ducked just as the double-edged dagger swept
where his head had been a split second before. In one fluid motion,
out of harm's way, and stared at his opponent. A tiger guard, hiding
beside the door when
Travis burst inside, stood in a fighting stance, his dagger shining under
"You wanna fight me, rookie? C'mon!!!" The tiger snarled.
Travis was in no mood for a fight, especially with the clock ticking
Maybe in the afterlife," he answered, and aimed his pistol at him. One
the tiger down, and the dagger landed on the tiles with a clink.
Travis pulled out his pawprint copier. "And don't call me rookie," he
said as he
knelt down beside him. He planted the flat devise on the tiger's massive
after several precious seconds, the pawprint was successfully printed on
He hurriedly went over to the last security obstacle, and laid the
devise next to the
door panel requesting pawprint ID. The door opened quickly after, and
inside the stuffy room.
The computer was a small circular tower, full of blinking lights and
On eye level was a keyboard and monitor, the screen showing the Venomian
Travis entered the "Super Nova" password, and the screen flashed into
that made the squirrel flinch in surprise.
"That's the Kismet? Man, the rumors of the size of this thing are
He muttered as he saw the picture of the Venomian technological marvel.
in his pack and pulled out a green disk, and slid it into the CD Rom.
a few commands, a small screen window appeared, cuing the spy that it was
information concerning the Kismet into his disk.
His ears caught muffled yelling coming from the outside of the hallway.
only be a matter of seconds before the first of the soldiers would burst
connecting hallway, their eyes searching for a spy to kill. He came out
outer room, and spotted the vent near the northwest corner.
Mentally thanking the engineers for having the walls made out of stucco,
several shots onto the wall, punching large holes in a parallel, vertical
He also noticed that the vent lid had no screws, so all Travis would
have to do
was to punch it out. Sure beats wasting time using a screwdriver.
The downloading was complete when Travis got back to the computer. He
his now too-valuable-to-lose disk back into his pocket, and snapped off
the gas canister
section of his machine gun. Using the holes as steps, he climbed up the
wall and punched open the vent lid. The yelling from the soldiers were
loud now; they entered the connecting hallway.
Travis spotted the first of the soldiers just before he got inside of the
tight, fellas!" He said, and punctuated by throwing down the gas
canister onto the
heads of the surprised soldiers. An explosion of green gas engulfed the
Venomians, and one by one, they slumped to the ground, instantly asleep.
would come, Travis was gone.
"I may not be one who uses my fists and feet to fight my way out, but to
the dumb way. Why bother being in close contact with your enemy when you
--Travis Neal, Cornerian spy
When Major Leonard Rosen heard the alarm while on outside duty, he was in
of drinking a glass of ice tea. He spurted out the drink in surprise,
glass in the process. The glass shattered on the sandy concrete,
spilling the precious (at least in a place like Titania) cold drink into
"Now what?" The chihuahua muttered in anger. Being outside in the heat
an hour now, he was in a miserable mood, still getting accustomed to the
the irritating screeching alarm buzzed into his sand-covered ears, he
to a monitor phone, trying to find out what the alarm was for.
A frantic rhino answered his hail. "Major sir, there is an intruder
inside the base!
A male red squirrel!"
The runty dog wiped the sweat off his brow. "Close the gates! We don't
Off the corner of his eye, he spotted a bundle of fur in a Private
uniform burst outside
the main building's door. A red squirrel....
"Hey!" Leonard yelled out, reaching for his gun. "Stop right
The intruder ran on as expected, toward a line of parked Sand Mobiles.
a shot at him, but the squirrel was too quick, and was already upon the
Leonard ran after him, and was quickly joined by several other guards.
"Shit, he's getting away! Take all the Sand Mobiles and follow him! We
must not let the
A rumble of engines filled the air as the spy's Mobile darted off,
kicking sand off
the tank-like treads, making his way toward the gate that was already
eight other Mobiles trailed him, like foxhounds chasing after a wily fox
in a heated
hunt. The prey Mobile sped itself toward the closed gate recklessly,
knowing it's armored
hull could easily smash straight through the thin-wired fence.
A clash of metal against metal rang into their ears as the guards chasing
their enemy burst through the gate, sending pieces of metal out flying
high in the
air. The escaping spy dragged on in a hurry, blazing through the sand
the small town miles away.
Travis uttered a short grunt as his Sand Mobile hopped after running over
sand dune, almost hitting his head on the gauges and levers in front of
Mobiles were lighter armored than tanks, and have less firepower, but
they are much
more quicker, and while there was only one way out of a tank, a Sand
Mobile has a hatch
on the top as well as one on the right side that slides open, and one on
that falls out like a ramp. On the back were several rocket launchers
and several gas canisters, enough for a pawful of soldiers armed to the
fangs. For now,
Travis ignored the weapons and the option to blow all eight of the other
chasing him. The town directly in front of him was his objective, since
it was good
ground to hide in. He wouldn't count out using the artillery though,
especially if the hunters
were gaining up on him.
His Mobile shook violently again, but the squirrel knew that wasn't the
doing that. He checked the rearview mirrors on the left to find another
close to his side, it's side door open. A turtle Venomian stood at the
a small bazooka on his shoulder.
"Damn it!" Travis cursed, and steered quickly to the left to get
directly in front
of the Mobile. The turtle's second shot darted pass him on his right,
and a geyser
of sand erupted up as the shot missed it's target. Travis scanned his
and found what he was looking for. "Thank goodness for cruise control,"
With the Mobile's internal computer being the driver, Travis picked up a
opened the back door. Being exposed to all of his hunters would have him
before long, so Travis wanted to make a quick kill.
Seeing Travis aiming his powerful weapon straight at him, the driver of
directly behind him screamed in panic, and made a desperate swerve to the
He did it too fast, and the truck was turned over. Like a log, it
rolled on the
sand, killing the two soldiers inside, and stopped amid a cloud of sand.
Travis chuckled, and aimed his weapon at the second-closest hunter. The
toward it's target with a banshee shriek, and the hapless Mobile exploded
being struck on the weakest side. Quickly, the victorious squirrel
closed the back door and dropped the weapon carelessly. "That's two
Minutes passed in a blink of an eye. Leonard watched Travis' Mobile from
growling in frustration. The town was only a half a mile away. He
grabbed the driver's
shoulder harshly. "Faster! Faster!" He urged on. "Go beside him, and
ram him on the side! Hopefully we could tip him over."
The engines shuttered more violently, and the roar of engines grew
louder, but Leonard's
Sand Mobile was gaining up on their prey. Slow but steady, the lead
up on Travis' right side, just a few feet away. As ordered, the driver
steering wheel the left, and the Mobile smacked hard on the prey's
Travis flinched as his vehicle jostled from the collision, almost losing
"Well, two can play that game!" He yelled, and swerved left to
aggressive Mobile. It soon became a contest of force, as the two Mobiles
their sides continuously, but Travis knew he must abort this contest
soon. If he was tipped
over, then the mission would be aborted along with his life. He set the
cruise control again, and stumbled back to find another weapon.
"Keep it coming! Keep it coming! The town is only a few hundred yards
demanded to the driver, the damaged side easily noticeable from the
inside. He looked
out the driver's side cracked window to inspect the damage of the
intruder's automobile. Travis' Mobile resembled a rocky cliff on the
damaged side, and smoke was
fuming out from the engines. It would not take much more damage, and
Then, the prey's side door facing Leonard slid open. To his horror, he
red squirrel standing behind the doorway, grinning. His eyes caught the
he was carrying first. His mouth went agape then closed again before
gathering enough sense. "Slow down! Stop, driver, stop! For the love
The doomed chihuahua was helpless as the rocket launched itself right
into his Mobile,
sending it aflame immediately. The fire engulfed him, and he screamed a
yell, begging for death. His Mobile flipped over to the side,
splattering sand all over the smoking automobile. The hunter had been
Travis sighed with relief. "Sorry about that, but it's either me killed
he said, not bothering to close to side door. He navigated into the
of town, and in the short distance, he spotted the cliff. Launching the
had been forming ever since the chase began, he steered the near-dead
Mobile close to the stucco-walled
huts of the unnamed town, and waited behind the side door opening, his
him. He wanted to jump out, and in the process, throw himself through
one of the open doorways of the huts. A broken leg, arm, or head was
better than death,
or so he thought.
"Here goes nothing. One....two....three!"
With a Hail-Mary yell, he recklessly jumped out the Sand Mobile, swept
a drape door, and landed hard on the dirt floor of the hut. The Mobile
the cruise control computer knowing nothing about stopping or steering.
Mobiles chased after it, passing by the hut that held Travis. Finally,
the vacant Mobile
went off the cliff, dropped down with the wheels spinning like frantic
exploded as it landed on the rocks.
Travis groaned as he stood up, a sore on his right leg. His aim for the
good enough for him not to smack against a wall, but it wasn't perfect.
he stood by an open window, watching the soldiers stop and inspect the
the cliff. He wasn't safe yet, but he was close enough to be
The sound froze Travis. That sound could only belong to a gun, and it
was right behind
him. A female voice followed it. "Put down your backpack, and turn
Slowly, Travis dropped his backpack, careful so that the computer won't
it hadn't already in the wild ride to this town), and with paws raised,
around to see the gun carrier. He had escaped countless guards only to
killed by some town resident. Ah, irony can be ironic sometimes, the
The town resident was a papillon dog, ungroomed and rather looked like
the signs of
the times in the poverty-stricken town. Her white line marking went
down her small rounded head, speckled with sand and filth. The erect,
ears that gave her species the name were matted and torn, abused
constantly through lack
of grooming. Her legs and arms were fat enough not to show her bones,
but it was
still not well fed. Travis wondered just how she could have the strength
a heavy and outdated CK-10, one of the last bullet shooting machine guns
in production that
were still in use, with ease. For outer clothing, she wore only a thick
holes for the head and arms, and a crude belt was tied around her slim
"Hey....I'm on your side..." Travis whispered, knowing the soldiers were
The dog chuckled. "You got to be a loon. You're in Venomian uniform,
and you burst
inside my hut without my permission, as well as causing a ruckus with
Sand Mobiles, and you expect me to believe you? I'm not stupid."
"I didn't say that you was. Look, if I'm one of those soldiers, then why
am I hiding
from them? I'm undercover. Please believe me."
The papillon was still skeptical. "I need more proof. You could just be
"Alright, alright. I'm going to reach in my backpack, and-"
"No. Slide it to me, and tell me what to do."
Well, gotta hand it to her. She got smarts, I can tell you that.
"Alright," he submitted, and with one kick of a boot, the backpack slid
floor onto the feet of the dog. "Now, in my backpack, there are three
may seem to be pistols. There is a fourth one, the real one, but that
one is marked.
Take out one of the fake pistols."
The dog did so, and held it with a confused look on her face. "Sure
looks real to
me. Now what?"
"You see that line next to the trigger? That is the breaking point that
off the barrel of the pistol from the rest of it. Break it off."
With a loud snap, the dog broke the fake pistol in two. Instantly, a
popped out onto her dirty paws. "What is this?"
"That's a truth vial. On the bottom, you'll see a little engraving.
That's my proof."
The dog inspected the rounded bottom of the vial. "Copper, Orange,
Eat, Rest, Illiberal, Apple. What in the world are these?"
"Take out the first letter of each word, and combine them in the same
Travis made a grin, but his face betrayed his true feelings of
you got to believe me. Those soldiers are still out there, and I need
to hide me. Only for a half hour or so after the soldiers leave.
The dog uttered a short gasp, trying to decide wether to shoot him, bring
him to the
authorities that made her live in poverty, or risk death by hiding him.
was made when she lowered her aim of her gun to the floor.
are. There's a small room out back with no windows. Stay in there and
for the soldiers. And take your backpack along with this fake pistol
I'm not allowed to be seen with such advanced technology."
"Thank you," Travis complimented quickly and rushed past her into the
Now, his life as well as the success of his mission depended on someone
he had just
met seconds ago, someone who may be a loyalist to Andross. That was
Andross' grip on this planet was not as strong as it was in Venom, and
the dog may
have plenty of resentment toward him.
Ten minutes crawled by till the dog went to the back room, without the
"Okay, the soldiers are all gone. You can come out now."
"Good. Thank you very much. What's your name, anyway?"
"Shoshont.....that's sounds like a typical Titanian tribe name."
"Well, this town you see here used to be a thriving town for a tribe
here. When Andross
and his soldiers invaded, they killed and drafted most of the residents
allowed us dive into poverty. We weren't allowed to use technology
higher than the
soldiers based in Keermen," she said, with a disgust tone on the word
"In fact, that computer next to the fake laser pistol was the first one I
in quite some time."
"I reckon you hate Andross," he said, coming back into the main room.
Shoshont scowled. "Gee, is now the first time you figured that out? Of
hate him. I wish he and his soldiers will just get the hell off this
better yet, off this galaxy!"
Travis nodded in agreement. The main room was the most furnished of the
in the hut, but even that room was almost empty. There was no television
of course, and the lone chair had decayed noticeably in age. The rug in
the center was brittled and caked with hard sand. "Nice house," Travis
"Sorry I don't have any TV to entertain you, but it isn't my fault,"
sarcastically. "I got a bathtub, but little water. No kitchen
"Then how do you eat?"
Travis would quickly learn that Shoshont was very sarcastic when given
"Oh, I just put food in my mouth, that's all, using my paws. Well, once
a small transporter would come to deliver us the food. It's mostly
the Keermen Mess Hall. Even the lowliest private in that base has a
bed, and good food, and I have to sleep on the floor, read old books, and
Yep, I do hate Andross, alright. How will you get out of here? You
"I'm not planning to," Travis said, laying the computer laptop on the
going to call my associate and she'll come here and pick me up. She's a
me, but she's also a registered Venomian fighter pilot. That means that
of a double-crosser to Andross than a spy. She shoots down Cornerian
jets, but she also
smuggles spies away from Venomian territory back to their homes. I kept
about her getting caught, but she's still alive and doing it."
"Oh. Listen, um, I know too much for you to allow me to get away with
I mean, you do have memory potions?"
"Yes....I do. Well, before I leave, I must give you the memory potion
that will black
out this entire scenario in your memory. Policy, you know?"
"Yes, of course, but there's something I want you to do for me. Just
call this spy
or traitor or whatever, and then I'll tell you my request."
"Okay then. You have a drink of water? I'm parched."
"You're not alone," Shoshont said with a shrug. "But, I'll see what I
Be back shortly."
Travis nodded, and when he was all alone, he opened the heavily-protected
line to his associate. "Hello, Page? This is Red Knight."
A crackling yet familiar voice answered. "Red Knight, this is Page. You
"Confirmed, Page. I have escaped the Dragons, and now seeking
The female associate answered back, "Where art thou?"
Travis chuckled. He loved speaking in code. "Town near K."
"Location confirmed. Be in 0020 hours."
Travis nodded. She'll be picking him up in 20 minutes, not at 12:20 at
Red Knight out."
And with that, he shut down the connection, and bellowed a sigh. He was
a long day. Soon afterwards, Shoshont came back with the water, a tin
can as a cup.
"Here. What's your name, anyway?"
"Xavier Lean," the spy answered. No need for her to know his real name.
for the water."
"It's not very filtered though, but in this weather, all that stuff in it
is of lesser
consequence if we drink it than if we don't."
Travis accepted the cup and drank his fill. "Now, what do you want me to
all, I owe you one for saving my life."
"Does your computer have the profile of almost every soldier, Venomian
"Hmmm....not every soldier. What are you thinking?"
"I want to know what happened to my husband, Frederick Lizea. He was
into the Venomian military as soon as the Venomians invaded this town. I
seen him since."
"Well, I don't know. I can bring up the profiles of every Cornerian
for Venomians, that will be tough. Their computers have a different
makes even Jo'hara Prather frustrated."
"A computer specialist. I never met him. I'll try my best, though."
For the next several minutes, Travis went through the lesser-secured
trying to find the name Frederick Lizbea. "Could you give me more
him? That would narrow things out a little."
"Well, he's a papillon like me, aged 23 when he was drafted about 2 and a
ago. He should be 26 now. His birthday was three weeks ago," Shoshont
voice cracking. "He was based in Keermen first, but he soon left
where, I don't know. He has the most startling blue eyes that I have
ever seen, and with
a kindness to match...."
A beep interrupted her. "What was that?"
Travis read what was on the computer screen. "Private Frederick Lizea,
Shoshont Lizbea. In the first eight months of duty for the Venomian
Army, he fought
in five different engagements." The next series of words made Travis
in Westerdom, Katina. Head and shoulder wounds."
Shoshont covered her face, whimpering. "When....did he die?"
"Five months ago. I'm sorry."
To his surprise, Shoshont was almost in control of her sudden grief. It
if she expected the news. "I had dreams of my husband dying in a bloody
It's not your fault, Xavier. A widow for five months without knowing
"There is a landing bay here, right? That's what the records say."
"Yes. Will your associate fly a Venomian transporter?" Shoshont asked,
tears on her
"Yeah. Knowing her, she'll already have permission to land here, so the
won't come and investigate. She'll be here in 20 minutes."
"I'll take you to the landing bay.....follow me."
"Is that yours, Xavier?" The papillon asked the spy as a small Venomian
prepared to land on the almost broken down landing bay. Sand swirled
on the pair's faces, but it bothered Travis much more than the dog.
"Uh, yes, that's my ride. Well, I need you to drink this," he said,
giving her a
potion. "That's a memory potion. Drink all of it as soon as I
"Does that mean I will forget about the fact that my husband died?"
"Well, at least for a short time, I know the truth. You have been a
Just make sure you knock on the doorway before entering, okay?" She
said with a
smile, the first one Travis had seen in her.
They clasped paws warmly. "I hope to see you again after the war. Maybe
by here when the war is over."
"You're always welcome in my hut."
The transporter landed, and the side door opened. A vixen wearing a
uniform was inside. Shoshont chuckled. "That's your associate?"
"Yes, that's her. Well, I have to go now. Farewell, Shoshont
"Farewell, Xavier Lean."
Travis opened his mouth to tell her his real name, but refrained. He
and stepped into the transporter. The door closed, and the small ship
the ground, heading back out into the sky.
Shoshont saw them fly into space, hoping that they would come back home
Frederick," she said to herself, opening the lid of the memory potion.
"I miss my wife. I hope this stinking war would be over tomorrow so I
can go home
and have her arms around me in a loving embrace."
--Frederick Lizbea, just before the skirmish at Westerdom, Katina
Tension filled the air in the Corneria HQ Base War Room. Most of the
officers were in attendance, knowing what would happen in the next few
generals and commanders assembled together on the very day after Travis
the precious information to the Cornerian military, and General Pepper
did not like what
he discovered about this Kismet. The seven generals and commanders, all
sat on their
seats, facing General Pepper as the hound gathered their attention on the
"There are still gaps in the information that I have received, but I
it's enough. We are running against time, and this will most definitely
be our greatest
challenge. We sent our best scouts into Venomian space, and from they
told me, two-thirds of the entire Venomian Space Armada, equivalent to
about our entire strength,
will all gather in Sector Z, where the Kismet is already there. Once
formation has been set, they will move onward into our space, and the
they will reach Sector X in three days, estimated. As we speak, we are
with the formation of our own fleet to intercept them in Sector X, and I
in charge of that fleet myself, onboard the flagship Cornerian
"As I expected, the weapon of the Kismet is one that is higher advanced
capable of destroying an entire Patriot-class ship with just one
A murmur swept across the officers, but Pepper quickly quieted them down.
them the image of the Kismet, and one of the officers, Commander Tim
"My God...that's too big to be real...."
"Believe me, the Kismet is as real as the next ship. But we must not let
size to intimidate us. We must never be intimidated! Now, the odd
object on the
bow of the ship is the main weapon, and the time it recharges to make the
three and a half minutes, at the most. At maximum effort, it would be
and fifty seconds."
General Deson Motambo, a marten that was popular with the Cornerian
his paw. "General, this Kismet, from what I'm hearing from those
Zoness, has a shield that no weapon can break. If we send out all of our
destroyers, and cruisers, then we will be slaughtered. Why must we bring
our entire strength
against that ship if it's hopeless?"
General Pepper closed his eyes, sighing. Motambo was a great general,
and his tactics
of war have resulted in a near minimum of Cornerian lives, but he was too
"Please, let me continue. There is a weakness in that shield, according
information from General Olson's spy that was given to me. If we don't
bring our entire
fleet against them, then we won't have much of a chance to take advantage
ship's weakness. We must hold them long enough so that the Venomian
fleet will still
have opposition when the Kismet's shield is broken."
General Motambo shook his head, fuming with rising anger. "Thousands of
lives will die! Why can't we stay back until the shield is broken, and
"The Venomians will know when the ship's shield is broken, and when they
they will become desperate. The scouts told me that the Kismet was
in the center, surrounded in all directions by the Venom Space Armada.
The Zeram-class battleships, the biggest class ships they have, are
mostly in the front, blanketing
the weapon. The Harlock-class ships are on their flanks, and Dorisby
mostly trailing the rear. Once they know the shield have been broken,
will do whatever they can to intercept any real threat and destroy it.
They might surround
the Kismet tighter, making it even more difficult for us to destroy the
Nova bombs will do no good. Ion bombs could have a chance, but it might
not be enough."
"Then what will destroy that weapon?" Commander Bill Grey asked.
"At least a Patriot-class ship will do," General Pepper said uneasily.
quickest ones, and despite them being the smallest battleships, they do
size to destroy the weapon."
A quiet uproar arose from the others. "What? A Patriot-class ship may
be fast on
battleship terms, but not fast enough!" General Olsen spoke up. "They
be scrap metal if they have to pass through Zeram-class ships! Even
then, the Kismet
could just simply fire a shot at the closest enemy ship, and that will be
end of that
"Look, everyone....does it look like we have much choice? This is no
time to argue!
No time!" General Pepper answered in his most serious tone. "I know
of people will be killed, but that's war, whether you like it or not.
Now, can we
continue on, or can we argue till the Kismet is in our orbit and within a
of making Corneria City into a crater?!"
That silenced the group. General Pepper let out another sigh, and went
back to the
wall screen. "Now, just the mere act of disarming the weapon will be the
challenge. Hackers will have no chance to do it, for disarming it must
be done physically and not through tapping into a Venomian mainframe. We
must do it by force. There
are five places that hold the 'keys' to disarming the weapon. They are
responsible for giving the shield life, so we should do everything we can
"Wait a minute," Commander Lisa Crusta interrupted. "All five
General Pepper nodded. "Yes. Looking through the data we have, our
found the only way to completely disarm it. If we all destroy the bases,
will be shocked enough to disrupt the shield, and we will have our ice's
fire. The Venomians will most indeed will not let us take the bases, and
have reports of reinforcements from Venom coming to the key bases."
General Motambo sighed and placed a paw on his head. "Even more will be
there's nothing we can do to stop it. Alright, Pepper. Just what and
those bases, anyway?"
"Well, three of them are stationed on land, one's a space station near
Sector Z, and
the fifth one is an underwater station in Aquas. General Olsen will take
of a force to attack a base in Titania called Salem Rock, and you will
have two thousand troops at your disposal, General."
"Yes, sir," the cat answered.
"The teams StarFox and Justice Cadets will attack Devin Station near
Sector Z, and
because I need the men and jets elsewhere, they must attack it
"They can do it," Bill said confidently. "Fox and his team can wipe out
jet Andross can bring, and even Natlarn Berola will give them hell."
"Let's hope they do. General Motambo will attack Asama Base, in the
south west hemisphere
of Macbeth. That one should be of little trouble to you, General."
"I hope so," the marten answered. "What force will I have at my
"Five hundred soldiers, and thirty fighter jets. That base has a small
defense, and it can be taken care of easily. As for Underwater Station
909 in Aquas,
Commander Crusta will lead the invasion, and due to the large number of
the water, you will have five large squadrons on your command, and four
to attack the station itself."
The female goshawk nodded. "I'll take care of it, General."
"Commanders Salek, Grey, and Adams will come with me with the Cornerian
we must hold against the Dominion Fleet at all costs."
The commanders gestured unanimously. "Yes, sir!"
General Poland, the cousin of the collie whom was arrested for terrorism
the Anti-Cat League second-commander, shook his head, chuckling. "Is
this all Andross
has got? From what I hear, those bases are not exactly powerful. How
won't put much muscle on those bases?"
General Pepper's voice was grim. "Because, the Venomians have put much
of their power
on a base called Forest Echo. Just holding one base will be enough for
them to achieve
victory against us, and they rely on holding this base in Macbeth the
most," he said, and a picture of the fortress showed up on the screen.
"I wish to speak with
General Poland privately about this. The rest of you are dismissed."
The generals and commanders stood up simultaneously, their minds already
plans of more bloodshed and terror. General Pepper gave them a
and the others replied back with a salute of their own. "Ladies and
Gentlemen,....the Gods go with you."
As the officers filtered out of the room, General Edward Poland stood
Pepper, a somber look on his collie face. "So, I'm in charge of
attacking this base,
"Affirmative. Of all the bases, this will be the toughest one to
conquer. Now, as
you can see here on the screen, Forest Echo is stationed on a tall hill,
pine trees that stretch a half a mile to open land. Because of this, you
your troops on the edge of the forest. Now, I still don't have much
the defenses, but I can tell you this: the Venomians might have several
within that forest, and even land mines. Your troops will face several
determined soldiers with machine guns, and they have the high ground. I
have no idea what
else Andross would put in there to eliminate all opposition, but I do
know that it
won't be of any benefit to us."
"Why not bomb the forests, keep them bottled up inside the base?"
"The base has an indestructible metal that cannot be simply bombed to be
The fires will be a big problem to the troops that must
cross the forest, and by the time they get pass all the smoke and fire,
get shot at by Venomians with face masks, and the progress will be so
slow that when
you finally control the base, the Kismet will be on Corneria's orbit.
forest itself will take time. Infantry, to me, is the only choice that I
have for a force
"How many men, then?"
"I have five thousand already assembled and ready to go with you."
The collie blinked several times, and took off his hat. "Isn't that too
"The best way to attack will be to thin out their defenses, and to do
that, you must
attack the base on all sides. That means you must form a line, a thick
reserves, that completely surrounds the forest, and then converge on the
you object, then do so on the way to Macbeth. For now, you're on your
The collie saluted. "Yes, sir! Good luck, sir."
General Pepper saluted back. "You're the one that will need most of the
wisely, General Poland. I do pray,....plan wisely."
"I will, General. That Kismet will regret fighting against us!"
The loud sound of large doors opening alerted Emperor Andross from his
he sat on his throne. A saluki, wearing the stripes and medals of
burst inside, her tan and black face fuming with anger. Like drum beats,
stomped on the carpet hard, and Andross noticed she was carrying an
view screen, the modern equivalent to a clipboard.
"General Avalona, what is it?" Andross addressed drily. He was having a
and despite the great service that Venus Avalona had done to him in the
of the war, relations had greatly strained afterwards.
Rather rudely, Venus slapped the thick, plastic view screen onto Andross'
her head almost uncontrollably. "Guess what, Emperor? An intruder had
an hour ago. The investigators had found out that this intruder might be
a Cornerian spy, and he got information about Kismet! Emperor, do you
know what that means?"
Andross groaned and laid a hand over his face, his head bowing slightly.
bother looking on the view screen. "How much information did this
"Oh, all the information that Keermen has about the ship. The five key
many jets it has, blah, blah, blah," Venus muttered in anger, her
waving like flags. She didn't care about having such inappropriate
behavior in front
of her own emperor. "Oh yeah, there's also the information about the
weakness that the
Kismet has. Now those Cornerians know the weakness! They can destroy
"How....did that spy know that Keermen has the information of all
Venus chuckled smugly. One of the purposes of her telling him the news
some messenger was to secretly attack him for making his foolish plan
The Commander General have no love toward Andross, and she was even
plans that could have her executed. "Oh, remember that so-called
incident near Zoness, with
the two Patriot-class patrol ships? Apparently someone in one those
ships had managed
to break enough security codes when scanning the Kismet, and they got
to catch the word 'Keermen' on it. So, the Cornerians now have a chance
Damn it, Andross, if only you would just simply accept my-"
Emperor Andross stood up, his eyes full of fire. He was bigger than
but she was too accustomed to his size to be intimidated by it. "Now
don't you start
again! Look, I know that you accept my plan in protest, but I assure
you, we will
still prevail in the end. Those key bases are powerful enough for my
Forest Echo. The Cornerians will have to overstep their very limits of
their resources to raid those bases one by one, and later hold them
against further attacks.
Even if they managed to disarm the shield, which I doubt they will, they
have to contend with Admiral Thurman and two-thirds of my entire Armada.
will be swamped, not being able to bear the weight of being outnumbered.
is the most fearsome starship in the galaxy, and the Kismet Fleet is the
ever assembled. How can they stop us?"
Venus pulled her cap off her, and slapped it against her leg. "Oh, if
a way to defeat us, then they will stop us."
A moment of silence passed between them until Venus spoke again. "Why
be a weak point in that ship in the first place? Why do those five bases
"Those five bases represent the heart that pump the life into the
You going poetic in front of me, ape? That's so unlike you.
"Still, why give the Cornerians a chance to defeat it? Why have an off
Andross couldn't answer that question, so he ignored it. "I will tell
you in due
time. I want Tana, Mikhail, Woshive, and you in my War Room in ten
Venus sighed. Everyone would now have to pay for Andross' mistake on
she could not stop it. "Yes, Emperor."
She was about to leave when Andross halted her. "General,.....if you
yourself in such a foolish manner again, then not only will you be
demoted, but you
will also have a permanent residency in the hottest pit-hole in
Hey, that's not a bad idea, Andross. At least I'll stay away from
"Well, Daniel, the next couple of days will be a huge mess, whether I
don't like it
or I don't like it," Venus said to her boyfriend in her living quarters.
an hour after the meeting in the Meeting Room, and Venus was at least
about that meeting than the one before it. Sergeant Xaven rested his
mastiff body on her bed,
his feet extended away from the end. Venus laid down next to him, a paw
on his chest.
"So, what will happen, Venus?" Daniel asked in his deep voice. "Will
you leave this
planet for a mission?"
"Yes, but the good news is that I'm in charge of a portion of the Golden
so I'm ordering you to come with me to Titania."
Daniel smiled with a chuckle. "Oh, Titania. That will be a blast. Hot
air, hot everything. But, I won't mind, as long as I'm with you. How
in your forces?"
"Three hundred. Andross says that's enough. We're going to Salem Rock.
there once, have you?"
"Yeah, to invade that place. I don't know why the Titanian defenders
built that base
on top of a velman rock outcropping."
"Who knows, really? Commander Tana will help the defenders in Asama Base
General Mikhail will help the key base in Aquas, and Commander Woshive
and his 'Black
Flood' squadron will reinforce the Kismet Fleet, along with the Conquest
"What about StarWolf and Forest Echo?"
"We won't help Forest Echo. They can take care of themselves. There
about StarFox and some other squadron heading toward Devin near Sector Z,
and the Sapphire Paladins will intercept them there. Knowing them, Star
win. They always seem to win. It's like they're immortal, you know?
They just can't
die. Sometimes, however, I wanted them to defeat Andross."
Daniel had to blink twice to digest what she had just told him. "Venus,
Venus sat up on the bed, and glanced down on his face. "Daniel, I trust
I will tell you now must not leave the room. Do you understand me?"
"I hate Andross. I have been for a little over a year now. I do my
duty, but only
out of fear. I could have relentlessly attack his plan for the Kismet,
him to accept mine, but I feared for going to jail or worse. I could've
to his plans all morning, all evening, all afternoon, and all night. I
could've argued with
him until my mouth turns dry. Hell, I could've told him just how I feel
complete with a punch to his face, but I did none of those things. I may
be a Commander General, but that rank is nothing to him. Emperor Andross
wields his power to
make us fear him, to obey his every whim like zombies. I deserve better.
not right for me to be treated like this. I may have the stripes, the
respect from fellow soldiers, but in the big picture, in the eyes of
Andross, I am nothing.
Just a mere pawn in a chessboard called war, the saying goes,.....I
She stood and walked over to a drawer, and took out some of the clothes
use for the multi-day mission. "Daniel,.....I think my life in this war
by two personalities. I was ruthless in the beginning of the war. I
believing his every word of freedom, prosperity, and all that bull.
During the Invasion
of Macbeth, I wallowed my way to conquest in a sea of blood, and I'm
to wash it off my very soul. It might stick on me forever, like the most
glue in the galaxy. I struck fear into the hearts of almost every
resident in Macbeth, and
I smiled whenever I see one of the helpless victims cry out for mercy,
on their clothes, paws, fur,...everywhere. I cheered along with my
we burn down a village, converting more people into the militaristic and
religion of Andross, and leaving my mark on my passing. Burning houses,
plains of fire and smoke, the air thick with the screams of victory,
suffering, and grief."
The saluki glanced at her boyfriend again, and chuckled. "I'm sorry,
Daniel. I told
you this thousands of times lately, and-"
"I don't mind, Venus," Daniel said calmly, still lying down on the bed.
about it makes you feel better, then please, do so."
Venus smiled. Daniel was the best possible person to talk to, and his
calm was of legendary status, at least to her. Leaving the packing to
she hauled a plastic chair next to the bed, and sat down, her knees
her boyfriend's body. "Thank you. Sometimes, recently, I wondered what
I would do
if I looked at myself through the eyes of the people of Macbeth. I might
to death of me," she said amid chuckling. "I was engaged in over
battles against the Macbeth defenders, and that's not counting the
numerous village raids.
Forman's Hill. Blue Tavern. Red Oak Ridge. All those battles, all
all of them,....will be in my memory forever. I became so accustomed to
that, as I remember, in Blue Tavern, I just simply marched across the
them like they were just blades of grass. Like blades of
A tear ran down her face. She was recalling a very horrible time in her
it's almost like I loved the sight of blood. I would have nightmares of
sprinkled with blood, and I was licking my chops and lips, savoring it.
would be a misty red, and thousands of people, with fire and laser
wounds, would be
lying on the ground, their eyes dead to the world. I don't know why I
did all those
things. Maybe it's because I foolishly followed my loyalty to Andross,
I was just a bastard. A blood-loving bastard with the same moral value
toward life as Bandit
Forhawk! The old me scares me right to the bone marrow, Daniel. I often
hard to believe that it was me who ordered the deaths of five hundred
the Nothrans Massacre."
Daniel closed his eyes in light of that. He met Venus during the
Invasion of Macbeth,
and he was there when he saw the soldiers aiming their guns at the
"And then came....came....."
"Almira's Sorrow," Daniel finished her sentence. "You made that one up
"Yeah, that I did. During the last days before finally conquering
Macbeth, my army
reached a village.....uh..."
"Greensboron Village," Daniel reminded.
"Oh right, right, Greensboron. That name always escapes me, yet very
much else about
it sticks with me. Isn't that odd?"
"I've heard and seen stranger things."
"Well, anyway, once we reached Greensboron, I demanded provisions for my
the stubborn villagers refused. They may fear me, but they value their
I called them morons, too stupid, and would rather throw their lives
away. I should've admired them, the way they defied Andross in spite of
all the odds and consequences.
I should've left them alone, but I didn't. I cared about victory more
so I did the usual routine of rounding the villagers up and ordered my
aim at them. I threatened to kill them, and when they still refused to
budge, I ordered
to mow them down. Seconds later, when I was going through their bodies,
"Almira. She was only five years old at the time, right?"
"She looked like a five year old. She never told me. She was wailing
over the carcasses
of her parents, her foxy mouth wide as she yelled. When I came upon her,
and looked at me. There was something about those eyes of hers that made
me hesitate. There was sorrow in it, of course, but there were plenty of
in them as well. Hatred. Anger. Malice. She might be only five years
already she's internally swearing a blood oath to hunt me down and kill
me out of
revenge. Five years old! She stood up, boldly, and spat on my boot.
She was wounded on
the stomach, but I doubt that bothered her. 'I hate you' were her words.
words, but they spoke louder than a jet engine at full blast next to me.
did I do in response? I asked for her name, then once she told me, I
raised my pistol
at her and shot her down."
"But it wasn't her that changed your life, it was those dreams," Daniel
"Yes, those nightmares. I still have them occasionally. I remember them
like I was
having them a second ago. My shelves had a collection of still bloody
flood of blood rushed through the door and I drowned in it. My chair was
of skulls, and as I sat on it, I was laughing till my sides hurt,
ignoring my right paw which
was bleeding heavily. But my most horrible nightmare was when I was
some dark corridor, and a huge crowd of people, thousands of them,
like a mob," she said with a choked up voice. "They looked like zombies,
and they still
bare the wounds that killed them. They were all victims under my terror
and they keep hounding me by calmly telling me their own names, and their
Oh God, that was one dream that I always wished not to come back
Venus clasped Daniel's massive paw tightly. "Daniel, I would have gone
I kept all those memories bottled up inside me. I'm forever in your
"Hey, you're not in my debt. Your love to me has paid for it in full,
and even more,"
the mastiff responded, and sat up. Venus stood and sat down beside him,
on his shoulder.
"From those days onward, I changed," Venus continued on. "It took me a
but I learned to value life. I know life is precious, but as long as I
medals of Commander General, I will always think myself as a hypocrite.
I try to
keep Venomian lives at a minimum, but their lives are just as valuable as
How can I value life and still become a murderer of my enemies? My plan
Kismet could have ended the war at least tomorrow or even yesterday. The
are not stupid. They would've reached a peaceful agreement, and no lives
will be gone,
no cities destroyed. But, I don't have the power of Andross, and I have
what I don't want to watch. I have to do what I don't want to do. Now
why I hate Emperor Andross. He have ordered the deaths of millions,
while I have ordered thousands
to their deaths. Have he changed? No. He have gone only worse.
think Andross wanted that battle between the two large fleets to happen
just to quench his thirst for death. Now, even more people will die
taking and defending the five
key bases. Andross will have what he wanted, and once again, I have to
She withdrew from him, and faced him. "Daniel, I believe that once we
for Salem Rock, I won't be back here again."
The mastiff could only nod. He was a listener, not a speaker. Venus
could mean to
commit suicide, or even defect to the Cornerian side.
Venus bellowed out a sigh, and went back to the drawer. "Well, might as
ready for Salem Rock. You got your own packing to do as well,
The mastiff stood up, stretching his long limbs. "Yep. You sure you're
"I'm a little better, thank you. It pleases me to share my feelings with
Daniel grinned. "And it pleases me to know that you trust me enough to
innermost feelings in my presence. That is one trust that I will never
try to break."
"Of course I will never ask for forgiveness. I have scarred those
too deep. What I do ask from them was to understand that I have changed.
never come back to being the old me. Never."
--Commander General Venus Avalona, Venom
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...." Terra Hartford mumbled to herself,
pacing in the
living room. The bobcat member of the Crimson Firehawks clinched her
the eyes jittery with nervousness. Her boss, Darwin Dracka, had ordered
her to wait
in the living room for a private meeting, and for some reason, Terra
thought she was
in trouble. Her delicate paws were lined with sweat, and she would rub
uniform shirt in a futile effort to dry them off, leaving wet spots on
The cougar leader of the Firehawks came into the room, breathing a little
normal. Instead of in uniform, he wore a light, red sweatshirt, and a
khaki jeans. However, instead of the firm face that Terra expected,
smug, his eyes studying her. A towel hung around his neck, damp with
dark tan and black fur were matted, like it always was after some workout
in a gym.
Terra tried her best to remain calm. "You wanted to see me, Darwin?"
Darwin nodded. "Yes, I want to talk to you," he said, then flapped his
to cool off. "Um, do you mind?"
When Darwin grabbed the bottom of his shirt, Terra knew what he would do.
Before she could finish her sentence, Darwin had already pulled up his
over his head, and threw it on the floor. Terra gulped at the sight of
his shirt. What in the world is he doing? Her eyes caught the glints of
his chest; it was sweat, reflected from the lights on the ceiling. She
gasped in short
breaths, terrified. If Lizbel sees her looking at her husband like this,
would be the devil to pay. She closed her eyes shut.
"What are you doing?" Darwin's voice demanded.
"Put your shirt back on. You know you're married and I still have a
crush on you,"
Terra said, then bit on her lip. She had just made a horrible mistake of
Two wet paws touched her small shoulders. "Yes,....I know. I don't mind
Huh? What did he just say?
Terra opened her eyes to find Darwin directly in front of her, holding
A volcano heat erupted inside her, and sweat poured out like a flood
a levee. "Um, uh, Darwin...."
His breath was hotter than Titania as he talked. "I knew you had a crush
on me even
after you promised not to do so. I married someone else, but there is
only one that
I love more. And that one is between my paws now."
Terra was still in shock, but she managed to look up, and met his gaze.
after all those months, you actually loved me?"
Darwin nodded, and bowed his head down. They made a loving embrace, and
was too dreamy to be true. When the embrace departed, Terra grinned.
Darwin shared her grin. "Why not?"
They kissed again, even more dreamier than the first. "Terra...."
"Yes, my love?" The bobcat answered with her eyes closed.
"Hey butt-head,...wake up," Darwin said, in Dekslan's voice.
A knock on wood smacked Terra back to reality. She woke up on top of her
sheets pulled from the bottom and now a messed up ball of damp cloth.
The bare mattress
scratched her fur as she sat up, and she rubbed her eyes.
Standing on the doorway to her bedroom was the borzoi Dekslan Meneslan,
narrow, greyhound-like head. "What happened to you? The bed sheets are
up, and you're sweating like Wolf O'Donnell in a sauna."
Terra was about to spurt out what she had dreamed, but refrained. Darwin
Lizbel must not know about it. "Just a bad night, I guess," she lied.
It was entirely
Dekslan merely nodded. "Well, get up and get some quick breakfast. We
got a mission
to go to."
"Salem Rock, in Titania. We are to leave as soon as possible," she said
When all was quiet again, Terra continued to sit on her bed, still dazed
dream. She wanted to go back to sleep, to live through that dream again,
it was a figment of her crush-love imagination. In reality, Darwin loved
more than anyone else, and would never even hold Terra in a loving
embrace. Even taking off
his shirt in front of her seemed "way out there". Even if he was
a workout, the sweat glistening on those biceps.....
Terra slapped herself on the face. "Stop! Sheesh, it's getting worse.
I don't know
how I can take it anymore!" But she must.
She sighed. "Well. Might as well get this mission done. No sense
Due to a short delay, the pilots of the Sapphire Paladins decided to play
game of cards to kill time. As the rest of the Venom HQ was bustling
for preparations to reinforce the five key bases, the rec room was almost
shut off from the rest of the base.
And silence was what Major Amy Johnson wanted. Her trademark migraines
to cool off in recent days, but the snow leopard knew that they would
come back eventually.
The Paladins leader was in uniform, her medals shining brightly under
the ceiling lights, and for a change, she had blue gloves on. Her eyes
were intent on her
playing cards, but they were distracted by her anxiousness on the mission
embark soon. For the third time in her life, she would face StarFox, and
the stakes were high.
She still remembered the time she was a StarWolf member temporarily, and
doomed fight against StarFox near Titania. Amy gained from that loss,
made her first bonding with Leon Powalski after that dogfight, and they
The second time occurred months ago, in Katina. That was the first
them as a Sapphire Paladin, but inexperience doomed her team, and one of
Gregory Nothrana, crashed near a cave. His body was buried ceremonially
a few days after Nedra found him, stabbed and beaten several times by an
She was upset at that loss, for she wanted Fox McCloud crash and burn,
and she seemed
helpless to stop him. Her unique jet, the Sunlaser
, was better than the arwing in defense, but she still held firm on the
success depends on the pilot rather than the machine, and she blamed her
for the loss.
But she had improved. After the tragedy with Gregory, the Sapphire
nine different engagements, from Sector Z to Katina, battling whole
helped the bombers destroy one city in Katina. Their popularity grew,
ranks remained the same, and so have their attitudes and habits.
Nedra Benson, the greyhound second-commander of the team, was just as
the mission as her best friend, but she was much more intent on the card
the persistent gambler, Nedra was often the one who suggested playing
cards to kill
time, and whenever credit dollars were involved, she would do anything to
gain it. The
wackiest bet she ever made was with Pigma Dengar, betting she could beat
him in a
blueberry pie eating contest. Pigma of course, accepted the challenge.
thought Nedra would lose, and she really was losing until on the second
pie, when Pigma stopped
suddenly, covered his bluish mouth, and ran for the bathroom, and so
Nedra won by
default. However, Nedra was notorious for cheating; before the contest,
in a regurgitation pill in one of the pies on Pigma's stock. Of course,
told anyone about that, so Nedra remained as the only person who managed
Pigma on a pie-eating contest, as well a couple hundred credit dollars
was one drawback to her gambling: she won so many times that people have
before betting against her.
Westly Meenat was even more intent on the card game than Nedra, but that
because he was less interested on the mission than them. Even the loss
failed to deplete his ego, saying that they were just lucky. The
doberman's cockiness may be annoying to the other pilots, but he had a
sense of humor and willingness
to party that they just couldn't stay being mad at. He had a hatred
just before the jaguar's death, upset on how he reacted to the death of
his own sister,
Lucille. During the battle against StarFox, he actually shot down
Gregory in purpose,
blowing Nedra's top to the extreme. He was jailed in Outpost 459, but
released him, knowing that despite his cockiness, he was a great pilot
that was needed. Nedra refused to talk to him in the first couple weeks,
and even now, the relationship
between them were nearing the point of broken, but they tolerate each
that suited Amy fine. Due to a recent scare in a space dogfight near
Sector X, Westly suffered a small scar on his face, barely noticeable.
"I'll see your ten, Amy, and raise five," murmured Westly, dropping
on the center chip pile.
Amy shook her head. "Too rich for my blood. I fold," she said, laying
down her cards.
Nedra and Westly had faced each other in cards countless times, with
each time. The doberman often had to borrow money from his father to pay
and only his stubborn cockiness made him to continue gambling against
Nedra eyed him with a sinister look. "I'll see your five, and raise
Amy chuckled lightly, a grin on her face.
Westly ignored her. "Let's see what you got, greyhound."
With a smile, Nedra laid down the cards. "Straight Flush. What about
The doberman didn't even bother laying down his cards. With a frustrated
threw up his cards in anger, admitting defeat once again. "Someday,
Nedra greedily raked in the winnings. "You always say that, Westly. How
we been playing?"
"Five minutes now," Amy answered. "We should be getting a call for us to
get in our
jets anytime soon."
In cue, Pigma Dengar came inside the rec room, breathing hard. "Alright
You guys and StarWolf are now cleared to leave."
Nedra grinned. "Hello, piggy. Still aching from your loss?"
Pigma snarled at her. "Shut up. In five minutes, you follow us to
Devin, since we
know the way, and we need to stall StarFox and that other squadron long
Nedra rudely waved her paw at him. "Yeah, yeah, we know. I believe that
are the Justice Cadets. I never fought them, but I heard they're
Westly laughed. "They're bounty hunters, not fighter pilots like us! I
Pigma turned to leave. "C'mon, slow-pokes! It's time for action!"
Commander Pat Woshive, the leader of the newly formed Black Flood
on a catwalk inside a large hanger, looking down on the jets assembled
Row after row of sleek, black jets lie parked on the floor, anxious to
confines of Venom and soar in outer space. While most of the departing
military hurried off
to reinforce the key bases, the Black Flood would only have to add the
the Kismet Fleet, and thus Andross could afford to deploy the brand new
all the others. Woshive was disappointed of having to wait and see the
others go, but
it was Andross' will, and he must obey.
Pat was a tall feline, at 6'7", with a slim body and small biceps,
and his spotted
fur were groomed with a weak cologne that his wife gave him as a birthday
A coal-black helmet covered most of his head, with open slits for the
ears, of course.
His jump suit was just as black as Jo'hara's eyes, and the stripes of
his shoulders. On his face was a scar unique to Black Flood members: a
crescent with the small letters "BFDAE" engraved above it on the chin.
The letters mean "Black Flood Drowns All Enemies". Every pilot goes
through the scarring ritual
before they would even touch the Flood-class jets, and all one hundred
pilots wear them with pride. Because of the scar, they were "Flooders"
to the sweet or bitter death.
The cheetah became a Commander before he was the leader of the rarely
He was an Academy graduate, 11th in his class with Bill Grey and Fox
McCloud, and became a somewhat good friend with
the both of them. Soon after the war started, Pat shocked his family and
by joining in the newly formed Venom Empire, and became branded as a
skills quickly made him a Commander, and fought against the Cornerians
several times, but
still have yet to fight against Bill or Fox. He hoped that he would,
respected them, but they are his enemies now, and respect would have to
Black Flood were created as a last resort, a reserve for the last of the
Defense, if the Cornerians ever push them to that point. However,
Andross, in light
of the Kismet, had decided to make use of them now, and thus the purpose
of the squadron had changed. However, Pat was uncertain if his pilots
were ready yet. All of his
pilots were not rookies at all, but experienced pilots, and some of them
against StarFox and lived to tell the story. But the main problem were
themselves. Flood-class were unique only to the squadron, and they were
said to be better
than Invader-IV's, but those were just rumors, for they have never even
past Venom space before. Not one jet had crashed, been shot at, or fired
at the enemy. Meaning, they were never used against Cornerians before.
Just targets on
the ground and old Invader-I jets, flown by androids. Pat and his pilots
used these jets under the pressure of being fired upon, and that
him. How much damage can these jets take? Three shots? Two? What if
they fail in the
middle of a dogfight? Pat had no time to answer those questions now. He
it by ear.
A cat came up to his side, bearing the same Flood scar. "Commander?
It's time for
us to go."
"About time. When will we reach the Fleet?"
"In a couple of hours, at normal speed," the cat answered as they stepped
into a nearby
elevator. "Yeah, it sure is about time. After being in Venom, wasting
my life away
for the past five months, I'm more than ready to rip some Cornerian
"I'm sure you are, Captain. We're all ready for it. It's been a while
since I flown.
Three months now. I hope my skills won't get rusty."
"Even if your skills are, we'll back you up. Just remember to back us up
The elevator stopped at floor level, and the two pilots, about to be
joined by the
others, walked over to their reserved jets, jumpy and nervous for action.
Pat's jet, the cheetah clasped his Captain's paws.
"Well, I guess this is it. Good luck, my friend."
Captain Asa smiled. "Good luck to you too, Commander."
Pat climbed up the rectangle hole steps to his cockpit, and the black
were cold to the touch. The smell of a new jet (or rarely used) shot up
as he put on his safety harness, and checked his helmet com.
"This is Flood One, testing."
"Flood Two here," answered Captain Asa. "Oh, there's something I heard
you might be interested to know. According to a recent report, Bill Grey
with the Cornerian Fleet."
Pat's lips curled up in a smile. "So I see. Well then, I hope to pit
I haven't seen him since I graduated. Back then, I've never thought I
going against him, but now, it's inevitable. This will be fun," he said
as the shaded
canopy closed in from above. "Fun, indeed!"
"Oh Pat Woshive? I remember him. He's good natured, although
--Fox McCloud, StarFox
"We will reach Devin in less than an hour," Peppy reported. "Should we
take off in
our arwings from here, or should the Great Fox come all the way within
view of the
Fox rubbed his chin. "I think we should wait. The Great Fox may be in
but this big boy have gone through riskier situations. Besides, if one
of us needed
repair, then the Great Fox, as always, will serve as a haven. The Great
be slow and have only several lasers, but it can take care of
Peppy nodded. "Fine. Slippy, are all arwings ready for a fight?"
Slippy grinned, and rubbed his hands on his greased mechanic shirt. "All
except for Tigress' jet. I still need more work on it."
"Well, hurry it up, Slippy," Tigress Mondale impatiently uttered as the
finished her meal of fish and chips. The biggest pilot of the Justice
up and stretched, resembling a giant to the runty frog. "I got an
a doomed Venomian."
"Don't worry about it, Tigress," he retorted, and walked back to the
Fox and Peppy sat on a sofa in the living room beside the kitchen, both
excitement. They both knew the gravity of the mission, and they have
up a plan. StarFox, along with the help of Fara Phoenix and Katt Monroe,
fighting in space, keeping the defending jets there at bay. Meanwhile,
the Justice Cadets
would storm in the space station Devin, eradicate the Venomians inside,
the base. Once the station had been destroyed by a large, planted bomb
in the Command Room, then all would go over to Sector X and help the
Minutes passed before the monitor phone signaled an incoming call, and
It was General Pepper. "Fox. How long to Devin?"
"At current Great Fox speed, we will reach the station in twenty
"I would like to have everyone onboard your ship with you now."
Fox nodded. "StarFox, Cadets, Monroe, and Phoenix, over here! Pepper
wants to talk
A sarcastic yell from a bird retorted back. "Why? He wants us to
General Pepper grumbled again. "Falco's still using my name as a
Fox sighed. "Apparently, he is."
Soon, all the others joined Fox and watched the screen. The hound
his throat. "Everyone, I just got the news that Asama Base is now being
and already Motambo is saying that his soldiers are fighting within the
Natlarn Berola grinned. "Sheesh, that was fast."
"It was a night attack. The Venomians were unprepared for it, and were
taken by surprise.
Commander Tana is leading the Venomians there. He's not the best, but
and that's all that really mattered these days. The soldiers that will
attack Forest Echo have not landed yet, and Forest Echo might be the last
base to be conquered.
I have no reports of any Venomian force coming to reinforce the
"What about the Crimson Firehawks? Will they help in any way?" Tera
"Yes, they will storm Salem Rock along with General Olsen and two
"What about my sister?"
"Star? I haven't heard anything from her."
Fox sighed and laid a paw over his face. "Knowing her, she must be
wanting to pitch in and help me, as if I really needed her."
Falco laughed. "Oh, you needed her more often than you think!"
Fox glared at him, but said nothing. Behind him, Fara grinned, shaking
"Oh, you might need all the help you can get," General Pepper continued
is coming, along with a team called the Sapphire Paladins."
"Paladins, eh? Fought against them before," Fox remembered. "As I
of their own pilots shot down a co-pilot. Must be some grudge between
it doesn't matter to me. That blue bi-plane gave me some trouble that
time. I could've
sworn my lasers struck that jet a million times, and still, the jet
managed to escape."
"StarWolf,...." Peppy asserted. "They just won't give up."
"Just like we won't, Peppy," Jo'hara Prather said, clasping his new
"What else is going on?"
"Commander Crusta and her team had still yet to reach Aquas, and I don't
coming from Venom to attack them. They're late-comers, but I believe
take care of matters easily."
"Wait, Lisa Crusta?" Katt asked. "Met her before. That goshawk is
she's not all that good in flying. More like a leader that deserves to
some desk than under a jet canopy."
"Is my best friend Bill joining in?"
"Yes, Fox. He's joining me to attack the Kismet Fleet. To reinforce the
will be the Conquest Squadron and the Black Flood Squadron. You never
heard of them,
because they're new. They're led by someone named Woshive."
Fox's eyes grew wide with shock recognition. "Pat Woshive? A Venomian?
of my classmates in the Academy. I used to have some laughs with him.
"Yes, it is confirmed."
"Huh......I wanted to see him again, but not like this. Hope he doesn't
any trouble. Is that all, General?"
"I don't know which Venomian force will come to Salem Rock, but that is
and Gentlemen, I wish you the best of luck."
Fox made a respectful salute. "Good luck to you too, General."
Devin was not the largest space station, but close enough to fool
those who knew the station. Located on the fringes of Sector Z, the
guarded by a hundred Invader-III jets, the pilots nervous to fighting
legendary pilots like StarFox. The station itself was three times as big
as Outpost 459, but
it was cigar-shaped, without the ring on the middle. The docking bays,
were not on the center like most stations, but only at the bottom of the
station. The command center was in a room at the center, so the
Cornerian invaders must fight
a long way through the station in order to get to it.
That made Fox nervous as his team and allies cruised their way to the
station on their
jets. It would take the Cadets time to crush their way through, and time
they were running against. Unless, there could be some shortcut.
"Jo'hara, you still have your laptop?"
The dark-furred feline laughed. "Fox, that's a stupid question. I
always carry it
"Well, good. Once you get inside, I want you to get into their computer
the shortest path to the command room. Slippy, scan the station and tell
how many people inside there, and how they are generally positioned."
After several quick moments, Slippy's voice piped up again. "There are
soldiers in there, Fox. One hundred of them are mostly near the docking
the rest are generally dispersed."
"Hmmm....there is a way to take advantage of that. We could send some
toward that station, make the odds lower."
"That will give us trouble, Fox." Tera objected. "It would slow us down
if we have
to crawl through debris."
"Then let's hope any of the debris won't be blocking the best path. Okay
the dogfight begins, I want the Cadets to go straight for the station,
and Fara and
Katt, I want you to stay ahead of them to bombard the station with three
each. Don't center all of them in one place. Make the damage
you know what to do."
Falco made a pre-battle whoop. "You got that right! Let's kick some
At Fox's signal, the arwings and Catspaw
accelerated into the scrambled formations of the Invader-III's, and
Devin's own turrets
began firing out deadly ion torpedoes.
Picking their own targets, StarFox let loose their hyperlasers,
faceless pilots. The Invaders returned fire, and the lasers shot between
massive crossfire. Burst of small, short-living fire burst into their
eyes as a
doomed jet exploded, not able to withstand the pounding of the death
"Got one!" Falco burst out in victory as his arwing screeched through
that used to be an Invader. He glanced to his right and spotted the
with the two female pilots at their bow, bolted through the dogfight and
toward Devin. A lucky laser clipped a small chunk off his tail, shocking
back into attention. Being distracted while a Invader was on your back
be a sign of a good day. In response, Falco banked as he accelerated to
almost smashing against the hull of another Invader. The Invader on his
tail wasn't as lucky.
Instead of barely missing that other Invader, he smacked right into
Falco chuckled, not knowing he was very close to death moments before.
the first two nova bombs, owned by Fara and Katt, burned through space
station. The people inside Devin stumbled as the two powerful shots
shook the station,
shedding off bent debris, and adding more people to the casualty list.
The pair quickly
fired off another round of nova bombs, damaging the top area of the
splitting off in separate directions.
The Justice Cadets raked the thick hull of the station with a relentless
lasers, shattering windows and rooms. Fara and Katt circled around to
last pass on Devin, dodging and absorbing laser fire the best they could.
Justice Cadets cleared the way for them, the two jets darted toward each
other, their eyes
intent on their target spot on Devin. With their last shots, the nova
forward, and the two explosions were their reward.
"Alright, Cadets!" Fara barked. "Now's your chance! Good luck!"
On cue, the bounty hunters fired their way to the docking bays, and
in. Fox gave them one last glance before shooting down an unlucky
team, keep alert for the Paladins and you-know-who!"
"Oh,......you mean us?" An evil gruff voice snarled into Fox's helmet
Out from the northwest of the station came the familiar quartet of
in attack formation, and trailing them were the trio led by the unique
StarWolf and the Sapphire Paladins had come to crash the party, and now
things would really start to get interesting.
Fox eyed them with a hatred glare. "Wolf....coming back for more?"
The one-eyed wolf leader of StarWolf uttered a low laugh. "Fox!
Surprised to see
you here!" Wolf said in a mocking voice of fake shock. "And you got some
along to back up your disgusting tail!"
"You got some friends as well!" Falco shot back. "I guess only losers
will try to
have more losers as help!"
"You got some nerve, Hook Beak!" Nedra yelled. "Let me follow you so I
that egg out of your ass!"
The blood enemies of space and sky honed in targets that have showed up
in their target
screens before, and poured out a relentless barrage of revenge-carrying
assaulted Fox with her bright yellow streaks of deadly light, distracting
from honing in Wolf's jet. The son of James was besieged by Amy and
Wolf, whom were
teaming together bring their arch rival down.
Westly had never fought against Fara before, and underestimated her in a
He showered her with lasers, but only a few found their marks.
Frustrated, he accelerated
speed to get a closer shot. That technique backfired as Fara swiftly
made a flip, and the tables had turned. The doberman yelped in surprise,
right in a deep angle to catch her off guard. Fara was too experienced
to let go
of him, and followed his exact trail, punishing him with well-aimed
Although Katt was lucky enough to pit against a more inexperienced
had help, in the form of the momentarily forgotten Invader-III defenders.
cat soon found herself with five jets on her tail, including a determined
Paladin who seemed to be quite good with her shots. She dodged and
swerved the best she
could, but her shields were dropping dramatically.
"Will someone get their furry tails over to here and help me?!" She
a portion of her controls exploded on her face. The sparks forced her to
more than enough for her five hunters to take advantage of it. A large
's right wing blew off with a bang, and the jet was reeling toward
Finally, Peppy came to the rescue, came behind the five stalking jets,
them with a well aimed nova bomb. The Invader defenders exploded
Nedra's jet only jostled and flew out of Peppy's target screen.
"You alright, Katt?" Peppy asked, already targeting another hapless
"Not well. Only got 45% power on my power!"
"Stay together, Katt. We can't afford to lose you."
Katt merely nodded a response and went back to the business of laser
dodging and Invader
Wolf snickered as his single eye focused on the heavily damaged arwing,
with Fox himself
inside. His own jet was raked by other StarFox pilots, almost breaking
off his right
wing, but he didn't care. He glanced on his green-hued target screen,
and maneuvered to place Fox right smack in the middle of it. A beep
rewarded him, and Wolf
smiled, showing rather menacing fangs.
He gripped on his trigger buttons tighter, laughing. "See you in the
The wolf was just about send his fatal homing laser to Fox as a present
when a laser
out of nowhere pounded on the canopy, and Wolf bumped his head on the
As Wolf yelled in surprise, Fox quickly swerved out of harm's way, and
that deserved a loud curse from the one-eyed beast.
"Sorry about that, Wolfie, but you're not taking down my brother that
The arwing Midnight
surged into the dogfight, piloted by Star McCloud. "That's another one
you owe me,
"Well, put it in my tab!" Fox shot back, obviously irritated. "What in
are you doing here?"
"I'm just helping you here!" Star retorted.
"I don't need your help! Go help the Justice Cadets in the station, or
Star growled, irritated herself. "God, you can be so crabby sometimes.
with that, she swerved toward Devin, but not only till after she fired
of lasers on three Invaders, destroying them quickly.
Meanwhile, Jo'hara was in the hallway near the docking bay, all alone
except for his
trusty laptop and fifteen soldiers lying down, all victims of the
fighting of the Justice Cadets. Tera however, suffered a flesh wound,
but he remained
healthy enough to continue on. Typing on his computer that was connected
to the Devin
mainframe, he watched the three dots that represented his teammates,
A loud thud ruined that grin. Jo'hara pulled his phaser from his
holster, his eyes
toward the direction of the noise source. That confused him however, for
looking straight at the docking bay, and all the soldiers were eliminated
area. Have someone just docked?
Another minute passed by. Finally, a vixen came into the hallway, and
down his gun in relief. "Star.....long time, no see."
Star McCloud was dressed in a black jumpsuit with a green belt, an
assortment of weapons
fastened to the belt. She wasn't as groomed as Jo'hara was accustomed to
but those eyes of hers still persisted. Her wrist guard was gone,
perhaps in her
pocket. She was fuming about something, and Jo'hara could only guess why
be like that.
"Hey Jo'hara. What you are doing here alone?"
"I'm busy trapping soldiers and giving my teammates the way to the
the panther said as he went back to his computer. Star followed and
comp screen over his shoulder. "I found a shortcut to the Command room
on the other
side of the base. It's a series of small corridors within the walls, and
I was surprised
to find that Tigress can fit inside those things."
"What about opposition?"
Jo'hara smiled as he explained. "Well, I managed to trap most of the
put a cold spell on the elevators, stopping them immediately. Then, I
the transparent blast doors on all the hallways, and the soldiers will
not be able
to override them. They are stuck, and except for those in the Command
room, they won't even
touch my team."
Star laughed, but it ended with a deep sigh of frustration. "So even in
guys don't need me. Swell. This just isn't my day. Well, I might as
well get back
to the dogfight. My brother will be pissed off, but that gives him
"What's the situation out there, anyway?"
"Well, that Andrew fella is really falling apart,....again. He really
does need more
lessons in aviation. Fox is really going through a bad situation, but
hey, if he
doesn't need help, then I won't give him any."
Suddenly, Star flinched for no reason, and her eyes closed tightly.
Jo'hara laid a concerned paw on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Star opened her eyes, and Jo'hara saw a little bit of worry in them.
"Now Fox needs
me! Why must he change his dag burned mind all the time?! I gotta go.
"Good luck to you too," Jo'hara said and went back to his job. Star
rushed back to her jet, mumbling in half-anger, half-frustration.
Andrew Oikonny just couldn't take it any more. Slippy was too relentless
on his tail,
and his Wolfen-II was punished hard and heavily as a result. Another
his left engine, and a warning beep in his cockpit warned him of low
"I have to get out of here!"
Wolf growled at his teammate. "No! Stay here! We must fight them off
and I need every help I can get, even a stupid dummy like you!"
Andrew knew that Devin was a key base for the shield of the Kismet (he
by the constant gloating by his uncle), and that Andross won't stand
having the enemy
take control of it, but his life was more important to him. As Slippy
to punish him, Andrew steered toward Venom, and began to pull away, with
much protest from
Leon Powalski and Pigma Dengar were more better off, but not by much.
The curse that
they had against StarFox had stuck with them, and now they were in danger
Leon was especially frantic, now that Slippy had come to reinforce Falco
and punish the chameleon with a double barrage of lasers.
Amy was the only one not seriously in trouble. Her jet was more armored
others, and she wasn't fired upon as much. However, if StarWolf decides
to lick their wounds, then the Paladins would be forced to follow suit.
jets and a unique bi-plane have little chance against StarFox, Fara,
Katt, and Star.
The Invader-III jets were mostly obliterated. However, if she was to
she won't with Fox still alive.
"C'mon, Fox! Give up!" Amy taunted as she laid another yellow laser
onto Fox's left
engine. Beside her, Wolf collaborated with the snow leopard, firing off
relentless than ever, sensing victory was within reach.
They would never get to that point in this battle. Off the corner of her
spotted lasers flying past her, coming from behind. It was Star,
choosing Wolf as
her target. Two lasers slapped the pounded jet of the evil mercenary
off more metal than Wolf wanted.
"Hey Wolf! Guess you're wishing that you knew how to make a somersault,
Wolf yelled back in hatred. "Enough with the somersault jokes!!
Three more lasers found their marks on his jet, and his main engine
Amy glanced back on her enemy that she never pitted against before.
Wolf may not know how to do it, but I can.
Effortlessly, she executed a flip that surprised Fox's sister, and came
her. Several yellow lasers scraped onto the Midnight
, distracting Star enough to fumble on her controls. She had never
fought the Sunlaser
before, and had no idea how Amy would behave in a dogfight. Star had a
recuperating quickly though, and once she gained control of herself, she
made a sudden
swerve to the right, and Amy followed, leaving Wolf alone to fight Fox,
but his jet
was worse than even fair shape. To make matters worse, Pigma had just
left the scene,
with 91% damage on the power, and Peppy had ganged up on Leon. With
pilots all firing at him, Leon knew that he must escape as well.
As for Westly and Nedra, they continued to fire lasers at Katt and Fara,
However, while Westly may be more stubborn to leave, Nedra realized that
StarWolf pilots out of the game with a third close to it, then even
be forced to give up. When the greyhound spotted Leon pulling away from
she knew it was time to bail as well. Cursing to herself, she left Katt
headed back for home. Westly continued to dodge lasers, not wanting to
three well-aimed lasers told him to, as well as a warning beep that told
his shield status.
His ego damaged once again, he swerved to follow his teammate out of the
muttering in anger.
It was not common at all for Star being in trouble, but it was also not
have an ace pilot with a jet built like a tank firing yellow lasers at
her as well.
Even with Fara and three StarFox pilots firing at her, the thick hull of
bi-plane was still mainly intact, and Slippy was getting a feeling of
marvel for the tough
defensive ability of the Sunlaser.
Amy was in trouble herself, however, mainly because her allies were
and thinner in numbers. Seeing Nedra and even Westly moving out told her
was the better part of valor.
"We have to get out of here, Wolf! We can't stay here much longer!"
Wolf was beginning to yearn for escape as well, with Katt bruising him
submission. He muttered a curse as his right engine failed, and left Fox
the first time in the battle. The two failed jets accelerated to their
with the victorious Cornerians firing their "goodbye" lasers at them.
The battle in space
was soon over at Devin.
"See you later, Wolf," Fox muttered, his arwing almost destroyed.
how are you doing inside?"
"We have secured the Command room, Fox!" Tera exclaimed. "We only had a
less than twenty soldiers, thanks to Jo'hara and his computer!"
"Huh....I would like to know how he did that, but we don't have much
time. I need
to get back to the Great Fox. My arwing is really busted."
"You can say that again, Fox." Star said. "Boy, that blue jet is tough
to even make
a good sized dent on it!"
"I remembered throwing a nova bomb at it, and the jet did shake, but it
very much alive. I would love to have a jet with that kind of defensive
"With the way you're flying, you sure need one," Falco stated amid
Fox ignored that remark. "Fara, report to General Pepper with the good
"Sure thing, Fox." Fara answered with a nod, and headed toward the Great
Fox continued on. "Alright, fellas, good job on fighting off Wolf and
"Yes?" His sister asked, hoping it would be a thank you for saving his
"If you want to come with me, you can."
Star was a little disappointed, but she didn't show it. "Fine then. I
with you for some time."
"Alright!" Slippy piped up.
Falco groaned. "Just leave my magazines alone, Star!"
After the Justice Cadets had planted the huge bomb inside the center of
they and the others retreated off to Sector X, and were a safe distance
the huge explosion that engulfed Devin, the first key base to be
"La paz es para los cobardes."
--Shivan Tresley, assassin for hire
Before the battle in Devin took place, a feline with a murder-filled past
into her apartment room, exhausted from the Macbeth heat. She had on a
shirt that was speckled with small dots on blood on some areas, and
though she had
a bloody bandage on her right arm (to throw off suspicion), the blood on
her shirt didn't
belong to her. Her black loose jeans were dusty and caked with dry dirt,
her green belt was a long-bladed knife, but with the way the handle was
the blade, it resembled a small scythe.
Shivan Tresley plopped her slim, muscular frame onto the small bed,
making the springs
squeak. Her slick, black, short hair shone under the sunlight peering
window, although her heart remained as dark as ever. She pulled off her
the scabbard, and using a bed sheet, did a crude cleaning job with it,
last of the overlooked blood that once belonged to her latest victim,
which was a
colonel in a local military. Her yellow eyes were tinted with victorious
that moment when she stabbed the knife into the colonel's heart. She
people die under her knife. They react much differently than if they
The caracal was an assassin, one that kills for money and not for power,
or just "giving
the galaxy a voice" like some others do. For the almighty hundred credit
she would kill even her mother. She has been killing ever since she
hideout caves of the Anti-Cat League, and secretly became available to
their enemies dead. She has killed people with a gun before, but it was
that was her primary weapon. It horrifies people just by looking at it,
and having it scrape a rib or thigh bone would be painful enough to make
them feel it tomorrow,
although not one of them lived to see tomorrow. Except for Katt Monroe,
always successful in her missions, as a member of the A.C.L., and being
She had numerous people paying her, but just one week ago, a mysterious
man by the
name of Dr. P came by, offering a thousand credits for every successful
Not one to pass this up lightly, Shivan struck a deal with him, and
relationship became permanent. However, she never met him up front; only
through a highly
protected monitor com line. He never gave her his full name, but Shivan
To her, she would stay with him as long as a thousand credits show up in
account after giving someone (Dr. P often target the military, both
Venomian and Cornerian)
the knife through some portion of the body.
To make sure that he keeps his part of the deal, Shivan went to her
computer and went
online to a secret bank that had Dr. P's recommendation. When she saw
she smiled. "4,820 credit dollars. Once again, I thank you, Doctor.
if there's someone else he wants me to kill."
She then closed her account for now, and hailed a call to the mysterious
that called himself Dr. P. She didn't even know if he really was a
doctor, but she
didn't care. A small window appeared on the comp screen, and the gray
He was youthful, in his early-twenties like Shivan, and was wearing
of blonde hair swept across his face like beads, and every so often, he
a paw to wisp one of them back.
"Ah.....I heard the news, dear Shivan. Congratulations."
The Vitrian-speaking caracal chuckled. "Nothing to it. The colonel was
and I got him as he was coming out of a tavern. I don't know why there
was a door
to an alleyway from that tavern, but I'm glad there was one. Who's
The fox smiled a crooked smile. "There is one that I especially want you
He has been on my death list for quite some time, and I am confident
that you will
do the job. It'll take you to Titania though."
"No problem. I can take the heat."
"I'm sure you would," Dr. P said and another window opened, showing the
the victim. Shivan gasped with pleasure. It was a domestic cat, a
she hated with all vengeance.
She chuckled evilly. "Of course I will kill him. Just show me where he
is, and I'll
go even without knowing this victim's name."
"Fine. Saves my breath. Two thousand credit dollars this time."
Shivan nodded. "Doctor.....I could do this for free."
"You really do hate cats. No, I'll pay you the money. I don't want to
my favorite assassin, am I right?"
When Fleet Admiral Thurman heard the news about Devin's destruction, he
and slouched down on his leather throne. The Kismet Fleet spotted the
Fleet a half hour ago, and the white German shepherd prepared himself for
the inevitable battle ahead. The seven Zeram-class starships in front of
the Kismet blared
their dull red light of engines onto the large windows of the Command
in a further distance, just ten minutes away, were the first ships of the
Fleet; Vermont-class, which were the biggest Cornerian starships
He pounded a gloved fist on the throne's arm, his eyes narrowed in
"Damn it! Someday, Andross will have StarWolf in chains!"
The First Officer DiVilliana stood rigid, taking the blows of indirect
we still have the four other bases intact, although Commander Tana is
"Worthless bum! Why can't he hold on to a simple base?"
"Well, sir, uh, the Cornerians had someone named Motambo leading them.
a night charge while the defenders were mostly sleeping, and caught them
Tana tried the best he could, but he was unprepared. I doubt he could
Carl groaned. "What about Salem Rock?"
"The defenders there are better off, but the Cornerians have the Crimson
on their side, and they are expert base stormers. Commander General
Avalona is heading
there, but it could be too late."
"What do you mean, too late?"
"Well, sir....she and her Golden Hammer force are just not going the fast
It will take them a few hours to get to Titania, although at max speed,
reach the place in only one hour."
"Now why in bloody damnation would she do something like that?"
"Um....if you didn't know,......the General doesn't seem to be in good
Carl spat out in distaste, and despite being refrained since he was
his tail flickered wildly. "I know that! What does that have to....."
realization sinking in. "Wait a second here...could do it be that Venus
thinking of double crossing Andross? No one does that and lives!" He
then stood up, and
stuck his nose up to yell at someone behind him. "Communications
A lynx promptly came up to the Admiral's side. "Uh, yes sir?"
"Send a call to General Avalona. Warn her that if she doesn't move
faster, then she
will be facing court martial!"
The lynx saluted and rushed off to do her duty. Carl sat back down on
shaking his head. "What about Underwater Station 909?"
"I have not heard much, but Commander Mikhail is holding good. His
defense had suffered
50% casualties, but Commander Crusta is not faring well with her team
still evenly matched or so. As for Forest Echo, General Poland of
Corneria had just landed his troops, and now are surrounding the forest.
They have still yet to engage."
"Sir!" The same lynx ran back. "I cannot send a call to them! It is
"Damn! I know those Golden Hammer troops, and they will follow their
leader no matter
what! Have Andross known about this?"
"He might've, Admiral. I haven't heard anything from him lately," the
answered. "I think it will be best if we set aside all these matters,
and pay attention
to those on front of us."
Carl rubbed his chin. "Hmmm......of course. Launch all the squadrons
here from the
starships. Have Black Flood showed up yet?"
"They'll be here soon. I'll give the command to all squadron leaders,
The Admiral nodded, and as the First Officer left, his eyes gazed on the
the Cornerian Fleet, and chuckled. His confidence remained. The
shield remains intact, and it would be too late for the Cornerians to put
to it. By the time the very last key base would be destroyed, General
be among the thousands of corpses floating lifelessly in space.
Or so, Carl hoped.
Aboard the flagship Cornerian Hope
, General Pepper spotted the countless Venomian jets spilling out of the
looming in front of his fleet. He leaned over a console, a microphone
close to him.
"Yes, General?" Bill answered in his GreyOne.
"The enemy jets are heading your way. It's time for action, Bill."
The dog commander yelped a war cry. "Yes sir! Commander Salek!
Form your squadrons and move forward in attack positions!"
The two commanders, both in brand new Bulldog class jets, barked a
response in agreement.
Bill alone led a series of squadrons, identified by color, that
consisted of five
thousand Protector-class jets, while the two other commanders led a
single squadron of a thousand Green-class jets. Every single one of the
pilots knew that this oncoming
battle would be the biggest of the big battles that had occurred in this
perhaps in history overall. With their adrenaline pumping inside them,
they impatiently awaited Death to come to their doorsteps. Whether or
not Death would come inside,
would be up to them and the could-be killer.
"Long Patrol, give 'em blood'n'vinegar! Eeulaliaaaa!"
--War cry of The Long Patrol, created by Brian Jacques
Yet another scream burst into her ears as Dekslan fired a shot at the
her on the catwalk. The soldier stumbled limply, and leaned over the
arms dangling lifelessly. She grinned at seeing that award, and her eyes
around the narrow and long hallway inside the base Salem Rock.
"This room is clear. I don't smell any more Venomians here," the borzoi
her attached comlink next to her face. Like always, her black uniform
with weapons and tools needed for a good old fashioned base storming and
butt-kicking. A high-tech nine-level AM-Phaser, which has more bang than
the common phaser,
was being gripped tightly between curly-furred paws, the cold steel gone
warmth. Attached to the inside nape of her boots were a pair of small
throwing daggers, the ones with the jagged edges. On her leather belt
was a holster for the
phaser, several more throwing knives (double edged), and two smoke
"Knowing your sense of smell, I think you'll better investigate some
answered back on the comlink. He was almost on the other side of the
base in Titania.
"How far to the Command Room now?"
"Just a couple more rooms now. How are the others doing?"
"Terra is doing just fine. I haven't talked with Lizbel yet, but she'll
you soon. General Olson and the other soldiers are still picking out the
outside. It was lucky that we all managed to smash through the defense
and got in here."
"What about you?"
"I'm fine. I still have my bomb with me. Let me know when you get to
"Of course, stupid. Dekslan out."
She reached a door on the other end of the hallway, and found out the
was a large room, partly dark. She walked through the almost empty
in an almost snail pace, her sharp eyes cautious for any sudden movement.
she never saw the soldier coming up behind her until it was too late.
The borzoi grunted as a pipe smacked her on the head, and she fell, still
but with a bleeding wound. She rolled herself face up, and retreated
back in a crawling
position. The burly red wolf in front her held the bent pipe like a
baseball bat, his lips curled in a snarled grin.
"Aw...did that hurt?" The wolf asked in a mock tone of concern. He was
a big one,
about 6'9", with a belly that told Dekslan that he might be pushing
"No, it just itches."
The wolf chuckled a bass-toned laugh, and walked closer to her, his pipe
head to make the fatal blow.
He walked too close, however. A well-aimed boot kick to the leg sent him
back, grunting in pain. Dekslan's kicks were not as powerful as
Lizbel's, but her
metal plates on the toes of the boot was punishing enough. The wolf
of his injured leg, giving Dekslan time to stand up, and reached out a
Upon seeing that, the soldier laughed. "You think that small knife can
Before he could react, Dekslan threw the knife, and the blade sliced the
into the heart. "I don't know. Does it?"
The wolf's eyes bulged out in shock, the knife handle poking out his
chest. He fell
to his knees, and with one last guttural groan, fell muzzle first on the
Dekslan stood still for a moment, her eyes glanced downward on the dead
I guess it does. Thanks for telling me."
The soldiers in the Command Room was too busy on the console controls to
Dekslan and Lizbel burst into the room at first. Two soldiers managed to
their revolving chairs before being shot down, and another felt Lizbel
ever painful boot to the face. That unlucky soldier stumbled away from
the blow, crashing
against the computer screens and buttons. The chinook thrust a hard
to his stomach, then grabbed hold of his belt and back collar.
"Get out of the way!" Lizbel warned her teammate as she held the reeling
Dekslan side-stepped just in time as Lizbel carried the soldier across
and smashed his head onto a monitor screen. Sparks flew out as the
soldier was electrocuted, and the body went limp, seemly growing from the
"Sheesh, are you in some bad mood to do something like that?" Dekslan
asked the wife
Lizbel nodded, and exposed a laser shot wound on the side of her stomach.
all that serious, but still, it hurts. Guess I expected something like
I wasn't being careful."
"There's two things I know of that would make pain beneficial. One is
that it teaches
you a lesson, and the other is that it lets you know that you're still
Lizbel chuckled, but it converted into a restrained grimace. "Where's
"Oh yeah, I forgot," she answered, and turned on her comlink. "Hey
An irritated voice answered, with gunfire in the background. "What?"
"We secured the Command Central."
"Good! Check the radar for Venom reinforcements!"
"Right," she answered. Dekslan and Lizbel studied the radar screen, and
shook in disbelief. There was a force coming, but it wasn't moving as
fast as they
expected. "Several troop transporters about more than a half an hour
are trailing them. Wonder why they are going slow."
"Engine trouble, perhaps, but I doubt it," Lizbel suggested. "Anyway, it
of benefit to us. General Olson, do you read me?"
"General Olson here," the cat answered through the comlink. "What is
"We have secured the Command Central. How are you guys going out
"We're routing them, Crusasa. They're retreating back to the base."
"We'll be ready for them. Venomian reinforcements are coming, but not
for quite some
time. According to the radar screen, it seems small enough for you guys
care of it yourselves."
"Good. I lost a quarter of my army already. When will the bomb be
"As soon as Darwin comes in. Give or take five to ten minutes."
"Alright. We'll stay inside to clear the way for you Firehawks, and
we'll try not
to mistake you for a Venomian on your way out."
"Thanks," Lizbel said dryly.
"Is that what we will try to take over, Don?" A jackal said as the
through a transporter window as they drifted down nearby a base in
Don Barnestien, a black striped jackal, looked over his brother's
shoulder to see
what he was looking at.
"Yep. That's Forest Echo, Allen," Don answered.
The base itself looked over a large hill of trees and large boulders like
and it looked the part. Four spires were stationed on the corners, meant
towers, and the building was shaped like a stadium, complete with a dome
downward, like the dome was upside down. The forest that surrounds the
base were thick
with trees that blanketed the ground, and Allen could spot boulders
along with trenches that the Venomians had dug in for protection. The
base had four
large doors on each side, and due to it's size, it might be only big
enough to be a outpost
and not a normal military base. There were no landing bays nearby the
base, of course,
so the Cornerians, in order to reach the base, must cross a half a mile
of laser fire, thorny bushes, possible land mines, and an estimated two
soldiers, as what rumor said.
The troop transporter, one of many, landed on the open ground just beside
and a sergeant stood up to address the soldiers inside. "Okay fellas,
this is it.
Devin is destroyed, Asama had just been destroyed, and Salem Rock is
close to it.
Underwater Station 909 is still alive, but the latest news claim that
is gaining an advantage over the defenders. Forest Echo might be the
last key base
to be alive, and it's up to us to disarm the shield of the Kismet
The sergeant paused, waiting for the words to sink in. The fifty
him remained silent. "We are now on the south side of Forest Echo. The
line is reported to be just five hundred yards into the forest, so by the
get out of the safety of this transporter, you will be under long-range
We have no idea what other defense the Venomians will have once past
but there could be land mines. There are also boulders there, some as
high as nine
feet tall. Climb on top of those, and you will be exposed in the open.
Go around them, and
you would risk being shot by someone hiding on the other side. Either
way is fine
with me. Just getting over the obstacles is the main thing. The four
doors on the
base will be closed by the time we get there, so we will plant several
bombs on them,
and that will break them open. We will storm inside cautiously, but we
ourselves, that at this moment, our pilots near Sector X are fighting the
Fleet, and with that shield still intact, they are doomed. They are very
dependant on us right
now, soldiers. That is why we and those people in Station 909 and Salem
destroy these bases. We must! The future of Corneria and the outcome of
depends on it!" He stated, shaking his fists to dramatize his speech.
He calmed down,
and made a deep sigh before continuing on. "Once General Poland gives
we will all burst out at the same time, all five thousand of us, and one
stay behind as reserves. The General had put a two hour time limit on
this. If we couldn't
make it within that time, then we just got to hope that the Corneria
hold on against the Kismet and her ships longer."
Allen bowed his head a little, and gripped on his M5-Laser rifle tighter.
pilots and Cornerian residents were depending on soldiers like he, and he
16 years old, just on the minimal age limit for drafting. He was just a
for three months, after seven months training, and had been through two
battles on land.
Just one battle was enough for him, and after seeing all the horror in
one, he was not looking forward to this one amid trees. He preferred
which he could actually see the enemy from afar, not in some place like a
forest where there
could be an enemy soldier just fifty feet away and don't know it till it
The sergeant continued on. "I don't really have to tell you what you all
facing. Some of you may still be considered dependants that was drafted,
are on their prime, but all of you have gone through battle. You have
right in the face, and you have done your praying and killing. The
cowards are long gone.
We know our duty, and there are times when the lives of officers don't
You can make this base invasion without me telling you what to do, or
doing the same thing. I have my confidence that we can achieve victory
in this vital
day. The question is, do you have the confidence?"
The sergeant, his speech finished, grabbed hold of the door handle, and
the signal. Less than a minute had passed when a bell tone rang out
transporter, and with a yell, the sergeant burst open the door, and the
In pairs, the soldiers ran out the transporters, yelling and firing their
Allen found a tree and buried himself behind it, peering off the side of
it to see
the Venomians uphill. As he expected, he spotted a crude wall hundreds
up, and dozens of heads were popping above it from behind, firing their
lasers and retreating
back behind it. His brother knelt beside him, a grin of excitement on
"Are you ready for this, Allen?"
"I sure am, Don Bomb!" The jackal exclaimed, using a nickname from his
elementary days. As the soldiers behind them filtered out of the
finding a tree or bush for protection, Allen charged upwards, a laser
a whisker from him. He found another tree and hid behind it, firing more
shots at the Venomians.
Wanting to eliminate the first defenses as quickly as they can, the
between the countless trees, risking their lives and saving others at the
same time. Several of the Venomians fell in pain, being exposed too
long, and victims
of good aim. Allen fired off some more shots, then flinched as a piece
of bark splattered
onto his eyes. He kept his cool enough to remain hidden from the enemy,
of the splinters struck his right eye, forcing him to squint.
Screams of war cries, pain, and death rang into his ears, and he looked
back to scan
for his brother. He spotted him a few trees over to his left in front of
and sound. Allen remained standing, too cautious to move forward right
to his sudden vision impairment. The more braver soldiers kept climbing,
to stay this far away from the base.
"Forward! Forward!" An officer barked the orders before he was shot on
Allen ran to the right, his rifle oozing hot lasers, and had just came
another tree when another soldier screamed in pain just beside him. The
fell back, landing on the ground with a laser wound on the face. All it
took for Allen to
feel queasy was a glance to the poor soldier's mask of death.
"Ugh....God!" Allen muttered as he looked away, and tried to shake that
his mind. Minutes quickly swept by, and Allen was so close to the wall
that he could
see the white of the Venomian eyes. Another soldier screamed beside the
a hole close to his neck. The lasers were more relentless, blasting
branches, tree stems,
the wall of branches and rocks, and lives of soldiers. Blood trickled
a small stream, and the death toll rose dramatically.
Fifty feet away from the wall, Allen decided to go for broke, now that
virtually no more Venomians directly in front of him. He rushed out and
ran up the
hill, firing at the defenders to his sides, and came upon the wall
safely. He ducked
behind it, but he spotted no Venomians beyond the wall in the area in
front. The last
defenders of the Venomian wall were killed off, and for now, the
crossfire had receded.
Moments later, Don came by, panting hard. "Hey man, you okay?"
Allen grinned. "Good enough, Don. What about you?"
"Almost got one on my right leg, but other than that, I'm okay."
"That's good. My eye is a little sore, but I can still see from it. How
it been since we came out of the transporter?"
Don looked on his watch. "Sheesh....ten minutes."
"Huh.....I thought only seconds had passed. Strange, isn't it?"
"It sure is," Don answered, peering over the vacant wall. "I see a few
up there, but they are too far away to be of any threat to us now. Shall
"Of course, brother. Of course," Allen said and jumped over the wall,
--General Edward Poland, after the capture of Maxwell Poland of the
"Andrew....." Wolf muttered, too angry to speak much. The entire
StarWolf team were
in a small rec room in a Venomian space station an hour from the now
Station. The Sapphire Paladins were recuperating in another room, lucky
stay away from Wolf's wrath. Sadly however, Andrew was often on the
receiving end of
that pent up fury.
Andrew cringed away, knowing what will happen. Pigma was in the
a small granola bar (chocolate chip with almonds, sprinkled with
cinnamon), and Leon
stood rigid by the door, simply obeying the order from Wolf to not let
"Hey....you guys escaped as well!" Andrew burst out in defense. "So
it wasn't my fault! Why are you blaming me? You always blame me! In
might be blaming me for causing that cut on your eye!"
Wolf only snarled and stepped closer to him. "Grrr.....shut....up. I've
had it with
you, Andrew! You are the worst and most pathetic excuse for a pilot that
ever met! What do you got to say about that?"
Andrew wasn't all that good in the brains department. "Um, uh...there
might be worse
pilots than me because you haven't met all of- AAAAAHHH!!!"
Wolf grabbed the hapless Emperor's nephew on the collar roughly, and
placed his muzzle
so close to his face that Andrew could see himself on the reflection on
and drool. "Oh I have met enough pilots to know that you are not worthy
lick the ground they step on! I don't know how you managed to stay alive
these engagements, but someday, you won't be that lucky!"
"Oh, I'm smarter than you think, Wolf! I'm still alive because I know
when to bail
out of a fight. After all, those to run away, comes to fight another
"Actually,...the more precise quote is those who fight another day, still
Pigma was one of the more self-absorbed members of the team. "Of course,
Wolf turned to face him in his most cruel look on his face, but that
didn't even stop
Pigma's appetite. Leon cringed though. Wordlessly, Wolf went back to
of insulting-the-monkey. "You want to know how many times you failed me
Ten times you was the first StarWolf member to leave a dogfight, and
there won't be
an eleventh time!"
With that, Wolf pulled out his prized dagger, and placed it in front of
for an up close look. "You want to know why I haven't used this beauty
time? Because I was saving it for Fox! But, if there is no way I could
goddamn throat, then what's wrong with quenching this knife's thirst with
the blood of royalty?"
The sharp edge of the knife pressed against the short red fur of Andrew's
the skin. Two trickles of blood flowed onto the shining blade's surface,
dripped over the edge like slow raindrops. Andrew winced from the pain,
tried to struggle. He held Wolf's arms to shove him away, but Wolf was
"I'm...I'm going to tell Uncle for this!"
Wolf's single eye glared evilly at him. "You always say that, yet I'm
You know why? Because even a dump ape like Andross know that you are
to be of any use except to irritate me, so when you report to him about
that tells him that you are doing your stinking job!"
Andrew shook his head wildly, sheer panic in his eyes. "That's not true!
too busy to throw you in the dungeons, like he should!"
"Or maybe....he's too dumb, period!"
Leon decided to speak up at this moment. "Wolf....this room could be
Wolf continued to face Andrew. "I don't care! Andy, hear me this! Once
Wolfen-II jets come here in a few minutes, we will be on our way to meet
battling Fleets, and hopefully StarFox. Now, I want you to shoot down
pilot down, just one, dumb and stupid pilot, and I'll shut up after the
if you escape again like always. You understand me?"
Andrew made a guttural whimper, but nodded. "Uh...uh....yes..."
Wolf's blade dug into his throat deeper. "I didn't hear you!"
"Yes! Yes!" Andrew yelled, mostly in pain.
"Good. If you don't shoot one down, and still you escape...., you know
The knife dug into the skin even deeper, and the red droplets dripped at
pace. He then pulled away from him, and Andrew grabbed hold of his own
"That's just a preview on what will happen!" Wolf growled, and marched to
Pigma and Leon followed him out, and Andrew remained alone, a terrible
wound on his
neck, and a new sense of panic rising in him. He slowly sat down on a
chair beside him, deeply worried for his life. He wondered if he would
see Venom and his Uncle again.
By the time Commander Pat Woshive and his Black Flood Squadron reached
between the two Fleets, the widespread explosions and lasers flying cued
he was too late to see the start of it. From the distance, he could see
battle, and the explosions, lasers, and ion shots made so much of a
spectacular show that
Pat wished he could halt his jet and watch the entire battle unfold as a
Of course, the ship that caught his attention was the Kismet, a mighty
even the Zeram ships. It's huge engines spewed red fire, dazzling to
and the ship's many turrets spewed out the sphere ion torpedoes and large
shots. The shield surrounding "Andross' Wrath" was a flickering hue of
whenever a jet or torpedo collides against it, and the weapon itself was
white, and that was so angelic that it almost hypnotized the cheetah
a weapon like that would look so beautiful and so deadly at the same
The Zeram-class battleships in front of it, out of the weapon's path of
firing their heavy artillery at the Vermont ships of Corneria, which were
big as the Zeram ones, but the biggest they had. However, Pat noticed
one of the
Zeram ships in deep trouble, with a huge chunk of steel blasted out into
debris. He watched
the ship limply fall away from battle, never to go back to duty again.
soon just be another junk heap, a memoir of war.
Although most of the action was in the front of the Kismet, there were
attacking the sides as well. Three Patriot-class ships were flanking
Harlock ships, pounding the Venomian medium-sized ships with a vengeance,
being smaller than them. In response, several Dorisby cruisers on the
rear of the Kismet
Fleet broke off formation to flank the Patriot ones. On the other side,
Partisan-class Cornerian ships were attacking mostly the rear on their
Pat was curious on what their strategy would be. Wasn't the main
objection was to get
rid of the Kismet, and not all fiddle around with the "little guys"?
Scattering all over the place were the countless Bulldog, Green,
(all four classes), and Borzoi jets, dashing here and there, firing their
at each other while dodging enemy fire. Pat grinned as he neared the
He was anxious to get into the fray.
"Black Flood Drowns All Enemies! Remember that as you barge yourself
into Hell, pilots!
Attack Formation Delta-Velcon, now!"
The coal black Flood-class jets positioned themselves for battle, and the
burst closer, even amid them. Pat spotted a large collection of Greenies
of him, and chuckled, thirsty to kill. "Black Flood!" He screamed.
An ordered barrage of lasers fired off their jets, hurling toward the
and the reflections of the following explosions danced on Pat's eyes.
cheetah whooped a war cry and gave the order to scramble and find their
own targets. A tantrum of doomed jets scattered all around him, and the
pleasant sounds of
lasers firing off his wing guns buzzed into his ears. He imagined the
Cornerian pilots as he shot them down one by one, enjoying himself.
His grin turned determined as he spotted a familiar jet, being flown by a
pilot. He turned on his all-frequency comline, hoping his former friend
him through all the clutter of noise.
"Bill! Remember me?"
The voice that Pat heard so many times in the Academy answered.
"Wha...who are you?"
"Ah, don't you remember old Patty Boy?" He said as he tried to tail
"Woshive?" Bill answered, half spooked. "Is that you?"
Pat answered with a barrage of lasers directly at the GreyOne. Two shots
marks, shaking Bill considerably. "Yep, that's me, pal! I covered your
the Academy, and I'm covering your back now! Ha, ha, ha, ha!"
Bill grunted as another laser from behind struck him. After nearly an
hour of fighting,
he was growing tired, and now with his own best friend in his classroom
like some damn parasite, he knew there would be a very long day ahead of
him. However, having someone he knew as an enemy could be of small
As the lasers whizzed by him, Bill accelerated and swerved to the right,
a plan forming
in his mind. Pat followed relentlessly, feverishly hoping to bring him
Alright, Pat....let's see if you solved that problem in the Academy
that made you
11th in your class!
He swerved downward, like he was diving, and Pat followed his move, but
banked, and Pat couldn't keep up, and lost him for several moments. By
he tailed him again, Bill zigzagged through the dogfight, and Pat, hurt
by lack of
good experience, couldn't stay on his tail, and all of his shots missed
The cheetah mentally cursed to himself. In the Academy, he didn't have
which puts him on a failing grade in the rings test. That kept his
grades to average,
rather than great. Bill obviously remembered that. Knowing that he
much damage to Bill anymore, he quit chasing him, and went off to find
Bill chuckled. "Still have that problem, Pat?"
The cheetah didn't answer, for the communication between them was shut
"We will be reaching Salem Rock in ten minutes, sir."
"Okay....and don't call me sir."
The messenger on the screen nodded and turned off the transmission.
Avalona sighed and laid back on her seat. Beside her, Sergeant Xaven was
asleep, and most of the Golden Hammer soldiers behind them were either
close to it. Venus didn't bother to discipline them. They have been
awake for over
a day now, since they left Venom close to Lights Out time. The
protested at not going at top speed, but the orders of a Commander
General was to
be made very clear and strict. She knew that Andross won't be happy
about this, but going
slow was Venus' way of punishing him. The Kismet would be destroyed
the saluki wanted the ship to be destroyed because of Andross' folly.
Venus glanced at her boyfriend, and grinned. "Loud snorer," she said as
a hard pat on the mastiff's chest. With a startled yelp, Daniel shook
and sat upright.
"We're getting close to Salem Rock. The Crimson Firehawks have just
heading for Aquas or Sector X, and they have succeeded to make the base
in terms with the Kismet. That's what I expected."
"Then why are we coming here?"
"I want to give the Venomians one last good from me. I may hate Andross,
but I have
served Venom too long for me to just simply leave. Besides, I have a
plan that would
have very little casualties to our side. In fact, to win, I don't think
to even storm inside the base."
"And how, should I ask, can you do that?"
"Why is it called Salem Rock?"
"Because the base is on top of a large velman rock outcropping. It's
Forest Echo, but only in that we have to scale uphill to get to the
"The velman rocks under their foundation will be of great benefit to us.
On the way
here, I contacted the commander in a Titania base closest to Salem Rock,
and I requested
twelve ion cannons, a transporter, and four Sand Mobiles if needed. They
be here just after we come."
"Why you need those?"
"To topple the base from under. Velman breaks under the pounding
pressure of ion
shots, even though it would take a while. That's why the Cornerians had
in the base, due to lack of time. However, we do. I estimate it would
hours of shelling and bombing to cripple the base."
"Several hours? You're already in deep trouble with Andross. What if
you get caught?"
"If I get arrested, then I'll order a soldier to shoot the security.
are Golden Hammer troops. They are the best base stormers that Venom has
and all of them are myrmidon soldiers."
"And if Cornerian reinforcements come?"
"We retreat as soon as possible. We don't have to be there anyway, so
why have unnecessary
"Don't be a hypocrite, Venus. You will have Cornerians killed."
"Well, I can't always get what I wanted. Besides, if I order the
to head back home now, then the troops won't complain, but I know that
be terribly upset. I know you will, Daniel."
The mastiff sighed. "Fine, Venus. We'll make the siege. Then
"Well.....if you wish to join me, we'll take a transporter that I
requested from the
nearby base, and head on to Corneria. I'm going to double-cross
Andross," she said
in a whisper.
"I think you already did, Venus," Daniel grumbled. "I'll be on your
Venus leaned her head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Daniel. I know you
An hour and a half after charging into the forest, Allen and Don had
spotted the base
uphill, a distant object almost covered with the vegetation and wood of
breathed out a heavy sigh of relief when he spotted it. Ever since he
first wall of defense, he was under constant fire from the enemy, and he
of the minutes lying flat and behind trees for protection, and his
fingers were sore
from pulling his trigger button constantly. He faced several entrenches
machine-gun firing soldiers, and one of them kept the Cornerians at bay
for five minutes
before he was killed by a well-thrown grenade. Don was shot on the
amid great pain, he managed to continue on with his brother.
Now, there was a short lull in the fighting. The Venomians were
retreating back to
the base to strengthen themselves there. That would mean giving the
room. Allen had his brother's arm wrapped around his shoulder, and Don
was almost dragging, his stomach area a horrible mess. They were too far
to the military hospital
back outside the forest, and too close to the base to give up now.
Even amid the wound, Don tried to shrug his helpful brother off. "I'm
walk by myself."
"Please....I had a worse wound than this one, remember?"
Allen remembered. Back in Titania, Don suffered a shot near to the
heart, and he
would've been killed if he wasn't attended to quick enough. That one
Allen a heart attack. He loved his brother dearly, and felt alone
He may have a girlfriend back home, but she lived too far away, and Don
was the only one he
really knew in the military.
Allen didn't want to leave him alone, but he respected his request.
he said, letting him go. Don stumbled a bit, but regained his balance,
walking by himself. "Just be careful."
"I'm the soul of caution, Allen. I'll see ya at the top."
Allen watched him walk uphill in a hurried pace, wanting this battle to
this war to be over. Allen had another brother, too young to be drafted,
with his foster-dad in Katina. A year ago, a Venomian bombing force
city, and two-thirds of the city was in fire before Bill Grey and his
Bulldog and Husky
Squadrons came to the rescue. Allen's brother was killed with the foster
with a thousand other people. Then his mother was killed too, due to a
heart attack a month later. Allen knew that his brother's death actually
killed her in grief.
After all, he was only two years old at his death.
Through his months of service, Allen saw soldiers killed beside him,
nearby him, screams of pain ringing into his ears. He himself was shot
on the leg,
but that was healed later on. He hated war mainly because he kept
whenever he wakes up in the morning, it could be his last. He would
never again see
his girlfriend back home, or visit his father's grave, or even see home.
worried that he would never again try the things that many do for granted
eating popcorn at a movie, dance at a party, read a long novel, take a
swim, or laugh
with friends. He feared Death, and felt that his life would never be
Being a soldier in wartime did that to him.
A few minutes later, Allen spotted something odd in a distance. Almost
the trees were fans. Large fans hooked on the branches above and fans on
The jackal was puzzled by that. What trick had Andross come up with
The fans were still, like slumbering witnesses to the oncoming
Allen was about two hundred yards away from them when the fans turned on,
all at the
same time. A gush of wind blew into his face, tickling his eyes. Panic
him. He had never seen this booby trap (if it was a booby trap) before,
yet he knew
that something bad would happen. He raised his rifle up to aim, and
fired. A fan
exploded as the laser found it's target, and he was about to aim at
another one when
a cloud of yellow gas erupted from some tank in front of the fans.
Allen halted, frozen on his feet. Tentrail gas!
The poisonous gas, aided by the wind from the fans, blew through doomed
a horrifying quick pace, sweeping downhill like an avalanche. Using
sense, Allen grabbed his small gas mask from his belt and donned it
as the gas rushed pass him. The gas stung on his fur, but he was still
alive. Tentrail gas
was lethal almost immediately, with some exceptions. Screaming through
his gas mask,
he fired a barrage of shots at the fans, exploding them one by one. The
soldiers followed suit.
After moments of being in the mist of yellow clouds, Allen saw the clouds
into nothing. All the fans in the area were destroyed, along with the
gas may be deadly, but it doesn't last long in the Macbeth air. Allen
took off his mask, and almost fell down in despair at the sight in front
of him. Just minutes
ago, dozens of soldiers were alive and well, walking bravely against any
front of them. Now, all were lying on the ground, dead to the world,
with a few
groaning loudly in pain and their arms flailed aimlessly in the air.
Allen shook his head in disbelief. This was Andross' trick, this
combination of fans
and tentrail gas. He was lucky to survive through this one, but there
Where was his brother?
"Don? Don!!!!" He screamed in horror, spotting the jackal up ahead. He
scaled the hill, kicking up rocks and dirt. He knelt by his brother, and
at the sight. Don was shaking wildly, coughing up blood. Tentrail gas
attacks the brain and lungs respectively, and can also do devastating
damage on other organs
as well. It acts like a parasite, eating whatever it can.
"Don? Don?" Allen pleaded. His brother glanced his head at the mention
of his name,
but his eyes didn't follow. He was blinded.
"Al...." Was all he managed to speak.
"Oh God.....why you?" Allen asked in delusion, half to his brother and
He cradled Don's head delicately, and felt the lightness of it, like
soul have weight
and was leaving him. Don shook his body some more, stuttering in an
dialect. Then, his head turned away from Allen, and went limp.
The jackal kneeling beside him was in tears. He laid his brother's head
on the death-felt
ground, and his tears splattered on Don's filth-caked uniform. The
were behind him trudged on, with grim looks on their faces. Allen wanted
this place. Out of this realm of pain, death, and grief. Allen scanned
forest, seeing the dead all about.
"Why am I in this place? I want to go home...." Allen mumbled delirious
"C'mon soldier....let's continue on," another Cornerian sadly mumbled to
wanted to stay with his brother, but what good would that do? With a
sigh, he stood
up, and walked uphill. Left alone in peace, Don was among many, like
blades of grass as General Avalona once said.
Just around that time, Underwater Station 909 exploded, destroying the
next to last
artery to the Kismet heart.
"That was an amazing sight. I have never seen a large explosion
I could see it clearly when I was flying."
--Commander Lisa Crusta, after the destruction of Underwater Station
Aboard the flagship Cornerian Hope,
General Pepper stood on the Bridge, watching the battle through the large
on the front of the large room. Over half of the Zeram-class ships,
being the victims
of a series of hard pounding from Vermont and Partisan ships, had been
scrap metal, and the Kismet's weapon had been exposed for the most part.
to eliminate all Zeram ships to make a clear road for a Patriot ship to
the Kismet weapon, but he feared that would take too much time.
When he first saw the Kismet up front in battle, he was awe-struck by
it's size, and
was especially horrified when the white glow suddenly threw itself as a
rammed into the C.A.F.D. Sapphire Star,
a Vermont-class ship that became the first one destroyed in the battle.
In the back
of his mind, he wanted to make an ordered retreat, but he knew that was
talking, and repressed it. He must hold on against great odds, or
The Kismet had claimed nine more victims using that weapon. Pepper
the recharging process was an energy drainer, and so it couldn't just
after it fired the shot. Overheating could be a possibility. Whatever
the reason, there were stalls between after the shot was fired and the
beginning of the recharging
process, sometimes as long as ten minutes. Andross was too impatient.
a flaw that was untested, and it could be agitated by faster and more
careless construction. The Cornerians were blessed with this luck, but
their ships continued to fall
victim under the awesome power of the Kismet's weapon. As long that
nothing could stop it.
Another loud explosion, becoming commonplace now, shook the flagship, and
to the floor. One of his assistants rushed over and helped him up.
"That was close
sir! The C.A.F.D. Harrison
had just been destroyed."
"Yes, I saw that. How are the Partisan ships doing on the flanks?"
"Not bad sir. Half of the Harlock ships are dead on the besieged side of
and the Partisan ships, all six of them, are positioned their weapons to
"Good. We must destroy those engines to stall the Kismet completely.
That way, it
won't move that bastard weapon that it has to aim at another ship. Once
move, then all we have to do is get out of the weapon's shot path, and
really foil Admiral Thurman's plans for success."
The assistant nodded, and widened his eyes as he watched the Kismet.
think we better hope for those Partisan ships to disable the engines very
"Why is that?"
"Well sir...the Kismet is moving to aim it's weapon directly to our
Commander Woshive could only guess why the Partisan-class ships were
fighting on the
rear flanks of the Kismet Fleet. That was, until he spotted the ships
engines of Kismet. "Damn.....calling all Squadron commanders! On the
of the Fleet, there are six Partisan ships trying to face the Kismet
engines to enable
themselves to fire all of their shots to disable the engines! I want all
jets to disarm those ships, now!"
His jet engines burning at top speed, he darted pass the clutter of
debris and crossfire,
and checked his nova bomb storage. Only five left. One nova bomb could
of a turret firing ion torpedoes, but Partisan ships are big enough to
of them. And with six ships to take care of, it would be a very big job,
but he was
confident he and his pilots could handle it.
An alarmed pilot broke his concentration. "Commander! StarFox is coming
nine-o-clock! The Justice Cadets are following them as well, along with
Pat looked left and spotted the familiar arwings hurling themselves into
dogfight. He wanted to go against them, especially Fox, but he still
felt a small
sense of panic. "Crap....Black Flood! New objective! Fight down
StarFox and Company!!!"
The ninety remaining Flood-class jets changed direction and prepared to
meet the newcomers
head on, while Pat continued toward the six threatening Partisan ships.
was more important than proving to his former classmate that he's better.
"I'll see you later, Fox!"
"Ah...we have losers coming directly at us!" Falco said as the team of
prepared to face off against several squadrons of forty plus jets.
"Don't call them losers until the game is over, Falco!" Peppy shot
Falco fired his lasers and an Invader-II exploded. "Game's over for that
Ha, ha, ha, ha!!!"
StarFox, Justice Cadets, Katt, Star, and Fara all scrambled in different
firing for all that was worth. An abundant number of Venomian jets fell
their relentless attacks, adding more kills to their lists. Fox, his
not all fully repaired but good enough, plowed through three unlucky
Invaders, and sent
a Flood jet into junk heap. The legendary pilot glanced left and spotted
"Hey Bill! Doing okay?" Fox said as he tailed a Borzoi jet.
Bill responded with a dampened tone. "Not really, Fox! I only have 37%
and I'm nearly exhausted. There seems to be no end to these guys!"
"Hey!" Falco interrupted. "That's my line!"
Fox was confused on why his co-pilot would say that, but didn't respond.
care of things around here. Is Woshive around?"
"He gave me some trouble when he first came, but he still had that
I haven't seen him around lately. He must have gotten over to that
the Kismet Fleet's flank. Good luck, Fox! We sure need your help!"
"When do you guys don't need his help?" Star replied, sarcastic. Bill
remark, and continued on fighting.
"Rob, do you read me?"
"Where is StarWolf?"
"My radar reports four Wolfen-II jets heading this way from the northwest
of the Great
Fox. They will reach here in five minutes."
"Five minutes? They must really be in a hurry. Let me know when they
"Yes sir," the robotic voice answered, and shut down the comlink
Pat didn't want to think of such a possibility, but he might be too late
to stop the
Partisan ships. His very last nova bomb discharged from his jet, and
decimate a turret from the leading Partisan ship, but it wasn't enough.
in disbelief as he saw the six Cornerian ships fire torpedoes from all of
guns into the several powerful engines of the Kismet. Sparkling flashes
from the engines, the ion shots doing their damaging jobs. Like a meteor
the ion torpedoes rained onto the Kismet's rear, and the massive Venomian
heavily from the onslaught. More explosions blew out, then one huge
blinded Pat, and for a dashing moment, he thought he was dead.
When the flash dimmed, Pat saw what used to be the engines, and shook his
disbelief. The massive reddish glow had diminished into a series of
and the Kismet had gone on a standstill. Almost all the engines were
and that was the first huge blow to the Kismet.
Fleet Admiral Thurman was so shaken by the huge tremors caused by the
the rear, that he hung on to the rails on the second floor for dear life,
to fall nineteen feet down. When the tremors ceded, he staggered himself
up, furious. "What the hell had happened here?"
Jameson rushed up to him, horrified. "Admiral! Our engines had
decreased to 9% power!
We can barely move!"
Carl grabbed his hat from the floor, only to throw it down again in
Is the weapon still charging?"
"Yes sir, but the Cornerian ship that we were aiming at is trying to move
out of the
weapon's shot path! If they do that-"
"I know, I know! I would do that if I was the captain of that ship."
"Oh, you mean General Pepper?"
Carl glanced at the lynx slowly, his eyes burning into him.
Is that what you said? Is that what your filthy mouth just spewed
Jameson gulped. "Uh....yes, sir...."
The white German shepherd felt a pain of frustration in his mind.
Crap....if only if I have known that ship just happened to be the
flagship along with
General Pepper, of all people, inside, I would have blown away that hound
"Why....didn't you tell me that before?"
"Um, huh, I just heard about it. I have considered scanning those ships
for the names
of the captains, but why bother?"
On that moment, Carl Thurman's top had exploded. In a fit of extreme
rage, he grabbed
hold of his First Officer's collar, and forced him to lean against the
"You stupid idiot! Whoever recruited you into this position is a
and moron!" Carl spat. "You don't deserve to live!"
With that, he lifted the helpless and screaming lynx over the fence, and
his last screams, Jameson fell nineteen feet down, and collided back
first onto the
first level floor. His spine splintered into several places, and looking
noticed that the lynx's right leg was bent in an impossible way....if he
was still alive.
The Admiral noticed the console officers on the first level looking at
the dead feline,
and then stared up to him. Carl was too intent on the flagship on front
of him though.
"Don't just stand there! Fire the weapon now! Fire!"
One of the officers pleaded, "Not now, sir! It needs to be recharged
"Now, damn it!"
However, a machine like the weapon couldn't fulfill the Admiral's
request. Carl could
only watch as the flagship, with Pepper inside, drifted away in the
it could go, and his hopes for victory was dimming.
A minute later, the weapon fired. Carl's heart jumped as he saw the
hurl itself into the ship. For a moment, it looked as if the shot would
a victory for the great Venom Empire. Carl grinned at that sight.
It missed, just a mile above the flagship. As Carl watch it go pass the
the far distance where it would disintegrate itself, his head shook in
the flagship would never dare to come back in front of the weapon, that
was lost forever. Carl slouched back onto his large chair, and laid a
sweaty palm over
A few moments later, he heard a loud beeping noise from the first level.
he walked over to the rail and called the attention of one of the console
"What is that beeping for?"
The kit fox officer gulped before speaking. "Um.....the shield is
Carl refused to believe him at first. "It's got to be an error."
A flash darted Carl's attention to the front windows. An ion shot had
itself onto one of the wedges surrounding the stake of the weapon. There
green hue. There was no shield. "Oh....God, no....please...no..."
StarWolf and the Sapphire Paladins came into a losing battle, but they
care this time. As hunters, they were intent more on hunting down their
prey; the ones they fought against in Devin.
Wolf found the arwings cluttered among the countless other jets, and
This time, there will no turning back!"
"You always say that you will fight to the death," Pigma retorted. "When
going to be serious about-"
"Shut up!" Wolf barked back and accelerated into the fray. Westly,
wanting to shoot
down Fox also, followed suit. The other Paladins and StarWolf pilots
Cornerian jets, hoping to bring down the odds before having their chance
main pilots. Not scared by their reputations, the Cornerian jets fought
heavy odds, and though they paid a heavy price for it, they managed to
"Hey fellas! They're back!" Slippy piped up, spotting Andrew closing in
for a possible
"Not....again," Fara groaned. "They're so relentless at trying to kill
Fox shook his head. "You have no idea. Alright, you know what to
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, force them into retreat," Falco said blandly. "I
know, I know.
The arch-rivals fought in one of their main battles again, this time amid
and plenty of allies for both sides. Not even thinking about being left
Cornerian and Venomian jets lent a paw, while the starships threw their
one-shot-and-you-go-bye ion lasers. A tantrum of explosions glittered
debris-filled space. Fox screeched
past an all-firing Harlock cruiser, disabling several of the turrets, and
lasers from Wolf tailing him. He was just about to make a somersault
when a laser
struck his canopy.
Fox flinched, and spotted Andrew himself charging right at him.
"Ha, ha, ha!!! I'm going to make a roast out of you, Fox!"
Fox, of course, was unfazed. "Aw, I won't lose against a monkey."
Andrew in response turned up the power of his engines, going faster. To
Fox, it seems
that his strategy was to ram at him. Bad mistake against someone with a
ability. Dodging lasers from both sides, he barrel rolled and swerved
lightly, but kept heading in the same direction. Just a few yards away
from death, Fox suddenly
made a dive, and Wolf followed suit.
Andrew however, had poorer experience in maneuverability. He did dip his
but Wolf's jet was in the way. He tried to bank up, but it was too late.
of his jet crashed against the rear of Wolf's jet, and both went
spiraling off, screaming.
Wolf smacked his head on the side of the canopy, and cursed as he tried
to gain control.
He gripped hold of his control stick, and tried to wiggle himself out of
jam. The battle was a blur to him as he circled in a quick, but slowing,
pace. His engines were almost cut down due to the crash, and already his
shield power was
drained to 29%. After several slow moments, his spiraling slowed till he
In a massive, short-tempered fit, Wolf glanced his single eye in all
to find the jet with Andrew in it. He snarled in anger when he couldn't
and went on searching for his foe, whom was long gone.
Andrew was in worse shape when he gained control of his jet. He suffered
on the head from the turbulence of the wild ride, and his nose was in
real bent shape.
Regaining his senses, he glanced at his status window.
"Damn....19% power on the shields. The left wing gunner is dead,.....and
one is faulty but still alive. Man, Wolf, why must you be so slow! I
you if you were just faster-aaugh!"
A laser startled him. The Catspaw
was behind him, a little beat up but that caused her no concern. "Hey
thought that since you hate Wolf so much, you should've avoided him, not
"Shut up, you catnip-eating freak of nature!"
Andrew had just insulted her feline species and her fur color, and Katt
stand for it. With a fresh sense of intensity, she rained lasers onto
nephew, splattering Wolfen-class debris off the jet, and blue fire burst
the buffeted engines. A loud crack of his jet falling apart dawned
realization onto the
Still alive, Andrew continued to scream through space, attacked again and
the cat behind him. The StarWolf member tried to swerve left, but
he couldn't do it. His steering was gone, and he was heading in a
There was nothing in front of him that would make a quick death out of
Well,.....not exactly. After all, the Kismet itself was about several
right in front of the burning jet. Andrew chuckled deliriously, knowing
was about to be sealed.
With Katt still bursting lasers at him, Andrew whimpered, the sight of
growing and growing as he came closer to the hull of the ship's
flashed by, and soon he was so close to the ship that it covered his
vision. Katt, knowing he was done living in this war-torn galaxy, gave
up and made a U-turn
back onto the fray.
Andrew pressed himself back onto his seat tighter, although that was
was so close that he could see the people across the countless windows,
this doomed pilot with horrified eyes. "UNCLE
Wolf may have failed to see the explosion that killed his co-pilot, but
he heard his
last scream, and chortled. "Stupid moron."
"He was okay,......I guess."
--Pigma Dengar, about his co-pilot Andrew Olkonny
"Well, here we are. Salem Rock," Daniel said as he stepped out of the
Hot, arid wind blasted onto his massive body, and his boots shuffled in
The soldiers behind him filed out, and Venus came out last.
The saluki was built for hot weather, but she was still not used to it.
nice to see you again," she said sarcastically. The five transporters
a quarter mile from the edge of the rock cropping that served as a
the base. The boulders looked like granite, but they were much more
tougher and their
luster were just a tad darker. The ion cannons she requested from the
base were already in place, with three facing each side of Salem Rock.
transporter, used for prisoners, was parked behind the troop
transporters, the pilot
sleeping inside. The four Sand Mobiles were parked in a row next to
Salem Rock itself was a mess. The base was charred from the inside out,
Commander General that the Cornerians may still be inside, but in the
end, they have
won, even if they ended up as prisoners. Two hundred were reported
cooped up inside
that crumbling base, and Venus couldn't see them at all. The only
evidence of them
being there were the eight Cornerian troop transporters in the short
"Well, Venus....what now?"
"Haven't I told you already, Daniel? I want two soldiers handling each
and I want them to open fire all at the same time. The bombers will join
together, we will keep them cooped up inside. This won't be much of a
I got nothing else to do. Might as well waste a bunch of ion shots that
replace. He might whine, but that's his problem, not mine. We might as
this now. I don't see any Cornerians outside, but I know they're around
"General Avalona, sir!" A soldier barked out nearby, looking at another
with a telescope.
"Don't call me sir. What is it?" Venus walked over to him and looked at
In the far distance was a Sand Mobile, coming toward Salem Rock.
"Well, ma'am, there's no markings on it. I can't tell if it's Venomian
"Is there someone coming out?"
The soldier waited for a short while, but then shook his head. "Doesn't
it. What can we do about it?"
"Nothing for now. In that distance, it's no threat to us. Leave it
"Yes, ma'am...." he said, putting away his telescope.
Venus then addressed to her soldiers. "To your places, soldiers! Fire
on my command
The chosen soldiers quickly marched through the sand to the placed ion
Venus watched the base. She spotted one soldier standing just barely
the base, but he quickly went back in, and that was all. All two hundred
ruined base. How long can they resist against her?
A few minutes later, Venus looked up and spotted nine bombers on the sky.
is it," she said, and raised a bullhorn above her head. With a
the signal was given, and all of the ion cannons went off firing.
Salem Rock shook under the tremors of a dozen ion shots colliding against
under it. Blast after blast, the ion shots did their rock, chipping off
outcropping piece by piece. A cloud of dust arose when a loose boulder
tumbled downward onto the sand, splattering the grains like a geyser.
Meanwhile, the soldiers
inside the base hung on, not ready to give up.
Shot after shot fired, and the boulders crumbled under the pounding.
The rain of ion spheres persisted on, not caring about the safety of the
up Cornerians. The bombs dropped onto the base, shattering already
their debris adding to piles of crumbled materials. Several Cornerians
burst out of
hiding, screaming with fire on their uniforms, begging for Death to over
Venus felt a little queasy at that sight, but she would be feeling worse
was a Venomian in trouble.
One half hour of firing went by, and Venus was getting a little bored.
She quit watching
the siege and went back inside her transporter for some privacy.
However, she was
alone briefly when a huge blast made her heart leap. She burst out of
the transporter, wanting to find out what had just happened. There was a
noticeable change on
the outcropping when she got to the observation point. A hole, or
tunnel, had showed
up on the eastern side of the cropping, like it was the entrance to some
"Venus! Look at what we just discovered!" Daniel spurted out, almost in
"That's a mine entrance! You know what that means?"
"Humor me, Daniel."
"We could send some soldiers with bombs and plant them inside that mine.
really cripple the rock foundation!"
"But Venus! The Cornerians are all cooped up inside! If we could just
cannon bombardment, and stop when the soldiers are ten yards away from
then they won't be fired upon. The same pattern goes when they are
on their way back! This is a big chance, here!"
Venus grinned. "God's Will......alright. Five soldiers. Two bombs
each. I want
them in and out in ten minutes."
Daniel saluted and rushed off to relay the command.
Minutes later, Venus spotted the five soldiers running in single file,
sand, toward the mine entrance. When the time was right, the ion cannons
and an eerie silence filled the air as the soldiers dashed inside the
Venus checked her watch, and kept a close watch on the base. A few
minutes went by,
and one of the soldiers, obviously curious of the sudden cease-fire, came
was worried that someone might fire an ion shot at the soldier, and
troops in the mine, but no one did that. That deserved a grin from the
troops may be serving the so-called "Evil Empire", but they could
actually help out
Cornerians, if they were ordered to do so. Luckily, the Cornerian
back inside after a few more minutes.
The five soldiers rushed out of the mine, and soon the pounding of ion
Venus noticed a sense of pride in their faces. They knew that the siege
over soon, and there would be another victory for the Golden Hammer Unit.
"Are the bombs timed?"
Daniel shook his head. "No, they explode by pressing these buttons," he
to a small, palm-size device.
"Alright. Fire the first two, and so on in ten second intervals."
The pair of explosions came as a rumbling muffle, and a cloud of dust
rushed out of
the mine entrance. Boulders fell and crumbled, and several walls of the
down. The next explosions rocked the base, the support beams crashing
down on helpless Cornerians. More and more bombs exploded within the
mine, and finally the rock
cropping crumbled entirely. The base snapped into several places,
and debris out to add the mess.
When the dust cleared, the base was a worthless heap of rubble, and
several of the
Cornerians were hollering out in surrender. The walls that remained
half gone, and riddled with cracks and ion shot holes. Venus whooped out
her last one for Venom. She gave Venom the victory, not Andross. She
would have nothing
more to do with him.
"General!" One of the soldiers yelled. "They have all surrendered!"
"Good. Take all the prisoners you can, even the wounded, and leave the
The soldier saluted and the rounding up of prisoners began shortly after.
was no more.
As the last of the prisoners filed into the Sand Mobiles, Venus stepped
into her private
transporter that she requested from the nearby base. Daniel followed her
"I want a casualty list."
"Fifty Cornerians are killed, and a hundred are wounded."
"And for our side, Daniel?"
The mastiff smiled. "None killed or wounded, Venus. None at all."
"You know, I don't think any general had gotten a casualty list like that
I might be the first one."
Daniel extended his arm. "Congratulations, Commander General Venus
"A pawshake? With you, that won't be enough," she replied, and neared to
to kiss him. The kiss was brief however, for the transporter pilot
through the monitor.
The two lovers sat back in place, both watching the monitor screen.
The pilot sighed. "Okay, the prisoners are now on their way to the base,
troop transporters are already lifting off. Shall we go?"
"Alright. We'll follow them, but only until we get out of orbit. Your
will be Corneria."
The pilot was not a myrmidon, so of course, he objected. "Uh, excuse me?
Did I hear
that right? Corneria?"
"When was the last time you had a hearing test?"
"Several years ago."
"Good. You don't need one for now. You heard me right. Corneria or
The pilot gulped. "Uh.....yes, sir..."
"Good, and don't call me sir."
The monitor blinked off, and the transporter lifted off the sand. Daniel
paw on top of hers delicately. "You know you might be in prison once
a hold of you."
"If that is the case, then I am okay with it. However, if there is a
chance for me
to take charge of a Cornerian military unit, then I will take it."
Soon, the transporter reached space, and instead of the others, it headed
off to a
different direction, toward Corneria.
The battle in space between the Fleets continued to rage on. Pat was
find the Kismet's weapon shield disabled, but right now, his mind was set
arwing in front of him. "Hey Fox! Happy Reunion!"
Not giving his former classmate a chance to respond, he depleted several
his jet, and some of them found their marks on the arwing. Fox shook a
swerved left. Wolf was surprised to see this upstart coming right beside
since he wanted Fox down as well, he was jealous of him.
"Hey! He's mine!"
Pat knew Wolf's reputation, but he was intent on the fighting to fear
ours, is the right thing to say!"
To infuriate Wolf further, Pat steered in front of him, still pouring out
Fox. Wolf didn't bother to fool around with this cheetah. He changed
his lock onto
another jet, and with that jet locked, he fired a homing laser. The
to it's target, and blasted itself onto the engines of Pat's Flood-class
Woshive screamed in terror as flames engulfed him, and his jet exploded
Wolf grumbled. "When I say that he's mine, I meant it."
Meanwhile, Westly was having better luck against Fara than back in Devin.
to stay on her tail for too long, and Fara's jet suffered the
her shield power down to 39%, she decided to call for help.
"Hey fellas! Don't you think it's due time for someone to come over here
this stupid Paladin off my tail?!"
"Sorry Fara," Star answered as she tried to get behind Westly. "I got
caught up back
"Yeah, right-ugh!" Fara groaned as a spark flew onto her face.
Westly whooped as he scored another hit on the arwing. "C'mon! Give up!
Star struck a laser onto his Invader-IV, shattering the left wing. Fox's
him with lasers, and Westly was too distracted to keep tailing Fara. As
him busy, Fara made a quick getaway, and was finally safe. Frustrated by
threat, Westly barrel-rolled as he swerved right, a technique that would
to turn faster. Star's Midnight
, however, was a more advanced jet, and managed to keep up with him.
continuously was extremely unhealthy for the pilot, Westly was forced to
on it, and his jet was struck by another series of lasers as a
"Alright Westly...," Star mumbled quietly. "It's time to finish you
Moments later, Westly looked back at his pursuer, and widened his eyes in
Bursting out of her jet was a nova bomb, and it was darting right at him.
thought went through his mind. Even the best would have to die
A split second later, Amy's squadron had lost another pilot.
Fleet Admiral Thurman didn't bother to sit on his leather throne anymore,
stay on the second floor. Just as soon as he realized the shield's
he went down to the first level of the Command Bridge, and frantically
the console officers near the front panel windows. His eyes glanced at
the Cornerian ships
in front of the Kismet, and noticed two Patriot-class ships facing the
another one alongside the weapon, trying to get itself in front of it.
they were trying to ram the weapon in order to destroy it, and he won't
"C'mon! Can't you recharge it faster?" He demanded, although he had
that question before.
The white dazzling glow from the weapon grew brighter, and finally it
shot out the
comet in the direction of the nearest Cornerian ship. A cloud of
bursting blue flame
spewed out rapidly, and soon there was nothing left of the ship. Carl
usually grinned at that sight, but not now.
"C'mon! Start recharging! Start recharging! There's another ship
coming to ram
Captain Josh Brooklyn of the C.A.F.D.
hoped this plan of finishing off "Andross' Wrath" would work. He had
just saw Captain
Resmana's ship explode in front of the weapon, and he gulped in anxiety.
The C.A.F.D. Fredericksburg
, commanded by Captain Powella, would be the next ship in line to either
or be blasted into scrap, and then after that, it would be Brooklyn's
turn to face
However, although Resmana would go first, he wasn't really meant to be
He was just a deploy, to fool Admiral Thurman to fire on him rather than
ship. If that happens, Brooklyn would pull out his secret weapon, and
weapon while it was still recharging or in a stall mode. The four wedges
the stake eliminated the possibility of striking the weapon from the
side, so he
must attack the pinnacle of the stake. It would still be a close call,
His ship was already attacked brutally from the ion gunners of the
Kismet, but his
engines were still in prime condition, and Josh hoped it would continue
to be that
way. As they passed the glowing white weapon and almost alongside the
heading the other way, the serval captain rested a comforting paw on one
of the console
officers. "How much longer?"
It wasn't a complete sentence, but the officer understood him. "It will
fire in two
"Okay. I think we are far enough in the front of the weapon. All
The officer pressed several buttons. "All stop, sir."
"Shut down the engines."
The command was set into action. "Engines shut down, sir."
The serval nodded. "Okay.....pray."
Carl could hardly believe it. The Patriot ship that had it's back turned
on him had
just turned off it's engines. Why in the world would they do something
There was still the other ship to contend with though. He sweated
feverishly, extremely nervous. He grabbed the shoulder of a working
"When it will fire?"
"One minute, sir."
Carl didn't respond, but released her. He paced some more, mumbling
stress was breaking him down.
"Forty seconds, sir."
Carl halted and watched the Patriot ship hurling itself closer to the
was a race, and Thurman, as a matter of course, wished his weapon
"Weapon fired, sir!"
The Patriot ship was close to the weapon when it exploded under the
of the deadly comet shot. Carl whooped and threw his arms high in the
made it! We made it! Ha, ha, ha, ha!!!"
One of the other officers, whom were paying attention to the last
ship in front of them, did not share Carl's bliss. "Huh, sir....."
"Yes, what now?" Carl asked, calming himself.
"That ship in front of us....it's turning the engines back on...."
Carl glanced at the third Patriot-class ship, and his lower jaw dropped
The Cornerian ship's engines were turning back on, but not the normal
Below the ship was another set of engines, and when those glowed back on,
At their max speed, the unique retro-engines of the Patriot ship
propelled the small
starship in reverse, toward the pinnacle of the weapon's stake. Carl
hat slowly and took it off. He knew that his time to meet Death and go
him had come. As the other officers bustled about in panic, the white
dog remained standing,
feeling hopeless and in despair. Even before the weapon could begin to
the C.A.F.D. Trevadooran
was already just about to collide with the weapon.
"Venom will never recover from this disaster...." Carl mumbled, his last
The Cornerian starship, with all the hopes of Corneria with it, crashed
front of the weapon, and the Kismet began it's quick death. A rumble of
and shattered Venom dreams was heard by everyone in the battle site. The
ship exploded into a huge sphere of engulfing fire, taking the weapon
along with it.
Yard after yard of the Kismet's outer hull were ripped apart from
within, and the
entire ship glowed blue. Without warning, the core demolished itself,
handle the countless power of Cornerian punishment. An oval-shaped cloud
of sapphire mist of
death enveloped the Kismet, and it was so bright that it blinded even the
from the doomed ship. Debris splintered out in chunks as big as
meteorites, crashing into unlucky jets, Cornerian and Venomian. All one
hundred thousand people in
the Kismet were burnt into nothingness, and the battle was very much
In the Vermont-class ship, Cornerian Hope,
General Pepper raised a fist to face level, celebrating victory. The
rest of the
crew erupted in cheer, some of them jumping and hollering, and all had
One of his assistants shook the hound's paw wildly.
"We did it, sir! We did it!"
"Finally! Are the other Venom ships retreating?"
"Yes, sir! I'm proud to say that all of the enemy starships are leaving
including StarWolf and all remaining Venomian squadrons! We won, sir!
General Pepper could only smile in agreement, and shed off a tear of joy
down his face.
Emperor Andross the Great, ruler of the Venomian Empire, laughed in the
Beside him, Caiman was busy with a fillet of catmeal, chuckling with him.
a wonderful joke, your Imperial Majesty! That was sure funny!"
The large maple doors opened, and a fox messenger hurried inside, holding
Andross stopped laughing for now. "What is it?"
"I bring news from the battle between the two Fleets,...Mas-Master
Andross was spooked by the fox's nervousness. "Well? Tell me about
"The battle is over, Master Andross."
Andross' face had grown a grin. "Ah....we won. The Kismet had just
the entire Cornerian Fleet, and I will be crowned as-"
The fox didn't want to interrupted his own master, but he did. "Um, uh,
exactly, um, um, eh,...sir..."
That wiped the grin off Andross' face. "What?"
"The Kismet is destroyed.....sir...."
On that moment, Hell had a voice.
"When I first joined in the Venom military, I had high hopes in living in
universe under Andross. After the Battle of Trevadooran, I hoped that
even as a
Venomian officer, I would be able to live in a society that might try to
me and those like me."
--Major Amy Johnson, Sapphire Paladins
Salem Rock was silent except for one place. That place was in a corner
of a demolished
room, when under a small pile of rubble, General Olsen stuck his paw out
himself out. Since he was the most important person in the base, the
hid him while the siege was underway, and when they surrender, they lied
to the Venomians
that Olsen had died. So, the cat was all alone when he tried to force
his way out.
Well, not exactly alone, as the general would find out.
As he stood up and brushed off chips of rubble off his ruined uniform, he
behind him. He turned to find a female caracal nearby, her yellow eyes
his soul, and that spooked him.
"Who...who are you?"
The caracal only said one word. "Muerte."
Greg could only look at her puzzlingly. "What did you say? Is that your
Well, at least she understands me.
"Oh. Could you help me here? I need to get out here."
Shivan's lips curled up in an evil grin. "It depends. Where do you need
to get out
of? Here or life?"
The general gasped in horror when he spotted the scythe-knife that she
had just pulled
out. "Please! Don't...don't kill me!" He pleaded, stumbling back in
Shivan seemed calm, and her knife shone under the sun. "Sabes que
pienso? Odio a
los gatos. Realmente."
The cat didn't understand her, but he didn't want to know. He stumbled
in a frantic moment, glanced away from her and shuffled through the
to find a weapon. Bad mistake.
He was suddenly grabbed by the back of his collar, and was pulled up. He
up close, and saw the real evil in her eyes.
General Olsen gasped in pain as the knife stabbed into his stomach, and
out in generous streams. His mouth opened to utter a scream, and as
him, he stumbled back again, his paws bloody from pressing against the
Shivan held her knife close to her face and calmly licked a small dash of
the knife, which was her way of invoking more fear into the victim. She
her tongue a lighter red from the drink. "El dolor es benéfico
para una cosa. Te
dice que aún sigues vivo."
General Olsen tried to stagger up, but gave up and crawled on all fours,
in pain and leaving a trail of crimson liquid. Shivan serenely walked to
him, enjoying the show. "No vales nada. Tu y el resto de las especies
Finally, the fatally wounded cat plopped himself onto the dusty rubble,
face up. He glanced at the assassin in front of him. "Are...you
Shivan smiled, and only she could make a smile that evil. "Si....."
The General went limp, still breathing. Shivan knelt beside him, and
pulled her arm
back, the dripping knife aiming downward. One stab to the heart finished
with one last breath, General Olsen died. Shivan stabbed him again
and then stood up.
She spat him on the face, another trademark move. "Adios."
As the last remaining ships and jets of the defunct Kismet Fleet limped
back to Venom,
Major Nedra Benson found her last surviving co-Paladin nursing a small
glass of scotch
in one of the bars in Venom HQ. The snow leopard was dispirited, and her
eyes shone darker than normal. Sitting beside her was an equally somber
holding a tall glass of red wine, but never drinking it.
Nedra pulled up a chair and sat with them. "I have the casualty reports,
if you want
to hear it."
Amy Johnson didn't reply, still staring at her scotch. Nedra shrugged
"Commander Tana is dead, and so have Commander Woshive and General
General Avalona is captured, but there are rumors around that she
herself in. All pilots of the Conquest Squadron managed to survive,
thirty pilots from the Black Flood remains. All of the Zeram ships in
Fleet were destroyed, and from the twenty Harlock ships, only nine
Dorisby cruisers destroyed. There are also-"
Leon held up a claw to halt her, but his eyes didn't look up to see her.
Nedra paused, and gave them a moment of silence. "What are we going to
do now? Venom's
future lies on the Kismet. With that gone..."
"What can we do?" Amy mumbled. "We could resist, but that would take
We could surrender, but if we do so, then we would have fought for over
in this war, only to find out that we were destined to lose. Well, I'm
won't give up now. We will fight until Corneria had gained possession of
of ground here, even if it wasn't worth it anymore. Andrew is
is killed....I don't know how we can get out of this hole that we dug
She then let go of her drink and covered her face with both her paws.
"I'm so tired...just
"Is that the last of them?" A doctor said as his medical team finished
the dead in Forest Echo.
General Poland nodded. "Yes. That's all. Thank you, Doctor. You can
The doctor nodded and stepped into the medical transporter. The collie
at the portable view screen, shaking his head. "Three thousand of my
"Uh, excuse me, sir?"
General Poland turned around, and faced a battle-tired jackal. He was
at the minimum age for drafting. "Yes?"
"Private Allen Barnestien. I'm here to report that we are ready to go
General Poland smiled. He wanted to hear that all day. "Good...good.
He was about to leave when Allen spoke again. "Sir?"
"When is this war going to be over?"
Edward was the wrong person to ask that question to, but Allen was too
tired to think
about that. "Soon, Private. Soon."
The jackal nodded, and breathed out a heavy sigh. "I hope so, sir. I
And so ends the Battle of Trevadooran, named after the Patriot-class ship
itself to shatter Andross' dream of total conquest forever. Never again
Venomians attack Cornerian-held space. The war would continue to drag
on, but they would always be on the defensive.
Over half a million people died in this battle. 340,000 people estimated
lives cut short serving their emperor, and 250,000 estimated had died
will to conquer. A vast number of them were the crew members of the huge
starships that were battling it out in space near Sector X.
Allen Barnestien finally managed to survive through the war, and came
home. He married
his girlfriend several years later, and his brother was buried in their
Every so often, Allen would drop by and visit Don's grave, and spend his
silent moments with his brother.
Travis Neal continued his spying ways throughout the remainder of the
peacetime, he dropped by Shoshont's hut in Titania, and even though she
remember him, they eventually became friends. Travis sent her packing
from her poverty-stricken house, and she moved into his Corneria City
The reason why I have decided to tell you about the future of these two
they will not be mentioned in any of my future stories again. Unless
they were back
through popular demand.