Starfox: A Forgotten People | By : elegyenigma Category: +S through Z > Star Fox Adventures Views: 7375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ok, I’m back, all.
Sorry about the delay in this next chapter. Cripes, man, I need to start sleeping more, this insomnia is ruining my creativity like a bitchy
girlfriend. >_<
On the happier side of this, I now have about 5 reviews for
this story, and so far all votes have been 5’s.
^_^ This
makes me happy. So now, I make you happy
with an update, yes?
To clear up confusion, I modified the second chapter so it
makes it so Krystal WAS in her own arwing. Sorry about any confusion that caused. n_n;
In the last chapter, the sex scene MAY have thrown things
off a bit; however, it was necessary for later in the story. Maybe not the entire sex scene, but I have to
do something to keep you guys from getting bored. Next sex scene may be a ways off. o_o Sorry, but that’s
kinda just how it goes. I don’t want
this to be like every other fanfic on this site. But then again, I’m an on-the-fly writer, so…
So let’s see…
Ah yes, to the story.
Disclaimer: Take your disclaimers and SHOVE IT! You already know what I do and don’t own
since I already put it all in the open before, now go away.
Leila left a little
while afterwards, still blushing. When
she returned about an hour later, Krystal was already conscious and chatting
with Fox. When the human came into the
room again, still looking VERY distracted, Krystal
stared in astonishment.
“…A human?”
Fox turned his head
a bit to look at her. “You know about
them?”
“Yes…my people had
contact with them before…they used to trade with us a lot…” she said quietly,
gazing at Leila for a moment.
Fox nodded quietly,
deciding not to inquire to her about what Enigma had told him, watching as
Leila absentmindedly glanced at some of the screens around the room. Fox smirked.
“So…what’s got you
all befuddled?” Leila jumped and looked
at him, stammering a rapid-thinking lie.
“Uh…nothing, I just…”
“Want Enigma to bang
you like a minx.” Leila blushed and
laughed, turning away a little.
“…Well…”
Fox shrugged. “He your boyfriend, husband…?”
Leila was still
laughing, and it took her a few minutes to finally compose herself, though she
was still blushing a bright red, which clashed with
her platinum colored hair.
“Umm, heheheheh, well, not really, no…we’ve been exchanging
glances and flirts and the like for about two months, though neither of us dare
to try anything because the military doesn’t allow relationships between active-duty
personnel…”
Fox nodded a
bit. The same went for the Cornerian
Military, from what he knew of it himself.
“So, let’s move past this topic, hm? When are me and her going to be thrown into
the detention blocks?” Leila had been
glancing around the room at the monitors to avert her eyes, embarrassed Fox had
nailed it right on the head. At his
question, she blinked and looked at him, as if puzzled by it. “Detention blocks? …No, you are to remain in here until whenever
the higher-ups say otherwise, and that’s all I know.” Fox nodded as Krystal turned her head to look
at Leila.
“So…can you release
us from these restraining tables, then?
They are comfortable, yes, but I would like to move about a bit…”
Leila thought a
moment, then nodded with a shrug. “You’re unarmed and there are armed guards
around the ship and surveillance in the room…I see no reason why
not.” The curvy red-lover went over and
typed a code into a small panel on the side of their adjoining restraining
beds. The metal restraints hissed and
then opened. Fox and Krystal both sat
up, rubbing their wrists. Padded though
the restraints may have been, they had tightened a bit too much and had
slightly slowed the blood flow to their hands.
Krystal smiled at Leila as she stood up.
“Thank you.”
“Yup,” replied
Leila’s absentmindedly as she moved away from the beds, sitting at the computer
station and typing some more things in.
Fox watched her a moment, then moved over to Krystal, lowering his voice
so Leila could not hear him.
“This seems a little
odd…”
“I know what you
mean…first they’re cloaked, then they capture us, lock us up…and now she just
releases us without even much of a second thought…” Krystal replied, stealing a
glance at the human.
Fox nodded, looking
at Leila, then back at Krystal. “Well,
we’re kind of in their clutches now, no matter what, and I’m going to have to
believe that she wasn’t lying about the guards or the surveillance. I just hope Falco and the rest don’t trace
our path and come following after…for all I know, these…humans, might’ve just
captured us for experimentation or observation, and they might just wipe them
out…”
Krystal smiled
wryly. “Falco would kill you if he found
out you ever believed someone could surpass him in a dogfight,” she said,
sitting up onto the table, her chest now level with Fox’s head and bending
forward slightly. She smiled
slightly. “You know, Fox…we could be
facing the end our lives, here…”
Fox watched her a
moment, smiling a little. He knew what
she was trying to do…she’d been doing it ever since they’d actually officially
gotten acquainted. And she had a lot of
ways of doing that, too. Her breasts
were…large, to say the least, she had a really curvy rear, perfect facial
features, a generally excellent form, and that voice of hers could melt Cantilium, the hardest metal known to Cornerians. And from their brief physical contact
moments, her fur was most pleasingly soft.
And to top it all off, she was sweet, caring…and telepathic. As such, she didn’t even need to wait for his
response. She tilted her head to the
side, smile fading a little.
“You know, you can’t
waste all your life pining over one single girl…she left you, after all.”
Fox sighed…here came
the discussion he always lost, yet it never stopped him from doing what she
just said he shouldn’t. “I know…it’s
just, I trusted Fara.
And I don’t want to have my trust ruined again.”
“Yet if you don’t
even bother taking a chance, you’ll just live out life constantly fretting
about one instance. …And right now, for
all we know, life could be nearing a really abrupt end…”
Fox’s eyebrows
furrowed a little and he glanced away.
Dammit, she was always right…why did he never take the opportunity? It was right here in front of him…total
perfection, mutual caring…and the prospect of either total imprisonment or
death was not seeming like such a remote possibility right now…
“Krystal…I’m sorry,
I just…I can’t…not now…”
Krystal watched him
silently, then nodded, closing her eyes…those
beautiful green eyes…and shrugged. “And therefore…not ever.”
Fox said nothing,
avoiding her gaze as she slid off the table and moved off to the other side of
the room, tail sliding along the floor.
Through this, Leila
just watched over the top of the computer-like device on the desk. She made a quick note in the observation
report, “subjects express emotions apparently in complete and total parallel to
humans, further observation is required for conclusive
evidence.” Then she sent the report file
to the Scientific Manager, who was also on the ship. The SM, a scientific genius by the name of
Daniel Hurowitz, was a medium-sized man of 37. He had long been hitting on Leila, but the
Biologist had turned down his every advance, despite his constantly increasing
persistence. She was going to have to
give him the ‘threat’…but he would get over it soon enough. Leila wasn’t the only girl he was interested
in. She made a copy of the report, then sent it to Trillia Cattorney,
who was her superior as far as the scientific “caste” system went. Trillia was 36,
looked 15 years younger, and had a rack that had many guys constantly hitting
on her during their off-hours at the end of their shifts. The brown-haired temptress was also about as
interested in them as she was in everything besides her work; just a notch
above not-at-all. She’d had her flings
here and there, but Trillia’s life was for her work.
Leila was, more or
less, her assistant. Due to their equal
desirability and the fact they worked together, a lot of rumors moved around
the groups of people that knew of them, none of them true. Leila saved the report for possible use later
and clicked off the computer, standing up and moving out of the room into the
next one, an observation room for the one she’d just been in. A one-way holographic projection made it seem
like the room was made of four white painted walls, when in fact, one of those
walls was sound-proof glass. Leila
turned on the microphones, then sat back, turning on a
computer next to her to record everything they said. It felt like eavesdropping…but this was her
job. Then again, her job had never
before involved listening in on conversations between two sentient beings…but
science didn’t have morals, it didn’t have beliefs…it just had one
purpose: to gather data. And that was what she was doing.
The fleet slowly
pushed forward through space. In the
midst of the vast array of battleships, cruisers, carriers, destroys,
self-propelled maintenance docks, and the swarm of patrolling fighters and
drones was a massive ship that dominated the second largest ship in size by ten
times. It was ovular in appearance,
though it wasn’t a smooth-appearing ship, some of the edges curved but most
angled, with eight massive main engines at the back and another fourteen all
along its upper, lower, and along-sides.
Laser and plasma turrets bristled from every surface, and all along the
sides were small, sealed holes ports, which housed the 2,000 missile and
torpedo tubes. There were no shield
generators in sight, since the generators themselves were located right next to
the engine room. Projection “wires”
raced all through the ship in the walls, allowing the ship to be shielded over
every surface if the outer armored shell was breached, which was unlikely. A giga-strength
metal called Myritichalinum was the ship’s choice of
armor. Laser energy was significantly
diminished when it connected with the armor, due to the light-absorbing
properties it wielded. Because of this
unusual aspect, the ship looked as black as the void of space. The ship had two names…a nickname, and its
official name. Officially it was named
the Final Enigma, but it’s nickname was Blackbone. Its nickname was a play on words, since it
was the backbone of the fleet. And the
fact the fleet admiral’s name was Enigma was completely coincidental. And as he stood on the bridge of the most
powerful ship in the galaxy, he smiled as he thought of that coincidence. Everything
happens for a reason, he thought to himself, his mind going to the battle
at Cerinia. Everything.
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