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Scratch my previous ship, just got a new one:

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Sovereign-class Super Star Destroyer REFIT

////Name\\\\
Dragon's Rage

////Armaments\\\\
x1 Axial Superlaser
x500 Heavy Twin Kadgeron Disruptor Cannons
x287 Kadgeron Phaser Banks
x287 Kadgeron Torpedo Bays (Photon, Quantum, Gravimetric, Kadgeron Plasma)
x150 Directed Ion Cannon Batteries

////Defenses\\\\
Multiple Overlapping Kadgeron/Particle Shields

////Size\\\\
15.5 Km

////Systems\\\\
x100 Tractor beam emitters
x5 Gravity Well Projectors
x30 Transporters

////Crew\\\\
x5,000 Gunners
x610,000 Naval Personnel (Romulan, Cardassian, Dragonarian, Kemorainian)
x500,000 Marines (Sangheili, Human, Klingon, Reman, Mandalorian)
x300,000 Commando Droids
x1,700 Pilots

////Fighter Compliment\\\\
x20 Longsword REFIT squadrons
x20 Seraph REFIT squadrons
x20 TIE Defender Squadrons
x30 Basilisk War Droid Squadrons
x30 Skipray Blastboat squadrons
x30 StealthX Squadrons
x40 K-Wing Squadrons
x40 TIE Avenger squadrons
x40 XG1 Star Wing Assault Gunboat Squadrons
x500 Regular Incursion Drones
x500 Pilot-assissted Incursion Drones

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Okay, I don't have much time to do this, so I'll just copy & paste the profile from FR.

////Kyle Indari\\\\

Name: Kyle Indari

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Height: 6' 5"

Weight: 168 lbs

Eye Color: Sapphire-blue Dragon Eyes

Species: Cerinian/Dragon-Shifter

Hair Description: Short, Military-Style

Fur Color/Fur Pattern: Blue fur, multiple bald spots where scars are seen

Vocal Description: deep, raspy, and gruff

Body Description: Slim, but Muscular

Attire/Appearance: Wears a Dragonarian Multi-Adaptive, Self-Regenerating Ablative (MASRA) Armor practically everywhere, which is decorated with many campaign medals and has three golden stars on his shoulders, indicating his rank prior to discharge from the Dragonarian Foreign Military. When on a hunt, he wears a customized set of Yaut'ja armor he made himself, which includes an infiltrator-grade Personal Cloaking Device (PCD) and extremely sharp wrist blades. Armed with a multitude of weapons, but often uses AR635A2 Multi-Purpose Assault Rifle (the gun in my sig), Modified Klingon Disruptor, and dual trophy Lightsabers (One Blue, the other Red).

Family: None (all dead)

Occupation: Commanding Officer of the Vengeance-class Reman Warbird, the Hellhound Marauder

Good/Bad: He goes either way

Theme Song: Linkin Park - When They Come For Me

Birthplace: Cerinia

Current Location/Residence: Has no residence, apart from his personal quarters on the Hellhound Marauder

Training/Specialties/Skills: Is well-versed in Xenobiology (medic), Computer Counterintelligence (hacker), Special Operations (Special/Covert Ops), Heavy Weapons/explosives, and a tactical genius.

Special Markings: Aforementioned scars all over his body, the ones most often seen are the ones on his face (one over each eye, one over his right lip, another over the left side of his muzzle, and a bullet scar on his forehead).

Personality: Typically reclusive when not on his ship. Doesn't speak unless spoken to or he needs info from someone,

Other info: Once a paranoid psychopath, then a member of team Star Dragon, and then a general in the war for his own people - Dragon-Shifters - Kyle has been to hell and back a dozen times over. As a seasoned veteran in both starship combat and surface engagements, Kyle was a natural choice to lead the war between Dragon-Shifters and the Kazon Alliance in Universe 03-Charlie. He is quiet, reserved, and reclusive, but doesn't let that stand in his way when exploring new systems in his ship, the Vengeance-class Reman Warbird, the Hellhound Marauder. As a veteran of the three Kemoran wars, Kyle is haunted by memories of the wars he fought in. The memories that haunt him the most, however, are those of his home world - Cerinia. Though no one knows how, Kyle was down planetside when the Necromyans glassed Cerinia. He was found two years later by the Dragonarians, where he fought in the Kemoran wars, then spent time with the Yaut'ja, where he learned more skills. After his tribe had been killed by a Kemorainian attack, Kyle decided he'd been hiding long enough. He spent a few years working with Team Star Dragon, before an unfortunate event - the death of his wife and son - forced his resignation. He went on a cross-galaxy rampage, eventually identifying the Kazon Alliance as the threat to Dragon-Shifters all across the many 'verses of the galaxy. He eventually destroyed them in a great war that destroyed the Kazon Alliance, thus securing that 'verse as the Dragon-Shifters' domain. Unwilling to lay aside his weapons, he still serves as Commander-in-chief of the Dragon-Shifters' military.


//// Hellhound Marauder \\\\
Ship Name: Hellhound Marauder

Ship class: Vengeance-class Reman Warbird (Think the Scimitar three times as large)

Ship Power system: Dual Quantum Singularity reactors

Ship Armament: x16 Klingon-Kadgeron Disruptors, x16 Reman-Kadgeron Disruptors, x8 Heavy Kadgeron Plasma Lances, x45 Dragonarian-Kadgeron Disruptors, x2 Integragted Species 8472 Bio-Pulse Beam emitters, x30 Torpedo launchers (Fires Kadgeron, Quantum, Poleron, Transphasic, and Thaleron torpedoes), x1 Tri-Barreled Kadgeron Mass Driver Imbedded in the nose, x12 Romulan-Kadgeron Disruptor banks.

Ship shields: Primary Void Shields, Secondary Kadgeron Shields, Starship-mounted Multi-Adaptive Self-Regenerating Ablative (MASRA) Armor.

Fighter Compliment: None

Crew Compliment: x1200 Klingon, Romulan and Reman Naval Personnel, x800 Klingon and Reman Marines.

Special Weapons/Items: Thousands of drones stored in the Hangar that, when active, use a highly-modified version of the Incursion Technology to make themselves into different warships. These drones are commonly called "Incursion Drones."

POST SOMETHIN!'
... my brain hurts...

... my head hurts...

... *head explodes*

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I guess the numerous Kadgeron weapons on the Hellhound Marauder would only add to the massive pwnage...

... I didn't think Babylon 5 was *that* bad. But no matter.

What are you Jamming out to?
At the moment... this:

[utube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtucBlFWvkg[/utube]

Skip ahead to 3:09 to hear what I'm listening to right now.

Star Fox - Marauder II
Thanks! Anyhow, here's chapter two...

Chapter Two

To say that Fox was shocked at what he did on the Ferris Wheel would be an understatement. Fox was completely taken aback. He had never done anything like that. Something was amiss, he could feel it. Such power like what Fox had displayed could only be used like he used them with years of practice. He had done by instinct what takes years for others to even discover, let alone master. Now that this power had begun to manifest itself, could Fox safely ignore it? The team was in agreement – seek Kyle’s council.

But Kyle was just as stumped as Fox.

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” Fox asked.

“Unfortunately, no,” Kyle admitted. “Power such as what you used comes only from bloodlines – and I know nothing of mine nor yours.”

Fox nodded thoughtfully. “Do you think... this has something to do with the note we got with the Lightsabers?”

“You imply that whoever wrote the note spoke the truth – that we are, in some way, related,” Kyle surmised.

“Could it be possible?” Fox asked.

“I would normally think not,” Kyle stated, “But given the events that transpired, I am beginning to think that perhaps it is possible, though I can’t imagine how.”

“Is there some way we could confirm this?” Fox inquired.

“None that I can think of at this moment,” Kyle confessed, “but I’d be willing to bet that we can find at least some answers at the spatial coordinates that were on the back of that note.”

“Can the computer on your JX70 analyze it?” Fox queried.

“Let’s find out,” Kyle replied. He and Fox headed to the Great Fox, to the starboard hangar bay where Kyle’s JX70 was kept. Kyle inputted the coordinates on the note, and it gave them...

… an area of space with nothing in it. Strange.

“Why give us coordinates to the middle of nowhere?” Fox grumbled. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“It’s not supposed to,” Kyle remarked. “That particular area is uncharted. Intentionally.”

“What do you mean?” Fox asked.

“Take a look at this,” Kyle answered, zooming the view out. “The area around the target coordinates was deemed a class-five hazard zone. There’s a way through it, but it’s dangerous. Small enough to fit just this JX70, but that’s it – if we go there, we would go there alone.”

“Meaning if there is anything at those coordinates, and it tries to take a swipe at us, we’re screwed without support,” Fox surmised. “Then why deem the surrounding area a class-five hazard zone? Why not the whole sector?”

“That area of space lies not even three light-years from Venom,” Kyle explained. “My guess is that there’s something inside that area that neither the Venomian Empire nor the Cornerian Federation wants known. After all, half of writing history is hiding the truth.”

“Can’t imagine what General Pepper would try to hide there,” Fox commented. “But I suppose that – given what transpired today – it’s worth taking a look.”

“Yeah,” Kyle agreed. “But I would recommend keeping the Great Fox nearby in case we need a bit of extra firepower.”

“Right,” Fox said. “Falco, as soon as everyone is on board, set a course for the following coordinates, engage at your discretion.”

Fox sent Falco a set of coordinates that lay just outside the hazard zone. Soon enough, everyone had boarded, and the Sangheili Gunship Great Fox II retracted it’s gravity lift, ascended through the atmosphere of Corneria, and went into slipspace.

“I really hope you know what you’re doing, Kyle,” Fox commented.

“So do I,” Kyle admitted. “I have a wife to look after.”

“We both do,” Fox corrected.

* * *

The Great Fox dropped out of slipspace at the designated coordinates – but something was wrong. The area beyond looked nothing like the severe conditions of a class-five hazard zone. In fact, the area that Kyle and Fox were trying to reach had an M-class planet, and a clear path to it more than large enough for the Great Fox.

So why, then, was the planet not in the astrogation charts and the surrounding area deemed a class-five hazard zone? Nothing made sense. The Great Fox settled into orbit above the planet, and Kyle and Fox geared up for whatever was down there. Though they doubted anything serious was down there, they had their lightsabers on-hand, plus armor in case they needed it.

“What’s the environment looking like down there, Slippy?” Fox asked over the intercom.

“O2 levels check... pressure... everything looks normal. If there’s anything wrong, the scanner’s not reading it,” Slippy said from the bridge.

“But something’s going on down there,” Panther added. “I’ve no idea what – it barely registers on the sensors. I’m not picking up any life down there – but watch your backs. Something is alive down planetside.”

“We’ll stay in contact,” Fox said.

“Well, there’s a structure that might be a good place to start looking for clues regarding Fox’s... ‘incident,’” Slippy said, “But I can’t promise the signal will hold if you get too deep, though.”

“I don’t need to tell either of you to watch yourselves out there,” Fara warned.

Fox smiled. “Hardly,” he affirmed.

The intercom cut off as Kyle asked, “You ready for this?”

“No,” Fox replied.

“Good,” Kyle stated, “Neither am I.” The two jumped into the JX70 and shut the hatch. The Advanced Assault Fighter powered up, lifted off the deck, and shot out of the hangar. The JX70 righted itself, heading to the structure that Slippy mentioned. As the ship descended through the atmosphere, the structure could be seen in the distance. It was squat, ominous and shaped like the letter A with a flat top. It was also imbedded in a rock face that shot up for nearly half a kilometer, surrounded by a fog-and-foliage canopy that prevented a direct landing.

“Wow,” Fox commented. “Real garden spot, huh?”

“I can think of worse places,” Kyle replied. He brought the JX70 in for a landing, and touched down in a clearing just south of the structure. The two comrades exited the JX70, and started toward the structure. Vegetation, good and rotten, squished underneath their boots as they strode toward the structure with lightsabers in hand. Vines, new and old, tugged at their arms and legs, and it felt as though the planet itself wanted to keep Fox and Kyle out of the tomb-like structure in the distance.

“Tell me I’m not the only one getting a bad feeling about this,” Kyle whispered to Fox.

“Well, believe it or not,” Fox answered, “I feel it too. But we have to press on.”

“Alright,” Kyle said, “But I know I’m gonna regret this.”

The two-man team continued inside the structure, where it ended in a dead end with a lift in the center. With nowhere left to go, Kyle and Fox descended down the lift, and found themselves in a massive, circular room. Dimly-lit, but there was enough light to see the exit from the room. Fox and Kyle moved through the exit, and came out on the upper level of a square room, with a light bridge connecting one side of the upper level to the other. Directly below that was a trough-like depression that split the room in two. The room itself was two or three stories high, and made Kyle and Fox feel small.

The two comrades started to cross the bridge when a disembodied voice called out to them, “So... you two found each other.” Fox knew this voice well.

It was James.

“Father?” Fox asked.

“Yes... It is I,” James affirmed. “And I see you have found the elusive Kyle.”

“Elusive--?” Kyle asked. “Who the hell are you? And how do you know who I am?”

“Follow my voice... to the heart of my tomb... we have much to discuss...” James’ voice said.

Though Kyle was confounded, Fox walked as though he were in a trance. He guided an increasingly worried and suspicious Kyle through a series of eerily-silent halls, empty rooms and finally, to a burial chamber.

“It has been so long since I saw you in person, my son,” James said. “And it is good to see that you finally got what I had left for you.”

Kyle frowned. “You sent them?” he asked incredulously. “I find that hard to believe.”

“I know you would,” James stated. There was a shimmer, and a blue spirit of James could be seen approaching Kyle. “You never knew me. Never knew your mother.”

“I was created in a genetic lab,” Kyle said. “I have no mother or father.”

Raised in a genetic lab,” James corrected. “Your mother was a fine woman, but she died after you were born, and you were stolen from me shortly afterward.”

“Hold on a second,” Fox said. “Are you saying that--”

“I am,” James interrupted. “Fox... my son... Kyle is your brother.”

Kyle and Fox cast shocked looks to one another. They were brothers...?

“I know it is not an easy thing to accept,” James said, now approaching Fox. “Kyle was stolen from me shortly before I met your mother, Fox.”

“So... the man I have though of as my superior officer... is really... my brother?” Kyle said, taken aback by this. “And you... are my father?!”

“It is not an easy thing to explain,” James said, trying to calm Kyle. “And I am sorry for never being around for you. Had I known you were alive, I would have--”

“James,” Kyle interrupted, “That’s not what I’m getting at; I am a dragon-shifter. If I was raised in a genetic lab, and I got my power from you or someone in your family, then...” he looked to Fox.

Fox frowned, then got the implication. “The incident at the carnival,” Fox surmised. “Would that mean...?”

“It may come as a surprise to you, son,” James explained, “That after you took Kyle onto your team, your own powers had begun to awaken.”

“The blood of the dragon is always hot in the presence of another of the same bloodline,” Kyle said. “When you took me in, you awakened your own dragon-shifter powers.”

“But... that was three years ago,” Fox countered. “Why now?”

“Because you have lived without each other for so long,” James explained. “It took time for the unconscious minds of your respective powers to become aware of each other. Like water boiling on a stove, it takes time to reach the boiling point.”

“Then this means that...” Fox continued, the revelation dawning, “... that I, too, am a... a dragon-shifter.”

“I wish there was an easy way to say it, my sons,” James said. “But know that I am extremely proud of both of you. You have done many great things, even as I watched from above. But before you go, I must pass a warning: tread carefully. In my slumber, I have seen many visions of the future. Dark forces gather on the horizon – you two are all that stands in their way.”

Before either of them could ask who or what James spoke of, he disappeared. This news shook both Kyle and Fox. It changed everything. It also explained a lot. Fox’s skills, his cool demeanor under pressure, his level-headed methods under fire – and now, how he relates to Kyle, how they seem to know so much, how they adapt so fast... this was a serious game-changer.

As Kyle and Fox exited James’ tomb, Fara’s voice came over the channel. “About time you two got out. Your signal disappeared after you disappeared inside the structure,” she said.

“Kyle, did you and Fox find out anything?” Krystal asked.

Kyle was silent. Fox had to speak for him. “It’s a long story, Krystal. Just gather everyone onto the bridge – Kyle and I need to tell you all something.”

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Dec 12 2011, 09:06 PM
Oh, I read the backstory, and if the Minbari fought any faction from Star Trek, they would have their asses handed to them on a silver platter. The only B5 factions that could stand any chance against the Alpha Quadrant powers would be the Vorlons and Shadows, and even then, they'd be in for a rough ride.
Oh, rly? Man, glad I have a Vengeance-class Reman Warbird, then ;)

Radigal, would you like me to post specs on Kyle Indari and the Hellhound Marauder, just for the purpose of this thread?

--Star_Dragon

Star Fox - Marauder II
I've not much to say, so here's Star Fox - Marauder II...

Star Fox:
Marauder II
Wrath of the Dragon Wraith

Prologue

With the initial preparations out of the way, Star Fox celebrated it’s latest victory. During the celebration, Kyle wandered away from the group to stare into the Saurian moonlit sky. Krystal noticed, and walked over to him.

“Baby, is everything alright?” she asked.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” Kyle responded. “Just thinking past all this.”

“What do you mean?” Krystal inquired.

Kyle sighed. “This isn’t the end, you know – our adventures don’t end here,” Kyle explained. “There will be other threats like Tondam – others who will want to destroy us.”

“Then we will face them as we always have,” Krystal said softly. “I’d rather face them with you than without you.”

“I know,” Kyle murmured. “As long as I have you, I will never--”

Krystal grabbed Kyle’s muzzle and silenced him. With a smile, she asked, “Anyone ever tell you you talk too much?”

Kyle chuckled, leaning over and meeting Krystal’s lips with his own. They kissed, the Dragon-shifter husband and the Cerinian wife, as the Star Fox Team rejoiced...

… That was three years ago. Kyle’s powers, after marrying Krystal, calming his rage and coming to terms with his troubled past, have expanded. The bond between them was strong – when one of them grew in power, so did the other. Like Fox and Fara, they loved each other with a passion few could understand.

The dark lord known as Makron was executed months ago, much to the relief of Kyle. With no new threat presenting itself, Star Fox went on shore leave to Corneria. In an odd twist of fate, Kyle and Fox both received two lightsabers in the mail, sender unknown, leaving only a note that read, “To Fox and Kyle: These belonged to my collection before my life was stolen – it seems fitting that, since you two are my only others, they be given to you.” On the back of the note was a series of spatial coordinates.

Though confused at the message, Kyle and Fox went on with the vacation with their wives and comrades. Little did they realize, dark forces gather on the horizon. Old hatreds still linger, old mysteries remain unsolved, and a new enemy will rise against the galaxy to carry on the ancient battle of good and evil...

Chapter One

After a long day, Krystal and Kyle were ready to call it in. After countless roller coaster rides at the local carnival, numerous pictures taken in a booth, a good lunch and a series of snacks, and after all that, a lovely dinner followed by a rather memorable time under a tree watching the Cornerian sunset, the couple were ready to call it a day. Kyle flipped through the holovision channels, while Krystal got into a night gown. Even as Kyle did so, his face told something else. He felt something. While Krystal had powers of her own that could be considered Force-sensitive, it was, in her humble opinion and contrary to what her husband thought, nothing close to Kyle’s command of his own beyond-borderline Force-sensitive powers. Perhaps they weren’t Jedi, but she was sure that they would be considered as such, with the way their powers grew by the day.

Strange enough that Kyle and Fox had received lightsabers in the mail, with the sender unknown and leaving a single cryptic message and a series of spatial coordinates, and now, it seemed stranger that, even in the middle of the vacation, Kyle was looking a bit... disturbed.

Deciding to confront him about it, Krystal sat down next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder and asking, “Baby, are you alright?”

Kyle sighed. He tried to smile, but couldn’t hide his anxiety. “I’m not sure,” he responded. “I just... feel odd. Strange.”

“You mean suspicious and paranoid?” Krystal corrected her husband with a smile.

Kyle smiled and chuckled. “You know me too well,” he said. Krystal kissed him, then replied,

“Better to know you too well than not well enough.” With a sigh, she asked, “What’s bothering you?”

Kyle looked down at the floor, then back at Krystal. “Someone sent those lightsabers,” Kyle explained, “And I want to know who and why. They referred to Fox and I as though we were... related in some way I’ve yet to discover. Fox knew his parents – I was created in a genetic lab. We come from two different places in the Galaxy. He was born on Corneria, I was born on--”

Krystal gently grabbed Kyle’s muzzle. “Baby, don’t let this get you down. We’ll get to the bottom of this, don’t worry; we came here to relax, so just relax – let the fear go.”

Even with Krystal’s hand on his muzzle, Kyle smiled and chuckled. He had come a long way after he met Krystal – he had gone from a cynical predator to a passionate lover while still retaining his warrior prowess. He kissed Krystal, gently and passionately, as he did the first time when he and Krystal admitted their feelings for one another...

* * *

Fox and Fara, unlike Kyle and Krystal, were out and about enjoying the Cornerian night life. Carnival was in town, and Fox and Fara thought of no better place to be. But they didn’t go into the carnival alone – Falco and Katt, having started a fledgling relationship of their own, went in with them, and so did Wolf, surprisingly enough – though it became clear that Wolf was in it for the laser tag with Razuul and Panther. Fox imagined that Kyle would enjoy such a thing, but he wouldn’t stop him from enjoying a night with Krystal. It was good for their relationship. As much of a badass dragon-shifter Kyle was, Fox knew it was good for him to be alone with Krystal.

Clipped to Fox’s belt were the lightsabers sent to him in the mail. With Kyle on the team, Fox had adopted some of his philosophies and tendencies – among which to carry weapons everywhere. As Kyle would say, “It is better to have something and not need it than need it and not have it.”

The sender of the lightsabers was unknown, but Fox had a strong feeling it was from someone Fox knew... an uncle or distant relative, perhaps? Fox didn’t know. But it seemed strange that the sender referred to Kyle and Fox as “his only others.” The only person Fox knew would say that would be James, but he was dead. Had been dead for years. Fox was his only son. So, if not James, then who? Who was under the impression that Kyle and Fox were related? Either they were drunk, retarded, or they saw something Fox wasn’t seeing.

Still, the Lightsabers were an invaluable tool – Fox adapted to the fighting style quickly. Kyle had a penchant for such weapons, and took to them like a fish to water. Then again, weapons, war, and everything relating to them was his specialty. So it came as no surprise that Kyle had developed several fighting styles for the Lightsabers. Typical. Though Fox was the head of Star Fox, he tried to learn as much from Kyle as he could. Even three years after he joined, Fox always felt there was more to learn.

But still, Fox felt strange after the lightsabers came in the mail. Like something had awakened inside him. He saw things differently. Felt things he normally couldn’t. He felt a strength that wasn’t there before. It struck him as something incredible... and frightening. But he didn’t let it interfere with his vacation. Shore leave was a time to relax – not ponder cryptic messages and decipher unknown motives.

With this in mind, Fox and Fara boarded a pod on a Ferris Wheel with Falco and Katt. Fox and Fara sat next to each other, while Katt and Falco sat together on the opposite end. The pod began to slowly ascend as Fara asked Falco and Katt, “So... what are you two planning on doing?”

“We’re just doing things as we go along, really,” Katt answered. “Falcy here likes it that way, and who am I to deny him?”

“Katt,” Falco sighed, “You have as much say in this relationship as I do.”

“I know,” Katt said, leaning her head on Falco’s shoulder. “But... you could say that after being with you for so long, I have adapted to your style.”

Falco threw his head back and laughed. “I’ve got no style,” he laughed, “You know that!”

Katt laughed, jabbing her boyfriend in the arm with a straw she’d been chewing on.

A loud metallic groan caused Fox to jump, startled.

“Hey, Foxy – you okay?” Falco asked. Fox didn’t answer. In a flash of white, his eyes whisked to another place. He heard a loud crack! And then saw Katt fall through the floor of the pod they were in. In another flash, he saw he was back where he’d lapsed off – in the pod.

“Fox?” Fara asked, an expression of worry playing across her face. “Baby, are you alright?”

A shiver ran up Fox’s spine. He felt something – fear, anxiety, an itch to act. Something was going on.

Then he remembered something – Kyle had had these chills before, right before danger struck. The colder the chill, the closer it is. Could Fox be sensing the same...?

Crack! The sound of plastic cracking filled the pod. Fox looked down at Katt’s feet and saw it; her seat was in severe disrepair, and was about to snap. Katt had only a moment to scream.

“KATT!!!” Falco exclaimed.

But something happened. Something Fox knew was impossible. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, and Katt’s seat and the floor under it crumbled, falling off, and taking Katt with it. In an instant, an instinct in Fox’s mind surged forward, and Fox reached out, and...

… Katt’s fall halted as soon as it started. Her legs hung out from under the pod, and people gawked at what was happening. But the fact that Katt had stopped falling wasn’t what they were gawking at – Fox kept both arms outstretched, slightly bent with the palms of his hands facing up and fingers all pointing up, and Katt was surrounded by this shimmering, transparent blue-white aura. Falco and Fara simply stared in utter shock.

“Fox,” Falco said, “Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it! Katt, take my hand!”

Katt reached for Falco, and with a little effort, Fox somehow guided Katt into Falco’s arms, at which point he snatched Katt out of the air and Fox instinctively released his hold on Katt. Katt sobbed on Falco’s shoulder, having come too close to death, and Fox simply stood there, staring at his own trembling hands.

“What... just happened?” Fara asked.

“Yeah,” Falco added, “I appreciate what you did there, but how did you know how to do that?”

Fox looked at his comrades, and said the three words no one thought him capable of: “I... don’t know.”

(More to follow. I'll stay it touch.)

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Meh, count me in. I've got nothing better to do.

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It's... good to be here.

:sob:

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My old friends...

... an unfortunate and painful event has befallen me today over at SF-O. I was betrayed and back-stabbed by my friends there, and as a result, I have forced my resignation there, and will now be staying here. I am both aggrieved and enraged that this has happened to me, but I will not give in. Consider me a now-permanent member of this place. I will not remain at SF-O if I am to be betrayed and cut out of the loop.

a good old fasion chat!
Psh, fine by me - as long as it isn't friday. Other than fridays, I generally don't do much.

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Friends! Comrades! Brothers-in-arms!

Been a while since I was active here, eh? Bleh, had a few problems, but they are (more or less) resolved. It'll be good to RP and generally interact with you guys on this forum again.

Da zdravstvuet starfox Galaktiki !

Star Fox - Marauder
And, the final chapters of Star Fox - Marauder...

Chapter Thirteen
Chasing Tondam

It took Fox thirty minutes to hike to the Tondam CP. With his marriage with Fara broadcasted over an open channel, the newlywed Fox and Fara McCloud bickered jokingly with Dash.
“... But seriously, why an open channel?” Fox asked.
“Please,” Dash scoffed. “You honestly don’t think it’d be a wedding if no one heard it?”
“Well, I get that part, but--” Fox started. Fara elbowed her husband.
“Admit it, Foxy – he’s got a point,” She said. “Any wedding requires a number of witnesses.”
“Okay, okay,” Fox chuckled.
The team walked into the Tondam CP and were greeted by Kyle.
“Took ya long enough,” he said.
“What’d you find out?” Fox asked.
“Check this out,” Kyle stated. He led Fox and his group to a secluded basement. “Most of Tondam’s forces pulled out – but the group we greased here forgot to lock the door behind their comrades,” Kyle explained as the group came out into a tunnel. “Krystal found this just two minutes after we secured the CP and held it from the enemy.”
Inside this tunnel was a rapid-transit hover-tram system.
“This must be how Tondam was able to get troops here so fast,” Fox reasoned. “They used the tram to get their troops here.”
“And they still have a team at the other end, waiting for the last of the troops,” Krystal added.
“How do you know?” Fara asked.
“Because some idiot forgot to lock out his computer, and I sent a text message to them saying they were on their way,” Krystal answered.
Fox paused for a moment. With a smile, he said, “Brilliant, Krystal. Simply brilliant.”
Krystal scoffed. “I learned that from my husband,” she stated with a wide smile.
“Oh, right – I forgot you two were married,” Fox chuckled.
“Since when?” Katt asked.
“Don’t ask,” Kyle and Krystal said in unison.
“What now?” Fox asked.
“Well,” Kyle elaborated, “I would advise we take a team, go to where this tram ends, take over the other Tondam CP, figure out where that CP’s translocator goes, and go there with the Great Fox.”
“Fine by me,” Fox stated. “I know you’re gonna want to take on Tondam head-on after what they did to you, so take what you need and go – good luck.”
While the others headed back to the Great Fox, Kyle re-stocked on supplies, getting more ammo for his MP340A2 and grabbing two items he salvaged from the lab he was created in long ago – two plasma blades; sword hilts with a blade emitter that produced a searing blue blade capable of melting durasteel like butter. After that, he, Krystal, Razuul, Dash and Bill took the tram to the other end, iced the Tondam mercs there, and took the Translocator to their next objective...
***
The Translocator deposited the team on a pad inside a building on a rainy planet.
“Where the hell are we?” Bill asked.
“Beats me,” Dash admitted.
“Tondam must be nearby,” Kyle said. He accessed a nearby console, and added, “According to this computer, were in an oceanic facility with several landing pads large enough to accommodate the Great Fox.”
“What planet is this?” Krystal asked.
Kyle worked the console, then stopped. Krystal saw the signs – he was angry. He found something that angered him, but what...
“Bandon Prime,” he whispered. He looked to Krystal. “We’re on Bandon Prime – the heart of Tondam.”
“But that’s not all you found,” Krystal surmised. “There’s something from your past here – something you didn’t tell me about.”
“Not something,” Kyle corrected. “Someone.”
“Who?” Razuul asked.
“A dark warrior – a rogue dragon-shifter, the one who sanctioned my creation,” Kyle explained. “Lord Makron.” Kyle strode to a nearby window. “He was the only one to have survived my wrath on Zarush,” he explained. “He fled before I could kill him. Now... it’s time to finish what I started.”
Krystal was about to say something, about to comfort her husband, warn him away from his thoughts of vengeance, when automatic fire snapped over their heads. Kyle dove for the computer console, stabbing at the controls, sending out a tracking signal to the Great Fox.
At first glance, it appeared that the Tondam mercs were aware of the team’s presence, but it soon turned out to be little more than a team of hapless guards coming to investigate the unfamiliar voices. Two of them were drilled by Razuul and Dash, but as Kyle rose to drill a third, he discovered that they were gone – and so was Krystal.
What the hell...?
“Kyle!” she screamed.
“Krystal!” Kyle exclaimed, rushing to her voice. It seemed that, in the initial confusion, two mercs surprised Krystal and took her hostage. Kyle, Dash, Bill and Razuul took off after her, and chased the mercs to a checkpoint.
“Kyle, watch out!” Krystal screamed. The warning came just in time, and Kyle ducked, but his MP340A2 took a hit. The gun was useless – for now.
Tapping into his dragon-shifter powers, he telekinetically manipulated an explosive barrel, zapped it with lightning, and hurled it at the enemy mercs. The barrel exploded, incinerated the mercs, but the ones who had Krystal were already gone. Following his senses, he followed the mercs to another checkpoint, where he unlimbered his plasma blades and called out,
“Let her go!”
A merc took a potshot, but missed, and Kyle sent a blast of energy and whacked him and his cohort. The mercs holding Krystal disappeared in a turbolift, and Kyle started after them when Fox came over the radio.
“Fox to Kyle, you did it! We’re in orbit with a strike fleet, and have engaged the enemy; what’s the situation planetside?”
“I can’t talk right now, Fox,” Kyle growled. “They have Krystal, and I’m not letting them hurt her!”
“Of all the damned luck,” Fox growled. “Do what you must, but don’t jeopardize the mission!”
A turbolift opened up nearby, carrying a merc team. Kyle engaged them, hacking them to pieces, and taking the turbolift to the top. Once the lift stopped, Kyle found himself in a dark room.
“I knew it was only a matter of time before you came here, Kyle,” Makron’s voice said.
“Where are you?” Kyle growled. “What have you done with Krystal?”
“If you want your woman, you must best me for her,” Makron stated.
“Then show yourself, coward!” Kyle screamed, rapidly losing his patience.
A single hallway lit up dimly. “Come and get me... if you dare,” Makron said. With nowhere left to go, Kyle advanced into the hallway. He wandered along the path set before him, memories flashing in his mind.
“You are an assassin – nothing more, nothing less...”
“... You were created to do my bidding! Anything less is meaningless...”
“... Did you really think you were meant for anything other than war? You are a tool – an assassin and a murderer for my dark will.”
Kyle’s face went from anger to hate, then rage and back a dozen times. By the time he found the human/cyborg monster that was Makron in a bulbous room with a hole blown out of the side and a platform in the near-distance, Kyle looked enraged and hateful.
Snap-hiss, snap-hiss! Kyle’s plasma blades ignited.
“Where is my wife?” he growled.
Makron’s face twisted into a evil grin as he stepped aside to reveal Krystal, her hands bound together by thick shackles.
“What have you done to her?!” Kyle screamed.
“She has become my leverage over you,” Makron responded. “Submit, or she dies.”
Kyle made a mad dash for Makron, but Makron telekinetically held Krystal by the neck, ignited a plasma blade and exclaimed, “Kneel, submit, pledge yourself to my bidding, or she dies!”
Kyle stopped just shy of Makron – he desired vengeance, but wouldn’t risk harming Krystal. Thought Krystal couldn’t speak, she told Kyle not to kneel – but he had no choice.
His plasma blades extinguished as he dropped to his knees. “I... I will do your bidding,” he whimpered, his gaze drifting to the floor. “Just let her go.”
Grinning, Makron dropped Krystal to the ground. “Good,” he said. “Now, you will give yourself to my will. If you resist, she will die. Then, you will locate the leaders of the alliance and execute them. If you fail, she dies. And finally, you will--”
A plasma blade went active, and Kyle looked up to see Krystal had taken one of his plasma blades and attacked Makron with it. Makron effortlessly deflected the attack and sent Krystal flying onto the platform in the distance. She landed, bounced, and skidded to a halt on the rainy platform, where she lay unmoving.
“NO!!!!” Kyle screamed. Taking his plasma blades, he assaulted Makron and sent him flying, landing on his feet on the platform. Kyle leapt after him, landing and attacking at once. “I’LL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND!!!” he screamed. He sent a blast of lightning into Makron, flourishing his plasma blades and beginning a titanic duel of the fates. He moved his dual blades in speedy, exaggerated and powerful arcs, striking again and again on the man who started it all. The man who imposed his will on an innocent mind, created him for the sole purpose of death, destruction and murder, and scarred him beyond recovery.
The two combatants locked blades, and Makron asked, “Wouldn’t you like to see where you came from?”
“I’ve seen enough!” Kyle yelled. “I will tear your black heart out of your chest!”
“And I will destroy you a thousand times!” Makron grunted.
Kyle broke the lock and roundhouse-kicked Makron in the face. He then brought his plasma blades down and took off the hand that held Makron’s plasma blade. Kyle held his plasma blades at the ready, prepared to strike down Makron with all his hate.
“You took everything from me!” he screamed. “You destroyed my home, turned me into a monster, and murdered my wife!”
“Kyle!” Fox’s voice cried out. Kyle’s head whipped around to spot Fox, Fara, Dash and Razuul coming up, with several Sangheili and UNSC Personnel not far behind. “Kyle, there’s no need for this!”
“Do you understand what this man has done to me?!” Kyle screamed. “Do you understand the pain he’s brought me?!”
“Killing him won’t ease the pain,” Fara said. “We know how you feel – but don’t do this to yourself!”
“He killed everything I know!” Kyle screamed, tears once again forming in his eyes. “He destroyed my home! He murdered everything I hold dear! He even had the nerve to take Krystal from me!”
“Is that how she would want to be remembered?” Fox asked. “With acts of anger and revenge?”
“She would want me to avenge her death!” Kyle exclaimed, turning to kill Makron.
“Come to your senses!” Fox commanded. “What do you think she would do were she in your position?!”
Kyle paused, staring at Makron, ready to kill, and finally...
Kyle’s plasma blades de-activated, and he clipped them to his belt as he turned to walk away. “Do what you will with him,” he growled.
As Fox and the others took Makron prisoner, Kyle approached Krystal’s unmoving body. Razuul was already kneeling beside her.
“I can’t revive her,” he said as Kyle dropped to his knees at Krystal’s side. “I’m sorry, Kyle.”
Kyle sniffled. “It wasn’t your fault,” he said, taking Krystal’s body in his arms, doing away with the shackles. He leaned his head on Krystal’s and whispered, “My love, I’m so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. I loved you – I wanted everything for you. Just you and me, on Sauria, a romantic evening by the fire. Know that I will never let you go. You will always be in my heart.”
From that moment forward, nothing more was said, as Kyle closed his eyes and held his wife...
But it wasn’t meant to be. Krystal’s hand reached up, touching Kyle’s face, and she kissed him, tenderly and passionately. Upon realizing what was going on Kyle opened his eyes, and sea-green eyes stared back at crimson dragon eyes.
“You’re alive,” Kyle whispered.
“I’m harder to kill than that, my dear,” Krystal murmured.
Even as Fox and Fara looked on as Makron was taken away, Kyle and Krystal held each other. Fox saw Krystal kiss Kyle, and Kyle then responded by gently picking her up in his arms. He didn’t say anything as he walked by with Krystal in his arms. He didn’t need to; Fox knew how he felt.
At long last, he was at peace...

Epilogue

The gravity lift of the Great Fox II settled on to the surface of the Dinosaur planet, Sauria. Star Fox, having destroyed Tondam from it’s heart, was now on shore leave. Kyle and Krystal, having married just prior to this, decided to take their honeymoon on Sauria with Fox and Fara. While Fox, Fara and Razuul set up the camp in the ruins of Sauria, Krystal and Kyle took a long walk. Kyle was in dragon form, while Krystal rode on his back.
“It’s been a long road,” Kyle said.
“It has, indeed,” Krystal affirmed. “But in the end, I got you.”
“Is this it?” Kyle asked.
“Yep,” Krystal answered. She hopped off Kyle’s back and Kyle shifted to normal form. He wrapped his arms around Krystal’s waist, and Krystal – with a 24-karat gold ring with a ruby on her finger – wrapped her arms around Kyle’s neck. “Just a warning, my love – Tricky might try to jump you.”
“Not while I have you,” Kyle chuckled.
“Fox?” a voice said. “Krystal? What’re you doing here?”
“Truthfully, Tricky,” Krystal corrected, “This isn’t Fox – Fox and his wife, Fara, are in the ruins over there.”
“If he’s not Fox, and Fox is already married,” Tricky asked as he came from the shadows, “Then who is this?”
“Name’s Kyle,” Kyle responded. “I’m Krystal’s husband.”
“Oh,” Tricky said. “How’d you two meet?”
“It’s a long story,” Kyle responded.
“We have plenty of time, dear,” Krystal countered.
Kyle sighed, then began to recount the events that transpired up to now, culminating in their current situation. Fox and Fara were already present by the time Kyle finished, and Tricky let out a long sign.
“That’s a lot for anyone to go through,” he stated. “But, anyway – welcome to Sauria!”
Kyle chuckled and smiled. “Thanks,” he said. With the initial preparations out of the way, Star Fox celebrated it’s latest victory. During the celebration, Kyle wandered away from the group to stare into the Saurian moonlit sky. Krystal noticed, and walked over to him.
“Baby, is everything alright?” she asked.
“I’m fine, sweetheart,” Kyle responded. “Just thinking past all this.”
“What do you mean?” Krystal inquired.
Kyle sighed. “This isn’t the end, you know – our adventures don’t end here,” Kyle explained. “There will be other threats like Tondam – others who will want to destroy us.”
“Then we will face them as we always have,” Krystal said softly. “I’d rather face them with you than without you.”
“I know,” Kyle murmured. “As long as I have you, I will never--”
Krystal grabbed Kyle’s muzzle and silenced him. With a smile, she asked, “Anyone ever tell you you talk too much?”
Kyle chuckled, leaning over and meeting Krystal’s lips with his own. They kissed, the Dragon-shifter husband and the Cerinian wife, as the Star Fox Team rejoiced...

To Be Continued...

The Titanian Cantina
(New character: Jason "Marauder" Anderson (Click on the name to get info)

A Transwarp conduit appeared out of nowhere, and a small, stingray-shaped vessel appeared. The Recalcitrant Predator - personal starship of Jason "Marauder" Anderson. The small, hundred-meter vessel headed down to the surface of Titania, and settled in one of the vacant docking bays. while his ship powered down, Jason donned his Jedi battle armor and nabbed his twin lightsabers, ensuring they were concealed from view. With that out of the way, he headed into the Titanian city, meandered into the bar, and sat down.
"Bartender," he requested, "A glass of Corellian Ale, please."

Team Star Dragon & Others
///Jason Anderson\\\

Name: Jason "Marauder" Anderson

Age: 22

Race: Cornerian Fox

Sex: Male

Height/Weight: 156 lbs, 6' 8"

Eye Color: Brown

Fur Color/Fur Pattern: Brown fur, bald where scars are visible.

Vocal Description: Sounds akin to Carth Onasi

Weapons/Equipment: X700 Multi-Purpose Assault Rifle, Modified B1 Battle Droid Blaster (fires Type-3 Disruptor Pulse), Twin Lightsabers (Red, Orange).

Attire/Appearance: Wears Customized suit of Experimental Jedi Battle Armor colored green and stamped with the emblem of the Marauder Corp on the back. Helmet modeled after Jango Fett's helmet.

Good/Bad: Somewhere on the borderline

Theme Song: Graeme Revell - One Speed

Birthplace: Dragonaria Prime

Current Location/Residence: On the Recalcitrant Predator wherever it travels.

Training/Specialties/Skills: Specializes in many aspects of warfare, piloting, and weapons.

Special Markings: Aforementioned scars

Affiliation: None, Contracts with the Marauder Corp.

Personality: A predator in his own right. Watches enemies and allies alike for signs of weakness or treachery. Quick to strike.

Background: Jason Anderson is a man who has seen horrors he refuses to speak. Though not nearly as paranoid and cynical as Kyle Indari, he has his reasons for not trusting those around him. He had intended to join the Marauder Corp - the Dragon-Shifter Military - at a young age, but the transport ship he was on was shot down over a post-apocalyptic world. For eight years, he survived on that world, finally finding a way off the world and acquiring a ship at the same - a modified Stingray-class Assault Corvette named the Recalcitrant Predator. After he escaped, he met Kyle Indari in orbit, where he retrofitted the Predator with three stolen self-maintaining Borg Transwarp Coils, during which it was revealed to Jason that his father was once a Jedi, and had left his lightsabers for Jason. Within six months, Jason had mastered his powers, and they grow still to this day.

Physique: Muscular, can endure severe hardships.

Strengths: Cunning, skilled, guileful and quick.

Weaknesses: Mistrust of others lends him few allies.

////Recalcitrant Predator\\\\

Description (Since I lack a picture): Shaped like a stingray, with turrets facing aft on both dorsal and ventral surfaces. Purple-blue hue to the hull, like a Covenant ship.

Shields: Grade 3 Shields, Dragonarian MASRA armor generators.

Propulsion: Modified Kemorainian Ion engines

Power/Translight Drive: x3 Stolen Self-maintaining Borg Transwarp Coils.

Armaments: x1 Kadgeron Torpedo Launcher, x8 Type-IX Kadgeron Phaser Banks, x2 Burst-fire Kadgeron Disruptors, x2 Single-fire Kadgeron Disruptors, x4 aft-facing Kadgeron Plasma Autopulsers

Size: 100 Meters