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Star Fox - Marauder
Just wait, there's more! *There better NOT be more!* (lol. get the reference?)

Anyway, here's the first battle scene.

Chapter Three
Skirmish At Zarush

It was well into the standard day that Star Fox got underway. Their destination was a planet called Zarush, being sieged by the Obsidian Rebels, a faction of Terran insurrectionists. According to the distress call, they had been employed covertly by the Tondam Corporation. Kyle, eager to have a crack at the rebels and prove his fighting prowess, was put in charge of the Great Fox’s fighter assault. The Fighters – aside from Wolf, Falco, Krystal, Panther, Bill and Leon, who rode in their Arwings and Wolfens – were unmanned Covenant Seraph fighters controlled by the AI of the Great Fox – Marian. Also thrown into the mix were UNSC Longsword squadrons.
Fox, of course, was commanding the Great Fox as she sailed into battle with a battle group of two Sangheili CCS Battlecruisers, three UNSC Destroyers, and one UNSC Marathon Cruiser.
“Alert,” Katt announced from the helm, “exiting slipspace in five.”
“Fighter crews, be ready,” Fox stated.
“... two... one... slipspace exit now.”
The Great Fox exited slipspace with it’s battle group.
“Shields up and weapons ready,” Fox ordered. “Make ready to launch fighters. Kyle, are you listening?”
* * *
“Kyle, are you listening?” Fox asked over the radio.
“Indeed I am, sir,” came Kyle’s reply.
“Good luck out there, and... try to bring my colleagues back alive,” Fox requested.
“Leave it to me,” Kyle stated. “I’ll clear the path; follow me in and take as many of the fsuk’err’ss out as you can.”
The hatch behind Kyle stopped hissing and a green light indicated the room was pressurized. Kyle initiated all systems. Shields were operating perfectly, no power bleeds.
“Opening the doors in five...”
Life support was functional, no fluctuations.
“... four...”
Kadgeron disruptors read ready, the burst-fire plasma pulse cannons were functional, the dual Kadgeron beam cannons were ready, and the missile materializers were good to go.
“... three...”
Cloaking device was ready, no power failures.
“... two...”
The point-defense system was active, no tracking errors or system failures.
“... one...”
The engines were powered up and were ready. It was go-time.
“Opening hangar doors,” Fara said over the radio. As soon as she said this, the hangar doors before Kyle slid open, the MagCon field in place. The JX-70 lifted off, the landing gear retracted, and the AAF shot out of the hangar. Kyle executed a barrel roll as he and the others in the flight group turned toward the enemy.
“Is everyone ready?” he asked over the team channel.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Krystal responded.
“Good to go,” Wolf exclaimed.
“Just point me to the enemy,” Falco remarked.
“Bring ‘em on!” Leon exclaimed.
“Ready and waiting,” Bill proclaimed.
“Let’s go to work,” Panther purred.
“Okay,” Kyle said, “We have hostiles inbound – Seraph squadrons; arm your plasma charges; Longsword squadrons, arm your missiles; Every one else without missiles, pick a target and fire on my command.”
Five green lights appeared on his HUD, indicating his team was ready to fire. A screen of rebel fighters – a mixed bag of Danube, Peregrine, and longsword fighters – drew closer, but they didn’t fire. Kyle activated his missiles’ targeting system, and four target locks were acquired.
The enemy fighter screen fired, and a small swarm of missiles streaked toward them. The PDS detected these missiles, and went to work.
“Computer: Initiate Scramjet sequence,” Kyle commanded. Instantly, eight more targets were acquired as a song began to play on the radio. Guitars started playing Linkin Park’s “When They Come For Me” as missile after missile was materialized, dropped, and fired.
“Open Fire!” Kyle commanded. The Seraph squadrons fired a storm of plasma, the Longsword squadrons fired their missiles, and Kyle’s squadron fired charged shots at the enemy fighter screen. The resulting display of explosions cut the number of enemy fighters by two-thirds. The enemy fighters returned fire, and Kyle ordered, “All fighters, break formation! Star Fox, follow me in!”
Kyle executed another barrel roll as he took after one red-painted longsword fighter that was heading toward a stolen UNSC Merloit Cruiser. Kyle fired his burst-fire plasma cannons, and targeted the enemy cruiser. A flash of lightning marked the ship’s MAC gun firing at a Sangheili destroyer. Autocannons fired at the JX-70, and Kyle rolled to starboard, banked from side to side, and performed all manner of arial maneuvers as he gracefully avoided the 50mm slugs. While the rebels on this cruiser were determined, they weren’t particularly bright. Kyle spotted the bridge and accelerated for it. Arming the Kadgeron Disruptors, he targeted the bridge, and held his fire. No doubt the rapidly-advancing JX-70 startled the bridge crew, and when he was in range, he opened up on the cruiser’s bridge. The Kadgeron disruptors obliterated the bridge, and the entire ship ceased to operate. Kyle and his squadron ducked under the ship’s belly, as he led them past the cruiser, diving away from the engines before anyone could fly into the cruiser’s engine wash. Kyle dove for a rebel frigate – a UNSC Frigate with the rebel emblem painted on the side – as it took a plasma torpedo to it’s port side from a Sangheili destroyer. The plasma impacted, boiled off the frigate’s shields, and left the frigate defenseless. With the shields down, Kyle armed his missiles as Star Fox charged their shots, and when Kyle gave the order, everyone fired.
The six “Cruiser Bruiser” torpedoes Kyle fired streaked toward the frigate as the six charged shots from the others raced alongside them. The cruiser bruisers detonated where the plasma torpedo had hit, and tore chunks of hull off. The charge shots impacted seconds later, vaporizing hull and leaving six craters in the frigate’s side. By the time all the munitions had hit, the group was very close to the frigate, and opened fire on the ship with their lasers. Kyle, of course, held his fire as he armed his Kadgeron beam cannons. He rolled to starboard, dropped over the frigate’s side, and fired. Twin beams of white lashed out from the emitters, struck the port-side engine, and burned a path across the hull. The Star Fox squadron regrouped off the aft of the frigate as it took another plasma torpedo and blossomed into flame. Kyle turned his JX-70 around in time to see the Great Fox engage a pirate-retrofitted salvaged Halcyon cruiser. It fired a Kadgeron torpedo at the cruiser as the cruiser fired a small volley of archer missiles.
The Great Fox’s plasma arrays lit up and discharged a swarm of pulse lasers and vaporized nearly two-thirds of the incoming missiles. The remaining missiles impacted on the shields, making them flicker as the Kadgeron torpedo slammed into the cruiser’s spine and melted a hole in the enemy armor. Another Kadgeron torpedo discharged as one of the CCS Battlecruisers in the Star Fox battle group – the Retribution’s Glory – fired a plasma torpedo. The Halcyon cruiser was his with the plasma torpedo first, and the shields winked out as the Kadgeron torpedo whacked the ship on it’s starboard side, gutting the ship from fore to aft.
The remaining rebel ships – a pair of damaged UNSC destroyers and a stolen Covenant frigate – retreated into slipspace.
“Alright, team!” Fox exclaimed. “That’s the way Star Fox and Star Wolf handle things! Great work!”
“Did you get what we came here for?” Bill inquired.
“Indeed we did,” Fox responded. “Marian hacked into the rebels’ comm network, and transmitted the required tactical data to UNSC FLEETCOM. They’re already at work cracking the encrypted data, and from the response they sent us, they’ll take a few days to get through.”
“In the meantime,” Fara chimed in, “We’ve been invited to a little soiree down there.”
“We’ll discuss that later,” Fox said. “All ships, return to the Great Fox. And Kyle?”
“Sir?” Kyle responded.
“Two things,” Fox stated, “First; absolutely marvelous job out there – you and the team members under your command don’t have a scratch on them; second – don’t call me ‘sir,’”
Kyle chuckled softly. “As you wish,” he said before he killed the comm. This battle was over, and Kyle was ready for the next...
* * *

It gets worse before it gets better. Trust me.

Star Fox - Marauder
If you liked that, you're gonna love this.

Chapter Two
On the Ragged Edge

Fox walked through the cubicle maze of Corneria Military Command, heading to Peppy's office.
“Fox!” Peppy exclaimed with a smile, “Get yourself in here!”
Fox laughed as he stepped into Peppy’s office. “How are you, Peppy?” Fox asked.
“As good as can be expected,” Peppy replied. “Want some coffee?”
“As a matter of fact, I think I need some,” Fox stated.
Peppy poured fresh coffee into two mugs as he asked, “So... how are you and Krystal?”
“Don’t ask,” Fox said.
“You two had another one of your arguments again, haven’t you?” Peppy surmised.
“Yeah,” Fox sighed. “Same fight, different day.”
“Well, I’m not going to re-open old wounds,” Peppy said. “On to the reason you’re here,”
“Yeah, really; why am I here?”
“Remember that op you did out on Dragonaria III?”
“Yeah,” Fox stated.
“Well, you stumbled across some files that made the Tondam Corporation look bad,”
“Say what?” Fox inquired.
“Surprise, surprise,” Peppy said. “Alliance authorities are no longer calling the accident out on B’naria II as such; now they have evidence that it was corporate sabotage.”
“Yeah, brilliant detective work,” Fox commented with a hint of sarcasm. “There was a boatload of that for the taking,” he looked out to the office in time to see a black-furred, scarred fox sit on a vacant desk near Peppy’s office. He was dressed in camouflage attire, and looked around as he waited for Peppy to finish with Fox.
“Right,” Peppy stated, immune to Fox’s sarcasm. “There are two other things you need to know; ‘A’ is your objective; to track down the leader of Tondam corporation and bring him in, if possible.”
“What’s ‘B’?” Fox inquired.
“ ‘B’ is I’m supposed to tell you you’ll be getting a new member in this.”
“Well, if he can help us, fine; who is he?” Fox queried.
“His name is Kyle D. Anderson; we got him in an exchange program. But he’s... odd. His file says he’s a dragon-shifter, and he’s cross-trained as a marine, pilot, covert operative, and he can perform medical tasks with ease – a jack of all trades, so to speak.”
“What’s so bad about him?” Fox inquired, looking back to Peppy.
“He’s... unpredictable,” Peppy explained. “His wife was killed three years ago, and he refuses to release any details. He’s known to get aggressive quick, and on one occasion, went into what the Dragonarians call ‘blood rage’ – something none on Star Fox has seen. It is rumored Kyle went into blood rage once before; when he single-handedly slaughtered a criminal kingpin and his cadre of two hundred bandits.”
“He did all that?” Fox inquired.
“Yep,” Peppy affirmed. “When you take this man, I would ask you to pass a warning on to Krystal; because she is a telepath, she should take care around him. In his words, few who tread within the shadows of his mind return alive, and fewer still return unscathed.”
Fox nodded wordlessly as he returned his attention to the black-furred fox as he slowly reached a hand toward...
... the grip of an M806A2.
Fox’s reaction was instantaneous. “GUN!” he shouted, rushing the fox before he had a chance to unholster his weapon. Curiously, he was looking around, as if looking for who shouted the alert. He looked to Fox, and before Fox could react, he grabbed Fox by the arm and threw him over the desk. With a war cry, he brandished two plasma wrist swords – dual-bladed weapons that had an upper blade that extended out for three-and-a-half feet with an integrated plasma wrist guard and a lower blade that extended just as much and extended in the opposite direction that guarded the arm up to the middle of the upper arm.
Peppy stepped in to intervene before the assassin could attack. After he was sufficiently calm, Peppy stated, “Fox, meet your new team member; Kyle.”
Fox cautiously peered over the desk at the black-furred dragon-shifting fox, glaring at him with crimson dragon eyes with his plasma wrist swords still active. He extinguished them, twirled the hilts, and clipped them to his belt.
“I assume you’ll need your own quarters?” Fox inquired.
“No need; I have everything in my ship,” Kyle explained. “Minus a few sundries.”
“I’ll be happy to have you aboard,” Fox said, regaining his composure.
“I don’t mean to cut this short, but I need to go; just send me the location of your ship and I’ll meet you there,” Kyle stated, tossing Fox a small, spherical device. “Just hit the button on that when you reach your ship. My ship will lock onto the beacon, and I’ll be there in short order.” Without another word, Kyle turned and left. As Fox and Peppy watched him go, Fox commented,
“Not very chatty,”
“Indeed,” Peppy added. “I don’t need to tell you to watch your back, Fox.”
Fox chuckled. “Hardly,” he responded before heading off.
* * *
Everyone stood gathered in the hangar bay of their new flagship – a Sangheili Gunship, the Great Fox II. The Sangheili Gunship was a refit of the Covenant Assault Carrier, but this model was made solely for the purpose of combat. The Great Fox II was armed with multiple Kadgeron plasma turrets, a multitude of anti-missile point-defense pulse lasers, many 50mm Kadgeron autocannons, and four powerful, UNSC-created, Sangheili-improved MAC guns imbedded in the ship’s nose.
The Star Fox team – considerably larger than before, now consisted of many members; Fox, Krystal, Falco, Katt, Slippy, Amanda, Fox’s old friend, Bill, Dash – Andross’ grandson – the ever-ubiquitous ROB, Fox’s old flame, Fara, and Peppy’s daughter, Lucy – were present. Also housed on the Great Fox and currently present was the members of the famous Star Wolf team – Wolf O'Donnell, Leon Pawalski, Panther Caroso, his wife, May Caroso, and their newest member, a former-Kemorainian Faedyr by the name of Razuul Tibarik. Star Wolf no longer had any desire to fight Star Fox, and had come a long way in working with Star Fox.
“When’s this new guy supposed to show?” Wolf inquired.
“I’m not sure,” Fox answered. “But he’ll show.”
“I... do hope he got the message to dock in this hangar,” Krystal spoke.
It was then that an alien craft was seen approaching the Great Fox. It was strangely-shaped, and it was hard to make out any specific details.
“Interesting,” Razuul commented.
“What?” Katt inquired.
“That’s no ordinary fighter he’s in – in fact, it’s the only one of it’s kind, seems how the designs were lost in that accident on B’naria II,” Razuul explained.
“What is it?” Panther queried.
“It’s a JX-70 Advanced Assault Fighter,” Razuul said. Looking to Fox, he added, “The new member is none other than Kyle D. Anderson, correct?”
“Yes,” Fox affirmed, “How’d you know?”
“Kyle is the one who designed the JX-70,” Razuul stated. Looking to the approaching JX-70, he added, “Too much to explain now, but suffice to say... he trusts me. More than he would anyone else.”
“How do you mean?” Leon inquired.
Razuul looked directly at him. “He and I served together in the last war.”
The JX-70 phased through the MagCon field, hung suspended, then rotated counter-clockwise until it faced the MagCon field, and touched down on the deck. Landing gear appeared from the ship’s belly just before it touched down, and as the ship powered down, a hatch near the top of the craft’s oddly-shaped fuselage between the dorsal nacelles popped, hissed, and opened. It took a moment for Kyle to appear in the opening. When he did, he regarded the team without expression. His eyes stopped on Razuul, and he smiled.
“Razuul Tibarik,” he said. “Damn good to see you again, man.” He leapt off the JX-70, and he and Razuul had a short arm-wrestle – their way of a greeting, Fox surmised.
“I suppose you would like a... tour of the ship?” Fox queried.
“No need,” Kyle and Razuul said simultaneously.
“Raz and I know the layout of a Sangheili Gunship quite well,” Kyle put in, “Just point me to the holodeck.”
“Same place as any Sangheili Gunship,” Fox said, relieved that Kyle wasn’t on edge.
“Yeah,” Falco scoffed, “As if we could move it.”
Kyle paused for a moment, processing the joke, and then laughed.
“Did you bring what I think you brought?” Razuul asked.
“Damn right, I did,” Kyle responded. He looked to Fox and the rest of the team. “Piece of advice if you decide to join the fray; keep your weapons ready and your heads down,” he said. As Kyle and Razuul walked away, Falco and Leon fell into step behind them as Krystal said,
“Such a strange fellow,”
“In what way?” Fox asked.
“Well, he seemed... receptive,” Krystal responded. “He allowed me to enter his mind.”
“I thought I told you not to do that,” Fox said.
“You did,” Krystal answered. “But... he seemed to call out to me. And before I left his mind, I thought I could hear...” Krystal’s voice trailed off.
“Hear what?” Fox asked.
“... Distant screams,” Krystal finally replied. “He... carries the blood of many deaths on his mind, brought on by the death of one he he did not directly kill.”
“Although I would like to find out who,” Fox said, “I would advise you not do that again.”
Krystal didn’t make any sort of reply, she simply walked away. As Fox stared after her before he left with Fara, he knew just what path Krystal was about to take. He knew, but he never spoke...

But wait, there's more!

Outside the Bar of Galaxies
(Kyle Indari on leave. Team Star Dragon is out-of-system on an assignment, and Kyle took his personal carrier ship with his JX-50 Assault Fighter to an isolated region. Feel free to participate.)

The crimson-scaled giant looked over the nearby city from the relative safety of a ledge. Three weeks' leave, and he chose to come to this isolated world. He could have headed to Dragonaria prime, or Kemoran III, but no - here he was, on Epsilon Eridani II, with his new mission in mind.
What he had "neglected" to tell his teammates was that he tracked someone here. Someone who might have answers to the questions that burned in Kyle Indari's shell.
With this in mind, Kyle leapt off the ledge, spread his wings, and started his flight to the capitol city of New Detroit...

Random Screenshot Thread
Ya, ya, another screenie from me. This one is when I was experimenting with a mod I was working on for SoaSE.

@Screenie 1: You know, you'd think the AI would be smart enough to retreat when they see their puny capital ship against a f***ing ARMADA...

@Screenie 2: ... And when they DO decide to retreat, I've almost overran their position...

@Screenie 3: Um... damn... talk about overkill. All those ships for one Vasari Antorak Marauder.

Star Fox - Marauder
A new story from Star_Dragon. Nothing-- oh, wait, it *is* new! lol. This story encompasses the beginning of Star Fox's struggles against dark forces in the shadows of the galaxy, and the only one who can help is a mentally-traumatized Dragon-shifter who harbors deadly secrets...

Star Fox:

Chapter One
Three Years Ago...

“Holodna hmoora. Eemruchnoh v'doosheh, Kak mohg znat ya shtoh tee oomriosh?”
All through the renovated house on the beaches of Dragonaria II, the Hymn to Red October played. A sniffle sounded, followed closely by the sound of bags being packed. A weapon bolt opened, ejecting an unspent round as the magazine was removed. The ejected bullet was inserted at the top of the magazine. The gun’s safety clicked on, and the gun itself was disassembled.
“Do svidonia, byehreg rodnoy; Kak nam troodnag pridstahvit shtoh eto nyeh sohn. Rodina, dom radnoy, Do svidonia Rodina.”
Seven more magazines of 7.62x59mm AP Plasma-Powered bullets were packed, followed by a pair of pistols – heavily-modified M806A2 semi-automatic pistols. Twelve magazines of 45-caliber ACP rounds followed that. The black-furred fox sniffled again.
“Ay. Avepakhod, avepakhod, nass val nahmarskaya zhdyot nyehdazh dyotsyah.
Nass zah vootmarskaya dah, ee preeboy!”
The dragon-shifter picked up the picture smeared with dried blood. The face of his wife, now dead because of an argument, could be seen. The dragon-shifter didn’t fire the weapon that killed her, but it was his fault she was dead. He drove her away, and by extension, signed her death warrant.
“Salute otsam ee nashem dedum, Zahvietum eekh fsigdah vierney. Tepierre nichtoh, nee astanoivit, Pabiedney shark, radnoy straney.”
Now the dragon-shifter is going back to the life he had before he married; the life of a marauder. He was determined to bring his wife’s killer to justice. By the blood of his forefathers, the dragon-shifter shall pursue the Nurtrrall Jsutis. It is his way. He had ignored it for so long in his happiness with his wife, but it was all torn away, brutally and quickly. How it happened so fast didn’t matter, not anymore; what mattered now was that his wife was dead, and his life in ruins. And the dragon-shifter would not rest until he found whoever inflicted this wound, however many of them there were, and kill them. From one death would come many.
Nurtrrall Jsutis – Natural Justice. A cornerstone in dragon-shifter philosophy since the founding of the Dragonarian Empire. Humans might mistakenly call it revenge, but it was much deeper than that.
“Tiy pliyvee, pliyvee bestrashna, Gordest say viernykh marieye. Revoluytziye nadezhdah sgoostk vierif sekh luydeye.”
The dragon-shifter held no fear of his faceless enemy. Fearlessness and defiance in the face of any odds was something passed down from one dragon-shifter to the next, generation to generation, from parent to child to grandchild. His pain and grief burned in his anger and rage. The cruelty inflicted upon him, the injustice done to him, the burden of his wife’s death would be nothing in the face of the dragon-shifter’s wrath.
“V'oktyabreh, v'oktyabreh, Rahpar tu ium miy nashe pabiediy. V'oktyabreh, v'oktyabreh, Novie meeir fahli numnashy dehidiy.”
For some reason, he remembered his birthday; October 22. And today was September 29.
Birthday. The only gift he’d get this year was seeing his enemy break before him. Then, and only then, could he shift his focus to rebuilding his life. But for now, his attention was narrowed on finding his enemies, wherever they hid, and systematically eliminate them.
The dragon-shifter finished packing, took his quadruple satchels out to his waiting craft, one of his own design – the JX-70 Advanced Assault Fighter. It had a chitinous, oval-shaped fuselage that looked somewhat like a shoe in the middle with two curved, blade-shaped nacelles protruding from the top and curving down parallel (with the exception of the nacelle supports) behind the the fuselage, with wings expanding out like axe blades to the sides supported by super-dense structures that connected them to the fuselage, and winglets on the edges of the wings, shaped much in the same way. The dragon-shifter climbed up top, dropped in through the hatch, and set his duffels down as he climbed in the pilot’s seat. He flipped a switch, and the hatch closed and sealed. As the room inside the JX-70 pressurized, the temperature dropped. It was as chilling as the dragon-shifter's fridge when the ship finished pressurizing. The Hymn to Red October repeated itself.
“Holodna hmoora. Eemruchnoh v'doosheh, Kak mohg znat ya shtoh tee oomriosh? Do svidonia, byehreg rodnoy, Kak nam troodnag pridstahvit shtoh eto nyeh sohn. Rodina, dom radnoy, Do svidonia Rodina.
Ay. Avepakhod, avepakhod, nass val nahmarskaya zhdyot nyehdazh dyotsyah. Nass zah vootmarskaya dah, ee preeboy! Salute otsam ee nashem dedum, Zahvietum eekh fsigdah vierney. Tepierre nichtoh, nee astanoivit, Pabiedney shark, radnoy straney. Tiy pliyvee, pliyvee bestrashna, Gordest say viernykh marieye. Revoluytziye nadezhdah sgoostk vierif sekh luydeye. V'oktyabreh, v'oktyabreh, Rahpar tu ium miy nashe pabiediy.
V'oktyabreh, v'oktyabreh, Novie meeir fahli numnashy dehidiy--”
The song abruptly stopped playing when the dragon-shifter switched his song. The hull of the JX-70 vibrated as it lifted off, heading on a new course as another song played.
“Crowded streets are cleared away, one by one; Hollow heels separate as they run. You're so cold, keep your hand in mine; Wise men wander while strong men die!”
* * *
The kingpin walked out of the bathroom from a fresh shave. His right-hand man just altered the course of a man's life by killing his wife. A man that had gotten too close to the something he shouldn’t have. One of his henchmen came in, bearing a look of worry on his face.
“Don't tell me you found something?” the kingpin asked.
“I'm not sure that Angus'... 'alteration' worked,” the henchman said.
“What do you mean?” the kingpin asked.
“The man whose wife we killed... well, Angus just found out he was a dragon-shifter. He was last seen heading here.” the henchman explained.
“Wait a minute,” the kingpin said, “What's a dragon--” his words were cut off when an earth-shaking, blood-curdling roar echoed in the sky.
A dragon, well-hidden in the nighttime sky, swooped in and breathed a stream of plasma-hot fire over several supply trucks. Then, a JX-70 Assault fighter made a run in the opposite direction, dropping several bombs that lit up the night as they exploded on the ground.
The kingpin's base of operations was being attacked. The dragon-shifter had found them. Now he would exact his revenge. And before the kingpin could leave his OP, the JX-70 suddenly turned and fired two missiles at it, obliterating the structure and the kingpin, whose hand provoked a dragon-shifter's retribution...

Stick around. There may be more. --Star_Dragon

The Dragon's Lair
Well, obviously, if I'm posting in this forum, I have some form of art. My first piece is something I drew yesterday; an image of Kyle D. Anderson, a Dragon-shifter from my Star Fox - Marauder fanfic (Coming Soon).
WARNING: the Image is Exceedingly large; My scanner screwed up on me, and I was forced into alternative means of scanning.