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I don't own the rights to StarFox or any of its characters. I do however hold the rights to my OCs that I use in this story. Please message me for permission to use them, should you chose to do so. This story was originally written for a friend of mine who wanted to include me as a character, so I wrote him this. Since this was written over a period of years, I pull elements from various games that I enjoyed playing at the time, such as Halo, Mass Effect, Battlefront, etc. My OC, Tyler, is a bit of a Garry Stu, but that was probably because I originally wrote him when I was 15 in my freshman year of High School. I think he has enough character and emotion to compensate, though. Hope you enjoy. ~Wolf
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Chapter 1
"Dresden," Fox said as he opened the door to my room. I didn't look up. I tried to say "don't you ever knock, Fox?" I think it came out as a grunt. A half assed, very tired grunt.
"Hey, big guy," said my visitor, "are you okay? You've been dark and gloomy lately."
Another grunt. "Aren't I always dark and gloomy?" I asked.
"Not this dark and gloomy. I've seen you go through phases, but none of those last more than a few days. You look like you haven't slept in weeks."
This time I did look up. "Is it that bad?" I asked him. He said nothing. Instead he walked over to my desk, to where I was sitting, and set a hand mirror down in front of me. It was turquoise. Must be Krystal's. I looked down.
I barely recognized the face that looked back at me. My image had disheveled, mangy looking fur that had clumped in several places. His eyes were bloodshot, sunken and had dark circles lining them. And his shirt was rumpled and stained in several places. He looked like death.
"Hells bells," I breathed, "I look like I was on the receiving end of a weapon I designed." I continued to stare at the mirror as my friend spoke again.
"One of the more successful designs," he agreed, "Is this about her?" The subtle emphasis on the word "her" conveyed more meaning to me than it would have anyone listening. I closed my eyes and nodded my head. He knew me well enough that there was no point in hiding it. So I spoke.
"Her twenty-sixth birthday is tomorrow. Usually I bring her flowers on her birthday."
The "her" in question of course, was the former love of my life, Veronica. And by bringing her flowers, I mean bringing flowers to her gravestone in the Conerian Naval Cemetery. She died serving active duty on the CMS Poseidon when an Anglar Lurker ambushed the ship. She was at the helm, as second lieutenant, an I was on the flight deck. She died valiantly, saving the captain, and all the other men and women who were with her. To this day I have not found another woman like her. Then again, I haven't been looking. I don't want to replace her. It wouldn't seem right.
"You look like you need some time off," Fox began, "we're all worried about you."
"The enemy never rests, Fox," I replied, without looking up, "What if I'm not here to help?"
"The team is well geared up to handle anything that might get thrown our way," he said, "you made sure of that. We'll be fine"
"No. I have a duty here."
Fox said nothing. I looked up at him again, only to see Krystal leaning on the doorframe behind him, a concerned look in her eyes. Fox hadn't noticed her, and he jumped a little when she spoke.
"You duty isn't to work yourself to death, Dresden. She wouldn't want that."
Oh no. Krystal played that card. Why did she have to play that card! She knows how angry I get when that card is out on the table.
"You do not have the right to tell me what she would have wanted!" I spat through clenched teeth. "You didn't know her, So don't. Even. Start."
Fox looked absolutely livid. I had spoken sharply to the object of his affection, and he took offense to that. But at the same time, he knew it was a sensitive topic for me. He also knew that I would never hurt Krystal, and that I tended to listen to Krystal more than anyone. Including myself, for that matter.
So instead of reacting with anger toward me, he simply turned around, and walked, or rather forced himself to march stiffly out of the room. Krystal nodded silent thanks to him, to which he didn't reply.
The Krystal turned to regard me with those striking turquoise eyes of hers. She kept her expression unreadable. "I think I might understand, Dresden, because if you were Fox, I would want you to take a break. You're working yourself too hard because you're trying to avoid thinking about her. You aren't sleeping. She'd say the same if she were here. You know that."
I tried to meet her gaze and tell her that she didn't know my love, and she didn't have the right to speak for her. But I couldn't. I couldn't meet those blue eyes because the person they belonged to was right. Those blue eyes could see right through me. She may have been a telepath, but she didn't need to use her ability to know when I was hurting as bad as I was. Instead, I folded my arms on my desk and let my head fall into them.
On a side note, letting your head fall on a desk isn't the smartest move when you're an anthropomorphic wolf with a muzzle that extends well beyond your face. Just before my forehead came to rest on my forearm, my nose hit the hard wood of the desk with a soft thunk. A grunt of annoyance escaped me, directed partially at my desk for being so hard, but mostly at me for being an idiot and letting my face hit the desk. I turned my face to the wall, rested my cheek on my elbow, and let out a sigh.
Krystal's face appeared in the topmost section of my peripheral as she knelt at the desk, one arm resting on the wooden surface, the other I couldn't see. She placed her chin in the crook of her elbow and regarded me with concern. I took a sudden fervent interest in the base of the desk lamp across from me. With the unseen arm she reached up and scratched at the top of my head, around my ears. I tried to voice my protest. I think it sounded something like "mmmmmmmmgh"
Krystal didn't speak. She simply continued scratching at my ears. I knew the gesture was of platonic concern, and it felt good. Really, really good. I guess I must have a tell, despite my efforts to conceal my pleasure, because she started scratching even harder. I realized that my tail was thumping against the side of my chair in an effort to wag. Stupid tail, giving me away like that. I felt my eyelids droop as exhaustion crept over me, and I decided that disciplining my rebellious appendage would have to wait until morning.
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First chapter is kinda short, I know. It was a shaky start
~~~~~~~~ Text Dump for Mobile users, or lazy furries. Whichever~~~~
Chapter 1
"Dresden," Fox said as he opened the door to my room. I didn't look up. I tried to say "don't you ever knock, Fox?" I think it came out as a grunt. A half assed, very tired grunt.
"Hey, big guy," said my visitor, "are you okay? You've been dark and gloomy lately."
Another grunt. "Aren't I always dark and gloomy?" I asked.
"Not this dark and gloomy. I've seen you go through phases, but none of those last more than a few days. You look like you haven't slept in weeks."
This time I did look up. "Is it that bad?" I asked him. He said nothing. Instead he walked over to my desk, to where I was sitting, and set a hand mirror down in front of me. It was turquoise. Must be Krystal's. I looked down.
I barely recognized the face that looked back at me. My image had disheveled, mangy looking fur that had clumped in several places. His eyes were bloodshot, sunken and had dark circles lining them. And his shirt was rumpled and stained in several places. He looked like death.
"Hells bells," I breathed, "I look like I was on the receiving end of a weapon I designed." I continued to stare at the mirror as my friend spoke again.
"One of the more successful designs," he agreed, "Is this about her?" The subtle emphasis on the word "her" conveyed more meaning to me than it would have anyone listening. I closed my eyes and nodded my head. He knew me well enough that there was no point in hiding it. So I spoke.
"Her twenty-sixth birthday is tomorrow. Usually I bring her flowers on her birthday."
The "her" in question of course, was the former love of my life, Veronica. And by bringing her flowers, I mean bringing flowers to her gravestone in the Conerian Naval Cemetery. She died serving active duty on the CMS Poseidon when an Anglar Lurker ambushed the ship. She was at the helm, as second lieutenant, an I was on the flight deck. She died valiantly, saving the captain, and all the other men and women who were with her. To this day I have not found another woman like her. Then again, I haven't been looking. I don't want to replace her. It wouldn't seem right.
"You look like you need some time off," Fox began, "we're all worried about you."
"The enemy never rests, Fox," I replied, without looking up, "What if I'm not here to help?"
"The team is well geared up to handle anything that might get thrown our way," he said, "you made sure of that. We'll be fine"
"No. I have a duty here."
Fox said nothing. I looked up at him again, only to see Krystal leaning on the doorframe behind him, a concerned look in her eyes. Fox hadn't noticed her, and he jumped a little when she spoke.
"You duty isn't to work yourself to death, Dresden. She wouldn't want that."
Oh no. Krystal played that card. Why did she have to play that card! She knows how angry I get when that card is out on the table.
"You do not have the right to tell me what she would have wanted!" I spat through clenched teeth. "You didn't know her, So don't. Even. Start."
Fox looked absolutely livid. I had spoken sharply to the object of his affection, and he took offense to that. But at the same time, he knew it was a sensitive topic for me. He also knew that I would never hurt Krystal, and that I tended to listen to Krystal more than anyone. Including myself, for that matter.
So instead of reacting with anger toward me, he simply turned around, and walked, or rather forced himself to march stiffly out of the room. Krystal nodded silent thanks to him, to which he didn't reply.
The Krystal turned to regard me with those striking turquoise eyes of hers. She kept her expression unreadable. "I think I might understand, Dresden, because if you were Fox, I would want you to take a break. You're working yourself too hard because you're trying to avoid thinking about her. You aren't sleeping. She'd say the same if she were here. You know that."
I tried to meet her gaze and tell her that she didn't know my love, and she didn't have the right to speak for her. But I couldn't. I couldn't meet those blue eyes because the person they belonged to was right. Those blue eyes could see right through me. She may have been a telepath, but she didn't need to use her ability to know when I was hurting as bad as I was. Instead, I folded my arms on my desk and let my head fall into them.
On a side note, letting your head fall on a desk isn't the smartest move when you're an anthropomorphic wolf with a muzzle that extends well beyond your face. Just before my forehead came to rest on my forearm, my nose hit the hard wood of the desk with a soft thunk. A grunt of annoyance escaped me, directed partially at my desk for being so hard, but mostly at me for being an idiot and letting my face hit the desk. I turned my face to the wall, rested my cheek on my elbow, and let out a sigh.
Krystal's face appeared in the topmost section of my peripheral as she knelt at the desk, one arm resting on the wooden surface, the other I couldn't see. She placed her chin in the crook of her elbow and regarded me with concern. I took a sudden fervent interest in the base of the desk lamp across from me. With the unseen arm she reached up and scratched at the top of my head, around my ears. I tried to voice my protest. I think it sounded something like "mmmmmmmmgh"
Krystal didn't speak. She simply continued scratching at my ears. I knew the gesture was of platonic concern, and it felt good. Really, really good. I guess I must have a tell, despite my efforts to conceal my pleasure, because she started scratching even harder. I realized that my tail was thumping against the side of my chair in an effort to wag. Stupid tail, giving me away like that. I felt my eyelids droop as exhaustion crept over me, and I decided that disciplining my rebellious appendage would have to wait until morning.
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First chapter is kinda short, I know. It was a shaky start
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