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Merry Christmas, everyone! Sky-Kaiser has returned!

Sorry I've been on hiatus for almost a month, but the action-packed part of the story is finally here. And now we’re gonna be writing some starfighting and battling like you may see in the games! Consider it a Christmas present to everyone who loves this story.

Thanks for the support, but flamers will pay for their insolence.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Fox, its characters, or any of its associated storylines.

Fox had traveled all over the galaxy with his team. Therefore, he knew how long it took to get between two planets using hyperdrive. This allowed him opportune moments, as he later managed to gain some ‘alone time’ after this briefing with Katt. A good way to end his day, falling asleep while spooning his new girlfriend.
Of course, they sort of paid for it, because they slept in late.
Fox and Katt were lying in bed, oblivious to the world around them as they slept happily next to each other. Then…
“FOX! KATT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET YOUR ASSES UP HERE! NOW!”
Falco’s voice on the loudspeakers made them amusingly jump up in bed, and they scrambled to get dressed as fast as possible. They then made a beeline to the bridge, where the other team members were waiting.
“About time!” snapped Falco. “You two are slower than turtles! I know, I’ve met some, and I’ve seen how sluggish they are.”
“We had to get dressed!” said Fox defensively. “We can’t go into battle naked!”
“Well, you still slept in late,” Falco snorted back. “I can screw the living daylights out of a chick one night, and wake up on time for work the next. You two are just slow!”
“OK, why are we talkin’ ‘bout our sex lives when we’d be better off worryin’ ‘bout the ornery sons-of-guns outside?!” shouted Lucy incredulously.
Fox and the team looked outside the bridge window. Fox suddenly recognized the design of the Narcissus-class Venomian Battlecruisers that Andrew Oikonny used in his rebellion. Fox could count at least 15. They were accompanied by swarms of Venomian fighter craft of varying shapes and sizes, and there were even Shogun Fighters zipping around: powerful prototype mechanoid battlesuits designed for nimble combat in space. The battloids were the same they fought back during the rebellion.
“Yeah…” Fox murmured. “This could be a problem…”
“So how do we fight those?” Amanda inquired.
“Easy,” said Fox, gesturing to his comrades as he turned to leave the bridge. “We fight fighters with fighters!”

“All fighters report in. Check your G-Diffuser systems.”
“Falco here. I’m fine.”
“Slippy speaking. I’m OK.”
“This is Katt. Good as can be.”
“Bill reporting. All systems go.”
“Here’s Amanda. Never better.”
“Lucy on the call. I’m ready.”
Three Arwings, followed by four assorted starfighters of various origins, soared forward in solid formation. Ahead lay the soon-to-be warzone: a virtual horizon of battle dead ahead. Several of the enemy ships moved to intercept trajectory as the seven foreign fighters made their way towards the opposing fleet. They were coming into range… right… about…
“NOW!”
The seven fighters scattered in several individual directions to take out their share of opposition. A few of the opposing fighters now moved in to intercept Fox, but he was ready. Fox pulled the trigger to his Arwing’s Hyper Lasers, and a volley of blue, piercing bolts of plasma spattered forward, cutting through the shields of several unfortunate fighters like a knife through hot butter. The remaining blasts of laser fire shattered the chassis of the fighters, blowing them to flaming balls of scrap.
Fox growled as more fighters – this time, ones shaped like butterflies – moved in front of him, spitting ion spheres at him. Fox responded to the oncoming projectiles with a barrel roll. A classic move, sure, but a stroke of genius from Slippy had made it a protective move. By releasing a swath of kinetic energy every time the wings were rapidly spun, it created an instant barrier, able to repel enemy fire. The barrel roll swatted the ion bolts away; one even slammed into one of the oncoming fighters, and it burst into flames. Pressing his finger to the trigger once again, he held the ‘fire’ button down. A red sphere of energy coalesced on the nose of the Arwing. Releasing and tapping the button again, the red sphere of energy launched forward, slamming into one of the remaining fighters. It released a shockwave upon impact, blowing the fighter who’d taken the blow – and the surrounding fighters – to space dust.
Strafing to the right, Fox’s crosshairs lined up with the brittle mid-section of one of the Battlecruisers. A barrage of laser fire sliced through the metal easily. Soon the ship was torn in half, flowers of flame blossoming all over the disintegrating vessel. The same fate befell the second cruiser, which was behind it. As the smoldering wrecks crumbled behind him, Fox was suddenly met head-on by a Shogun fighter, who had seemingly materialized from the receding ship.
“Crap,” Fox grumbled as the mech released six probes from its back, which homed in on the Arwing. Fox blasted them away before they made contact; they were guided mines.
The Shogun zipped around in front of Fox, releasing spatters of blaster fire. The orange lasers were met by barrel rolls, which casually reflected the oncoming blasts. The monkey in the mech seemed to be agitated with his foe, as he now charged the mech’s cannon. Suddenly, just as it looked like it was about to fire, it vanished.
“What?”
Then it phased back into reality a second later, and it let loose its impending blast. A large beam shot out towards Fox, and the mech swept the gun sideways, swinging the still-firing beam like a sword. Fox dodged… barely. The beam almost cut off one of his fins. Tilting his ship to the left, Fox released a volley of his own to answer the Shogun’s bold move. The armor plating on the Shogun’s chest crumbled upon repeated blasts, and the mech exploded. The pilot was just as unlucky.
Suddenly, the bright-pink starfighter Fox recognized as the Sky Bunny streaked across his view, tailed by a trio of relentless fighters, firing a barrage of energy after her.
“CONSARN IT!” Lucy was yelling over the comm channel. “FOX! GET THESE GOONS OFF MY TAIL!”
One burst of red energy later, the offending fighters decomposed into flaming wrecks.
“Whew!” sighed Lucy as she flew off again. “I owe ya, Fox…”
“Don’t mention it, Lucy…” said Fox.
More fighters lined up in front of Fox to take their shots. The sky was alight with laser fire as deadly bolts of plasma streaked back and forth. Blue blasts went one way, red blasts the other. The end result, however, was never in question. Fox streaked through the accumulating explosions, carbon scoring present on his wings.
Once clear of the smoke, he heard Katt over the comm, whose fighter had chosen that moment to sidle up next to him. “Hey, Tiger,” she said. “I’ve gone and taken care of my share. The others said they’d be finishing up with theirs right now.”
As if on cue, the five other members of Star Fox appeared. Looking into the Arwing’s rear-view cameras, Fox noticed the literal army of destroyed ships behind him.
“Nicely done, team,” said Fox. “Now, we gang up on the rest of these goonies.”
“Roger!” replied the team, circling around Fox’s Arwing to create a hexagonal formation.
“Let’s show these monkeys what they’ve gotten themselves into,” Falco called into the comm.
In deadly formation, the seven fighters spiraled toward the next Battlecruiser. Laser fire focused upon the center, and soon it was falling to pieces. The assorted fighters pulled up as soon as the Battlecruiser was bisected.
“Great Fox will cover you,” called out ROB as the Great Fox followed behind. Powerful bursts of plasma sliced through two more Battlecruisers, as well as several other fighters that were unlucky enough to get in the path of the Great Fox’s aim. Several explosions out of the corner of Fox’s eyes told him his wingmates had dealt with the ones he and ROB had missed.
A couple more Battlecruisers lay ahead, and their cannons were ablaze. Across the comm channel as they intercepted enemy transmissions, they were receiving panicked cries along the lines of “STOP THEM!” “THEY’LL KILL US ALL!” “DON’T LET THEM BREAK THROUGH!”
“Time to say goodnight!” cried out Fox as he launched a Nova Bomb into one of the remaining Battlecruisers. The comm channel filled with terrified and agonized screams of enemy troops as their ship was bifurcated by the initial blast of the bomb. The only remaining Battlecruiser instantly turned around (albeit rather slowly), as if to escape, but the Cat’s Paw had already intercepted it.
“You mess with a cat, and you get scratched!” Katt yowled as a volley of blue blasts crippled the vessel beyond repair.
As the final Battlecruiser slowly degraded in flames, the remaining fighters sped off, fleeing for their lives into deep space as they hoped to put as much distance between them and the Star Fox team: the seven single-pilot fighters that had just wiped out their fleet.
“All aircraft report!” called out Fox as the fighters grouped back together alongside Great Fox.
“You worry about your own hide, Fox,” said Falco. “They never even touched me.”
“All systems at optimum capacity,” added Slippy. “I think I’m improving!”
“I’m fine, I’m fine!” squeaked Amanda.
“Never better, Fox,” came Bill’s reply.
“I got a little shaken up, but I’m okeydokey,” was Lucy’s report.
“Worrying about little old me?” tittered Katt. “Flattering… but I’m totally dandy, big boy.”
These assertions of safety brought comfort to Fox as they made for the planet ahead. He was glad to hear things were on to a smooth start. He made his review into the comm. “Good work, guys. Katt, glad you’re OK. Lucy, Amanda, you did well out there. Be a little more careful, though, Luce.”
“Roger,” replied Lucy.
“Alright, guys…” said Fox as Macbeth drew near. “Prep your ships for re-entry mode. We’re entering Macbeth airspace!”

A veritable warzone made up the entirety of the Macbeth Weapons Facility. Desperate Cornerian soldiers engaged in combat with countless amounts of Oikinnian troops. The army of fanatical zealots had taken over the majority of the weapons depot, and now had most of the remaining Cornerian forces pinned in a small department on the east side of the facility. About a few hundred soldiers tried to hold their own against the oncoming army.
A golden eagle with a major’s official uniform and war etched into his eyes was reloading his assault rifle. He was replacing the emptied fuel cell in his rifle with one that was full, preparing to release death upon the oncoming horde. Pulling himself out from cover, he curled a feather like a finger around the trigger, and a spatter of laser fire flashed into the oncoming horde. An unfortunate ape choked as his throat was pierced by a stray bolt, and the soldier alongside him fell to the ground without a scream, his forehead having a smoking hole in it.
“Come on, you stinking primates!” shouted the eagle. “You won’t take this place without a fight! Oikonny wants it, he’s gonna have to work for it!”
The Cornerian forces fought valiantly as they held the enemy back. They were small and cornered, but these men fought for the safety of Lylat; these monkeys wouldn’t jeopardize the future of this star system. But the enemy still made to advance, barely flinching from the Cornerian defense. Then, to make bad things worse, several dropships of Venomian origin began to descend, dropping enemy tanks onto the battlefield. Lasers and rockets flew back and forth, but with the addition of the tanks, the enemy’s advance grew more obvious.
“Damn it,” growled the eagle, whilst reloading. “They’re calling in the heavy artillery.”
Next to him, a surly bulldog with a rocket launcher slung over his shoulder slid into cover alongside his superior.
“Bruiser! Status report!”
“It isn’t looking good,” said the bulldog named Bruiser. “We have some heavy weaponry to use against the enemy, but we’re running out of ammo fast. They have the majority of the facility, and this is our only cover place.” He then fired a rocket at one of the tanks, but he didn’t look to see whether it hit or not, because he ducked back down again. “We won’t be able to hold out much longer unless reinforcements arrive. Time is running out, Major.”
“Aww… shit,” the major cursed. “And we don’t have much time before we’re overrun. We’re gonna run out of ammo soon, but they won’t. They got us in checkmate; we’re screwed.”
“Maybe not,” said a female fennec fox next to the eagle. “If anything, maybe we can expect Star Fox.”
“Or Star Wolf,” added Bruiser. “But that’s only if we’re lucky.”
“Not to be skeptical,” said the eagle, “but are you really convinced that they’ll send Star Fox of all people to help us?”
“Well, if I know Fox McCloud… and I do…”
BOOM!
One of the tanks had abruptly combusted in a sphere of fire. The two armies looked in confusion as they searched for a clue as to what happened.
Then several blasts of plasma streaked towards a few more of the tanks. With consecutive explosions, the tanks were neutralized. Then seven starfighters streaked across the sky before circling around to unleash a veritable hailstorm of white-hot energy on the Venomians.

“…then he’ll be making a hell of an entrance,” finished the fennec woman.

Just as true to the fennec’s word, the three lead fighters – clearly Arwings – lowered altitude to streak across the ground. Then, they abruptly transfigured, metal appendages flipping around and reconfiguring before landing on the ground as bird-like mechs, which planted down on their triple-toed feet and began sprinting across the battlefield, blasting everything in sight. Monkeys were cut down and tanks were blown sky-high by the oncoming Arwing Walkers as they sent the Venomians into disarray.

“Well, I’ll be damned…” mumbled the eagle.

While the four other fighters took out any ships residing in the sky or just too slow to retreat, the Walkers jumped in front of the bunker and opened fire once again at the enemy on the ground. In that short amount of time, the enemy was thrown into a panic, as their artillery was gone, and the majority of their troops were getting slaughtered. The Venomian army ran for it; those that were too slow in running were shot down or blown to pieces. Soon enough, the remaining Venomian forces had beaten a hasty retreat for the favor of keeping their lives.

The Cornerians promptly began to cheer for their saviors, who they recognized was none other than the most famed group of mercenaries that Lylat recognized and loved.

As the three Arwing Walkers marched into the base, they were flanked by a large group of admirers, who were cheering loudly to see Star Fox and their companions. The miscellaneous designs of the four other fighters belonging to Star Fox were also crowded by men and women wanting to lay their eyes on their heroes. Soon after docking their fighters, the seven members of Star Fox were surrounded and crowded. Fox reflected on his time as a soldier of the Cornerian army as he walked through the crowd.
As the throngs pushed and shoved around them, Katt took the opportunity to say to Fox, “I want a Walker.”
“Don’t worry, Katt,” said Fox. “After we get paid for this mission, we’ll buy the parts for four more Arwings, and Slippy can build pretty fast.”
“Sounds good.” Katt said. One little pause later, she added, “I’m not selling my Cat’s Paw, though.”
“You don’t have to,” replied Fox. “You can keep it at home for free-flying.”
“Fine with me, Tiger,” said Katt.
Suddenly, a jarring cry of “FOX!” caught the attention of the pilots, just in time for Fox to be met with a bonecrushing hug from a fennec fox who had seemingly jumped out of nowhere.
“Oh, Fox, it’s really you! I don’t believe it, it is you!”
“Uh… hey, I… you have me at a disadvantage…” Fox managed to sputter out.
“And I don’t appreciate you on my boyfriend the way you are,” added Katt tartly.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Fox,” said the newcomer, not really acknowledging Katt. “It’s been so long.”
And she removed herself to reveal who she was. Her fur was a fair tan, and her eyes were a grassy green, much like Fox’s. Her ears were rather long, even for a fennec, sticking horizontally to the side. She was clad in a black body glove with lightweight plates of armor of light-grey coloration. A small insignia and rank plaque were engraved into her breastplate. A pink helmet piece something like Fox’s was draped over her cranium and the sides of her cheeks.
Realization washed over Fox’s face as he suddenly found himself remembering who this girl was.
“No…” he said disbelievingly, a goofy grin curling his lips. “Come on… it isn’t you, is it? Fara Phoenix?”
“Hi, Foxy,” the fennec replied simply. “It’s been a while.”
This time, Fox hugged her, and Fara returned the embrace. Fox could hardly believe it was Fara. He hadn’t seen her since the Academy. He was probably expecting a much ruder approach given the way he left after his father’s death, but that was nothing more than a worrywart scenario now. Fara had welcomed him with open arms, so there was no need to fear. Memories of him in the Academy flooded back as he remembered his time serving alongside Bill and Fara…
“Fox, is it really–? It’s Fara?! Hey, Fara!”
Oh, yeah. Of course, Bill would want to say hello.
Bill pushed himself out from behind Slippy and Amanda to see, and he soon made to embrace the fennec fox as warmly as Fox had.
“Dang, Fara, it’s been a while!” said Bill, separating from Fara to look her in the face. “And you’ve been making good for yourself, I hope.”
“Well,” said Fara. “It was a little rough a few minutes before you got here… but right now, I’m just glad to be fighting scumbags like Andrew Oikonny’s lackeys, so…”
“Andrew? He’s here?” Slippy started up at the mention of Andross’s nephew. “That stupid monkey won’t behave!”
“Well, actually, we don’t know if he’s actually here,” said Fara. “But these are his men, without a doubt. He’s obsessed with continuing his uncle’s dynasty.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” said Falco. “He takes after his uncle in a bad way.”
It was definitely true that Andrew Oikonny wanted nothing more than to finish what his grandfather started. When Fox and his team fought him during his first rebellion, he transformed his flagship into a mecha resembling his head and hands alone from its body, much like the cyborg form of Andross consisted of. More so, he allied with the Anglars during the Anglar Blitz, happy to team himself up with creatures that came from the ruins of Andross’s empire, as they were a race of unintentional bioweapons. They were created by a mixture of old chemicals created by the Venomian Empire which found their way into the noxious seas of Venom, and it created a bio-primordial soup of sorts. That was where the Anglars came from. It wasn’t anything in sync with evolution – not really – it was more like an unpredicted accident of science. The point, however, was that Andrew was a threat. He was after total monarchy of Lylat, and he wouldn’t stop until he achieved this villainous goal.
“Andrew also likes to talk a lot of trash about you, Fox,” said Fara. “He considers you his mortal enemy since you killed his uncle. I think he wants to be the big bad in your story.”
Fox chuckled. How nice that Andrew considered him someone to be wary of.
“Well, I’m flattered,” he said. “But he’ll have to wait and take me out for dinner later. I’m already spoken for.”
“Hello!” said Katt, raising her hand like a student wanting to gain a teacher’s attention.
“You mean this is your girlfriend?” gasped Fara. “Wow, Fox, you must’ve hit the jackpot here! She’s beautiful!”
Fox brought Fara a little closer to shake hands with Katt.
“Fara, this is Katt Monroe. Katt, you’ve heard of Fara.”
“Yes, I have,” said Katt. “I heard you two had a bit of a fling before Fox decided to leave.”
“Yeah, but Fox had to do what he did best,” admitted Fara. “Regardless, you’re a lucky girl, Katt Monroe. Fox is probably the best man you’ll ever find out there.”
“I second that,” Katt replied, giggling. “He sure is a real man.”
Not catching the hidden innuendo (or just not caring), Fara turned to Fox. “So, Fox,” said Fara. “You’re here to help us deal with the pests?”
“Yup,” said Fox. “Andrew may think he can take over this galaxy, but I can stop him.”
“I’d still say you need more information than what my subordinate has told you and what you already know,” said a voice Fox didn’t recognize.
Quickly, Fara pulled an about-face and saluted the oncoming character with an audible “Ten… HUT!” Fox, supposing that the arrival was someone of importance, saluted. The rest of the Star Fox team followed suit (Falco and Katt were sort of clumsy with their salutes – their backgrounds weren’t military, after all.). A middle-aged golden eagle stood proud and erect before Fox and his friends. He was tall, taller than even the particularly tall Falco, and clad in a blue major’s uniform, indicating his rank. A large insignia plaque adorned the front of his uniform, indicating medals for valiance upon the battlefield. Several medals were buttoned to the other side of his uniform, a few ribbons here and there as well. A name tag with faded writing was upon his suit, but the golden letters in his name were so scratched (from previous battle most likely) that it was nigh unintelligible. A few silver lines were etched across his feathers, a natural design that appeared slightly alien to his race. A fire in his eyes was prominent, showing a great ambition hidden within his soul.
“At ease,” he said, and the numerous men and women in his presence dropped their hands. Falco and Katt sighed thankfully; military protocol was really not their thing.
“Glad to see you here, Star Fox,” said the eagle. “I’m not really a fan of having to stand aside and let someone else do my job, but you’re here to help us, and I won’t push an offer of assistance aside.”
“Well, we do want to help,” said Fox. “You can trust us on that, sir. Forget the fact we work for money, we help anyone and everyone.”
“Glad someone does,” said the eagle. “Major Cyrus J. Featherall, acting general of the forces stationed here on Macbeth since several of my superiors perished fighting the enemy.”
“Well, you don’t need to worry, Major,” said Fox. “We’re here to help stop Andrew, and hopefully for good this time.”
“You sound confident in that,” said Major Featherall. “I guess your confidence is well-deserved, given your past record.”
“I may be ex-military,” said Fox. “But I know where my loyalties lie.”
“Good to hear.” Featherall put his wings – which could count for hands – on his hips as he continued. “I suppose you’re quite curious about what Oikonny’s goons are doing.”
“Quite,” said Fox.
“Yeah, we need to teach that no-good monkey a lesson!” piped up Slippy, playfully throwing some left and right hooks in mid-air.
“I like your spirit, boy,” chuckled the major, looking down at the shadow-boxing toad. “But don’t get overconfident. Too many soldiers die that way.”
Slippy quickly snapped back into his former attentive status.
“I believe we should discuss what the enemy is doing at our makeshift war room,” said Featherall. “We set up a holo-map to oversee the status of the facility. And I’d be glad to talk about this kind of situation…” – he suddenly turned to a pair of bumbling officers who had just dropped a crate full of ammunition for heavy weapons – “…with people who know what they’re DOING!!!”
The two fools quickly started picking up the dropped ammo like they were in a TV show in fast-forward. Then they sealed the crates and ran like hell. Fox, Katt, Fara and the others laughed as they shot off like rockets. Deep down, Fox sort of felt sorry for Major Featherall. He had to deal with guys like those two bumblers every day.
No wonder he was the best that Lylat had…

So, how’d I do? I’m kinda better doing boss fights and sex scenes, but I hope I nailed the starfighting in the bud.
For all who've read the comics, you'll be glad to see Fara Phoenix again, I'm sure. Also, my first Star Fox OC, Major Cyrus Featherall… I hope you like him. But I must be careful, as OCs are a sketchy business.
Remember to rate and review, people, and I’ll see you next update!

Sky-Kaiser out.