Hello once more, my dear readers! Puppet_Master2013 here with the update everyone and I mean EVERYONE is waiting for. I hoped you enjoyed the first half of the first chapter, yes its long but at least it provides a massive insight into the Star Fox universe I'm shaping. 3 reviews in just 24 hours! I'm impressed even with myself *like a sir.
The first few, oh I don't know, 10-15 chapters? will feature First Contact, how things went South, how the Operative got caught (contains Modern Warfare stuff) and finally, war (Battlefield 3, nuff said )
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So, this update will finally bring a close to chapter 1 and open up doors to Chapter 2. Once more, I would like to remind readers the Star Fox universe is owned rightly and legally by Nintendo but the OCs are mine and mine alone. Now what this second half of Chapter 1 seeks to accomplish is sliced into three parts.
1) Brief Phillips and Krystal's interaction followed by other members of Team Star-Fox (No they will not fall in love, both are married and Phillips has kids)
2) Starring General Pepper and Peppy Hare along with other Cornerian Military Higher-Ups
3) More Human-Cornerian Interaction
Without further ado, I present to you, Chapter 1 Part 2!
The alien's mind was a flurry of moving pictures, it was like trying to watch a movie with its scenes jumbled up. The being may be unconscious but he was aware of another presence in his mind, and reacted by thrashing about which causing the memories all around Krystal to present itself in front of her in the form of blurry, random images .
'I need to calm him down or It'll be like finding a needle in a memory stack,' she thought. Krystal concentrated hard trying to calm the alien with her telepathic powers, it did not work sadly for he was too agitated for her abilities to work on him and there was the risk of severe repercussions should Krystal continue to use her abilities.
With a defeated sigh, the Vixen decided to simply go with the flow of memories zipping past her, perhaps the answers she sought would be revealed soon enough. Before long, the being slowly relaxed to the unknown presence in his mind and the memories began moving at a considerably slower pace. The Vixen reached out and tapped a random memory to her right with her index finger. She disappeared from sight almost on contact with the semi liquid memory, actually she was inside the memory she touched moments ago, spectating the events that has come to pass.
She saw a great many things, from the time he was a boy who barely any hair on his head, laughing and skipping with his friends in nothing but a singlet. Judging from the background environment, he was in what appears to be a primitive village filled with attap houses; quite the contradiction to the technologically advanced space-craft he piloted several minutes ago when they made contact. She saw him and his friends teasing girls in school as a young adolescent male wearing a simple white buttoned shirt, long blue pants and decked in grey sneakers. His friends whom were all male were in the same state of clothing, the only difference were the shoes each of them wore. The females ended the uniform's similarity in a knee-length blouse. The way these people dressed themselves were similar to that of Cornerians with the only exception so far were their students' dress code.
'They are so much like us, yet so different in many ways.' thought the telepath with a sense of awe. As an adolescent, his hair was long up to the point it threatened to cover his eyes and his body frame was, in kinder terms, rather lacking in muscles. The females of his species were generally shorter, had wider hips, meant for carrying offsprings in their wombs and had mammaries (boobs) on the front of their chests indicating the nature of his species as warm blooded mammals. Krystal could not help but giggle when he was trying to impress a crush of his by climbing the school's high rise wall and only to fall flat on his ass. His crush in turn rolled her eyes.
The memory before her slowly faded then disintegrated to another image, this time of him with the same girl hand in hand, walking alongside a street of some sort filled with many other similar beings. 'Ah, so he managed to score after all,' thought the Vixen with an smirk on his face. She took in the background the young alien and his girlfriend were in. It depicted Corneria back before the first Lylat Wars, not as advanced or pleasing to the eyes but still a sign of technological advancement.
The image shifted into that of an apartment. Krystal could recognize much of the furniture present inside the same as those on Corneria. From Toasters, sofas, vases, to the dining table and oven. The door to Krystal's left swung wide opened and laughter filled her ears, it was the two yet again and they were drunk. They spoke in a language that differed from Cornerian, in a sense it was harshly enunciated. The two beings walked through Krystal, unaware she was even there and began to lie on a sofa and began to make out, and things got rather erotic from there on but it disintegrated once more, a mercy to the Vixen who had no intention of watching them mate.
The next image showed the alien being ushered into a twin-fanned aircraft with several others of his species but they looked different. For one, where the alien and his girlfriend were a shady tan in colour, the ones that got onto the transport with him were much paler and taller in comparison. The paler ones spoke Cornerian smoothly, with no accents as such. Inside the vehicle, the lights had faded into a rusty reddish tint and the men were silent. The being whose mind was now shared with Krystal sat a corner, holding onto a pendant. It was open and Krystal bent over to look at the writing inscribed.
'Phillips and Maria, now and forever'
'Phillips. Is that your name?' she thought aloud, without warning whatsoever, the image of the being known as 'Phillips' melted. Vaporized was the right word to describe what happened. In fact, all the other memories were disappearing one by one before the Vixen which meant one thing, the human is beginning to stir.
Phillips felt the foreign presence in his mind recede. Truth be told he was freaked out when he felt it probing around his memories but now that it was going away, he felt relaxed more than ever. He thought back about the aliens who held him captive. They were so real, the furs, the guns and even the stale air of their ship felt so real.
'Probably just a nightmare,' thought the Fillipino, dismissing what had happened just now nothing more as a trick of the mind. He probably was still back at home, lying on his bed and a few hours out before the real job took place.
Phillips slowly began gaining control of his physical self, his fingers and toes twitched, his back itched and his eyes rolled around, causing an REM. Not a moment too soon the prospector snapped his eyes wide open and a gasp for breath escaped his lips as he sat up. Artificial lights stung his eyes once more and he had to wait for his eyes to adapt by blinking. Once he was done the first thing he did was curse in Tagalog at the headache creeping up. The Prospector felt a presence beside him. He assumed it was Maria and let fly his opinion on the dream he had just now.
"Maria, hindi mo ay naniniwala na ito, ako ay ang pinaka fucked hanggang panaginip kailanman. Ako ay nakunan ng mga dayuhan, sila ay tumingin tulad ng tinutubuan hayop at - oh aking diyos!"
His tone changed to that of a scream when he had a good look of just who he was talking to. It was that alien from before in his dream, the one he could not identify besides its others companions; the bird and the fox. His mind went blank on the spot and did the only kind of response he could think of. Fall over the bed. Which he did and tried to back away from the advancing alien.
'You stay back! Manatili ang koyat sa likod!" He cried and snatched a medical scalpel lying innocently atop a tray before setting it between himself and the alien. He may be out of touch with whatever the army had taught him but he'd be damned if he didn't at least gave this bitch a paper cut. The alien before him remained calm and collected, the blaster given to her by Fox still holstered. There was no need for violence, the being before her is just delirious and frightened. "Calm down, Phillips nobody is here to harm you." its voice was smooth and feminine with a thick latch South British Accent. The alien/human/prospector known as Phillips widened his eyes, how did she know his name?
"How do you know my name?" he growled, trying to make himself intimidating, his 'weapon' pointed towards her, as if a simple scalpel could hurt Krystal McCloud. She'd faced Apparoids, pirates, Andross' cronies, Venomians and other horrors of Lylat, a simple medical cutting tool wasn't going to end her. 'What's he going to do? Give me and the baby a paper cut?' thought the Cerinian, partly amused.
"Tell me!" his voice raised dramatically, unfortunately it caught the attention of the droid, ROB and he promptly alerted the rest of Team Star Fox. They would be in the room in less than a minute, guns blazing. "Calm down will you? You're scaring the baby." said Krystal as she patted her belly. Phillips' expression was priceless, in such a situation this, this, thing could still toy with him? Phillips is not amused. Not one bit. "If you think I'm playing around, you're wrong, I am pregnant. Now please, put the scalpel down." He hesitantly did as told after he spotted the blaster in holstered at her thigh. If she had wanted to take him down, she'd have done so immediately. "Your name is Phillips, is it not?"
The being before her nodded slowly and tossed it aside. "How, how do you know?" he swallowed nervously, honestly things are getting stranger by the minute, he has never met this thing in his entire life and yet IT knows him. The Vixen sighed before replying. "I read your mind while you were unconscious, I apologize for doing so, I was curious about you."
Phillips studied the alien before her in wonder. Telepathy? That explains a lot. 'Wait, then that must mean,'
"It was you wasn't it?" He inquired suddenly, catching Krystal off guard. "I'm, sorry what?" Phillips sighed and mentally kicked himself for not being revealing any detail in his question just now.
"It was you, wasn't it, that presence I felt in my mind when I was knocked out?" Before Krystal could re-affirm his suspicions the door behind the alien woman flung wide open, and in came the Fox, the bird and a Frog of all things. They were armed and had Phillips in their sights. "Whoa, easy, easy Mister Alien!" cried the Frog. "Back away from my wife or I'll have you taste laser bolts." growled the fox. 'Wife?, so he must be the father,' thought the prospector as he backed away, arms on his head. The alien woman who he had been talking to for the past, one minute and a half slapped the gun down from her husband's hands, throwing him off aim and startling the others. "Wait, Fox, he means us no harm he's just scared out of his wits." Slowly Fox signaled his team to lower their weapons who did so without question. Out of the blue, the communicator on Fox's ear vibrated and he immediately answered, It was ROB.
"Fox McCloud, General Pepper wishes to speak to you in the Briefing Room pending the space anomaly. The General also requests that you bring the alien as well.
The Vulpine walks towards the door, away from the others as he spoke quietly, rubbing his index finger and thumb as he does so. The prospector could only guess what was going on with that Fox, in the meantime, he was surrounded by 3 aliens who were unsure if they should register him as a threat. He cracked a nervous smile at his captors hoping to ease the tension which thankfully it did. That Frog thing smiled back, it was not something Phillips ever wanted to see again. Fox came back into the fray, his snout bristling with both excitement and worry.
"You, with me, to the bridge." he spoke grimly, blaster held from the hip with the business end pointed at Phillips. Falco and Slippy looked to their 'glorious leader' questioning if it was the right decision to bring a stranger aboard the Great Fox II's bridge. The Vulpine sighed as he looked at them, especially Phillips. "Cornerian High Command's got their panties in a bunch, General Pepper wants to see us including him," He jabs the blaster to the alien, whose facial expression was that of confusion, "To sort this out."
Falco rolled his eyes as the group plus the human prospector marched off to the bridge, "Of course they are, I mean a mysterious bipedal aliens show up out of nowhere, same language as us, the same writing but we've never met em' before. It's like deja vu, remember the Anglars and the Apparoids?" Phillips could see the others visibly stiffen before the telepathic alien spoke up, "I see your point, Lobardi but might I remind you we beat the Anglars plus the Apparoids aren't bipedal at all." The bird alien turned a shade of red before huffing quietly, hoping Krystal wouldn't hear him. "I heard you, I wonder what Fox'll say about this." Falco whirled around terror etched on his face. "You wouldn't," growled the bird with narrowed eyes while the Krystal shrugged with a mischievous grin. Slippy could not help but guffaw loudly and his reward for doing so was rifle butt the the side. "Ow!" he gurgled before moving along upon realizing he was causing an ingestion for blocking the hallway with his stocky self.
The being known as Phillips said nothing, for he wasn't properly listening to the two aliens bicker. He was steeling himself on what was coming. 'This general probably wants to lock me up and use me as a lab rat, like all the other sci-fi movies I've watched since I was a boy. Okay, I really should stop mindfucking myself, I just have to hope his type are way more reasonable than them.' thought the prospector grimly. Things were taking a turn for the worst.
The bridge was vibrantly colored compared to the sleek metallic grey human ships had. In it was a robot typing away on a console. The prospector had seen his fair share of droids and robots aboard ships before but this one is probably the most creepiest of all. Its like somebody cobbled this thing together with scrap and spare parts. "ROB!" called out the Fox alien. "Fox McCloud, General Pepper is on hold, line 1. Shall I put him on main screen?" Fox nodded, ready for the briefing and inevitably handing this alien who'd threaten the safety of his wife into military hands. The old hound was surprisingly ever active in his position as a General Of The Armies, men like him should have retired years ago not because they needed it but because they deserve it for all they've sacrificed. "Fox," he croaked and nodded curtly as a form of greeting for old friends of his, old age had tampered with his voice. McCloud saluted in respect for this monumental great friend of his.
"General, good to see you, you old dog." Pepper scowled and waved his hand dismissively when Fox called him by his rank.
"Bah, call me George, my rank makes me sound old, bad enough my grandpups call me 'Grandad Pepper,'" The team tried their best to stiffle their laughter. "So how's the pup coming along?" asked the hound in a casual tone.
"She's in good shape within 3 more months we can get a fix if it's a boy or girl, in the meantime Its hard for me to focus on the job when someone insists on flying the Arwing even though she's pregnant." Krystal rolled her eyes at that. "Oh please, 3 months pregnant and I still beat you in simulations," Before her husband could get out a witty reply, Pepper saw fit to get down his business. "Jokes aside, McCloud, the Command staff here's getting a little jumpy. They think its going to be just like the Anglar Blitz once again. Idiots, the lot of them. Where is he by the way?"
The 'he' in question refers to Phillips and the team parted ways for the General to have a good look at him. 'It' doesn't look like any of Andross' creations that's for sure. No fur, just hair on his head, a beard, some patches on his arms and that's just about it. It's even dressed like a Cornerian businessman. Pepper leaned closer onto the screen, his eyes boring deep into Phillips', "What are you?" it was more of a mumble than a question. The team looked at the prospector for an answer. "I, I'm a human being, we're known as Homo-Sapiens but otherwise call ourselves Terrans." his accent sounded, weird , like a parody of sort. The general recoiled back, clearly stunned. "Did he just, you, you speak Cornerian?"
'Cornerian? Is that what English is to these aliens?' thought the Fillipino. He answered right away, trying to get his voice sound confident, "Uhm, Yes and no, what you call Cornerian is known as English. It is the most dominant language among our species, of the many other thousand languages spoken." The Star Fox team and pepper were astounded by what he said, well it explains his funny accent since this 'English' is probably not his first language. "So many languages?" asked Krystal in awe. He shifted focus to her, "Yes, my race is segregated by our skin colour, red, white, yellow, black and brown and each have their own languages." Somehow, the Cornerians could not imagine having someone as Phillips with white skin tone. "Terrans you say? fascinating lot your kind is. I look forward in meeting you face to face. So, Fox, once your ship enters the Home System, you're to send him over to us for further questioning. Your team and yourself are welcome to come along to spectate." The prospector tried to voice his opinion on the matter. They were discussing how to process him and acting as if he's not even there! Before he could do much as shout "Hey!" the link between the Fox and that general was cut. Seriously, what kind of General wears red?
Fox left without a word, his hand yanking hard on Krystal's and the door closed shut with a merciful ping. Obviously this was one of those husband-wife-argument moments and best left private.
"You, follow me to the hangar." Falco said with a wave of his blaster. Phillips complied and as the two walked to the hangar. "Uhh, Falco right?" The bird didn't so much as glanced back in his direction as he nodded. "What's going to happen to my ship? It's a company asset so I wouldn't want it to get poked around later on by soldiers and scientists." Falco waved his hand, or wing dismissively, ducking to avoid a vent shaft too low for comfort, Phillips mimicked his motion soon after. "Your ship'll be fine. Fox couldn't get past your security system. Whatever you people use as a firewall shits on even our best hacking tools, besides, there's nothing valuable anyways inside it."
Phillips came to an abrupt halt. His voice strained at what these 'Cornerians' had done. "You entered my ship and went through my things?" Falco cocked his head sideways, "Actually, it was just Fox who went in, why? Is there a problem?"
'These people are animals. No sense of respect for private property!' raged the Terran. "Oh nothing, just that I didn't expect you to enter a stranger's house, eat their food, sleep on their bed as and when you like. Is this sort of thing common in your species?"
Falco whirled around, "Aww, come on! We got no time for this, You'd do it just to check if the stranger may be hiding weapons or a bomb inside, right?"
"There, I rest my case, Now lets go, we're dropping out of FTL in, 2 minutes 47 seconds. I wanna be in the dropship to save the hassle time." The duo got moving once more, avoiding the occasional steam hissing out of the pipes and nearby vents as they go. Finally they came to a lift and Falco motioned Phillips with the blaster in his hands to get inside and wait quietly while he waits for Fox and Krystal.
Husband and wife came soon enough, panting as they got to Falco.
"Jeez, where were you guys? Krystal go easy on yourself, wouldn't want anything happen to the kid." Krystal and Fox apparently had sprinted to catch up with the bird. Earlier on, they went to have a little chat about what happened back at the medical deck.
*Flashback, 5 minutes ago
They were in their private quarters, the minute Fox closed the door, pandemonium broke out.
"That was too close back there. He almost attacked you with that scalpel. This is the final straw, you're to remain aboard the ship until the baby is born."
"Fox, stop it, I'm fine, the baby's fine. What has gotten into you?"
Fox's voice was a tad louder than his wife's.
"What has gotten into me? What has gotten into you! I never should have left you with him. He was armed an were lucky ROB alerted us or else -"
"Fox Leonard McCloud, are you even listening to yourself? You're the delirious one, Phillips, that's his name, use it, he was unarmed by the time you came in. I can handle myself Mister and if you don't like how I handle things you can very well take a hike."
"I am your husband, and you are pregnant with my child, I have a fucking responsibility towards you two, and I cannot. I will not forgive myself, ever, if either of you get hurt even the slightest. You're both too important."
"Fox, you can't always protect everyone -"
"Yes, I can,"
"Look, the baby is my responsibility too, I've handled all kinds of dangers, a confused being with a scalpel cant touch me even if I had one hand tied behind my back."
"I know Krystal, but -"
"Alright, I'll stay on the ship until the baby's born -"
"That's all I'm asking for-"
"But. But at least allow me to watch the interrogation. Please? There's a lot of questions I have for this Terran."
"I can't change your mind on this now, can I?"
"Alright Krystal, this is the last time you'll leave the 's escorting the Terran onto the dropship as we speak, if we hurry we can catch up."
"Race you there" Krystal palmed the scanner before taking off.
"Hey, wait, the baby! Argh, dammit!"
The Great Fox II exited FTL, it was now in high orbit over Corneria. It was cleared to dock on one of the space stations, from there the dropship containing Team Star Fox and company would be flown onto the surface where General Pepper had mobilized a low-profile convoy armed with Cornerian Secret Service instead of the Marines.
Fox tore the slip of paper which spilt out of ROB. He skimmed through the contents before crushing it in his hands and sent it on a one-way trip to the dustbin. "Alright, General Pepper has Cornerian Secret Service guys waiting on us over the surface, Falco, take us in nice and slow." The bird said nothing as he kicked the gear in. Slippy was back at the Great Fox, performing maintenance checks on the Arwings. Phillips was in the back of the dropship, answering more of Krystal's questions.
"I saw you being hauled into an aerial vehicle along with others of your kind in one of your memories. Could you tell me what was that about?"
"Oh, that was over 30 years ago. I was drafted into military service, its mandatory where I'm from. Terran males who are fit both mentally and physically at the age of 17 are to serve 3 years of military service. Once we're done with that, for the next 10 years we will be considered Operationally-Ready-Men, meaning we can be activated for duty when the need arises."
"I see, what about the men with you aboard the vehicle, most of them didn't have the same skin tone as yours, was this what you meant by the racial segregation?"
"Correct, they are from the WUC or Western Coalition. My government is comprised of different factions of our race, unified into one organization. The factions are conglomerations of a specific race. For example, I'm a Fillipino, from the Asian race, Asians are those born into or descended from Terrans situated in Asia, a continent from our home planet. As such we form the ASEAN organization, one of the many factions I told you earlier on."
"It's very confusing to understand, but I have a rough idea of what you mean. And you mentioned this Western European Coalition, its another faction of your race, correct?"
"Yes, they are from the continent of Europe, but instead of the entire continent wholly united, it was divided into the WUC and EEP, East European Protectorate."
"Interesting, your people have so many factions, why is that so? Why not just be united instead of forming different factions and be held together as a single governing body?"
Before the Terran prospector could provide an answer for the question given, the dropship had landed on the space port. Fox appeared before the two, but his blaster was now holstered. "Phillips, with me, come on, we better be dust in 5 minutes before the news team gets here, or worse, the paparazzi." The Vixen followed closely behind. Falco was already waiting for them by the escorts sent by General George Pepper. They secret service agents were comprised of Dobermen Pischers in midnight black business suits and shades. Their vehicles were black hovercars. The low intensity of Corneria were easy on Phillips' eyes, not once did he squint due to the light rays entering his eyes. The agents went for their pistols when their IC gave the order to hold.
"What is the hell is that?" grimaced one of the Dobermen, his hand on his holster. His partner, had his pistol out otherwise did not take aim at the being before them. They exchanged glances with their fellow co-workers before resuming their work; Keeping a watchful eye on the civillians. The head of the security detail shook hands with the Fox, Bobby Nickelson an acquaintance who got McCloud contracted by the Cornerian Military many years ago.
"Bobby," nodded Fox as he acknowledged the oldest of the agents. "Leonard, always good to see you." the two exchanged smiles and walked to the lead hovercar, the others however would have to be in separate cars. "Sir, is He gonna be a problem?" said one of the agents, referring to the Terran. Nickelson whispered to the agent who in turn nodded and escorted the alien being into the last hovercar.
It was Phillips' first time in a hovercar and so far he likes it; there was no friction or the occasional bump in the road, everything moved smoothly and quietly. Back in the UTF, the Terrans were still relying upon 4 wheeled vehicles to get them from one place to another. His eyes took an in as much as possible of the view this magnificent city had to offer. Hovercars plagued the skies, buildings stretched as far as the first layer of the atmosphere. He cared little for his guards who were jittery around him, he was too engrossed in the beautiful landscapes. Sure, Earth had plugged that hole in the ozone layer a century ago but greenery was scarce on the planet. If a Terran wanted to see greenery, he has to travel to the Yellow Zones or even the Red zones just to get a glimpse. In a way he felt envious of the aliens, they really knew how to take care of their planet.
Finally they came to a stop. A large tower of sorts loomed in front of Phillips. "Dismount," growled the guard to his left and the other guards did so, one of them had his paw around the prospector's shoulder and hauled him out, as gently as he can.
"Fox, Krystal and Falco were already inside the building, Neil, your team can bring him into the interrogation chamber," spat one of the agents' radio. "Copy that, out." Instead of entering through the front door, Phillips was shown through a service elevator with his escorts. The journey down would take 5 minutes. The longest 5 minutes in Phillips' life.
Before the second minute went by, one of the agents asked him a question. "So, what do you call yourselves by?" It had caught the prospector completely off guard. The other agents didn't stop him, they too were curious. Phillips found himself staring at a row of sharp canine teeth. He suddenly remembered just what they are back where he's from; Vicious guard dogs. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"
"I said, what do you call yourselves by? Just what are you to be precise." spoke the agent once more, his voice having a higher octave than the rest of those on his team. "We call ourselves Humans, or Terrans whichever you prefer." spoke the Fillipino with an air of pride. The other agents nodded, their expressions whisked away behind the pair of shades they wore though somehow Phillips had a feeling they were awed. The lift remained engulfed by silence for the rest of the journey to the interrogation room.
Fox and his team came upon a door guarded by two more Secret Service agents who were armed to the teeth. Upon seeing Agent Nickelson both saluted and stepped aside. The agent palmed the scanner which opened, inside revealing spacious room filled to the brim with military folks and scientists alike. Aides and staff lieutenants were running up and down, filing reports and bringing updates. General Pepper was having a conversation with Peppy Hare.
A German Sheppard MP noticed Team Star Fox and he immediately bellowed as loud as he can. "Sir, Team Star Fox requested as ordered sir!" Fox could feel all eyes bore into him, most were in wonder and awe at this great savior, few gave him the evil eye. Star Fox was after all a mercenary unit, so there were still those who do not trust people easily bought over. But time and again, the Team has shown their loyalty to Lylat especially since in the first war with Andross. Fox heard Pepper whisper to the great Hare, "We'll continue this later," before Peppy and the General came up to the Vulpine and his team. "Good job, Agent Nickelson, you are dismissed." boomed the hound. "Sir," was all the Doberman said before leaving the room with his colleagues. Peppy turned his attention to the husband and the wife.
"Fox, Krystal, it has been a while, how's the baby?"
"The baby's well and developing nicely. With any luck, we can soon get a better idea if it's a boy or a girl, by the ways Peppy I thought you're retired?"
"Well, yes but I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to actually watch an interrogation with a being from another world. Tell me, you've been in contact with it, what's it like?"
"Well, for starters, they're a lot like us, from our language to our dress codes. But they call the language we're using English instead of Cornerian. They are known as Humans but due to some incident which caused them to rename their planet as Terra, they are now known as Terrans."
"My, that's quite a history and an uncanny similarity to us too, I cant wait for the questioning to begin." the old hare was brimming with excitement and for a moment, he felt back when he was young; energetic and lifelike.
General Pepper approached them once more, he sighed and took off his cap. "Great, in 4 years time, there'll be another pup who's going to call me grandad Pepper, seems like General Minerva's grandpup's turning his first year tomorrow." Fox and his team could only offer a grin un return.
A technician manning a console called out to the General to inform him the alien has been successfully transferred to the interrogations chamber.
"Good. Thank you for the news Private Silverbeak, put Agents Darnell and Marty up as the interrogation committee,"
The team began to notice several staff members as well as the other Generals were filing out through an entrance located at the back of the meeting room. The General broke away from the mass of people and approached the mercenaries, his hands clasped behind his back; His battle stance. "Me , Peppy along with the higher ups are now proceeding to the Interrogation room where the alien is being held. If you'll follow me, we can join the others."
When they entered the room, they noticed to the front was a large plexi-glass featuring the Terran inside, his hands shackled and strapped to a chair. Before him sat a small table and a pair of chairs obviously meant for the interrogators, the atmosphere of the room was, dreadful in kinder terms. The walls were rusty and old and the only form of illumination was a dingy lightbulb which might set a fuse at any given time. Krystal tried calling out to Phillips, garnering the attention of several aides milling about. A Feline MP warned her to be quiet which she did begrudgingly, Peppy fiddled with his spectacles before speaking to the Vixen.
"Don't bother, the glass is transluscent and sound proof, we can see him but he can't see us. We'll be hearing the interrogation from the speakers mounted onto the walls." True enough, mini microphones dotted the ceiling above the Cornerians, ready to transmit audio from the room before them. Fox's expression was neutral and so was Falco, yet anybody could see the two were buzzing with excitement and wonder; Who knows what mysteries the Terran shall reveal?
Darnell Tedderson closed the file and swiped it into his suit's inner pocket. With the newly fed information being processed by his brain, he lit a cigarette to calm himself down. To think he and Marty would be talking to a real life alien beyond the Home system! As a kid, Darnell had always been a strong believer of life somewhere beyond the galaxy but over the years, his childish fantasies stemmed. Needless to say his faith has been rekindled by the arrival of this 'Terran.' Marty had long finished reading his file, the old cynical zebra was always a fast reader.
"Kid, ready to get it on?" Darnell nodded enthusiastically, "Mhmm, so, once we're inside I'll go the good guy you be the bad guy?" Marty gave a 'tsk' before shaking his head, clearly the rookie could not differentiate between an interrogation and a questioning. But he wasn't too bad, he was a B student in the Academy, couple more years in the field should ruffle him up. "Nope, we're just gonna ask this thing some questions pertaining to Andross then move on systematically. Race, culture, history, military if its possible to get him to spill." Darnell nodded curtly, he set his shades on and buzzed the committee they were ready to begin with subject "ETB-1" - Extra Terrestrial Being - 1 aka Phillips Suarez.
"Generals, we're ready to begin, awaiting your green light," General George Pepper and those present in the room heard the request for the go-ahead. He nodded slowly to one of the communications operator. The young hare issued the orders fluently as though he'd said it a hundred times over. Another operator began recording the event for future references. At 15:00 hours, standard Cornerian Time, the galaxy would never be the same again.
Phillips snapped out of his daze as two Cornerians made their entrance; A grizzly bear and a zebra dressed of all things. Their shiny black suits gleaming beneath what little illumination the flimsy lightbulb in the room could provide. The Zebra swept past the Terran and dragged a chair from the back. The bear tossed some files onto the table deliberately spilling out photos in Phillips' direction.
'Wait, why are they showing me pictures of a gorilla?' thought the man. The bear sat down and in one fluid motion sliced off the cuffs with his claws, the movement was so fast Phillips barely had time to register what that alien just did until he felt the pressure on his hands lifted. His only reaction was to recoil in shock. "There, feeling better?" spoke the Zebra in an unmistakable African American Accent.
The Terran could only nod. Agent Marty nodded before pointing at himself and the bear next to him.
"Now, introductions. I'm agent Marty and this is Agent Darnell. We're here to debrief you, Subject Phillips. Co-operate and we can get this over and done with."
"Subject Phillips? What, that's what they're calling me?"
"Subject Phillips -"
"It's Mister Suarez,"
Marty inhaled, exhaled and went back to his sentence. "Mister Suarez," his tone feigned nicety. "Lets start with a simple 'yes' and 'no' question. The picture in front of you. Take a good look at it," Phillips did as told, although unsure just what is this alien interrogator trying to pull. "That's it, now, tell us truthfully are you in anyway related or involved with the man in the photo. Don't lie please, we'll know when you are."
"No." answered Phillips dryly. Marty and Darnell exchanged looks before looking back at the alien before them. Their radios buzzed then, "He's clear," Well at least he's not a threat to national security or anything. But this had raised more questions then answers.
Marty cleared his throat before speaking once more. "So we'll start with the basics. Who are you, what are you and your intents for being in the Home System." Phillips couldn't believe this, had he not told the previous party of his distress? "Uh, didn't I tell that Fox thing and his friends earlier on? Must we go through this again?"
Marty adjusted his shades and flipped through the file. His finger traced a page up to a certain point and tapped it. His fist went to his chin as he went into deep thought. "Yes, you have. FTL jump drive malfunction you say?"
Darnell took a quick peek at his own file, same page and line where his partner just went through.
"Yes, the coolant system was out, overheated the engines and screwed up the Jump destination. The rest as you two know it is history," The bear rubbed his nose, processing it all in. He wasn't asking any questions not because he wasn't allowed to but because he simply wanted to observe and hang back while watching the veteran go to work. Marty had over 20 counts of Interrogation sessions with Anglars and the odd Venomian way back in Andross' days so it was good experience for the rookie. A wise man once said, 'What an Agent learn in the Academy and what he does in reality are two very different things'.
Marty handed his file to Darnell, he stood up and walked out of the interrogations chamber, "I'm getting a cuppa', its your turn kid. Play nice, the Generals are watching." The fur of the young bear bristled anxiously. Interviewing an alien, he could think of the thousands of High school nerds and geeks who'd kill just to have an interview with ET.
"Right, I'm Agent Darnell. Back to the question my partner asked beforehand, state your name, affliation and intent towards the Lylat Systems." the rookie's training from the academy kicked in; His eyes narrowed trying to make himself more imposing and his chest was puffed out, which in turn had caused his suit to tear off some seams.
"Phillips Suarez, United Terran Federation, my intent towards this 'Lylat System' or Sigorax-Zedoris as my people would call it, was to locate mineral-rich planets in uncharted star systems and deploy beacons for terraforming ships to colonize tagged planets." The lie detector could not find a flaw in the subject's heartbeat thus it sent an 'all-clear' message to the Interrogators.
Fox McCloud casted a weary eye on Krystal, though he was highly interested in the ongoing questioning, he could not help but stray his thoughts on just how fragile his pregnant wife really is. In the past, Fox was always amazed on the Vixen's bravado; It was one of the core reasons why the Vulpine had fallen for her in the first place for he had always had a thing for women who could handle their own problems without the interfering hand of men but now, everything changed. 'After tonight, she's gonna stay on the ship till the baby's born and then everything will be okay.' the mercenary self assured as he casted his gaze back upon the Terran trading conversations back and forth with the two Secret Service Agents. 'But will it really be okay?' A sinister voice in his head growled, it sounded so familiar to that of Andross. "I hope so, she and the baby are all that matters now," he quietly muttered under his breath. Krystal realized Fox was staring at her. Their eyes met for but the briefest of moments. It didn't take a telepath to know the Vulpine had been underneath a lot of stress. She did what any understanding wife would do; flash a reassuring smile. Fox smiled back before both of them shifted their eyes back to the Interrogation scene. 'Yes, everything's gonna be fine.'
At this point, General Pepper thumbed the 2 way transmitter connected to Agents Marty and Darnell's channel. "This is General Pepper, your orders have shifted. Pry whatever you can about this 'Federation' this is now first priority, second priority would be their cultural affairs. Get him comfortable first."
The Terran clenched and unclenched his hands once more, the question fired at him came as painful as an 8am wake-up call. 'Please explain and elaborate more about this Federation you mentioned,' Phillips knew they were slowly getting him to spill classified items, his time in the military had taught him a lot of things and using psychology to probe the human brain was one of them, he had to tread really carefully to ensure he doesn't give away any sensitive item regarding humanity as a whole.
"The United Terran Federation or UTF is the sole governing body of humanity. It is represented by several major factions and united under one banner with a dedication towards humanity's domination of the galaxy as a prosperous and powerful interstellar empire."
Marty nodded grimly at the alarming news. Darnell shared his sentiments. Galactic Domination? That sounded dangerously close to that mad ape which had brought Corneria to its knees multiple times. Already Marty could hear whisperings amongst the committee watching them via his communications device. Darnell made the next question.
"Elaborate to us your definition of Galactic Domination, please." the Zebra's voice was firm and eerily calm meaning its more of an order than a request. Phillips sighed, they probably had misinterpreted his words. Looking back, the root of his problems were at the tether when his vessel's coolant systems fried and screwed his FTL jump position. And it probably was due to a negligent engineer which made the checks. 'When I get my hands on whoever cleared my ship as spaceborne I'll rip his balls off,' his inner voice promised. "What I meant by galactic domination is that, we, we are basically free to mine and colonize wherever or whatever we want without the fear of being attacked by any external threats. Of course just yesterday we thought us Terrans were the only ones out here in the universe."
"It's a big bad universe, Mister Suarez, that much us Cornerians know all too well. Now, Mister Suarez, you mentioned multiple factions which made up your government. Why exactly and what are they?" The Terran bit his lip, history wasn't his forte, but the art of communication and numbers which explains why he got into the whole space colonizing business. He knew little of the UTF's bloody history, hey don't blame him, between listening to sweet young Maria and the gruff history lecturer, it was pretty obvious who Phillips listened attentively to.
"You'll have to forgive me for my history knowledge is rather lacking. I am just after all, an employee. But to begin with, the UTF is comprised of at least 8 factions, in the past these organizations used to be unions of countries from a particular continent and when space travel became rife, the organizations gained more power and influence. My race known as the Fillipinos descended from a sector of the continent Asia. The sector we call it A-07 or Phillipines, belong in the ASEAN faction. I have disclosed this part of information to the Cornerian known as Krystal McCloud, you could ask her for a more detailed information."
Once more, the two Agents exchanged glances then back at the Terran. "You told Miss McCloud of this? When?"
"Back in the shuttle on the way here, wherever here is."
"I see, well, moving on then. What of your millitary strength?" Both Cornerians could see a sudden change in the Terran's facial expression. "What is your military strength?" Phillips countered, his voice calm, collected and laced with venom. The interrogators as well as the people viewing the Terran through the transluscent plexi-glass were caught off guard, Pepper turned at spoke with some of the generals, by then most were nodding their heads and the voices rose and octave higher. Finally, the High General Pepper spoke to the Interrogators via radio.
"This is General George Pepper, you're cleared to answer the Terran's question. Just leave out the blanks in the file."
"Well, we hold over more than 50 planets, give or take, warships numbering in the low thousands, at least millions of troops and much more in reserve, long range scanners, orbital defense grids, ion canons capable of destroying planets within a 5 lightyear radius." Phillips fell silent. And for a moment, everyone thought they had broken the Terran with the sheer might of the United Cornerian Alliance military. They were wrong when Phillips' laughter broke the silence.
"I'm sorry, I cant help it but the numbers are just so pathetic, us Terrans have more than a hundred worlds, billions of troops and tens of thousands of starships, ship based pulse lasers capable of destroying planets on site, ion torpedoes meant for cracking large battleships, power suits, each of our soldiers are equipped with plasma shields and orbital grids that can fire hundreds of missiles and recharge within 5 seconds. If they knew where we were, they'd have taken your so-called empire within less than a year."
'That shut them up,' thought the Terran. It was just the tip of the iceberg, he had disclosed information based upon at least 20 decades ago during Phillips' time and the personal shielding on modern day soldiers were outdated and replaced years ago, pulse lasers were retrofitted with a heavily concentrated beam which yields at least 1.2 megatons worth of power per shot compared to Pulse lasers of 300 Kiloton. Star Fox, the Defense committee and the two Secret Service Agents could only stare at him in awe and horror.
"A hundred planets!? That's twice of the number colonies under our arm!"
"Fox, you hearing this man? Ten thousand starships at least that's fucking insane,"
"Good god if ever these things attack us,"
"I'm really starting to think the Cornerian Defense platforms would be more of a hindrance than a proper threat to these Terrans,"
General Pepper was silent as he contemplated this new relevations wide eyed. He casted a glance at the defense committee and the interrogators through the plexi glass. They were all numbed and tired, trying to wrap their heads around what had been revealed to them. A good night's rest would do justice to everyone. Even their alien 'guest.'
"Alright, everyone, thats all for the day. You may clear the rooms we shall continue this tomorrow at 6 pm." The alien was escorted by an armed section of MPS to his new living quarters, D-709; A simple room to himself where MPs would patrol round the clock. Fox and his colleagues had already retired, leaving only General Pepper and the Intelliegnce Director. "Hans, you know what to do, failure is not an option." The director, an aged raccoon nodded, his shades reflecting light from the ceiling. "Yes sir," He gave a curt nod and immediately left. Now the General and the technicians were left inside the room. He sat down on one of the console and began replaying the recorded interrogations that ended just moments ago.
Truly the military size of these beings bordered close to insane and monstrous. This has greatly interested the Cornerian intelligence department, they needed to learn more from these new aliens and ensure they do not become a threat to Lylat or the colonies. Ever. It was their job to protect Cornerians from the big bad universe and they'd be damned if they didn't give their people a winning edge.
Wow, hope i did the scaling right and all, writing the format and using the right words is tiring. So, end of chapter 1, chapter 2 will feature what happens to Phillips after the interrogations, and the human law enforcement ships which has come looking for Phillips after dear Maria has reported a missing person. Just to explain abit, true there are tens of thousands of ships ont he human side but the Cornerians upon seeing the teeny tiny ships the humans had sent to retrieve Phillips had gave them the idea they had ships of less than a kilometer in length numbering in the tens of thousands. The cornerians have totally mistaken the humans to put in quantity instead of quality when the truth was that it was more of both.I mean, you wouldnt be afraid if there were 10 kids compared to 10 fully grown adults trying to beat you up right?
"Maria, hindi mo ay naniniwala na ito, ako ay ang pinaka fucked hanggang panaginip kailanman. Ako ay nakunan ng mga dayuhan, sila ay tumingin tulad ng tinutubuan hayop at - oh aking diyos!"
(Maria, you will not believe it, I had the most fucked up dream ever. I was captured by aliens, they look like overgrown animals and - oh my god!")
'You stay back! Manatili ang koyat sa likod!
('You stay back! Stay the fuck back!)
Till we meet again, I sincerely hope you guys would truly help me in making this story a major success, please review, Flames, Constructive criticsms are welcome! :) I will try to reply to my reviewers.