Hey guys! Wanted to do a quick update! Iâm not dead! :DÂ
Surprising, I know! Especially when Iâve up and left with practically no warning. To put it simple, Iâve been real busy trying to get a job, and itâs been an absolute time consumer making sure everything is kept in working order IRL. So much so even when I have free time, hopping on tumblr becomes somewhat of a stresser because this potential job is on my minds back burner. But, as of today, Iâm going in for a drug test,[That I know Iâm gonna pass B)] So yeah, I think I can say that within the next week or so youâll be seeing me again! :D
But just no fingers crossed, because I have no idea of what the hours will be until I actually start. Still, I thank all of ya for sticking around with me. ^^
Okay so, I do suppose verses are up and going! Everything is still WIP of course, and once again, I donât have every tidbit of information to Star Fox, so I rely heavily on Wiki to make sure stuff is within reason. I may be going through slight changes to my name, and or, pic in the upcoming days. [Gonna see if my editing skills are up to par. ;.; Itâs not help me.] Buuttt, anyways. My main verse is up and going, as well as the second one for a Zootopia AU. Though the Zootopia is very sketchy, and Iâm not sure if Iâll even do it. Main reason I even have it is because Iâm such a huge sucker for the movie, that Iâd like to really incorporate Fox into it. Biggest problem is finding out a stable way to put him in, which is why I may remove that verse all together until something more viable can be created!
But yeah, with that word vomit aside, I think Iâm somewhat fully operational. My second big task is finding more sources for icons. So please, if youâve read this far, and have any suggestions, toss them my way. The sources donât have to be perfect pictures of the guy, just anything that works. Thank you!
Okay so, I fixed it, sort of??? Only problem is, I moved the pages and Links over to a third link button for it. So Iâm not sure if I had a preset URL for that link set, and something just bugged? Either way, itâs working now. Only real fear is if this remaining second link can still be used. :/Â
The situation was only getting worse as time went on. The ever present, booming alarms, and the red glare of emergency lights that flared the area didnât make the situation anymore comfortable. Especially with a kid that seemed to be more worried about a ship than his own life! But the sudden fangs, and in his face attitude was turning the notion of just leaving this kid to the guards into a preferred option. Common sense, what was left of it anyways, came into play as he stood on the hallways corner, peeking at the culminating guards.
He spared not a glance at the younger being as he brought a paw up to his visor, a few taps and a small map was brought up. Nothing but red lines throughout the hallways. The mainframe, thankful to Slippy for patching him in, showed most of them were being blocked off, and the lines were slowly updating towards their position.Â
Plan B was gonna have to wait. Staying in this spot any longer was gonna have them dealing with a lot of pissed off guards. And with the notion of even more weaponry, from what he saw with a machine gun like rocket launcher, his blood almost ran cold as to what else this kid was gonna try to toss into the stir. The map blinked shut, leaving his view clear to stare down the striped being. âNo.â He snapped. âFrom what Iâve seen already, you seem rather keen to blowing holes around here... If you can get a rifle, pistol, something that WONâT have us getting sucked out of this station, youâll do so soon, and hand it over.âÂ
He took a second glance down at the main area, the dime a dozen guards were spreading out now. It wouldnât be too long--
âKid, I REALLY hope for your sake youâre kidding. Iâm NOT going to deal with your humor right now.â The stare he received, serious or not, from the kid did little to sway him from giving him an actual answer. âExplain your plan, or Iâm using YOU as bait, hear?â
Heyya guys. So, gonna try and update my blog a bit and get to work on some needed threads. In the mean time, any good ideaâs for music to add to my player? Iâm gonna have the main themes directly related to Starfox at the front, and maybe something of a personal playlist towards the back of it and all. Any suggestions, hit me with them!
*EDIT* Wanna state that when I say Personal playlist, I mean more in the terms of what Fox would listen to, not I.
Lombax Rule 101, listen, assess, and react when the time was right, and timing was everything. Right now he was in a real bad situation and it was about to get worse. He however could tell that Fox was a real Professional, but he fell for the oldest trick in the book. The cowering kid routine, he was good at it and often it kept his sorry ass alive. Better to never fire a shell then to waste your ammo reserves but this sure as hell wasnât one of them. His ears were pretty good to, so he could hear both sides of the conversation, several voices so the guy had some serious backup on his side. But a claw? some kind of extraction? holding your breath? he had a good idea on what was coming a pretty crude but highly effective extraction device if he was right they were gonna put a hole in the hall of the station with some kind of line, or cable and transverse back to there ship that way. Was a problem with that though, his ship was still on the station, and he wasnât leaving without it.
Once Fox had Finished his conversation the Lombax pulled himself to his feet and cracked his neck once. He was a survivor its what he did his people gone, his adopted father dead and Hex? heâd survived, and kept on surviving and was going to keep surviving BUT his ship was his baby! It was the last bit of tech from his home world. He wasnât leaving it behind! He pulled himself to his feet and pointed at Fox â Look soldier boy! iâm sure you and your crew got this all worked out⊠â He said as he was looking more then a little irate! â but my entire life is in that hanger! its all i got from my home world left! â he was poking fox in the chest! â iâm NOT leaving it behind⊠â he scolded Fox like he were a child! â and i swear to Orvus if you hit me again⊠iâm going to shave your tail â he growled.
The Lombax turned looking over his shoulder at the door â Now lemme show you how a Lombax does itâŠ.â The kid dusted his jacket off walking toward the door, and extended his right arm. A flash of light surrounded his arm and a Boxing glove appeared on it, solver metallic, and with some high tech looking enhancements. The Glove amplified all kinetic energy by nearly 10,000 times it was the kind of weapon brutes liked but in this situation? Hex had a good idea what those morons were doing. â You said they would probably take a few to set that charge right? â He looked back at Fox before punching the door, a crack of energy and force, a spark of light and the door when exploding off the hinges! crashing through the wall behind them into the room beyond! if those two setting the bomb were still alive they wouldnât be getting up anytime soon.
The last guard dropped his Cigar from his mouth in shock and turned from the chaos to the source. Seeing only the metallic fist strike him in the stomach sending him crushing into the roof. The Lombax sent the Glove back to his telepod on his ship and slowly turned back to look at Fox with crossed arms. â The Wolloper⊠by Gadgetron! for those moments when you just need to punch a bitch â He was cheeky but shock and Awe at its finest.
â I am not leaving with out my ship⊠and so help me if you leave me high and dry after you caused this mess⊠I will write a really nasty letter! Speaking of⊠i have a wonderful Sale on Heavy Weapons⊠interested soldier boy? â
The Lombax materialized a massive weapon in his hands, rockets in a ring, green in color was that a Rocket Gatling Gun? who made this stuff!
Foxâs initial reaction to this kids sudden bravery was held back, a rough growl hidden behind grit fangs. His annoyance was spiking as the striped creature proved as stupid, as he was young, when a finger prodded his chest. He found it very difficult from snapping that finger back. Wherever that courage came from, he didnât know. More than likely a facade of the kids when he first drug him in by his neck. Suppose that would make anyone a bit weary.
âKidâs got guts...â
He remained still, arms crossed as he stared down the kid. The ever present knowledge that bombs were ticking down sat uneasily in the back of his head as he worked out how to deal with a new situation in the room with him. âYou arenât in the position to go around threatening grooming care.â The vulpine retort, his head turning for the door. âAnd sorry to say, but the least of your worries is a ship--â The fox shifted  around the male as he made for the door. A part of him, the more sensible portion, screamed to pull him back by the tail. Those were bombs he was walking towards. But the other half, the more annoyed, and maybe a tad careless, wanted to watch this kid get shredded.
All theyâd have to do is sit and wait, Falcoâd be there in a few minutes with extraction, with their lives, and he was more worried about a damn ship?! Sure, he understood full and well how much those can mean to people. Literally everything they could have, harbored within those walls. But sometimes sacrifices had to be made if you wanted to wake up tomorrow.
By now he could only stand and watch, eyes down to narrowed slits as he merely observed. The kid was right. Fox did have his extraction. It could of easily been right around the corner, but this black and red striped punk was gonna make him work for another day. âLook, youâre not gonna be able to get past this! If by some miracle--â Once again he was caught off guard by a technological miracle willed to that boyâs wrist. A boxing glove?!Â
Foxâs speculations were soon silenced as the slam-bang of the door flooded the room with an ear splitting ring. It took a moment to recover from the brute forced explosion, a paw coming up to rub his overly sensitive ears.
âIf I need to skin a new coat.â
âGreat-great! Yeah, youâre a salesman! Iâll take 20 and a pack of steak knives!â Fox spat, shaking his head as he followed behind the kid, gaze steady on the guards the male left in his wake. âWe arenât going to kill anyone we donât need to! My targets long gone, so letâs worried about getting out of here.â He didnât have a moments notice as a second set of weaponry was in this punks hands, and none to intimidating.
âChrist kid, do you wanna depressurize us?! You fire one of those us, and youâre bound to blow a hole in here! Put the damn missiles away, and get moving!â With that Fox was quick to take a hold of the kids shirt collar, dragging him as his other paw went to his communicator.Â
âFalco, weâve hit a snag.â
âOh, donât tell me. You want me to come in their myself, and carry you out?â
âThe kid just blew a the damn door down. Weâre on the move. Re-position for the docking hangar, weâre gonna be there as soon as possible. And scratch the claw, just be waiting. If itâs to hot to land, then back off, Iâll personally commandeer a ship if I need to.â Foxâs tone grew stern nearing the last line, gaze shifting to the kid. âAnd you. Keep your head down, Iâm not having your coffin on my conscious.â He stopped near a turn, grip on the kids shirt loosened as he pressed against the hallways wall.Â
