Hey guys thanks for all those who read Masters of War. This story is based 18 years after the events of StarFox Masters of War. But then there will be a story before. Its like star wars! jk so please read it and tell me what u think.

StarFox: Beginnings

The young 17 year old fox woke after numerous poundings on his door from his mother who was growing impatient.

"Jeez, I thought it was Saturday not a school day" spoke the groggy vulpine. After dressing into a t-shirt and some jeans the blue fox walked into the kitchen were his father was reading a newspaper on his tablet and his mother pushed breakfast in front him as soon as he sat down.

"Well Marcus its nice to have you with us this morning" spoke Fox McCloud his father "the flight academy wakes you up earlier than this" he scorned.

"Good morning dad and delicious breakfast mom" replied Marcus. The breakfast consisted of pancakes and bacon which happened to be the favorite of Fox and Marcus.

"Glad you think so son" addressed Krystal, who was his mother, as she sat down with a steaming coffee in her paw. Marcus noticed his dad looking at him with a face full of pride and at his mother with a simular look. Usually this occurred when Marcus got good grades or when he out shot his father at the shooting range.

"What? Did my grades come in the mail? Or did we win a million credits?" asked a puzzeled Marcus.

"No, even though we did get grades which were great, but we recived a reply back from the academy this morning on the phone" replied Fox. Marcus had applied for the academy a month before and took several test to get into this academy.

"Yes...go on" Marcus with his hopes growing by the minute and with his face growing a smile with eyys growing to the size of a melon.

"You were accepted Marcus! Your scores were nearly through the roof. Some of the best!" Fox answered with extreme joy. His mother got out of her chair and gave her son a hug that could be compared to a hug of a bear.

"I'm proud of you Marcus. You worked hard for it and you made it. See what happens when you apply yourself" his mother with emotion in her voice said.

"I thought I was accepted because of my last name" Marcus jokeingly stated with a wide smile.

"And that last name is one that can get your ass kicked out"added Fox. "You screw around like I did and get kicked out I will beat you"

"Yes dad. I will keep my head screwed on right" replied Marcus. "I will make you proud"

" Marcus, you already have" added his father.

"Lombardi residence"

"Hi Mr. Lombardi, is Floyd there" asked Marcus on the phone

"Yeah,one minute. Oh and Marcus, call me Falco. Im not a stranger."replied Falco.

"Yes sir"

"You are your father's son"

Marcus laughed at that one. His father had made him show respect to everyone he knew. Little to did he know that Falco didnt like to "age" so he likes to be called Falco but out of respect thogh Marcus addressed him as Mr.

"Hey Marcus whats up?" asked a eager Floyd

"Hey man did you get a letter from the academy?"

"Yeah. I am going. Guess I am bunking with this punk named Marcus McCloud."

"Same it reads im bunking with this tool called Floyd Lombardi" laughingly said Marcus.

"Feel bad for you".

"Need anything from the city bro? Im heading there today? If so i can take you"

"Yeah I do. What time?"

"How about in an hour"

" Sounds good see ya"

Marcus hung up the phone. He needed to tell his parents but before doing he walked up to the door leading up to his room. He was going to miss it but knew he was doing the right thing.

As he walked into the living room he noticed his father in his office. Taking a risk he walked in and knocked on the door. Fox looked up with an inviting his face.

"Whats up Marcus? Need something?" asked his father warmly.

"Me and Floyd are going up to Corneria City for supplies. Is that ok?" asked Marcus carefully.

"Sure go ahead. You ready for the academy"

"Yes I am." And at that point Marcus knew he was.

Four years later...

Marcus sat in the office of the academy. He was called in a while ago and had no idea why he was called in. To make matters worse, Floyd was also called in.

"I guess i lived up to my last name Floyd" said a stressed Marcus. "I managed to get my ass kicked out"

"Eh dont worry about it. They busted us for worse. You think they would have kicked us out a long time ago" replied Floyd who as comfortable as can be. His father had not been stressed on him as much as Fox McCloud, but enogh to keep Floyd in shape in school.

As Floyd words escaped his mouth the vp walked in the door with a slient walk. The battle tested cheetah sat down and gave a hard stare at the two cadets sitting in front of him.

"Boys, do have any idea why the hell you are in here?" the cheetah asked with a voice to Marcus was a dagger that was cold.

"No sir" the two nervous cadets replied.

"Well for good news the two of you are not busted but rather were called in for a good reason" replied the vp whos look had become more soft.

"We are short on pilots due to the recent attacks by a assault that occurred 2 weeks back." the VP slowly stated chewing on every word. "You two are the only ones that we have left with a decent flying ability".

"So, you want us to go and pretty much be used as stand by until needed is that right" Floyd asked before the vp could finish.

"To put it bluntly yes. You will be in the best squad the team we have. So are you going or not, I need an answer" the cheetah asked quickly and impatiently as the time ticked on by. Fox and Floyd looked at each other and back at the desk with the mission papers on it. The vp seemed to burn holes into the cadets skulls as the stared at them.

"Then yes we will go" Marcus said finally breaking the tension surrounding the room. "I need my Arwing though. I am not using one that has been half blown to pieces". Marcus said with a tone that made the vp sit up straight. The tone made sure of his determination.

"Then be ready in three days. Assault begins then".

Three days later Marcus found himself in the cot pit of a Cornerian fighter awaiting orders. His flight was right above Venom with all eyes on a giant enemy ship.

"All units report in" commanded the squad leader

"Bravo three standing by" reported Marcus

"Bravo six ready" came Floyds reply

"All ships prepare for attack run on the enemy."

The rest of the squad called in and Marcus felt his heart jump as soon as he heard those words. He knew they were going to attack but had no idea that it was now. But instead of asking he engaged thrusters and set his sheilds and weapons to forwardd. The light fighter inched itself ever closer to the evil and meanacing craft. The squad of 12 was broken into teams of two which meant Floyd and Marcus were wingmates.

"Alright Marcus lets do this. Our job is to keep guns and fighters off our boys back. Lets go in fast and low" stated Floyd to Marcus "and lets keep our selves safe too. I want to catch dinner".

"Got it Floyd. All weapons are engaged"

As soon as those words left Marcus's muzzle the blue vupline watched as the giant heap of metal ship launch fighters into the space. Bravo teams then acclerated and attacked, defending Bravo 5 and 8 who were to strike the main thrusters and then strike the craft from within.

"Alright lets hit em!" Floyd with too much exitement said into his com as he engaged and brought his fighter up to the left chasing onw of the fighters. Marcus did the same thing and had an enemy in his green croshairs. As soon as they flashed red Marcus sent 3 bolts of plasma fire into the fighter, piercing the hull and ripping a wing off causing the fighter explode into a ball of flame.

"Hell Floyd, scratch one for me!"

"Got it homie! Careful, two on your tail and I got them"

Floyd brought his fighter across towards the left to were the fighters were making a chase on Marcus and giving him hell. Sweat moved across Floyds brow as he kept the first one on his crosshairs, begging for a missle lock. The red cirle went green and then the cross.

"Get them off me! I cant shake em!" Marcus yelled into his mic as Floyd pressed the missle send button.

"Marcus now! Do a barrel roll!"

Marcus obeyed and spun the Arwing in a left wise circular spin as the missle hit the intended target sending shards of metal and glass into the atmosphere of Venom. Marcus brought his fighter out of the roll and noticed that he was heading straight for the enemy ship and that Bravo 5 was engaging the thrusters with guns all over him.

"Floyd, bring your fighter up! Need to take those guns out!"

Marcus called out and watched as Floyd brought his Arwing up and began to shoot down the guns were Barvo 5 was.

"5 go we will cover you." Floyd told 5 who acclerated to strike the thrusters. Floyd did the same and made several shots to the guns sending them up in balls of flame and plasma. Marcus came out of the right and nearly crashing into the side of the craft only 10 yards from Floyds nose. But his manuver was needed because when Floyd pulled up out of the way an enemy fighter swung him self into the side of the thrusters burning up.

"Damn man you got your ass saved bro!" Bravo 5 who laughed during the event. "Alright guys may want to move, these thibgs are going up in smoke!"

Bravo 5 blindly fired plasma into the thrusters and shot his Arwing past the thrusters but not before sending two missles into the side barely missing the explosion which shook the cot pits of Marcus and Floyd.

"Mission complete sir. Heading back," Bravo 5 sent to the commander and pulled back around towards the Cornerian base on Venom. Marcus and Floyd both did the same and sent their fighters back.

Many minutes later Marcus and Floyd landed the fighters and walked down the ladders down to stable ground before meeting up.

"Man not bad. That could be a thing I could get used to." Marcus told Floyd as he walked up.

"Yeah but you had 2 fighters on you and nailed one. Cmon did you even get a gun?" Floyd jokingly responded to Marcus

The two noticed as the pilot to Bravo 5 walked up. The bulldog looked so familat but Marcus didnt think anything of it.

"Fantastic flying guys. Thanks for saving my ass" the budog said as he reached his hand out. "Name is Jake".

Marcus and their names. Marcus an idea.