Starfox

Season One

2nd Edition

Episode One Part One

The Endeavor Exodus

(Josephs' point of view)

"More incoming Venomin ships, they're activating weapons!" Krystal yelled from the tactical console behind me. "We can't fight off another wave." I thought to myself as I brought my ship, the Endeavor, about face towards the new wave of Venomin warships.

"Weapon types?" I asked.

"Primary weapons, anti-fighter lasers! Secondary weapons, missiles equipped with...black hole warheads!" Krystal yelled. "I thought weapons like that were banned." I thought as the warships began firing. An electromagnetic surge flew across the bridge and nearly burned Krystal as a volley of enemy weapons struck the shields. I put the engines to flank speed, causing the exhaust to appear bright neon green. The Endeavor sped between the many warships, firing off antimatter torpedoes, one after another.

The shields soon failed to function and the bare titanium hull of the Endeavor began taking hits. I began pulling much tighter maneuvers between the larger warships, causing some of their missiles to collide with them.

Suddenly, one of the thousands of missiles struck the hull of the starboard nacelle, causing the missile to explode and create a black hole singularity. The Endeavor began to drift while the singularity began eating away at the aft hull. I realigned the Endeavor and put the engines to flank speed once again. The antimatter exhaust was spread all around the black hole in all directions away from it. The Endeavor attempted to flee from the black holes' gravitational pull, but the best it could do was delay it's own demise. The multitudes of missiles reacquired their target and changed direction towards me.

There was no getting out of this one. The Endeavor was finally outmatched. "There's no way we can survive this, Krystal!" I exclaimed as the missiles drew closer.

"Take us into the black hole!" Krystal demanded. I looked back with a dumbfounded look. "Just trust me!" Krystal added. I nodded and cut the power to the engines. The ship quickly became silent as I stood up and walked up to Krystal.

"I trust you..." I said in a near whisper as I tried not to focus on our doom. Krystal teared up and embraced me as the black hole began to remove the light from the Endeavor, slowly turning everything dark red. I wrapped my arms around her just as the rest of the ship became engulfed by the black hole. Our end was near...

(Denver, CO, United States of America, Earth)

(Earth date 12, 20, 2090)

(11:30 am Mountain Time zone)

My head quickly shot up from my wooden work desk. I was in the library of my house and I sighed in relief. "I better record this one." I mumbled to myself as I scratched my bald head, opened the desk drawer, and pulled out an old tape recorder. I pressed record and I spoke. "Day fifty seven, dream eighteen, this one was different. It was about my supposed death along with Krystal. A Venomin scout spotted us, a Venomin fleet jumped in, and cornered us with a black hole. We voluntarily went into the black hole. End record."

I put the tape recorder on my desk and leaned back in my leather chair. I looked around my office and saw multiple figurines that I had built to represent the people in my dreams. Fox, Krystal, Slippy, Falco, Peppy, but there was one that was just a wooden figurine. I had seen the person in my dreams, but no matter what I do, I can never seem to remember what this person looked like.

Maybe it was just my age getting to me. I had just turned forty-three a few days prior. I lived in an old house built in the early 21st century. It was a gift from my mother and father before they died two years ago. I never married nor did I have children, but I still carried on. I moved here from my apartment in Hamburg, Germany and lost my job there as a teacher of history. I applied for a new job as a history teacher in a college nearby, but I was never sent a reply since I was still learning English. I had a Scottish friend long ago that said "English is the most illogical language you'll ever see and learn." He couldn't have been more correct. I stood up from my office chair and began walking to the doorway of the office.

"Normally, I wouldn't believe my dreams, but in this case, I have to. I just do." I mumbled as I walked down the hallway to a steel basement door. I opened the door to this pitch black open basement. "I wouldn't believe them if I didn't have her." I added as I stepped onto a metal catwalk and turned on the hanger flood lights. It revealed what I had aptly named, Endeavor.

(Corneria Orbit)

(Foxs' P.O.V.)

I woke to my cell phone ringing on my nightstand. I opened my eyes, sighed, and rolled over to reach the phone. I opened it and spoke into the microphone.

"Hello?"

Krystal: "Um…Fox, could I speak to you, please?"

"Sure, what's wrong?"

Krystal: "In person, please."

"Okay, be there in a minute." I said groggily as I closed the phone, ending the call. I slowly got out of my bed and started walking to the door which leads to the hallway of the Great Fox. "Wait, am I dressed?" I thought as I felt a chill shoot up my arms. I turned around and decided to throw on my old uniform from the Sauria incident. A few minutes later I stepped out of my room and started walking down the hall towards Krystal's room.

I reached her door and put my hand up to the metal, but before I could knock, the door slid open and revealed Krystal. I could see she had been crying due to the fact of the wet fur on her face and I immediately became concerned. "Krystal, have you been crying?" I asked as she just stood there, staring at me with a solemn expression. She soon nodded and stepped aside, welcoming me into her room.

I stepped in and she closed the door behind me. She sat on her bed while took a seat in her desk chair across from her bed. We sat there for a few moments before I eventually broke the silence. "So what's the problem?" I asked as I caught her gaze.

"I can't quite…explain it. I just..." She managed to say before she started sniffling and a few tears started forming in her eyes. "I...I've been having nightmares."

"Hey, they're not real. You shouldn't be afraid of them." I said as I leaned forward and put my hands on her shoulders. "I hope no one hurt her in her nightmares." I thought to myself. She took a few deep breaths and spoke.

"No one hurt me…I just…grew too attached to him." She said which cough my immediate attention with the addition of the final part. "Him?" I thought. "His name is Joseph Lemming."

(Earth)

(Third Person P.O.V.)

The vessel was a light gray with dark gray tiger stripes all along the hull. It was propelled by two nacelles that were covered by large wings that were connected to a torpedo bay. The torpedo bay had four torpedo tubes extending off of it, two facing aft and two facing fore. The bow was long and pointed, almost like a needle. Under the bow was an entrance to the vessel, a cargo door.

Joseph stepped down the ladder onto the concrete hanger floor and began inspecting the vessel. The bow, as usual, was dented and torn at the frame of the ship. Somehow, it was still space worthy.

He pulled down the cargo door and stepped inside. There were small cargo nets on both sides of the cargo bay, but so far, they were empty. Joseph opened the airlock door inside the ship and closed it behind him.

He was in the bridge. Directly in front of him was the helmsman console. Further back and to the starboard side was the tactical console. Suddenly, the vessel shook and Joseph was thrown into the helmsman console. He painfully regained his balance and stood up. He sat down in at the console and activated the Endeavors' sensor array. A massive earthquake had taken place fifteen miles away and apparently caused massive cracks in the ground. The vessel shook again, but this time, the house buckled and fell in on the Endeavor, denting it and covering it in debris.

Joseph continued to look at reports of the earthquake until a massive sinkhole caved in and brought down many buildings with it. More sinkholes began caving in around the city of Denver, bringing down many large buildings with them. The sensors reported a large sinkhole just below the Endeavor. It collapsed and the Endeavor fell in along with rocks and debris crashing down on top of it. Joseph grabbed the two harnesses of the chair he was in and buckled them around himself.

He activated the vertical thrusters and the Endeavor slowly lifted up out of the ground with all of the debris sliding off of it. He then closed the cargo door to the Endeavor. All that was left of his house was the foundation. Joseph looked at the sensor reports again and brought the Endeavor to an altitude of seventy meters. A large dust storm hit the Endeavor and it nearly lost control. Joseph raised the Endeavor to an altitude of two hundred meters, above the storm.

"What the heck happened?" He asked himself. He activated the forward engines and the Endeavor soared high into the sky. Soon, it had put itself into a high orbit. Hours later, another vessel approached the Endeavor. Soon, a vessel appeared on scanners and Joseph brought the Endeavor about to face the vessel. The vessel came to a stop on the starboard side of the Endeavor labeled U.S.S. Liberty. It had a circular bow with the impelling engines at the aft end. It appeared to have weapons on its keel and they appeared to be stationary cannons.

On board the Liberty, the captain slowly walked over to the port window to see the Endeavor and he quickly became cautious of it. "Commander, do you know the designation of that ship?" The captain asked as he pulled the first officer away from his command console and pointed at the Endeavor. The first officer quickly looked over the Endeavor and replied.

"No, sir. What's your point?"

"My point is, if that's not an Earth ship, what is it?" The captain quickly walked over to the center of the bridge and spoke. "Helmsman, bring us ninety degrees to port. Tactical, load the main gun, and prepare to fire." He commanded which in return he was given suspicious looks by the entire bridge crew. The helmsman quickly turned the vessel to port and the Tactical officer ordered engineering to load the gun.

(Corneria Orbit, Great Fox)

"…and then we died." Krystal finished. Fox stood there, thinking, he had no idea who Joseph was, but he intended to find out. He hoped that they were just dreams, but they were so detailed that they couldn't have been dreams.

"Hmm…do you think this'll actually happen?" Fox asked as he turned around. "All those horrible things might actually happen, but Krystal's a telepath, someone might be manipulating her dreams." Fox thought as Krystal was still thinking of an answer to his question.

"I-I don't know…so many bad things happened and yet…good things happened too…" Krystal said as she started tearing up again. Fox put his hand on her shoulder. "F-Fox…"

"Yes, Krystal?"

"…That's how this whole thing started…" She said while looking at his hand on her shoulder.

(To be continued)

[End Transmission]

Ammon Note: Okay, so I finally got around to fixing and editing the first episode again. Woo. I'm not going to ramble on about nothing again. Please feel free to review and follow this story. To see more of the Endeavor, go to the GreatMindofEarth home page on DeviantART and give me llamas. Read on...