Crazy Idea I had while playing Star Fox Assault the other day, and it has been growing on me since I started my new job and spent countless hours of my shift staring at the floor. Hopefully I can put a nice spin on this story, don't get me wrong, I liked playing Assault. Anyways hope you enjoy, and please for the love of god don't compare this to Star Fox Saga notfromeath7 did an amazing job on Star Fox 64. And I really don't need that pressure thrown at me lol. But that's enough from lil ol' me.

Disclaimer: I dont own Star Fox. Star Fox belongs to Nintendo. Tyronos belongs to me. All that other jazz can belong to who picks it.(or plays it... lol music joke)

BEGIN!

I suppose I should introduce myself. In all reality I could care less though. The less you know about me the better for us both. All I will tell you is that my parents abandoned me when I was 8. I lived with my grandfather on the outskirts of Corneria until the Lylat wars. I'm sure you heard about how the 'great' Star Fox team saved the world from a horrible fate.

But I know one person they didn't save. So how could they honestly be so great?

My grandfather, god rest his soul, died in that battle holding off Venom's forces to give the Star Fox team the time they needed to destroy the satellite. He died and got nothing, no medals, no pay check, He barely got a moment of silence at the end of the day. How can anyone that means so much get so little?

This all happened while I was in the Flight Academy. I was pulled aside during a lecture of safe piloting and given a flag, a pat on the shoulder, and a salute.

"He was a great fighter. I am truly sorry for your loss…"

Bullshit.

He had hundreds of thousands of troops ready to die for him at a moment's notice. How the fuck could he have known my grandfather personally? Give him a general title and he is suddenly everyone's friend I guess.

Classmates were sympathetic, offering me mundane items such as a place to stay or food. At that point of my life I couldn't be bothered with trying to exist. My parents abandoned me, no siblings, no one but my grandfather. Now he was gone.

You'd better believe I swore vengeance before finally letting grief sink in. I turned that grief and held it inside for as long as I could, until it took me over. I stood up from my desk without a word and left. Walk straight out of the academy, to HQ past every officer until I stood outside the General's door. I grasped the handle, voices could be heard inside. Something about having to hurry, I couldn't care enough to listen. The door busted open and 4 figures ran right past me. I yelled at them to watch it, clearly unheard.

"Who killed my grandfather!?" I remember yelled as I stormed into the nearly empty office.

"Who are you, boy?" Who did he think he was calling me boy? I was 17 years old, homeless, alone and now furious. I'd say I was an adult.

"Who killed my fucking Grandfather?" I was getting more and more enraged by the second. "He died on the diversionary mission you called for to assist Star Fox! You gave me a fucking flag a few days ago, how could you not fucking remember me?"

"Oh… call sign "Kojic" I am sorry for your loss. But the only lead we have on that is Oikonny."

That was all I needed to know, I turned around and left.

"You can't honestly be going after him! It's hopeless." The general tried to warn me.

But the hopelessness… Was all I had left.

And I continued walking. I didn't look back. I waited outside and allowed my anger to consume me. I swore revenge, I swore vengeance.

I did a lot of things after I left General Pepper's office. Most I'm not proud of. I trained myself how to pilot the famed Star Fox fighter, the arwing, after I stole one out of the repair shop. Took me almost 2 years to get the parts, with smuggling and the like. Once I had a usable ship I took over to find this 'Oikonny'.

During this time I had become a bounty hunter and Merc. Kinda the same thing, but the bounty hunter part of me lasted for 2 years, I'd calmed down somewhat. I began saving folks instead of hunting them… it felt better. Like this was something my grandfather could be proud of me for. A lot of random shit happened to me over the next 5 years. I was sent to other systems as an ambassador of goodwill. I slipped in and out of reality, saved a planet, and a plethora of other such deeds.

But still, my angered resided in my heart. Only one person had been able to calm my burning heart, and she is no longer among the living, but that is another story, for another time.

After her death I received a message. The sender? General Pepper himself. The message? 'Oikonny' declares war. And he wants all available personal to attend. I was only too happy to accept.

Now my anger has taken over again. The desire to avenge my grandfather had taken priority, Andrew Oikonny' was going to die. And no one was going to steal my vengeance.

You asked my name earlier. I've told you too much for you to not know who I am. I've put you into a lot of trouble, and now you will have to know everything that has happened up till this point.

My name is Tyronos, call-sign 'Hopeless'

And this is how the Aparoid War really went.

Now that the OC has been introduced. I can start on with the actual story. Yes, the OC is pretty much my pen name. I would have named him different but I was too lazy and couldn't really care about names when I typed this out*Deep breath* This will get better i promise!

Don't kill me if this goes sour!

Peace,

H-T