Fox McCloud || Shot Down in Enemy Territory

Somewhere on Fortuna, Lylat System.

The sounds of Arwings and other aircraft screamed over the lush landscape of Fortuna as the Cornerian Army and the Star Fox team chased down enemy fighters, the green, thriving planet's serene terrain interrupted by the battle that was raging both in the air and on the ground, swathes of the pristine jungle were decimated, in their place were defensive fortifications, military outposts, and the smoldering ruins of weapons factories, all targets of the Cornerian Army's operation.

It had been a year of bloody combat, and chasing the enemy's forces down to lead up to this moment, they had nowhere to run, this would be the enemy's last significant pocket of resistance. If they cripple Fortuna's weapons factories, the enemy loses their capacity to fight, and this war ends for good. Fox McCloud wasn't going to hold back, not at all. A brilliant flash of light erupted from the ground, a weapons factory erupts into debris and fire, he can hear Falco cheer over the comms, "Fuck yeah! Now that's how you do it!" Falco exclaims, the rest of Star Fox along with some of their assisting Cornerian soldiers cheer along with Falco as they wreck the opposing force's infrastructure, Fox couldn't help but smile a bit as he heard his teammates cheer, he could almost picture the grin across Falco's beak, and it was always good to hear the team do something more than bicker.

"Hey, leave some of 'em for me, birdbrain, I'll show you how it's really done!" Fox exclaims, setting his sights on a particularly large industrial complex, he deftly dodges and weaves through the plasma fire of the structure's defenses, and once he's over the base, he releases his payload of bombs, lighting up the ground below in orange and yellow flame, the explosions cause a chain reaction as they strike an ammunition depot, sending the roof of the factory sky high, chunks of debris raining down over the jungle and the canopy of Fox's Arwing.

"Goddamn, Fox! That was a gnarly move, dude." Bill, his friend in the Cornerian Army chimed in, he always had access to Star Fox's communications, he was Fox's friend after all. "Sure was, but you ain't seen nothing yet-" Fox boasts, but before he can finish his sentence, one of the many debris chunks raining down after Fox's flashy maneuvers would land directly on the Arwing's canopy, a sharp chunk of metal would shatter the glass, nearly striking Fox directly in the face.

That near death experience startled him, but he recovered quickly, he had a job to do, and he would get it done no matter what. Though, as he tried to pilot the Arwing, relying on an outer camera and what little of the canopy wasn't cracked to navigate, he failed to notice one of the base's defense platforms turning to lock onto him. "It's alright, just took a little damage, I'll be fine-" Fox spoke into his comms, trying to preemptively assure his comrades that he was fine, though his message was cut off when a large plasma bolt shot right through the back of his Arwing, wrecking the engine and blowing one of the wings off. As the Arwing begins to spiral, Fox catches a glimpse of what did him in, and as a last act of defiance, he fires a volley of lasers at it, blasting the platform to pieces "There you go! You good for nothing bast-" Fox exclaims, his words cut off by a second explosion, this time it's internal, some of the control systems inside of the Arwing explode, spewing glass and other shrapnel into Fox's face, chest, and arms.

"Fox!" Falco screams out, having noticed Fox's Arwing had stopped sending reports of his vitals. "What's your status!?" Falco demands, his cocky bravado and rivalry with Fox pushed aside, a hint of concern is clear in his voice. "I've taken heavy fire! I can't control this thing anymore! I'm going down!" Fox shouts into the comms before the screen bursts and sends glass shards into his hand. "Damnit! No!" Fox shouts, his communications are cut off and his Arwing is spiraling to the ground fast, he can barely control the thing anymore, only able to stabilize the spiraling somewhat, but there just isn't enough time to slow down.

'Out of all places... I'm going to die here?! Some two-bit mook with a anti-air gun is what took me down?' Fox thinks to himself, his fear mixing with a strange offense that has creeped into his head, he is THE Fox McCloud, and to think he was going to die to something as simple as a lucky plasma bolt filled him with sudden burst of rage. He shielded his injured face with his arms as the Arwing falls low enough to begin smashing into the treetops, his Arwing being tossed around by the trees, and while they slow his impact somewhat, the vines and other thick foliage toss Fox around violently, with the last thing Fox sees before he blacks out is a river, which his wrecker Arwing is rapidly falling towards.

After some time, maybe minutes or even hours, Fox finally wakes up, his eyes slowly blinking open as he looks around at the ruined cockpit of his Arwing, his own blood splattered across some of it's interior. Everything hurts, his head is spinning and the shrapnel embedded in it isn't doing him any favors, and his arms and chest are marred with more shrapnel, nowhere on his body is left unmarked, all of it has some kind of cut or bruise. Slowly, and painfully, Fox manually opens the cockpit window and climbs out, landing painfully on the jungle floor with a thud. He slowly stands up and looks to the sky, the battle is still raging on up there, but Fox isn't part of it, 'Do they think I'm dead? That crash must have looked pretty violent, what the hell am I going to do now?' Fox though as he stood and looked to the sky, the small clearing his Arwing crash landed in giving him a good view of it and the fighting above.

Somewhere on Fortuna, Lylat System.

The sounds of Arwings and other aircraft screamed over the lush landscape of Fortuna as the Cornerian Army and the Star Fox team chased down enemy fighters, the green, thriving planet's serene terrain interrupted by the battle that was raging both in the air and on the ground, swathes of the pristine jungle were decimated, in their place were defensive fortifications, military outposts, and the smoldering ruins of weapons factories, all targets of the Cornerian Army's operation.

It had been a year of bloody combat, and chasing the enemy's forces down to lead up to this moment, they had nowhere to run, this would be the enemy's last significant pocket of resistance. If they cripple Fortuna's weapons factories, the enemy loses their capacity to fight, and this war ends for good. Fox McCloud wasn't going to hold back, not at all. A brilliant flash of light erupted from the ground, a weapons factory erupts into debris and fire, he can hear Falco cheer over the comms, "Fuck yeah! Now that's how you do it!" Falco exclaims, the rest of Star Fox along with some of their assisting Cornerian soldiers cheer along with Falco as they wreck the opposing force's infrastructure, Fox couldn't help but smile a bit as he heard his teammates cheer, he could almost picture the grin across Falco's beak, and it was always good to hear the team do something more than bicker.

"Hey, leave some of 'em for me, birdbrain, I'll show you how it's really done!" Fox exclaims, setting his sights on a particularly large industrial complex, he deftly dodges and weaves through the plasma fire of the structure's defenses, and once he's over the base, he releases his payload of bombs, lighting up the ground below in orange and yellow flame, the explosions cause a chain reaction as they strike an ammunition depot, sending the roof of the factory sky high, chunks of debris raining down over the jungle and the canopy of Fox's Arwing.

"Goddamn, Fox! That was a gnarly move, dude." Bill, his friend in the Cornerian Army chimed in, he always had access to Star Fox's communications, he was Fox's friend after all. "Sure was, but you ain't seen nothing yet-" Fox boasts, but before he can finish his sentence, one of the many debris chunks raining down after Fox's flashy maneuvers would land directly on the Arwing's canopy, a sharp chunk of metal would shatter the glass, nearly striking Fox directly in the face.

That near death experience startled him, but he recovered quickly, he had a job to do, and he would get it done no matter what. Though, as he tried to pilot the Arwing, relying on an outer camera and what little of the canopy wasn't cracked to navigate, he failed to notice one of the base's defense platforms turning to lock onto him. "It's alright, just took a little damage, I'll be fine-" Fox spoke into his comms, trying to preemptively assure his comrades that he was fine, though his message was cut off when a large plasma bolt shot right through the back of his Arwing, wrecking the engine and blowing one of the wings off. As the Arwing begins to spiral, Fox catches a glimpse of what did him in, and as a last act of defiance, he fires a volley of lasers at it, blasting the platform to pieces "There you go! You good for nothing bast-" Fox exclaims, his words cut off by a second explosion, this time it's internal, some of the control systems inside of the Arwing explode, spewing glass and other shrapnel into Fox's face, chest, and arms.

"Fox!" Falco screams out, having noticed Fox's Arwing had stopped sending reports of his vitals. "What's your status!?" Falco demands, his cocky bravado and rivalry with Fox pushed aside, a hint of concern is clear in his voice. "I've taken heavy fire! I can't control this thing anymore! I'm going down!" Fox shouts into the comms before the screen bursts and sends glass shards into his hand. "Damnit! No!" Fox shouts, his communications are cut off and his Arwing is spiraling to the ground fast, he can barely control the thing anymore, only able to stabilize the spiraling somewhat, but there just isn't enough time to slow down.

As he fall a green portal open up, he couldn't move out the way fast enough so he went through it, as fast it open it close behind him 'Shit this may not be good' Fox though

He shielded his injured face with his arms as the Arwing falls low enough to begin smashing into the treetops, his Arwing being tossed around by the trees, and while they slow his impact somewhat, the vines and other thick foliage toss Fox around violently, with the last thing Fox sees before he blacks out is a river, which his wrecker Arwing is rapidly falling towards.

After some time, maybe minutes or even hours, Fox finally wakes up, his eyes slowly blinking open as he looks around at the ruined cockpit of his Arwing, his own blood splattered across some of it's interior. Everything hurts, his head is spinning and the shrapnel embedded in it isn't doing him any favors, and his arms and chest are marred with more shrapnel, nowhere on his body is left unmarked, all of it has some kind of cut or bruise. Slowly, and painfully, Fox manually opens the cockpit window and climbs out, landing painfully on the jungle floor with a thud. He slowly stands up and looks to the sky, the battle is done?, 'Do they think I'm dead? That crash must have looked pretty violent, what the hell am I going to do now, Or what just happen?' Fox though as he stood and looked to the sky, the small clearing his Arwing crash landed in giving him a good view of it and the sky above. 'Why do i have a bad feeling? Something feel wrong about this...' Fox spoke to himself.