Just as usual nothing could be heard in the vast open wasteland of Space. But something was out and about in the empty endless vacuum. Not just one something, but dozens of somethings all around the Space. For this was the Lylat System.
One lone grey and blue colored ship made its way through the Space. The ship was in similar design to the common Arwing, which was piloted by the old Star Fox team. It still could be piloted by them today but no one is for sure. But the pilot of this craft was not a member of the Star Fox team. And the Arwing was different. The wings and the the thrusters were painted a deep blue and the hull and cockpit were the steel grey. Inside the cockpit was a lean dog by the name of Axal. The german shepherd made his way through the open space by doing various spins and random flips and what not. On the side of the hull was a paw print that had been painted onto the Arwing in a bright red. Axal had put it on his ship himself and he had also modified the Ship himself as well so he could that feeling that his craft was different.
But there was no time to go into detail about his craft. As the young dog piloted his ship through the space he saw his destination. He reached over and pressed a button to establish a comm link with the large ship he was approaching. Once the link went green a gruff male voice could be heard,
"This is the Marshall of the Cornerian Army. State your business."
Axal cleared his throat and flicked on the "talk" switch. "This is Axal requesting permission to dock on the Marshall Sir."
The radio made a few blurbs of static then the voice came back. "Ahh, one of the new fighter pilots. Permission granted. You will be greeted by a ship assistant in the bay." The voice went silent for a few seconds and then it came back. "Welcome to the Marshall kid. You better be a fine pilot."
The link was disconnected and Axal saw the large docking bay doors open on the large ship. He maneuvered his ship into the bay and released his docking gear and landed.
The ship slowly flipped off and the engine died. Axal popped open the cockpit and he slowly took off his helmet. He jumped up and made his way down the ladder that had been pushed up the side of his ship. His tan metalic boots made audible clanks on the floor as he landed.
He was wearing his tan flight jacket and had was holding his helmet in one hand and his duffle bag in the other. He looked around the metallic grey ship bay and he saw the number of robots working on the ship. The looked pre automated so he didn't bother them.
The hull was a very bright white and had many boxes and ship tech all over the place. There was enough space for a few more ships as well. But the next thing caught him by surprise.
A grey female feline made her way to Axal and stared at him. "Welcome to the Marshall." She had a half smile on her face.
Axal cleared his throat again. "Uh, thanks." The cat then snapped her finger and a robot came over and took his bag and helmet. "Hey!" He yelled at the robot as he went off somewhere. The feline stopped him. "Don't worry, your belongings are being taken to your quarters. So don't worry."
Axal calmed himself and crossed his arms. "So am I the only one coming?" The feline put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him. She clearly wanted him to follow her. "No, you're not. There are others coming, you are just the first. Now then." She led him over to a lone door and stopped him there. "You are instructed to report to the common room and wait until your whole fighter squad is there. Understood boy?" She raised an eyebrow.
Axal shrugged. "I..uh..yeah.." The feline quickly interrupted. "And you will not leave that room until you are instructed to do so. Can you follow that little dog?"
Axal said nothing and shrugged. He was clearly confused.
She gave him a smug smile and flicked her tail. "Good boy. Now get a move on." She turned from him and left. Axal stood there for a few seconds and tried to regain his thoughts.
A few dozen minutes later Axal FINALLY made his way into the common room. On the left side of the room was a large window where one could look out at the empty space. There were chairs all over the room and there was a fridge and a table and a stove and what not. There was a TV that was on, it was on the Cornerian News. A channel Axal never really watched.
Still, Axal sat down and couldn't help but keep his eyes on the TV. He had no idea what was going on with the system, for he never really sat down and watched the news. But this female vixen news anchor seemed to be doing a good job of reporting.
She was just sitting there at her table with her papers in front of her talking. Ha, easy job.
Then the TV flashed and the vixen spoke up, "Now time for your Cornerian Army Report." A little song loop played and it brought Axal into watching.
"With construction going on right here on Corneria and Zoness and Aquas there is a lot going on. But is the Lylat System really safe?" Axal scoffed. "Uh, yeah."
A picture was placed on screen of a few citizens of Corneria. "It has been a few years since Andross, the evil tyrant, was vanquished in his attempt to rule the Lylat System. But his forces are STILL out there." Axal brought himself in closer and focused on the TV. "But with new soldiers recruiting into the Cornerian Fleet, the Lylat System can remain safe. And so I think I speak for all of us across the system when I say, "Thank you Cornerian Soldiers." ."
Axal scoffed again and turned the chair around away from the TV. "And what about us mercenaries? Hmm? We are practically in the Fleet...just...not in the fleet..."
The german shepherd let out a deep breath and leaned back in the chair. He was paying no attention to the TV so he was actually missing the actual Report. But he didn't care. He had no idea how long he was going to be waiting here anyways.