The air rushed through is fur as he shot down towards the jungled planet beneath him. Falco’s voice chirped on the communicator. “Hey buddy, we need to rendezvous about and a mile and a half north of where you jumped. I’m sending the coordinates for the location to your navigation unit. Once there, Pepper and Peppy will brief us on the mission. See ya’ later.”
“Bye Fox!” Slippy chimed in.
“….bye Slippy.” Fox finished awkwardly. He deployed his parachute as his Arwing (now on autopilot above) headed back towards Great Fox. This was just another odd job that the Star Fox team had to pull off to keep the lights on and the ships fueled in between big pay jobs. However money had been becoming tighter so the jobs became odder and odder as time passed. He was relieved to have semi-real mission after a long dry spell. The ground quickly rose to meet fox as he braced himself for landing. The ground was soft and muddy causing the fox to sink a bit on impact. He quickly unhooked his parachute and jumped out of the wet mud. “Dammit, my boots.” Fox moaned shaking his feet attempting unsuccessfully to remove the gunk from his boots. Giving up he radioed Falco. “Can you send me the coordinates?”
“Yep, here they are, meet you in 20. Keep your hand on your blaster. We have no idea what lives on this planet.”
“Ha-ha, shoot first ask questions later?”
“As always. I’m landing soon so I’ll be out of contact for a bit, if anything happens try and get Slip.”
“Will do.” Fox finished. He walked out of the clearing and into the thick of the jungle with his hand resting firmly on his blaster. The air was humid and heavy. Fox was relieved that he had chosen relatively light clothes. He wore a sleeveless shit under his usual vest and a pair of light pants, to keep the wildlife off of his legs. The jungle was relatively quiet, besides the general noise of the ambiance and the squelching of his shoes of the soft earth. However this was interrupted by a growl coming from Fox’s stomach. However he dismissed it and continued walking on.
Money had been relatively tight and the rules always went fuel before food on the ship. Hence it had been a day since he had had a real meal. Needless to say Fox needed little exercise to keep an athletic figure. He had very little fat on his body and due to the lessened food intake needed little exercise to keep in shape. He clocked in at about 5’9’’ 145lbs. He continued through the jungle until he was interrupted again by a growl. He was very hungry, starving in fact. He then stopped in a small clearing and saw some fruits hanging on a tree. His stomach roared again almost begging him to eat them. It was then…
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