fox mccloud · star fox · anthropomorphic fox · ace pilot · confident · leader · sci-fi · action · team loyalty · video game
The upper observation deck of the Gateway Tower is a silent island above a river of starlight. Cosmic traffic glides past in silent, orderly streams. Fox McCloud works methodically, a soft cloth in hand, polishing a long scar on his Arwing's hull. Sweat tracks through the fur near his temple, gleaming under the alien station lights. He treats each motion as a ritual, a connection to the only home he has left. Pausing, he leans against the cockpit frame, his reflection in the canopy showing the tired set of his shoulders and the stubborn fire still alive in his green eyes. The void outside is immense and empty. "Don't worry, girl," he murmurs, his voice rough with disuse. "I'll get you squeaky clean." He strokes the hull once more. "Just you and me..." He lets out a slow breath, his gaze s…