#blackarwing

[pilotofstorm]

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Sargasso was currently trying to get back on It's feet after the horrific attack that happened with Corneria. It's easy to see that many people have lost their lives during Randall's sick excuse of "perfect soldiers."

In Starwolf's base, Skippy was on his desk sorting papers, filing and completing forums.

Forums that usually a leader would most likely fill out instead.

But, his tired eyes caught the attention of a knock at the door as he sighed. "Come in." He spoke in a monochromatic tone, before his face lit up slightly at the sight of who walked in.

"Oh, Fara.. How are ya?"

[panthercaroso]

Ears point, eyes brighten up and a warm smile pulls onto her gentle features the big cat pours the fennec an extra glass of 'nog.

"How terribly sweet of you, Mister Caroso. Thank you!" A soft giggle. " I hope you had a wonderful holiday!"

      Cue a bit of content swaying of his lengthy tail as his own grin only grew in size and warmth. What an infectious happiness the young woman seemed to display!

      “Ah, the pleasure’s all mine, Miss Phoenix,” he purrs. “As for me, I certainly couldn’t complain. I had a nice time with the family, and so far it seems our ever loyal patrons are behaving for the most part--” A small chuckle interrupts him for a moment, remembering one in particular that this conversation was about in the first place. “Or... at least, trying to.”

[purrfectoutlaw]

"Heh... Everybody gave their little side-glances and their remarks, and the solidary behind me means a lot, but... I just wanted to say that I really appreciate your comment......The most, I mean. Seems like you're the one that really, um, "gets" it."

"Not a problem! I've been around enough of these rowdy types to know a thing or two about keeping them in check." Maybe some lessons learned the hard way, but Katt had no intention to 'kill the vibe' bringing them up.

[peppy-pilot]

He can’t believe he has to get out of retirement just to make this face.

[existsforus]

"Ahh... we so deeply appreciate you seeking our audience. We look forward to your continued... cooperation!"

[pilotofstorm]

The minute she ran, the vents thundered as he chases her with playful giggling. He's on the prowl, chasing his victim. The vents clunked, gaining speed as it was now coming from below her, then in front. And then, who spranged out was...

"FARAAAAAA!!!" Oh! Skippy! Oh, he's wasted. He doesn't even have clothes on. "FARA FARA FARA FARA FARARARARA!!" He cheered, basically shaking her with extreme excitement. "We should do something fun! Let's play a game!! Yeyeyeyea!!" Oh dear, he's literally bouncing everywhere. She probably can't even see him well because of how fast he's moving.

What on God's name did he drink? Fara may not know, unless she's familiar with the infamous moonshine. The drink that can break a man.

[@pilotofstorm​ || continued from x]

With the new sound of giggling now infiltrating the air, Fara’s heart begins to pound in her chest, the creepy laughing invites a chilling shiver to travel down her spine. Unfortunately, with the introduction of the giggling, she can no longer consider the clunking and clanging sounds to be some kind of malfunction and with her deeper fear now realized, the vents now take on a sinister quality; the revelation that someone is actually up there amplifies her sense of alarm. Post-traumatic stress manifests itself in the fennec as the giggles crescendo, their echoes resounding through the metallic passages, drowning out all other noise. It’s the disconcerting caterwauling that grips the young lady with a sense of imminent peril and she tries to swallow the thick knot in her dry throat as her worried emerald orbs peer up at the air vents above her.

Fara’s gaze continues to fixate on the vent above her, her mind struggling to comprehend the sight that seems to be unfolding behind the vent’s horizontal slats. A flicker of confusion, she squints her striking green eyes as she tries to decipher the shape within the total darkness. Time seems to slow down to a painful crawl as the realization dawns upon her that, oh yes, she sees them, that ominous pair of eyes staring down at her. The dilated pupils lock onto her, their intensity piercing the veil of darkness only drawing her into their menacing gaze. It is a moment of profound realization, an instant where what she thinks is the true nature of the threat revealing itself, and the weight of the situation comes crashing down heavily upon her.

A strangled gasp escapes her trembling lips as her mind comprehends what she thinks is the full magnitude of the danger she faces. Her throat constricts, choking back the scream that wells within her, as if trying to suppress the instinctual response to flee. But it’s futile. The fear inside her building to a crescendo, overwhelming her senses until she can no longer contain it.

Breaths become shallow and quite rapid, her chest now struggling to find its rhythm amidst the chaos unraveling in her mind. Each inhale feels insufficient, leaving her now gasping for air, while each exhale is a desperate attempt to expel the mounting tension that tightens around her lungs. The pounding of her heart reverberates through her entire body, its erratic rhythm mirroring the frantic pace of her newly-racing thoughts. The world around her warps and distorts, as if reality itself has become a hazy blur. Colors lose their vibrancy, and sounds blend into an indistinguishable wash, overshadowed by the deafening roar of her own anxious thoughts. Her senses heighten and sharpen, yet they betray her, amplifying every sound, every movement, feeding her paranoia and deepening her sense of impending doom.

Images from her past flash before her eyes, replaying like a haunting slideshow. The memories of being held captive, of being a bargaining chip in someone else’s dangerous game, flood her mind with a chilling intensity. It becomes real all over again, like she’s been transported back in time. The heavy weight of that Venomian-issued gun’s cold steel against her forehead lingers in her senses, defying the passage of time. She still can hear the threatening hisses of her lizard captors and her wrists feel tight with their strong grip holding her down. Though years have passed since that fateful encounter, the memory remains painfully vivid, as if etched into her very being permanently; almost as if she’s living it all over again. The walls of the hideout seem to close in, threatening the vixen in her moment of horror and a sense of powerlessness engulfs her, squeezing her like a vice grip. She feels trapped, cornered, and utterly vulnerable. The absence of her weapon and the inability to locate Monty, her trusted bodyguard, magnify her anxiety to an unbearable degree. Panic courses through her veins, urging her to scream, to release the primal cry for help that simmers within her. Fara’s trembling hands instinctively reach for the familiar weight of her Cornerian-issued gun. She pats herself down in a frantic, desperate search, her fingers tracing every pocket and crevice of her clothing.

Her search becomes increasingly desperate, her movements growing more erratic as panic fuels her urgency. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, the adrenaline coursing through her veins like a surge of electricity. Every second feels like an eternity as she hunts for the weapon that would offer her a semblance of security in this moment of terror. But as her fingers traverse the fabric of her clothing and the contours of her body, a growing dread envelops her. The realization settles in like a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach. Her gun is not there. It’s nowhere to be found.

How could she have been so careless? How could she have left her only means of defense behind, tucked away in the safety of her quarters? Her mind races, frantically calculating her options. Without her gun, she feels exposed, vulnerable and without Monty nearby, a thick cloud of doom rolls over her and fogs up her sense of judgement. Her hands, now completely trembling, continue their desperate exploration, searching for a lifeline—something, anything in the absence of her gun. But as seconds tick by, her hope dwindles. It becomes painfully clear that her immediate salvation lies outside her own grasp. Fearful tears well up in Fara’s eyes, blurring her vision as she fights to catch her breath. With each panicked gasp of air, her chest tightens, constricting like a vice around her pounding heart. The weight of her anxiety presses heavily upon her, threatening to suffocate her with its intensity.

Though fear continues to grip her, Fara refuses to succumb to such helplessness, to give in to the paralyzing fear that threatens to consume her. With every ounce of remaining determination and mental fortitude, she steels herself using her military training and allows her instincts take over. She knows she has take action, find her weapon or perhaps refuge in the presence of another, even if it means she accidentally finds the very person she hopes to avoid—Wolf O'Donnell, she’ll take his solace. Anything to find a semblance of safety, to free herself from the suffocating grip of her terror

Without another moment’s hesitation, she bolts forward, propelled by a surge of adrenaline. Her legs carry her with desperate urgency, every step echoing against the steel hallways the same thunderous beat of her racing heart. The world around her blurs as she focuses solely on the direction she last saw Monty, her faithful bodyguard.

[thebastardmeteocrusherpilot]

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Send a 🐵💊 to make a starter with Mad scientist Galaxicos AU

[ CW : Kidnapping, mention of torture, death and experiments ]

You didn't have to go there, Fara Phoenix.

The voice of the horrible tall man is what resounds the most in the cold room like the winter night. The poor girl was taken away from her father and her bodyguard, who received a tranquilizer dart that knocked him out in a few minutes and was abandoned in the lonely street. None of them would know where she is, unable to hear her cry for help and the cries of pain she released as soon as the hideous ape decided to use her as his guinea pig.

"I must admit" he says he. Dr.Galaxicos took the necessary hours for when she would wake up and to start the experiment, organizing his tools, paperwork and files. With his finger, he makes sure that the stinger of his vaccine is in perfect condition " That using the daughter of such an important magnate as a test subject could jeopardize my career as a scientist, especially when said daughter has an important role in the army of Corneria. It is certain that your rich daddy will be looking for you right now, or in better words, holding a press conference to demand your ransom or offer a large amount of money to his captor. What little men are you, the wealthy ones, of not lift a single finger for your children! ".

The chimpanzee's fangs are shown in his horribly angry gesture, growling, wrinkling at the mere thought of his own comment. What a disaster are the rich as people!

Suddenly, his mood changes drastically. At the blink of a butterfly, the ape man draws a sharp smile on his face, amused, self-confident… sadistic. "But in the name of science, the best scientists dare anything, and I, my dear, love to dare anything to get my greatest satisfaction."

Scratchy fingers caress Fara's neck, appreciating his sensitive skin and fur. His claws, still well hidden in his medical glove, could be felt scratching from bottom to top, working their way up to caress her wet cheek. Dr.Galaxicos reviews her in all her splendor. It is so true that the daughter of the Phoenix couple is a beauty, much more beautiful than her mother for sure. She so young, so strong but so delicate. She looks like his favorite type of woman.

The poor girl can't move her arms or legs, tied in tight nooses to her metal chair immobilizes her completely, if her fear hasn't already ruled her enough. The man reaches his hand to his table, grabbing something Fara can't see "In my experience, women are easier to train, even if they are soldiers in this army of dogs, they all fall very quickly into being good collaborators. So I promise you, young lady, that your stay here will not last long. If you cooperate, it will be three days or less."

In case she keeps fighting and fails as a test subject, the needle with the fluorescent poison is ready to give her end.

[failedandrossa]

"Clearly that person never interacted with a woman in they life"

[greedypigman]

continued from here! I @blackarwing

" because that's the type person you are anymore , huh?"

Pigma scratches his belly, not caring at all about looking "rude" or "dirty" with that girl that he recognized as a lady, but that he wouldn't care about right now. After all, they are both in Sargasso and in Sargasso there is no importance in how someone looks or how they acts.

"Let me ask you… do you really know who I am, Miss Phoenix? Not my story with you-know-who, but in general, I want to know what I am as a person to you. I'm sure that just from that comment of mine of my sausage and my responses to you, you must know me a lot".

Arguing with people is one of his favorite pastimes, but with Fara he would try to be soft. Wolf is watching them for sure.

[starwolfslippy]

"I'm surprised she didn't slap you for how you're acting."

[greatfcx]

"Yeesh, just this once I would'a liked to have been wrong about how fuckin' creepy Andross's cronies are..."

[pilotofstorm]

"Is that... what you want, or do you just feel like you're being wedged out of Star Fox..?"

"W-Well, I dunno.. I feel like I'm bein' a coward for wantin' to leave. But, I don't wanna deal with this.. I love workin' with them, but God, I hate that I'm jus' seen as an inferior version of my pop. I hate that no matter how hard I try, it's almost like they're never gon' change... They really don' like us.."

He sighs as he looks at a nearby vending machine, tempted to get himself a strawberry soda. Mostly because he wants to drown his thoughts out with the sweet drink. "I know I should've expected somethin' like that, but.. I jus' can't deal with it again.."

[panthercaroso]

Large ear flicks in his direction. She caught that remark. "You're not alone in that statement..."

      “Oh--well I certainly hope he hasn’t been too much of a damper on your own festive spirit, my dear, but just in case...” He pours a spare glass of eggnog to offer the fennec.

[purrfectoutlaw]

      “Fara, honey.... now that is just cruel...” she giggles to herself as she enjoys the show.

[peppy-pilot]

[hitslikeagirl]

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