Chapter One: A Second Chance
          "I used to rule my own kingdom you know, it was filled with just the right soldiers, I was minding my own, then that bastard Fox showed up. He took that from me, now here I am, wearing this orange suit." Wolf turned to his prison 'buddy', who was sipping water out of an iron cup, he was wearing an orange jumpsuit too, sleeves rolled up with an ace of spades in the left sleeve, he was a Raven, name was Michael.
           "I was actually thinking about joining your crew, but my old crew was trying to kill me at the time, prison was my only escape." Michael set his cup down and turned to Wolf, who had a hand on his chin, slumped over so his elbow was touching the metal table. "I'm not impressed with you frankly, instead of running you chose the easy way out, honestly, joining my crew would have been your best bet." Wolf eyed Michael with his one good eye, "Suppose you're right, Wolfey...say, you got a plan for breaking out of here?" Michael formed a grin, Wolf shrugged and leaned back, "Wouldn't be too hard, security here is lousy, idiots put me in a rather low security prison." "Probably to make room for Andross's assholes." Wolf chuckled, agreeing silently, even though he had worked for that ape, he still resented him and his men.
            "Well, we can't talk about this for long, they'll get suspicious, but here's what I got." Michael leaned in, intrigued, "So, I can call an old buddy that still owes me a favor, maybe blackmail him, who knows, but he will plant an explosive charge on the northern wall of the main compound, which connects to the Armory, I'll break out of there and get to the armory, secure a weapon, then work on getting everybody out. I'll lead a small team to a Prison Transport, destroy the tracking device inside, then we'll fly to my home." Wolf was doing the math in his head after saying his plan, Michael smiled, "Sounds like a job for an action hero, how are you supposed to pull that off, Wolfey?" Wolf turned to him, giving him both eyes, staring at him menacingly. "I've got well over 500 kills on my Wolfen craft, and 230 confirmed ground kills, I'm sure I'll be able to do it." Michael turned the other way, trying to hide how threatened he felt. "Alright, jeez, I'll spread the word to some of the best guys in here-" "Don't say shit, or I'm shooting you first." Michael sighed and turned to face the wall in front of them, at least there was a TV on the news station, talking about Fox McCloud's successful career as a Pilot, Wolf clenched his fist, resisting punching the TV as hard as he could.
              Minutes later, prisoners were called in to their cells, Wolf leaned against the wall, staring out of the cell door at the security guards doing their rounds. Wolf has been locked in here for a good year, the same walls, the same guards, the same plants, the same shitty excuses for prisoners. He devised a plan to get out, to try and do things better this time, maybe he would finish off Fox for good, then again he was just doing his job, just as Wolf was when he..Wolf brushed off the plaguing thought, gritting his teeth and sitting on his bunk, at least he was isolated.
             The next morning, Wolf assumed the same damn position he had taken for a good year, every day the guards come in and pat the prisoners down for foreign objects, knives, liquor, narcotics, whatever, Wolf had the misfortune of getting the fairy of the lot, Nordin.
              "You know the drill Wolfey, on the wall." Wolf stood up and put his hands on the wall, Nordin walked into the cell and patted Wolf down, finishing with a quick grope on Wolf's ass, Wolf growled menacingly, "You've done your search, get out before I rip your heart out." Nordin chuckled and grabbed his baton, smacking Wolf hard in the right side, he winced and leaned over, Nordin hit him hard enough to make a helluva bruise, that's for sure, Nordin walked out and slammed the cell door shut, Wolf grabbed the bars, "When I get out of here, I'm gonna make your death long and painful, YOU GOT THAT!?" Nordin punched the defense mechanism on the wall, sending a huge shock through Wolf's body, he fell to the floor, breathing hard and clenching his side, slowly getting up into a crouched position, looking up at Nordin with disdain, but he had already left. Escape sounded really good all of a sudden.
          7:30 AM comes, Wolf gets out of his cell, under armed watch, to the phones, he goes up to the booth, the timer starts, 20 minutes, he phones an old friend of his. "Hello, birdbrain, guess who has a great idea of escaping this hellhole, and guess who's going to help me?" "Goddamnit Wolf, I'm not helping you out, I threw you into that slammer, and you're going to stay there." "Awwh, that's not a nice thing to say to an old friend...how about I tell your friends about all those things you used to do for me, hm?" The other end was silent for a good 5 seconds. "What do you want me to do." "Simple, sneak into the prison compound, plant an explosive charge on the northern wall of the main compound at 5:50 AM, make sure you blow the charge 10 minutes after, if you do that, I'll be sure to forget all about you." "...Alright, I'll do it, I expect you want me to meet you there?" We'll meet once again in time, Falco." The timer was inching closer to the end. "I'm counting on you to do this, Falco, just think of doing this for an old friend." Wolf grinned his evil grin, "Screw you." Falco said as he hung up. Wolf put the phone on the dock and walked to his cell under armed watch. Wolf brushed his teeth, staring into his own eyes, memories came running back to him, the people he's killed, the people he's betrayed, he started wondering if he deserved freedom, answer was simple, he didn't.
             "Alright limp-dicks, shower time." Wolf's cell door was opened, he walked down to the shower, carrying an extra prison uniform, Michael met up with him, he slipped him a shiv, made of a toothbrush sharpened to a fine point, very fine point. Wolf put it into the pocket of his extra uniform. Wolf arrived at the showers, he quicky stripped and turned on the water, that frigid, cold water. He showered quickly, Wolf was the only truly muscular one in there, but he was also the only one that knew how to kill four attackers without any sort of weapon, that fear kept prisoners away from him, but apparently it didn't keep Nordin away, what an idiot. Wolf got out of the shower and dried off, putting on his new uniform. Wolf walked back to his cell, he walked in and layed down on his bunk, staring up at the ceiling with anger, tossing a wad of paper up and down, hours passed, lunch was quiet, dinner just as quiet, sleep was hard to aquire that night, it's been a year since Wolf was engaged in full combat, would he be ready? Wolf simply sighed, he knew the only way to find this out was to figure it out the hard way, once the laser bolts start flying, Wolf knows just what to do.
      The next morning came, Wolf totalled 7 hours of sleep, he hoped Nordin would come to his cell, 5:58 AM came, Nordin showed up at the cell, he hit the bars with his baton, Wolf stood up and stared at him, Nordin stared back, Nordin was somewhat chubby, but he had enough muscle on his arms and legs to keep prisoners back.
"Come on O'Donnell, on the wall." Nordin was a reptile of some sort, Wolf never really bothered to figure out his species. Wolf put his hands on the wall, looking down at the ground. Nordin patted him down, all goddamn year he would try the same trick, to sneak a grab at Wolf's ass, Wolf has been preparing himself for this moment. He felt a grab, Wolf grinned and launched a kick, hitting Nordin right in the nose, he recoilled back, hitting the wall with a loud "thwack", Wolf lunged onto him, pulling out his shiv and stabbing him in the chest multiple times, he stood up and looked down at the dying reptile, he howled and stomped his head in, he threw the shiv aside and grabbed his baton, stepping out of the cell and looking around, blood all over his left leg and his right arm. The guards looked over and ran to him, batons out, Five total. Wolf smiled and waited for them to come, the walkway was a narrow strip, with a sturdy metal rail keeping people from falling off, perfect training ground for him. A guard rushed him from his left, he gave him a front kick, knocking him back, another guard rushed him from behind, he elbowed him in the ribcage, then performed a spinning backhanded punch, knocking a tooth out, he stomped on the back of the guard's leg, then reached around and ripped off some of his flesh on his face with his claws, giving him a nasty cut, he did a backflip off of the guard and kicked the guard he kicked earlier in the head on the way down, knocking him out, another guard came up, swinging at him with his baton, Wolf countered the blow with his own baton, jumping off of the wall and kicking the guard in the face, he fell up against the rail, Wolf threw him over while letting out a victorious yell.
                 The explosive charge went off, shaking the whole building, the alarm sounded, Wolf knew what to do, he ran to the stairs going to the main office. He kicked the sturdy door down, the guard inside had readied a pulsar shotgun, and pointed it at Wolf. Wolf threw the baton at him, hitting him in the forehead, Wolf charged him while letting out an angered yell, ripping the shotgun from his grip and bashing the stock against his stomach, pointing it to his head and pulling the trigger, blowing him to kingdom come. Wolf looked over at the main control console, he pulled all the levers down, all of the doors opened, prisoners rushed out and started fighting all the guards coming in, they stood no chance. Wolf ran down to the armory, where Michael was waiting for him, he was loading a Gauss Slug Rifle, chambered for 8.91mm bullets, he tossed Wolf's signature gun to him, a Plasma handgun, firing large bolts of energy, when focused enough, it could give an Arwing a helluva dent, it also came with a large bayonet shaped like a claw. Wolf found his belt and holster, putting both of them on, putting the pistol into his belt and pump-charging his pulsar shotgun.
                   "We haven't got much time Michael, let's head down to the transport hanger before the other prisoners get the bright idea, you know where the tracker is on one of those?" Michael put on a bolt-proof vest, "It's under the transport itself, you might have to hold them off while I get underneath and smash the bloody thing, and you sure are capable of doing that." "I could kill everyone in this base now that I have a gun, let's get moving." Wolf and Michael ran down to the hanger, there were no guards around, as most of them were dealing with the main breakout. Wolf hurried up to one of the busses, Michael activated a lift on the transport, holding it up while he crawled underneath, searching for the tracker.
           A small gang of prisoners had the same idea, they run into the hanger, then stop as soon as they see Wolf, Wolf knows who they are. "Farren, step out behind your lackeys." A heavilly scarred, muscular Lion stepped out of the crowd, Farren. "You and your men have two choices, die where you stand, or join me, for a better cause." Farren looked back at his men, a fox, a red panda, and a snow leopard. Farren then turned to Wolf, speaking in his heavy accent, "Alright, Tovarishch, we're on your side, just tell us what to do." Michael called out from under the truck, "Tracker is down, let's get the hell out of here!" Michael crawled out, standing up, Wolf nudges him into the bus, Farren and his team follow as Wolf steps in, the doors close and lock behind them, Michael lifts off, the hanger doors open, the transport flies out, heading to the Sargasso space station. Wolf sat alone, looking out the window at space, so vast and empty, his hand holding his Shotgun up. Ferran approached him, "I'm sorry of all the things I did to you, Wolf." "Likewise, Ferran, but from now on you're my soldier, same with your team, This is your second chance at life, same as me, let's not fuck it up." Ferran nodded and sat with his friends, Wolf got up and joined Michael up front.
        "Ello Wolf, we're about a quarter of the way there, you holding up well?" "I'm fine Michael, keep driving, I'll be resting in the back." Michael nodded and gave him a thumbs up, Wolf went to the far back of the bus and layed down once more, slowly falling asleep, peaceful thoughts of freedom ushering him into a quiet rest.