Peace In Lylat, And Good Will To Star Fox

Written by: Pasta Masta

Here's a few words from the author: Well, my first fic, and it's a Christmasy Starfox fic. So, phone up your ex, call your Father/Mother, deck the halls, and enjoy reading possibly the worst fic you've ever set eyes on.

The Great Fox, 8:30 a.m.

Christmas is a time of joy, a time when people spend time with their family, and friends. Certainly not a time to be running around the galaxy, Fox thought irritably. The Great Fox was heading towards Corneria, however, it was a week before the big day.

Peppy was sitting in his chair, reading a book, a steaming mug of coffee in front of him, while Falco lazily strode in, to grab a bite to eat. No one seemed to ever wake up before Peppy, and it puzzled the avian to see someone of Peppy's age out of bed before any of his more youthful comrades.

Falco poured coffee into his mug, and began looking in the fridge. "I thought I told Krystal to pick up some more-oh, we do have eggs. Hey, Krystal! Could you make some breakfast for me and... " Falco glanced at Peppy, "do you want some, gramps?"

Peppy sighed, then nodded. Falco continued, "... breakfast for me, and Peppy. Oh, I suppose Fox and Slippy'll want some, and you."

The vixe slowly entered the kitchen, rubbing her eyes in the process, "Yeah, good morning to you, too, Falco". Krystal turned towards the stove, and bumped into Fox, "Oh, excuse me. Good morning, Fox." Fox just looked at her, and smiled, "Morning, Krys."

By this time, Slippy had wandered in, got some coffee, and looked at Peppy, "How long until we reach Corneria, Peppy?".

The hare looked up from his book, "We will enter Coneria's atmosphere in 7 hours, aproximately."

Slippy frowned, " We're gonna have six days to prepare for Christmas; man, this is going to fun." he answered sarcastically.

"Hey, thank General Pepper for giving us a mission in December, Slippy." Fox said, Falco shrugged, "At least we're going home.".

Sargasso Station, 1:30 p.m.

Panther went to the hangar, and saw Wolf working on his Wolfen, "How's it going, Wolf, are you almost finished?"

"Yeah, yeah... no thanks to that pup." Wolf growled. Panther crossed his arms, "Stop being grumpy, Wolf, have you forgotten what time of the ye- " Panther noticed Wolf glaring at him, and stopped. "Right, I'll be in my quarters, if you need me." Panther stated, "Hmph, well, Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge." Panther narrowly dodged a 'flying' oily rag.

The Great Fox, 1:48 p.m.

"Do we have to do our Christmas shopping tomorrow?" Falco complained

"Yes, Falco. If we wait any longer, the mall will be insanely busy. You don't want that, do you?" Falco sighed in defeat, "you win, Fox, I'll make sure I get a good sleep, tonight.

Fox looked at Krystal, and grinned, slightly "So, are you looking forward to your second Christmas, Krystal?"

The vixen got up from her chair "Of course, Fox..." she softly blushed "...I think I got the hang of it, last time."

Fox thought back to the moment he and Krystal unknowingly met under mistletoe, and Krystal didn't know what it was. Fox hesitantly explained what it was, and it's purpose, to which Krystal quietly giggled, and sat down beside him, on the bench.

Krystal noticed Fox's momentary inability to look at her, straight in the eyes, and his face appeared to have a crimson glow, so she put a hand on his cheek, and Fox slowly looked at her.

Krystal shook her head, "We have more important things to think about, Fox", then she looked at the time

"We'll be home in an hour..."

CCM (Central Corneria Mall), 10:05 a.m.

Falco's eyes widened, "This place just opened five minutes ago, and there's already a cascade of people in here!"

"You act like it's surprising, Falco" Slippy grumbled. Krystal was enjoying all the lights, and decorations, Falco just crossed his arms "They sure don't hold back with decorating"

Fox turned, and walked in a different direction "I'll meet up with you guys later, alright?"

Everyone continued going forward. Slippy spotted the store where he was going to, but it also happened to be where Falco was going to go, however, the store was big enough for them both to roam around, without bumping into each other.

"Let's see..." Falco was looking through the video games, which were in alphabetical order, "... Ah, here we go! Inter-Space Conquest II."

Falco knew that Fox really enjoyed the first one, and heard about a second one, and had much interest in playing it. Falco headed to the counter, and put the game on it. A white feline looked at the game, then at Falco "That'll be $59.99, sir." he said, and Falco handed the cat his credit card.

"Would you like this in a bag?" the feline asked him, "Yep" Falco answered cooly, and left the store, carrying the bag.

Falco and Slippy met up with Krystal, in front of a water fountain, "Where's Peppy?" Slippy wondered, "He already picked up his things, and headed home." Krystal told them, "Lucky..." Falco whined.

Fox had just left a Souvenir shop, when a passerby collided with him, "Oh, sorry" Fox quickly excused himself, "Watch where you're goin'" a familiar, gruff voice threatened.

"Hey, wait!" Fox called, and the person stopped, and turned around and both Fox's and the "stranger's" eyes went wide, "Ugh, McCloud!" sneered the very familiar face of a certain grey lupine.

Fox had an incredulous look on his face, "Wolf!? What are you doing here?!

Wolf narrowed his eyes, "None of your business." he mumbled. then crossed is arms, "I ask you to stay out my way, and we run into each other at a mall." Wolf snarled, " But it's Christmas and we're standing in a packed mall, so I obviously won't kill you, today."

Fox rolled his eyes, "Merry Christmas, Wolf." Wolf expected some hostility, so he was kinda dumbstruck

"Uh, yeah..." Wolf drawled, "You, too..." Wolf paused, and walked off. Fox just stared, "Holy crap." he whispered, and he swore he saw a small bag hanging from Wolf's grasp.

"Yeah, that'll be three." Falco told the disinterested looking coyote.

The coyote yelled behind him, "Three strawberry-mint swirls!"

Slippy and Krystal waited for a minute, then Falco brought their drinks. "All this shopping tires a guy out; how do you females put up with it, Krystal?" Falco asked, and Krystal held up her beverage, then smirked, "One or two of these, and we're fine." Slippy coughed.

Starfox's Cornerian base, 5:24 p.m.

Peppy was watching the snow falling out of the living room window "They're not done, yet?!" Peppy exasperatedly exclaimed, "Kids these days..." He grumped.

Just then the front door swung open, and Fox entered, then Slippy, Krystal, and Falco.

Krystal shook off some snow, and shivered slightly, "Cold out there?" Peppy chuckled.

"What the...? Slippy, close the door already! Fox commanded, "Aye aye, captain.". "Wow, you still do that, even when you're not working." Falco teased,

"Falco, it was for all our sakes." the vulpine retorted.

"What took you guys so long?" Peppy inquired.

Fox put his jacket away, " Some guy was getting mugged, three days before Christmas, can you believe it? Of course, I had to do something; poor fellow... oh yeah, I also bumped into Wolf O'Donnell.

Slippy froze "W-what?!", Falco looked at Fox "You saw O'Donnell? Where?"

Fox told them what happened in the mall, and how about there was a lack of 'confrontation'.

"He actually returned the gesture, somewhat?" Peppy questioned, "Yes. Needless to say, I was shocked." "He would've been too, if I had my blaster with me!" Fox thought, "Fox!" Krystal shouted, "Huh? Yes? Oh, right, you're telepathic. I was kidding, anyway." Fox half-lied.

"Well, it's good to have gotten that shopping done with." Falco sighed, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in my room."

Falco wandered down the hall, and Slippy followed. "Falco, could I see your blaster?" the toad asked.

"Oh, yeah, it was kinda wrecked during that fight on Zoness..." Falco pulled it out of his utility belt's holster, and handed it to Slippy, who deeply sighed,

"Falco, this serious damage! It won't be a simple fix, that's for sure."

"Then you'd best get started, toady." Falco flatly commented.

Slippy smiled, "You bet, Falco. She'll be all fixed by tomorrow."

Falco blinked, was the Christmas season affecting the amphibian that much? Maybe Slippy was plotting some deformed Christmas surprise for him.

Falco pondered this.

Author: Well, I figure there's no need for me to waste my time writing more, if people don't like it. So I'll see what y'all think of it, before I dare continue; sound good? See ya!