Disclaimer: All this time I'd forgotten something so I suppose I'd better throw this in I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT OWN STAR FOX. IT IS THE PROPERTY OF SHIGERU(SP?)MYAMOTO AND NINTENDO.
There, it's done.
Strangers No More
Evora
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Mission Incomplete
Four Spellstones and six Krazoa Spirits were all that was needed to get the planet back in order, and Fox had already completed those missions. He'd saved that gorgeous blue vixen and kicked that so-called mighty Krazoa god's ass. The payment from General Pepper came in nice and sweet, including a bonus added on for a job well done. Now was the time for a little celebration. He already had something in mind.
Peppy was asleep in his chair back in the Control Room, Slippy worked on another one of his inventions, Falco was in the dock working on his ship, and Krystal--
"Krystal?"
Fox left the bridge and went on through the corridor and into the lounge but didn't find her there. She wasn't in the kitchen or the dining-room or the guest quarters either. Next he went out to the hangar and passed by Falco who was underneath his ship making a few repairs.
"Hey Fox, you think you could give me a hand--"
He went by without saying a word and headed for the deck. Sure enough, Krystal's transport was still there. Then he had to pass back by Falco on his way back into the main area.
"Hey, lookin' for that pretty blue vixen, huh?" Falco came up and strode alongside him. "You sly dog. No wonders you were so into saving that planet. Just one look at her and you were hooked."
"Drop it, Falco, okay?"
"Man, what's got your balls in a bind..."
"Where is she anyway? You seen her?"
"I wouldn't tell you if I had. With that look in your eyes no telling what you'd do to her."
Fox gave Falco a shove and walked off. Had to find her. Fast, before he--
"Fox?"
The sound of that voice brought him to an immediate standstill. The quiver was almost the same feeling he got when she grabbed his tail and yanked her staff from him back at Krazoa Palace. When he turned around, the look in her eyes was the same as the moment he'd saved her.
"I said I wanted to thank you, and I meant it."
She walked up and wrapped her arms around him, her delicate muzzle drew closer to his and he was about to go for it when he suddenly backed off.
"No,"
"What?"
"Not here. I want to start off the right way with you, and this isn't right. Come on." He took her hand and led her upstairs and to the first room on the left which was his. Once getting her inside, he shut the door and locked it. So far, so good. She went into the room and looked around, first noticing the replica of his Arwing on the dresser and his photographs of him with his teammates and then one that she lifted to get a closer look.
"Is this your father?"
"Yes. How'd you know that?"
She looked back at him, again with those dreamy eyes of hers and her beautiful smile. "He's very handsome. Looks just like you."
Fox tried hard not to let show that she was slowly stealing his heart away.
"And this is your mother?"
He nodded.
"And so, what do they think of their son the hero? You have called them, haven't you?"
Fox went to her and guided her hand to put down the picture frame. "They're both dead."
"Oh...I'm so...sorry."
"It's okay. At least now they haven't died in vain. I've finally taken care of that."
Krystal was obviously confused. "I don't know what you mean."
"My father was a pilot, too. As a matter of fact he used to be the leader of Star Fox, that was until one of his friends betrayed him, set him up to be trapped by one of Andross's crooked experiments, and he was sucked into a black hole way out in the edge of the universe. My mother died when I was young. I never really got a chance to know her."
This time, when Krystal reached out to hold him, he held her, letting her softness rest safely in his arms.
"That makes two of us," she said. "My parents were killed when my planet was destroyed. I did tell you that, didn't I?"
He began stroking her silken hair and whispered. "No, you didn't."
"Cerinia. Have you heard of it?"
He was about to say no when all of sudden a memory faded in, bringing back a trip he took with his dad to a place on the far side of Lylat's universe. An image of children flashed in that memory, most of them trapped inside a deep hollow and at risk of being killed, for they were caught in the middle of an open war between the territories of Cerinia, and they had to be airlifted to safety because of land mines on one side and bombs dropping on the other,"
"Planet of destiny," He added in the context of his own experience. "I went with my father one time to help rescue some kids displaced from a war you had there-"
No sooner than he'd spoken, Krystal drew back in his arms, "You...and your father? The ones who carried us out took so much of a risk. No one else was willing to help. We were all orphans, there wouldn't have been anyone to take care of us once we returned to the homelands..."
"Then I was right. There was something about you the first time I saw you at Krazoa Palace...I've seen you before...The princess," He said straight from his memory. "They kept referring to a princess."
Krystal glanced down then up at him again like a shy girl meeting her date at the door for the first time. "Me. They called me that, just a nickname that stuck. I've been on my own since I was six. I did a lot of roaming the planet. Killing to stay alive, that sort of thing. The reason they thought of me as noble was because of my special ability to channel spirits, nothing more than that. I never had a home until the day we were taken out of there and sent to the Taro Kye Foundation, a large orphanage on Cerinia,"
"An orphanage..." He couldn't manage going on without feeling any guilt.
"Yes but the best thing that ever happened to me. My teachers were wonderful. I was very grateful to them, and to the ones who rescued us. How many times are you going to do that for me until I owe you something in return?"
"You don't owe me anything, Krystal. I'm just glad you're okay and now that I have you I'm not letting you out of my sight."
There, it's done.
Strangers No More
Evora
_________________________________________________________
Mission Incomplete
Four Spellstones and six Krazoa Spirits were all that was needed to get the planet back in order, and Fox had already completed those missions. He'd saved that gorgeous blue vixen and kicked that so-called mighty Krazoa god's ass. The payment from General Pepper came in nice and sweet, including a bonus added on for a job well done. Now was the time for a little celebration. He already had something in mind.
Peppy was asleep in his chair back in the Control Room, Slippy worked on another one of his inventions, Falco was in the dock working on his ship, and Krystal--
"Krystal?"
Fox left the bridge and went on through the corridor and into the lounge but didn't find her there. She wasn't in the kitchen or the dining-room or the guest quarters either. Next he went out to the hangar and passed by Falco who was underneath his ship making a few repairs.
"Hey Fox, you think you could give me a hand--"
He went by without saying a word and headed for the deck. Sure enough, Krystal's transport was still there. Then he had to pass back by Falco on his way back into the main area.
"Hey, lookin' for that pretty blue vixen, huh?" Falco came up and strode alongside him. "You sly dog. No wonders you were so into saving that planet. Just one look at her and you were hooked."
"Drop it, Falco, okay?"
"Man, what's got your balls in a bind..."
"Where is she anyway? You seen her?"
"I wouldn't tell you if I had. With that look in your eyes no telling what you'd do to her."
Fox gave Falco a shove and walked off. Had to find her. Fast, before he--
"Fox?"
The sound of that voice brought him to an immediate standstill. The quiver was almost the same feeling he got when she grabbed his tail and yanked her staff from him back at Krazoa Palace. When he turned around, the look in her eyes was the same as the moment he'd saved her.
"I said I wanted to thank you, and I meant it."
She walked up and wrapped her arms around him, her delicate muzzle drew closer to his and he was about to go for it when he suddenly backed off.
"No,"
"What?"
"Not here. I want to start off the right way with you, and this isn't right. Come on." He took her hand and led her upstairs and to the first room on the left which was his. Once getting her inside, he shut the door and locked it. So far, so good. She went into the room and looked around, first noticing the replica of his Arwing on the dresser and his photographs of him with his teammates and then one that she lifted to get a closer look.
"Is this your father?"
"Yes. How'd you know that?"
She looked back at him, again with those dreamy eyes of hers and her beautiful smile. "He's very handsome. Looks just like you."
Fox tried hard not to let show that she was slowly stealing his heart away.
"And this is your mother?"
He nodded.
"And so, what do they think of their son the hero? You have called them, haven't you?"
Fox went to her and guided her hand to put down the picture frame. "They're both dead."
"Oh...I'm so...sorry."
"It's okay. At least now they haven't died in vain. I've finally taken care of that."
Krystal was obviously confused. "I don't know what you mean."
"My father was a pilot, too. As a matter of fact he used to be the leader of Star Fox, that was until one of his friends betrayed him, set him up to be trapped by one of Andross's crooked experiments, and he was sucked into a black hole way out in the edge of the universe. My mother died when I was young. I never really got a chance to know her."
This time, when Krystal reached out to hold him, he held her, letting her softness rest safely in his arms.
"That makes two of us," she said. "My parents were killed when my planet was destroyed. I did tell you that, didn't I?"
He began stroking her silken hair and whispered. "No, you didn't."
"Cerinia. Have you heard of it?"
He was about to say no when all of sudden a memory faded in, bringing back a trip he took with his dad to a place on the far side of Lylat's universe. An image of children flashed in that memory, most of them trapped inside a deep hollow and at risk of being killed, for they were caught in the middle of an open war between the territories of Cerinia, and they had to be airlifted to safety because of land mines on one side and bombs dropping on the other,"
"Planet of destiny," He added in the context of his own experience. "I went with my father one time to help rescue some kids displaced from a war you had there-"
No sooner than he'd spoken, Krystal drew back in his arms, "You...and your father? The ones who carried us out took so much of a risk. No one else was willing to help. We were all orphans, there wouldn't have been anyone to take care of us once we returned to the homelands..."
"Then I was right. There was something about you the first time I saw you at Krazoa Palace...I've seen you before...The princess," He said straight from his memory. "They kept referring to a princess."
Krystal glanced down then up at him again like a shy girl meeting her date at the door for the first time. "Me. They called me that, just a nickname that stuck. I've been on my own since I was six. I did a lot of roaming the planet. Killing to stay alive, that sort of thing. The reason they thought of me as noble was because of my special ability to channel spirits, nothing more than that. I never had a home until the day we were taken out of there and sent to the Taro Kye Foundation, a large orphanage on Cerinia,"
"An orphanage..." He couldn't manage going on without feeling any guilt.
"Yes but the best thing that ever happened to me. My teachers were wonderful. I was very grateful to them, and to the ones who rescued us. How many times are you going to do that for me until I owe you something in return?"
"You don't owe me anything, Krystal. I'm just glad you're okay and now that I have you I'm not letting you out of my sight."