Hath no fear for Ku Flux Clan is here.

As the dark morning shone upon all the asinine geniuses all the foreign natives smiled and choked out a cry of anguish. "Morning! We have survived another heavenly night in hell!"

The furry humans began mobilizing for a morning patrol. But something was wrong within the air. All heads turned to the Eastern hills. From those Eastern hills came the Western Vikings.

They came and began slaughtering all the helpless Cerinians. One by one, the armed Cerinians fell to plasma bolts and streams of fire. The Western Vikings made sure to leave no survivors.

After the raiders left the camp, several survivors rose from the pile of burning bodies and began scavenging for useful trinkets.

Up in space onboard a vessel dubbed the Great Fox, behind the monitor, behind a blue avian dubbed Falco, sitting on a lifted chair, on the bridge, beside a blue Cerinian dubbed Krystal, who was sitting next to a frog dubbed Slippy, who had a high-pitched voice, beside an android dubbed ROB, sat Fox McCloud in all of his confident gloominess.

He nonchalantly shot his arm forward. "Status?"

Krystal relaxed into her chair as she concentrated extremely hard with her psychic abilities. "I'm sensing...very few survivors, if any at all."

Falco butted in and quietly interjected, "I'm hungry! Let's go eat some turkey or chicken!"

Slippy threw his wrench at ROB but it hit Krystal. Falco cursed in pain.

Fox had to jump out of his seat and restrain Krystal from chocking Slippy.

"He's not worth it. He's just a frog with a voice like that one pop singer: Jager Meister."

Krystal collected herself and then fumed silently in the corner.

"We don't have enough weaponry to fend off those raiders down there so we're going to have to let them be." Fox said.

"Why?" Falco said.

"I just said why." Fox said.

"Why?" Falco said again.

"Falco, just shut the hell up."

"Why?" Falco said yet again.

"Okay! We'll go buy your fucking chicken sandwich."

A smile formed upon Falco's beak and he backed down.

Fox muttered under his breath, "Fucking cannibal."

Krystal stormed off into the hallway while screaming behind her back, "No one pays attention to me anymore."

Fox looked at Slippy. "What's her problem?"

Slippy shrugged and followed Krystal up the hallway.

As ROB drove the ship to Corneria, Falco posed a question to Fox.

"Hey Fox, how do you fall up the stairs?"

Fox glared at Falco. "Hay is for horses, dude."

Falco shook his head. "Right, right."

Everything was going smoothly when the ship rocked violently, tossing nearly everyone. Fox got up from his chair and stared out of one of the bridge panels.

"Sweet mother of Krystal! Andross is alive!"

Krystal walked into the bridge, a desperate look etched into her face. "Did someone say my name?"

Falco couldn't believe his eyes. "No shit! That's a fucking contradiction! We killed him back in Adventures!"

"How the he-

With a single swoop, Andross obliterated the Great Fox, leaving behind no survivors.

From the explosions, four streams of smoke barreled out in different directions. Apparently the Star Fox team survived the blast.

With all four lasers charged to minimum capacity, they let it go and watched Andross die for the third time in a soothing inferno.

The Arwings formed a rhombus-like formation with Fox leading at the front.

"All aircraft report!" Fox shouted into his headset.

Slippy responded first, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Peppy came in second, "You're becoming more like your father."

Falco arrogantly said, "I'm doing fine. You doing OK there, Fox?"

"Yup. Krystal's in the cockpit with me naked and everyone survived."

Falco smiled. "Now...about those chicken sandwiches."

Suddenly four red ships appeared out of nowhere and not too familiar voice voiced over the comm channel.

"Can't let you do that, Star Fox!"