A large spacecraft gently floated through space. Armed with fighters, turrets, missiles, and two main cannons capable of blasting through even the strongest shields, the craft inspired awe and fear in the hearts of all those who dared venture close.

In command of the vessel and its crew was Kursed. Loved by her obedient crew and feared by even her toughtest, bravest enemies, her strong blue body was hidden inside her armor. Dark in color, it's combination of metal and fabric almost seemed to be made out of fear and death. She stood in the command center, looking out the window, out into the vast darkness of space.

"Kursed" spoke a high-ranking officer as he entered the room "the engines have been repaired."

"Good" she replied, her helmet altering her voice "Set course for the Lylat system. I have a feeling we might find our target there. Who knows? Maybe we'll make a new friend."

"Yes sir" replied the crew member manning the controls.

"You are dismissed, Colonel."

As the officer left, Kursed thought back to an earlier, happier time. One of few survivors from her doomed planet, she quickly found love on Corneria. For years, their love grew before disappearing, shattered by the cruel realities of life.

"Love" she said, remembering the lessons life had taught her "It's not just a feeling. It's a weapon. It makes us, breaks us. It controls us. With it, my enemies will fall. With it, I gain loyal followers. With it, I can crush anyone I want anytime I want for any reason I want.

Today. Tomorrow. Who knows when the day will come when I can show my enemies, teach them this lesson. Doesn't matter when."

Meanwhile, aboard the Greatfox

Fox sighed, looking at pictures of his former love. Healthy, pure, promissing, the cruel uncertainty of life took her away from him in a shower of pain and fire. Old, painful memories filled his head, poisoning his mind.

"Fox?"

Fox turned around, finding Krystal as she slowly sat down next to him.

"Fox?" she continued now that she had his attention. "I'm worried."

"About what?" he asked, his grin dampened by the memories "You know I'm always here for you if you need anything."

"I'm worried about you."

"Why?"

"All you do is sit in this dark room. I'm a telepath. I can sense your pain. I can feel it and it's been hurting me."

"Don't worry about it" he told her, trying to calm her down.

"But..."

"Don't worry about it!"

Realizing that she had angered him, she left the room, leaving Fox alone with his pictures. The pain in her stomach and in her head grew stronger as Fox's depression worsened. She decided to deal with it, at least until he was ready for help.