Disclaimer: I don't own Star Fox, and if i did, I would probably have a lot more stories by now. A note to readers: I don't have any particular pattern of chapter updating, so bear with the irrationality of posts.

I awoke. I found myself walking slowly to my near-empty fridge. I picked out a slightly bruised piece of fruit. I walked back to my seat and looked out the cockpit window. I had long since forgot my memories, but I'd expect that's because I've lived in that dingy little room for quite a while now. I winced as I sat, feeling pain shoot up through my ravaged leg. I desperately tried to remember my survival training at the academy, to no avail. I slowly ate the fruit, the name of which had eluded me just as my memories had. It was a long time since I felt happy, a long time since my deep brown eyes glimmered with joy, a long time since I felt hope. I had totally given up hope of anyone rescuing me. I shed a few tears, and felt them run down my fur, which was a lighter shade of navy. I opened my cockpit to get some air, and was surprised to hear a gasp. My instincts made me grab my blaster from my belt-mounted holder, and aimed it up at the window. "I may have lost my memories, but I've certainly not forgotten how to fight." I continued to point up at the window, poised for an attack. When that attack didn't come, I considered looking out to see what made the noise. But I paused as a female vixen look in at me through the window. I was momentarily stunned; that vixen had stirred something in my memory… "Cerinia… yes, I was born on Cerinia…" I turned my attention to my visitor and noticed she was also covered with blue fur, a Cerinian, like myself. I lowered my gun, and in a hoarse voice I barely recognized as my own, I asked her who she was. She replied in a shy voice, "Oh, I'm sorry… I saw your craft and came to investigate. I hope I didn't disturb you..." I fumbled as I said, "No, no. It's just that… I thought… someone came to rescue me…" She stepped into the small ship and gazed wide eyed at its contents. Then she focused on me, almost staring at me for a long second, "She has the same eyes as… What was her name? K… It began with a K…" Then, she suddenly placed her paws on my cheeks, and began to lick a spot just above my eyebrow. "Hey!" I exclaimed, but she paid no attention to me. She just continued licking as a dull pain start to spread through my forehead. I was putting up a weak struggle, but I kind of liked the attention. She stopped for a moment and said, "…Hold still, I'm just cleaning this cut…" I stopped struggling and let her continue. For a brief moment, I felt content. "I didn't think happiness was even possible after what I've been through." Soon after, I fell into a long, carefree sleep, my head carefully cradled in her paws.

Well, sorry it took so long to get this story up 'n' running... kept getting wierd error messages that screwed up login... oh well, it's here now. Enjoy!