Onward to Krystal's side of the story. I forgot to mention this takes place six months after the Angler War. Kyrrin is pronounced kur-rin. Some times I make up funky names.

Flashback

Krystal, who had only just become a teenager, was walking happily back from a walk with her childhood sweetheart, Kyrrin. They were arm in arm, and their heads leaning gently on one another. He's so lovely, Krystal thought. Whenever Krystal was held in Kyrrin's arms, she felt so safe and secure. They were comforting and warm, and Kyrrin was so caring. Krystal could share her emotions with him, and he was the one she could lean on.

Their village came into sight and the two of them gave each other a quick kiss.

"See you, Krys," Kyrrin said.

"Bye Kyn," she replied. The two nuzzled each other before departing.

Krystal headed off to the small palace that was her home. Her father was the head Elder of the village's council. She opened the large doors of the palace, and walked inside. She hummed happily to herself as she headed to the training ground for her daily sparring lesson. The vixen stepped into a small courtyard that had various training weapons and dummies. There was a large circular ring that was the sparring court, and Krystal's father was waiting for her.

"Hey Dad!" the vixen chirped.

"Hey Krys," Krystal's father greeted. "I heard you were with Kyrrin."

"Yep," Krystal replied.

"I'm glad you two have found each other."

"Thank you."

Krystal's father threw Krystal a sparring staff and grabbed his own. "Okay, let's get started."

The next couple of hours were spent with short fights, teachings of forms, and self-control. Krystal was a quick learner and had already become a good warrior.

The two foxes engaged in a fight, and Krystal's father went on the offensive. The vixen blocked and deflected the blows her father threw at her. She took note how far she was backing up, and that her father was getting confident. Too confident. There, she thought. An opening. She suddenly leaped forward and jabbed, and swung her staff with great speed and precision.

"Good, good!" her father said as he barely managed to jump back. "Wait until your opponent gets too confident, then strike back!" Krystal was the one on the offensive now. Her attacks were relentless, but her father was skilled too. There was a slight opening, a minor flaw in her stance that only a skilled Cerinian warrior could see. With one end, he deflected Krystal's jab upward, and with the other end barely made it through the vixen's guard. It connected with her side, and she faltered, flinching sideways. He continued and jabbed an end into Krystal's stomach, knocking the wind out of her, and she crumpled to her knees. Her father put a foot on her back and pushed her down.

"Know when to break away from an engagement to recompose your self," Krystal's father said as he helped her up.

Krystal nodded and was about to say something until a flash of light came from the sky. It was followed by a pillar of light that plowed straight down through a nearby mountain.

The ground shook violently, and Krystal would have fallen, but her father kept her steady. The shaking lessened, but the mountain, full of lush green life, turned black, and started to break apart, magma gushing from the cracks.

Krystal's father was already on the move. "Krystal, get to the ship, now!"

"But-!"

"I will follow! Just, go!"

Krystal shot off, and burst into the village. It was in chaos. Panicked families scrambled to get to their loved ones. The vixen looked around frantically for Kyrrin.

"Kyrrin!" she shouted. "Kyrrin!" She turned and sighed when the fox put his hand on her shoulder. "We have to get to the ship!"

"Alright!" The two of them were joined by some of their other friends and they ran for the ship. They had almost made it out of the village when a spout of molten rock spewed up and engulfed the fox next to Krystal. He screamed in agony. The others stopped for him, to see if he could still make it, but he was gone, burnt to the bone.

Then another spout of magma shot out from the ground, burning down a house. More spouts shot up, spewing magma that burned everything it touched.

Krystal could only stare at the devastation as houses and people were burned. Her own home was swallowed up by a large gorge that had opened up in the ground, and many people fell to their doom.

"Come on!" Kyrrin shouted, snapping the vixen out of her trance.

The four of them continued to run for the ship, trampling undergrowth with the speed one could only achieve if they were running for their life. Trees fell around them, and the ground cracked and spewed forth magma. Amazingly, the four had gone relatively untouched.

"I see the cave!" Kyrrin shouted. Right ahead was the entrance to the cave that led to the ship. The rock around the entrance looked unstable, so the group but on a burst of speed.

They were right at the cave's mouth when a spout of magma shot up right in front of a male fox, and he barely stopped before he was burned. He went around, but he saw the tree too late, and it came crashing down on him.

"Brother!" another female cried.

"G-go!" he managed.

Kyrrin pulled the girl away from the entrance right before the rock collapsed. The three remaining in the group ran for the ship while the world around them broke and shattered.

The walls in a corridor that led right to the ship's hanger had fallen away and was now a bridge over a river of rising magma.

"Hurry!"

The three of them bolted across the bridge, just as the ceiling collapsed behind them. the other girl was an arms length behind Krystal, and the vixen heard a cry of pain as the girl was crushed by falling rocks. Kyrrin grabbed Krystal's hand and they continued to run. Then the bridge broke. Pieces fell from behind the two foxes faster than they could run. With one final effort, Kyrrin threw Krystal in front of him, and the ground beneath him fell away, with him with it. the vixen managed to grab onto the ledge of rock where the bridge had met the ground.

"Kyrrin!" Krystal shouted as she grabbed his wrist. The vixen had almost lost her grip on the edge with the force of his fall. "Hang on!" She tried to haul him up, but she couldn't do anything but hang there.

The rock where Krystal was hanging onto started to crack. "Krystal, the ledge won't hold us both."

"I'm not going to let go of you!" she shouted back, knowing what Kyrrin meant.

"I'm sorry Krystal." With his other hand, the vulpine started to pry open Krystal's grip. He knew he couldn't be saved, but Krystal could.

"Kyrrin!" Krystal caught the fox's fingers with his own, but he was slipping.

"I love you Krystal" Kyrrin let go, and he fell.

"Kyrrin!"

He didn't scream, and he wasn't scared. He stayed strong until the very end, a plume of super heated gas shooting up when he hit the magma, although it was not close enough to do harm.

"NO!" Krystal cried out in anguish. Tears were already rolling down her face. The dislodging of the ledge Krystal was holding onto snapped the vixen to attention. She wanted to just let go and die, but Kyrrin had given his life for the small chance she would live.

She reached up with her free hand and managed to grab onto a hold right as her other hand lost its grip, the small rocks falling into the magma. She slowly hauled her self onto the ledge, and then the whole place shook like an earthquake. The vixen hurried to the ship, and relief filled her when she saw it was undamaged. She opened up the door to it and ran into the cockpit and gunned the engines. She never actually flew it before, but there was no room for errors.

The ship sped out of the consealed exit as the whole cavern collapsed. It flew higher and higher, until eventually the blue sky turned into a beep black with tiny dots of light that were stars. Krystal managed to get into orbit of her doomed planet. She weakly got to a room that had a bed, and she curled up into a fetal position and cried. It was the end of her planet and she was watching it die. Everything was gone. Her home, her friends, her family… and even her planet. They were all taken away, and she watched as everything she had ever loved crumbled away. She had nothing left, and she cried until sleep overcame her.

The vixen woke up, in the fetal position as tears streamed down her face. She found that she was no longer in a small spaceship, but at her slum apartment in a city in Kew. Her sorrow quickly turned into anger as she remembered why she once again had nothing.

"Krystal," Fox said.

"Yes Fox?" Krystal asked. The two foxes were walking together in Corneria Park.

"I have to tell you something."

"Sure, anything."

"Please, don't be angry."

"Fox?"

"I-I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave the team, and the Great Fox."

"What?" Krystal's voice cracked.

"Our job is dangerous, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Fox, please, don't do this." Krystal's started to water with the thought of leaving Fox.

"I've seen you almost die more times than what I've ever wanted, and I couldn't bare to lose you."

"Fox…" Krystal was close to tears now.

"Krys, I… I've made up my mind."

"Fox please!" Tears fell from Krystal's cheeks. "Don't make me leave! I need you!"

"And I need you Krys. I… I've set up a home for you near Corneria Park…"

"Fox…"

"And given you enough money until you can support your self."

"Fox, I don't want to be alone. You and the rest of the team are the only family I have left!"

"I love you Krystal, and I hope you will understand." Fox just turned and walked away after that.

"Please, come back!" Krystal begged, but he didn't. She fell to her knees as she felt a familiar anguish wash over her. The feeling of losing everything. Her home. Her friends. Her love. All gone… again.

She was alone, miserable, and hated. Ever since she had betrayed Fox, the general populace had looked down upon her, and people began to hiss whenever she walked by.

But she had no regret of ever betraying the one she had once loved so dearly. He left me with nothing, she thought. He took everything I loved away.

But he didn't.

He took away everything I had cared for! I had to go through seeing everything I loved be taken away from me again! Somewhere within the deep conscious of her mind, a voice of her former self had formed, and although it rarely spoke, Krystal had stomped it down once again. Every time the vixen had stomped down the voice, it came back, but much less often, and sounding if it was fading.

Krystal gritted her teeth in anger. Every time she slept, she dreamed of happy times back at Cerinia, or with Fox. Then it would turn into a nightmare of her having to relive the most miserable moments of her life. Her Cerinian mind played these dreams so that she may tie any loose ends so that she may become at peace. Krystal no longer regarded it like that. They just reminded her of how much had been taken away from her. Reminded her how much she was alone and hated. How miserable her life was.

The vixen was tired, but fearing what nightmares awaited her but eventually, she laid down, closed her eyes, and let sleep over come her.

The misery that filled her had made her cold. There was nothing to give her warmth or comfort, nothing that gave Krystal any meaning. She was no longer the vixen everyone knew. She was a cold-hearted killer, a bounty hunter. She killed for money, and that's it.

No one had cared when Krystal had disappeared. So why would anyone care if a lowly bounty hunter suddenly just went missing?

I personally think that if what was in the Star Fox games prior to SFC were canon, then Fox never would have forced Krystal off the team. He would have no reason to. Still, things are more interesting that he did, so us fanfic writers can write very interesting stories.

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