She woke suddenly, drenched in sweat. She didn't know what had made her wake so abruptly. She hadn't felt like this since, "since the day Fox died…" She barely whispered. She had entered the dogfight because she felt it was only right to help her former family one last time, even though she had loathed Fox for telling her to leave. But if she hadn't have gone she would never have knew, there would be no hurt, no loss. Sitting up, she slid out of bed and went to look in her closet. Upon opening it she saw her spellbound staff, several dusty, unopened boxes of possessions; most of which involved Team Starfox in some form or another, and a metallic case of emergency supplies and weapons. But there were no clothes. Upon realising she was standing in them, she shrugged and padded to the bathroom. Taking a brush out of the cupboard, she proceeded to brush her long, navy blue hair. She looked up into the mirror and saw herself, but not herself. After being discharged from Starfox, she had dyed her hair a darker shade of blue and her fur a sombre blue so dark it almost looked black; anything to make her unrecognisable. Exiting the bathroom, she made her way to the bridge to check on her mission's progress. She was less than 200 miles away and getting miles closer by the minute. Leaving the bridge, she jogged to the storage room. The door opened with a pneumatic hiss to reveal 5 large crates. She opened the first one to her right, rummaging through for a few seconds before finding what she needed; a rebreather and a light machine gun. She made her way swiftly to the bridge where a close-up image of the quarry craft was being displayed. It was a decrepit and derelict freighter. "Hull damage on several decks, so no entry there. There's also bulkhead breaches on decks 4 and 5, so I'll have to keep away from those." She thought as she planned her entry. "Okay, the package is in the bridge so I'll enter on deck 2, as close as I can get without weakening the hull too much. Simple."
30 minutes later, she was navigating the treacherous and dangerously unsafe corridors of the decades-old craft, ears alert for any sound and firearm cocked and ready to fire at any moment. She approached the final bulkhead separating her and an object worth stacks of credits, a gateway of strengthened metal only about 4 inches thick. Carefully placing a fusion cutter on the portal of iron, she typed in the activation sequence that would set the 3 small titanium blades into motion, cutting the lock clean out of the door. 2 boredom-filled minutes later, the sparks caused by the fusion cutter ceased and the lock fell out on the other side of the door with a small clang. The bulkhead was promptly kicked inwards and Kursed entered the deserted bridge, surveying her surroundings. On top of one of the abandoned computer control systems was a small, metal box with a digital combination lock and pressure seal. "Odd." Thought the vixen seeing that the bridge was rusting and on the verge of falling apart whilst 'The Package' was in almost untouched condition. Hurriedly leaving the bridge she thought "That was almost too easy. This 'Package' must be something really important." Slamming the bulkhead shut, she made her way back through the twisting and winding corridors of the freighter to where the docking tunnel had breached the hull on deck 2. Back on the bridge a few minutes after retracting the docking tunnel and detonating the charges she had left aboard the quarry ship, she leaned back in the pilot's chair and even though they had no actual odour, she could practically smell the credits she had earned. "Time for another soda, I think." She thought as she set the course for The Malevolent Claw, an orbital spaceport run by pirates where the leopard who had hired her was waiting. As the computer made its final warp-travel calculations, there was a clang as another soda can landed in the second hand bin in the corner.