Falco looked out of his Arwing as the sky over heard was pitch black, not a star could be seen. He hung the headset back on the rack in the cockpit, leaning his head back against the seat then. Nothing was alright. He knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Foxy that. Though, as smart as she was, he knew she'd figure it out in a few days when he didn't return home.

The raid hadn't gone so well, that was an understatement to say the least. When he'd gotten there the few surviving citizens of Sauria were nothing short of piles of raw, scared emotions crammed into their single bodies. Just by the looks on their faces he'd been scared himself, but never did he show it. He needed to be the ace-pilot they'd all heard of in stories and legend. That's why he was there, but still even an ace-pilot held emotions.

Whether I want too or not, I have to stay here as long as it takes, was his only thought to himself as he stayed leaned back in the seat. The survivors rested in a make-shift camp a few yards from his resting Arwing. Somehow though, something didn't feel right. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he was sure something just wasn't right.

His orbs watched over the make-shift campsite. The few small dinosaurs huddled together as the fires were all that drove the nightmarish images from their heads. But even those small flickering flames could do only so much to keep the screams and cries of loved ones parted at bay for so long.

The campsite, itself, was no bigger than the workout room on the Great Fox. Several lean-tos had been created to make room for the larger dinosaurs that had been caught up in the raid. While the smaller dinos found shelter in cracks within the rock facing the camp was set again. In total there was about thirty or so different fires that dotted the field that pressed up to the base of the rock facing. At the base of the rock facing away from the make-shift camp by only a few yard, at most, set Falco's Arwing; as well as Falco himself.

He couldn't think of a crazy way to spend the last week, other than the time when Slippy messed up Fox's Arwing and spent the whole week with Fox throwing his own tools at him while he set to work fixing the Arwing all over again. That little memory made him laugh, but it soon quieted down when he realized whom he missed most of all on the GreatFox. Foxy McCoy.

The male sapphire falcon shook his head at her last name. He never would figure out what her mother was thinking at naming her after Fox McCloud. He had nothing against Fox, but give him a break: McCoy? Why torture the girl with that last night? But still even so, he found he'd grown to love that name of hers as if it were his own. Everything about her had changed him for the better. Even when she'd had to slice open his stomach to get him back to him old self, he'd truly loved her for it. Even if he'd asked the stupid question: why the stomach? When he'd known the answer was so she wouldn't hurt him anymore than she'd had too.

Falco placed a hand on his stomach, feeling the small scar where the blade had pierced his skin. Though, he hated the scar, at the same time he cared for that scar so much. It was like having a little piece of Foxy with him. Even though, he had her heart in the palm of his hands, and vice versa with his lover.

Falco, you gotten keep your head in the game boy, he thought to himself as he found his mind kept racing back to her.

Soon enough several of the fires started to die away as the owners' drifted off to sleep. Though, many still held the nightmarish images within their minds; they tried their best to cope and laid down for a long night's sleep. Falco watched them as he stayed awake and alert for any signs of raiders once more. The other four members of his team had been sent to nearby planets to keep them from harm in case the raiders decided to hit the neighboring planets of Sauria. Still that feeling of something was wrong, kept coming back to Falco.

He soon left his Arwing, a mistake he'd regret later on, as he walked along the edge of the make-shift camp. For sure a quick camp to be created it was rather large, stretching out at a space of sixty by sixty feet. For a make-shift camp that was large as few residents inhabited it for now. The few he'd found weren't all, but some had gone into hiding and he hadn't been able to find them yet.

As he walked his mind drifted by to Foxy, when he should have been paying close attention to the area around him. He'd started to walk away from the make-shift camp. The sounds of approaching footsteps were the only warning he received. In a flash, he'd turned around with his body in a fight-ready stance, only to find a baby dino looking up at him. He sighed as he settled himself, once more ruffling his feathers as Foxy had put it.

He picked the baby up, being gentle as he carried him back to the campsite. Finding the baby's mother was easy as at least baby dinos resemble their parents down to a "T." After returning the baby to his family, Falco walked back to the Arwing. He leaned against its thin frame as he looked up at the sky once more, finding several stars in the sky. And once more that feeling of something was wrong came back like a kick in the stomach.

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Disclaimer:
I do not own Star Fox or any of the characters of the series!
I wouldn't be here if I did!

The second chapter to this little story, I'm going to try and have this story completed by the end of the week before life gets too hectic for me. Not much else to say except:
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