PHEW! Took me long enogh, didn't it? Sorry, got other stories and school, and scouts…and more stuff…but, I FINALLY got the time to work on this! So, enjoy it and PLEASE R&R!

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Chapter 2: "Training…more like torture!"


"Geese, you took a beating this time, didn't you?"

Siaria was examining the multiple bruses, gashes, and scratches covering Cyrus's black scaled back and wings. Cyrus's awakening was about a month ago, and throughout the month, he's done nothing but training, training, and more training! He's been through obstical courses, and survived explosives. Sparred with multiple opponents at the same time, and shot by multiple weapons, at point blank. How he's still alive is a mystery to most. But, the reason he is alive is because he's being treated by Siaria.

"Yeah...I kinda stepped on a land mine...twice...again..." replied Cyrus, flinching as Siaria touched a scar at the base of his left, grey, wing.

Cyrus was wearing his usual attire: Black camo pants and combat boots, but his shirt was taken-off so Siaria could examine his body and find any seriouse damage.

"You know, you should be dead, but, you're lucky to have me here to keep you alive."

"I know, stop rubbing it in."

Siaria took a roll of white bandages and wrapped them around his chest, upper right arm, and lower left arm, "Alrigth, just, please take a rest for a day or two before exerting yourelf again, okay?"

Cyrus jumped off the table he was sitting on, flexed his wings, then replaced the "special" shirt he was wearing. It was just a t-shirt with holes cut in the back for his wings. Then, he put his trenchcoat over his wings, "Seeya later!"

Siaria watched as he walked out of the room, "I'll give him thirty minutes."


30 minutes later


"OW!"

"You didn't listen, did you?"

Cyrus had walked back into, no, more like limped back into Siaria's medical room with his whole right side incapacitated and most of his body covered in blood, "Well, I tried to tell Mira what you said, but, she just made my training more difficult!" complained Cyrus as Siaria patched-up a large gash streatching across most of his back.

Siaria shook her head, then mumbled quietly, "This is going to kill you eventually, and, I don't want to see that happen..."

"What did you say?" asked Cyrus as he tried to turn a around to look at her. When he did, his scar streatch, causing him to scream in pain, "OWWW!"

Siaria snapped back into reality, "Don't move! That'll make it worse!"

"Sorry...ow..."

"Listen," said Siaria, "There is now no way for your training to continue, so, this time, I'm coming with you to expain to that Bitch why you can't train."

"Geese, you're mad."


Meanwhile, on a large battleship that is resting at a docking bay, three people are sitting infront of a large screen, listening to the person talking on the screen.

"Alrigth! Team Star Fox! Glad to see that your last mission was a success!"

"Well, it wasn't that hard." commented a blue falcon resting on a chair with his feet on the table in front of him and his hand behind his head.

"That's because you weren't the one running around all over a dangerouse planet." retorted an lighly orange colored fox that was also sitting in a chair.

"Yeah! Well I was the one that had to come and save your furry little a-"

"BOYS! Calm down!" yelled the old hound dog on the screen, "Now isn't the time to argue! I have another mission for you."

"Already!" moaned the fox and falcon at the same time, causing the third person, a deep, blue, colored female fox to giggle.

"Well, where-to this time, General?" asked the fox.

"Right here on Corneria."

"Really?"

"Yes, Fox, and the best part is, you're already near where you need to be."

"Well that's good!" yelled Fox, the orange fox, excitedly, "What do we have to do? Take down some street gang? Or stop an illegal sales deal?"

"Neither," responded the General, "You have to go undercover at a new organzation that formed while you were gone on your last mission."

Fox groaned, "Why can't we do something exciting for once?"

"Now I remember why I left." mumbled the faalcon.

"What did you say Falco!" yelled Fox.

"Nothing..." replied Falco, the falcon.

"Yeah, right..."

The blue fox sighed, "Are they always like this?"

The General laughed, "Usually. Here's the plan. Fox and you, Krystal," said the General,indicating the blue fox, "Will use some of our newest in disguiseing technology to go undercover and work at the corperation, whil the reat of your team will investigate them normally." The three nodded their heads, "The tech should arrive in about three days."

"Okay, so, what is this corperation called, and what do you think they're doing?" asked Fox.

"The corperation is called, 'Syscorp' and, from what we know so far, which isn't much, they are trying to make a very deadly, and nearly unstoppable, weapon, and we want you to find-out if they are, and stop them. Peppy, out."

The screen went blank, "So, what do we do while we wait for the stuff to arrive?" asked Falco.

"Let's show Krystal around the place, since she's never been here before." answered Fox.

Falco thought for a moment, "Nah, too boring for me...I think I'll go embarras some soldiers at the shooting range." With that, Falco got up, grabbed his coat off the table then walked out of the room, "Later!"

Krystal stood and started walking out as well, "Well, I think I'll go put-on some different clothes since it's cold out, then we can go!"

Fox stood and nodded his head.


"Wow, you actually convinced her to let me take a week off to do anything I want?" Cyrus was in his room at Syscorp with Siaria, who had just got back from her "conversation" with Mira about Cyrus's condition, "How'd ya do it?"

Siaria thougth for a moment, "Well..."


"NO WAY! He's going to continue to train until I say he can...stop..."

Siaria had pulled-out a gun from seemingly nowhere and placed it right under her chin, "How bout now?"

"...uh...u-uh...Of course he can take a week off to do whatever he wants!"

Siaria put the gun back into it's holster conceled by her coat, "That's what I thought."

Siaria turned and walked away, "Bitch..." mumbled Mira under her breath.

Siaria turned back around with the gun in her hand pointed at Mira's chest, "What was that?"

"N-nothing!"


"That's not important right now, because now, you get to go an a vacation!"

"Sweet! I'll get some of my cloths together." Cyrus said, mostly to himself, as he walked into his bed room, "But first, I think I should take a shower."

Siaria smiled, "He's sure happy."

"Oh! Hey Siaria!" called Cyrus from his room, "I was wondering if you wanted to come too!"

Siaria was surprised by the offer, "What? W-why would you want me to come?"

Cyrus stuck his head out of his room, "Well, you're kinda the only person I've met that hasen't tried to kil me...also, since your only job is look after me, then, you have nothing to do for the next week!" Cyrus brought his head back in his room, and, a few moments later, Siaria heard the shower turned on. Cyrus yelled from inside his room, "So ya' comin, or what!?"

Siaria sighed, 'Seeing as he's right about everything...and I haven't had some free time in a while...', "Sure! Why not!"

Siaria then heard a loud THUD, followed by an, "OOF!" and then an, "Oww..."

Siaria shook her head, 'Besides, if I didn't come, he'd probably kill himself.'

"I'm okay!" called Cyrus from the shower.


HAHA! This is probably going to be my humor story!...as you can tell from this chapter right here! Anyway, like the top says, R&R! I want to know what you think! Even if you don't have a profile! REVIEW IT!!! Or else!...or else what, you may ask? Well, let's just say you DON'T want to find-out...

Till next time!
Cyrus Black