Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. My heart's not in this story, its in the sequels. I want to get past this stage and move on to more exciting Star Fox stuff. Real missions instead of Panther spoiling a perfectly good honeymoon. I guess I could write it so that Panther just leaves them alone, but that wouldn't be any fun! (For you readers, I could've had fun just piling on the romance and sexual content! ;)) If this seems a little sloppy its because I've got no inspiration at this stage, I just sit at my computer and type whatever comes to mind. And the stories I do have inspiration for are either premature to this storyline or I don't have any details on. The problem is that I've got all these ideas in my head but I can only work on one thing at a time, and I've got no words to thread the plot together. You guys know what I'm talking about right? After all you're writers too! (In some cases) and we all get writers block! Am I right? So, that's basically where I am right now in terms of writing. Sorry these Author's notes are so long, I just needed to.... what's a good word for it....umm...vent? Well, that's not exactly it, but I can't think of a good word right now! So here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Gifts from Admirers

After a rousing breakfast of PukPuk omelettes and sliced Dumbledang pods, Fox and Krystal were in their shuttle's storage areasipping coffee and examining the many wedding presents which had be forgotten in the excitement of the last few days. The stack had considerable mass, comprised mostly of jewelry, fire arms, and currency checks along with several original paintings of beautiful landscapes. Expensive, beautiful, meaningless. These had been provided by the majority of the wedding guests. The presents that meant the most were fan mail sent to the couple by their adoring fans from every corner of the Lylat system. Some of these contained money and all wished the couple best of luck. Krystal was taking particular interest in a note with messy handwriting, obviously from one of their younger fans. It read:

Dear Mr. Fox and Ms. Krystal,

I am hapy you ar getting maried. Thank you for all the times you saved Lylat! You ar the best! I hope you ar happy and I really hope I get to meet you somday! My daddy and mommy both say hi to! You must lov each other very much! I hope you like the picture I drewed for you! It took me til bed time to finish! When I grow up I want to be just like you!

Love,

Randy Westy

P.S. Please tell Mr. Falco and Slipy I said hi!

P.S.S. I think you ar bootiful, Ms. Krystal!

Krystal smiled down at the letter. She was used to all the fan mail she got as a member of Star Fox, but it was always wonderful to receive things from their younger fans. This boy couldn't be more than 4 or 5 years old! The drawing that accompanied it depicted Fox and Krystal's wedding. Fox was wearing a tuxedo and Krystal a wedding dress. Granted it didn't look like her actual wedding dress, but was a more traditional style with a wide skirt and veiled headdress. They were holding hands and smiling as Arwings flew above their heads. It was very roughly drawn in crayon and in the corner was signed: "Fox and Krystal get Maried by Randy Westy." Even though it was crude, Krystal thought it was one of the sweetest, most beautiful gifts she'd ever received.

"Fox, come look at this!" She beckoned him over. Fox, putting down the large assault rifle he'd be looking over, came and stood behind Krystal peering down at the letter. A small smile spread across his face and a light chuckle escaped his lips as he read the post,post script.

"Well, what do you know?" He smiled at Krystal. "I'm not the only one that thinks you're "bootiful!" Krystal laughed.

"Isn't that sweet?" she cooed. "And he worked so hard on the picture!" She folded the letter and picture up and put them back in their envelope, making a mental note to send a thank you to the boy later. She set it to one side and continued looking through the piles of gifts for something interesting. "You find anything from someone we actually know?" she called over to Fox who was searching a rather smaller pile on her right.

"Not yet." Fox continued rooting through the white wrapped packages, looking for names he recognized. Finally a familiar name caught his eye. "Ah-ha!" He cried pulling out a medium sized package from the messy stack. Krystal's head appeared from behind the mountain of presents she'd been searching and looked curiously down at it.

"Who's it from?" She enquired. Fox checked the tag.

"Falco," he said thinking of the blue feathered avian.

"Oh, this should be interesting!" Krystal giggled bending down. "I wonder what Falco's idea of a good wedding present is?"

"Well," Fox surmised moving to tear off the paper. "Knowing him, I bet it's a...." He let his voice trail off and his hand froze. A thought had just occurred to him. Withdrawing his hand, he looked up at his wife with a pained suspicion. "Uh, Krystal?" he blushed.

"What is it, Fox?" Krystal asked puzzled at Fox's sudden behavior.

"I really think we ought to wait on this one."

"Why?"

"Well, I have a funny feeling that...." Fox's voice again trailed off. Krystal shook her head slowly, trying to understand Fox's hesitance to open a gift from his best friend. As Fox's suspicions entered her mind, she suddenly understood. Her eyes widened and a shocked expression of realization appeared on her face.

"Oh. I...uh...whew..." she stammered trying not to blush. "I, uh, agree. Maybe...Maybe now's not the best time." Fox nodded and pushed the gift to one side. They both went back to searching and soon they each had found a gift from each of their friends. Slippy's gifts were two small, disc-like devices. The card explained that these were a new invention of his called Reflectors. They projected an energy shield in front of the user when activated, and could reflect any kind of projectile back at an attacker. In the note, Slippy explained that it could even knock back an opponent if activated with correct timing, giving him a nasty jolt. "Unfortunately, that only works when it first activates, and it can't deflect physical attacks." Slippy had written sadly.

Fox was particularly eager to try it out and activated the device without thinking. Immediately, a bright blue shield appeared in front of him, knocking a pile of presents across the room with a loud thud. Wincing Fox deactivated the tiny device, and smiled sheepishly at Krystal. "Sorry about that."

Krystal laughed and picked up Lucy's presents. They weren't anything major. Krystal received a new set of tail rings, while Fox got a book entitled 101 Reasons and Ways to Give Your Mate Personal Space. When Krystal read the title she collapsed onto the floor, laughing at her friend's noseyness. Fox didn't find it quite as amusing and set the book down on Falco's present where he promptly ignored it.

Bill supplied both Fox and Krystal with new leather jackets. At last something practical, Fox thought thankfully. Amanda had given several movie disks, probably with the intent of creating a romantic movie night. "That was sweet of her," Krystal mused.

General Pepper showed his regard by sending them each a bookend from his library. They were antiques, and they had a rustic look that made them glow with life. While they weren't the best of gifts Fox and Krystal both appreciated them immensely. Beltino Toad had sent them an artifact from Aquas' sea bottom he'd retrieved on one of his research trips. It was a cracked earn worn smooth by the millennia of ocean currents. Katt had gone the same route as Bill, sending them each a new headset with tactical eyepiece.

Last but not least was Peppy, who instead of buying a gift, had written them each a letter. The notes on the back of the envelope told them to open these alone. Fox and Krystal mutually agreed to open the letters later.

When at last all their friends gifts were found, Fox and Krystal straightened up to stretch themselves. "Well, is there anything else worth looking at in here?" Fox wondered aloud. Krystal raised her hands above he head intertwining her fingers from the outside in, and stretched.

"I thought I saw something a bit interesting in the back," She mused. "We could try that."

"What is it?" Fox asked curiously. Krystal shrugged.

"Statue of some kind. Follow me." Krystal turned and, taking Fox's hand, navigated the many obstacles to the back of the room. The "statue", Fox thought, wasn't really a statue. More like a giant ornate chess piece. The base was of a gold color, acting as a sort of "trophy stand" to the life-sized representation of Krystal. The image of Krystal itself, depicted her during the time of the Aparoid Invasion. She was wearing a her flight suit, and stood in a flirtatious pose, flipping her hair back. On the "stand" was engraved a strange symbol, two lines intersecting randomly.

"Certainly is big." Fox commented, not sure as what to say.

"Lifelike too, don't you think?" Krystal mused, climbing up on the stand to look her twin in the unseeing eyes. As she looked, she could swear she sensed something like faint thought patterns emanating from the statue. She blinked, and the patterns disappeared.

"Krystal, something wrong?" Fox asked, putting a hand on his wife's shoulder. Krystal looked back at him, shaking her head.

"No, it's nothing." Fox helped her down off the stand and they walked back out of the storage room, picking up their coffee on the way out.

Krystal collapsed onto the large living room couch, wiping a few stray locks out of her eyes. Fox sat down next to her, relaxing into the cushions. They both sighed contentedly.

"So, Fox," Krystal enquired. "What's on the agenda for today?"

Fox thought for a moment before answering. "Well, we've seen pretty much all there is to see here in the Walled City," Fox scratched his chin thoughtfully. "It's been great seeing Tricky and all, but I think its time for a change of scenery." He looked over at his wife for approval, and she nodded assent.

"Yes, I think a change of scenery is just what we need. We've spent how many days here? 3? And I agree it's time to move on."

Fox nodded. "Tricky'll be sorry to see us go." Krystal took a sip of her coffee and sighed.

"Yes, but we'll drop in on our way back, right?" Fox nodded again.

"Yeah, I'd feel bad about leaving and not saying goodbye."

"Me, too." Krystal agreed putting down her coffee. "So, if we leave the city, where do we go?" Fox thought for a moment and shrugged.

"I don't care. Is there any place you'd like to go?" Krystal screwed up her face in thought, and drummed her fingertips on the coffee table in front of her.

"Why don't we head down to Thorntail Hollow?" Krystal said at last. "We can get most places from there, and from what you told me, it's sounds quite beautiful."

Fox nodded. "Alright. Do you want to take the ship, or do you feel like doing a little walking?"

"Let's use the shuttle and fly down there," Krystal chuckled. "I don't much fancy mountain climbing."

"Well, what I meant was take the path through the mountains." Fox said sheepishly.

"Even so, let's take the ship." Krystal leaned over to give Fox a kiss. Fox responded and put her hands on her waist. They kissed about ten seconds then broke apart. Fox stood up and began walking towards the hatch.

"Where are you going?" Krystal called after him from the couch.

"I'm going to go tell Tricky we're leaving. I'll be back in a minute and then we can go." came Fox's reply. Krystal got up and took his hand.

"I'll go with you. I could use a little fresh air." Fox shrugged and hit the hatch release. The ramp lowered and the two vulpines walked out into the afternoon sun.

Very short chapter. Like I said, no inspiration. Leave a review!