Fox stepped into the lobby of the abandoned apartment that Wolf had purchased as a hideout, freezing when he got inside. Katt, Will, and a feline he had never seen before, were sitting around a table, coffee mugs in hand and laughing about something. Fox glanced at Ramirez, completely confused. The two of them walked closer, instantly speaking.

"Um, who the hell is this!?" Will looked up, a glare on his face. That's when Fox noticed the kid sitting on the floor at his feet. Will slid up onto his feet, stepping around the kid and moving over to the two of them.

"Yes, I picked up a pair of strangers, street rats. They might have info we cant get. People don't usually notice people like them. Thought you would approve." Fox crossed his arms and glared at Will.

"Strangers that could give away our position and our mission." He looked back at the two people. Even though they were clearly freshly showered, both of them, their fur was still matted in places and both looked under fed.

"Look, they need help, and maybe they can help us. Just trust me, please?" Fox sighed and nodded, taking a second look at the two figures. The older female, although young, was still very attractive.

"What are their names?"

"Miyu and Maxi. Both orphans, but Miyu apparently ran with a gang and was a bounty hunter before. She wouldn't speak of why she stopped." fox nodded, thinking for a minute.

"Alright fine. They can stay. Our patrol didn't find anything. Dead end, again." Will nodded and Ramirez suddenly spoke up, walking up behind where the female feline was sitting.

"Hey, Miyu isn't it? um, you seem like a gal with an ear to the ground. Want to help us out?" Miyu nodded to him and slipped off the couch, following Ramirez to the little group.

"So Fox, how long until Wolf and them get back?" Fox glanced at Will as he spoke, speaking quieter to try and keep Miyu from hearing.

"Wolf should be back from his assault in a day or two." Will nodded as Ramirez rejoined them, the feline beside him.

"So, you guys seem to have a lot of humans with you." Will shrugged, speaking for all three of them.

"Well, What humans that are left in Lylat gotta stick together. You have a problem with that?" although the words themselves would normally have sounded hostile, his tone was very soft and kind. She shook her head, smirking.

"Not one bit. So yall wanna know something?" she put on hand on her hip as she spoke, shifting her weight to that side.

"Yeah, hear anything about the Andross remnant or Oikonny?" she instantly had a confused look on her face.

"Um, no. why would i?" Fox cursed and Will spoke up.

"Alright, anything organized in the area? Preferably on the shadier side of life if you don't mind." She sighed and crossed her arms, clicking her tongue as her brow furrowed.

"No, I avoid the shadier side of life. Who the hell are you people!?" Fox grimaced, but spoke up.

"Well, some of us are ex military, some of us are ex mercenary, but all of us have one goal, end this war. So, are you going to help, or not?" she glared at the group before she responded.

"No. we'll take that room for the night, then we are leaving. I will not drag Maxi into that life." She stalked back to the group, dropping onto the couch and glaring at anything that moved, Maxi too entertained by Katt's wrist computer to notice. Fox sighed and beckoned the other two to follow, leading them to an apartment they had converted into a command center, with a small holo-table in the center of the room, Macbeth's greyish brown colors of the industrial world floating above it.

"Well, do you two have any idea's?" Will shook his head, speaking as he did so.

"No. My Cornerian may be decent now, but the info brokers still wont say a word to me." Fox sighed as Ramirez spoke up, playing with the map as he did so to zoom it in on the ship yards.

"He isn't back yet, but Mill was scouting this shipyard. Lets hope he got under the canopy." Suddenly, before he could continue, an alarm went off, marking an incoming call, on an emergency band. Fox instantly answered it, a human voice spilling out.

"This is Staff Sergeant Mill! I am under fire, found something big! It's at the…" his voice cut out for a second, replaced by an explosion. "The Stellar Dynamics star yard! If you can hear me, level the place, I got video data!" Fox cursed, the line cutting before he could respond.

"I'm going after Chris. I owe him that much." Will's voice was set in a determined tone, Fox gently rubbing his chin.

"I wonder what he found. I mean, that Star Yard is big enough to build several cruisers at once, so it must be big. Ramirez, hold down the fort, Will, take Katt and see if you can extract Chris, I'll prep my fighter for a bombing run, lets hope they don't have too much as far as firepower." Will nodded, before rushing out, likely to retrieve his gear. Ramirez sighed and zoomed in on the message location, near the south end of the yard.

"Think he's alright?" Fox shrugged before closing down the map and stepping out of the room.

"He's good, so let's hope so. Keep an eye on our guests, and if Wolf or Falco show up, fill them in. I sure as hell could use the back up." Ramirez nodded and Fox strode off, out the main doors, a now equipped Will and Katt rushing out and slipping onto Will's modified jet bike. He watched as the bike shot away, then jogged off toward the spaceport Wolf owned, where his fighter was currently stored.


Mira rolled her aching shoulders before she pressed her thumb onto the reader, clocking herself out from work. A sigh slipped out of her mouth, glancing at the watch on her wrist and the past midnight time it read. She trudged out of the small break room, slipping out from behind the counter as her boss waved goodnight to her. She casually waved back as she made for the door, nearly falling over as she ran into one of the patrons.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry ma-am." The spotted feline, just smiled, helping to steady Mira as she responded.

"it's all good. Mira right?" she nodded, not recognizing the tall, thin woman that was smiling at her. She was wearing a tank top and a harness, a pair of blaster pistols slung on either side of her chest. This, coupled with her cargo pants and combat boots, made Mira instantly think she was a mercenary or a soldier. She also had a small strange clyander hanging off her belt that Mira had no clue as to what it could be.

"Yeah. Sorry, but, you are?" The feline chuckled, still smiling broadly.

"Oh, Sabby! I'm surprised you don't recognize me, I'm here all the time." Mira shrugged, the only thought on her mind being getting home and going to sleep. "Ya know, I'm a huge fan. You and Star Fox were pretty spectacular." Mira glared at her and was starting to move around her when a new figure appeared, a light and dark tan vulpine. Both of them had the same extremely pale green eyes, but something about the Vulpine was far less friendly than the feline.

"Sabrina, your job is to protect the target, not talk to her." Sabby turned her attention toward the ever so slightly shorter vulpine, her hands on her hips.

"I am doing my job! You want me to watch the main entrance, I am! Aint nothing wrong with talking to her lover boy!" he blushed furiously as he looked around the room, Mira riveted to the spot. He was wearing a long sleeved jacket and jeans, but something about the way the thin jacket bulged off his thin frame told her that he was carrying some sort of carbine slung underneath it.

"Sabrina….." she instantly spoke, cutting him off.

"You are the one not doing your job, derrick. Aren't you supposed to be in a corner and watching the whole bar?" he growled softly and she was about to speak when a sweet, soft voice spoke from behind her.

"when are you going to put a ring on her finger derrick? You two already bicker like a married couple." Mira spun on the spot, instinctively reaching for her hip, where a blaster used to sit. Before her now was a tall lean canine with vibrant, stark white fur, and cinnamon brown along her face and running toward her back, clashing quite nicely. She brushed some of her sandy brown bangs out of her pale blue eyes, a smirk on her face. Her hair seemed to be an explosion off of her head, long, silky and full in a way that Mira could only hope for her own hair to be similar too.

"Wow…" the one word slipped out of Mira's mouth of it's own accord, unable to stop it.

"Will you just shut up Spitz?" the Vulpine's voice was very low and frankly sounded scared, causing Mira to glance back at them. The vulpine was blushing furiously, looking like he would want nothing more than to disappear right there. The feline beside him had wrapped her arms around one of his, resting her head on his shoulder and purring softly.

"Hey, I think that aint such a bad idea, Derrick." Mira's eyes flicked between the three of them, just now noticing that the canine was also armed, a blaster loosely hanging off her thigh, seeming out of place with her skin tight blue jeans, grey fleece and white t-shirt.

"Alright, who the hell are you guys and why are you 'protecting' me?" the canine smirked, holding out her hand to Mira.

"I apologize for my colleagues there, but my name is Sheila Spitz, former CDF fighter pilot." Mira tentatively shook her hand as she continued. "Commander Grey called in a favor for peppy, asked me to keep an eye on you and Krystal. That there is Derrick Woods, and Sabrina Garretson. Their bounty hunters." She gestured at the other two as she spoke, first the vulpine, then the spotted feline.

"Heeey Sheilaaaa! I can introduce myself ya know!" Sabrina was smiling as she spoke, holding her hand out to Mira. Mira couldn't help but smile back as she shook her hand too.

"Why do I work with you two again? The whole point was for her to not know we were watching." Derrick crossed his arms, earning him a playful punch from Sabrina and a glare from Sheila. "Fine, fine, hello, my name's Derrick." He held his hand out to Mira and she politely shook it, Derrick speaking before she could. "There, you two happy now? I'm being friendly." Sheila chuckled, Mira taking her chance to speak up.

"Okay, what are you guys talking about!? What do you mean, Commander Grey?" her eyes were bouncing between the members of the group, utterly confused.

"I used to be a part of Husky squadron before I met those two love birds and went bounty hunter. I owe Star Fox my life from the Lylat war, so when Bill came with a favor from Peppy, I couldn't deny him. Make sense?" Mira nodded to Sheila before rolling her eyes and stepping past, headed for the door.

"Where do you think you are going hun?" Mira walked backwards as she responded to Sabrina.

"Home, I'm tired, just worked a twelve hour shift. If you three want to follow, fine." With that, Mira turned and walked away, not hearing the vulpine slip from the group and trail her.


Katt wrapped her arms around the humans chest, clinging almost desperately to him. Of all of the methods of travel they had access to, jet bikes were undoubtedly her least favorite, especially if Falco was the one driving. The reason for which still caused Katt nightmares, whether she would admit it or not. Will's jet bike was a twin engine, flat bottomed, wedge nosed craft, with three thrusters on the bottom, one in front, two in the back. It also had the mountings for a turret ring a rider can operate, but Will had removed the ring and the Plasma Repeater that usually sat on it. instead, there was a saddle bag filled with rations and med supplies, slung across the back of the bike, and a sniper rifle strapped onto the side of the bike. She snapped her eyes closed and shuddered, coming to close to stalls and traffic for her comfort. The bike stopped and she finally opened her eyes, still shaking. They had reached the star yard, the massive multiple square kilometer closed top building looming before them. The building was large enough to produce a human sized cruiser.

"You okay Katt?" she shakily nodded, drawing her dual pistols from her chest rig.

"Yeah. Just had a bad experience on one of those." He nodded, quickly flicking his boxy, mid length weapon on. The casing was a straight black in color, painted that way by him. There were a pair of guards at the gate that moved to stop them as they moved closer. Will flicked his weapon up and fired an automatic burst into one's chest as Katt fired both her blasters into the other. Without a word being said, they glided through the gate and up to the building, a single nod causing Katt to slam the butt of her weapon on the door switch and both of them rolled around the corner. After a few short passages, the only sign of life being the group of workers cowering in a corner, they entered the yard itself, Katt freezing at the massive shape that loomed before her, fear leaping into her throat.


Wolf smiled as music blared through his cockpit in a deep pulsing rhythm. Meanwhile, the fighter he was chasing juking and rolling. "Yeah…. Let's go!" as the lyrics to the human song started, he opened fire, his linked blast tearing the strike fighter apart. His smile broadened as he rolled and dodged a cannon shot from a Verham cruiser.

"Hey Fara, when are you going to hit that damned cruiser?" he heard her grunt over the radio before she responded, looping his fighter to face her bird like one.

"When are you going to stop fooling around and take care of these fighters behind me? And are you listening to music again?" Wolf grimaced, lining up on a pair of the strike fighters following her and firing an unlinked stream of fire into them. The two unshielded craft shattered from his fire.

"Uhh…. No!" Falco's voice rang out as his interceptor whipped past from in front of Fara, downing half a dozen craft in a single pass with the rotary cannon installed on his modified Interceptor.

"Damn it Wolf, stop stealing Will's music, all because you two are all buddy buddy don't mean you gotta do what he does! And we can hear it through your radio you fool!" He flipped the Avian off as he slipped up beside Fara's cockpit. Her fighter was built off the new AL-7 warbird. It was very similar to the older AL-3 and AL-4 bottlenose fighters, only reversed, with the wings and cockpit at the front of the craft and bending back. Hers had an extended cabin along the bottom of the craft, allowing her to have a small living space for extended flights. The craft had G-Diffusers built into the wings that she had installed lenses over to change their color to a deep orange rather than green. Coupled with the red and orange feathered like paint job and the red exhaust from the tri-engines, made the craft's name suit it perfectly, the Phoenix.

"hey, I can listen to music if I fucking want to!" as Wolf spoke, he pitched slightly and rolled over Fara's fighter, switching to the rotary plasma cannon nestled in the split nose of the craft. Which in turn was what he loved about his Wolfen. It was very modular and therefore very easy to modify and tweak for the mission. A burst from the cannon shredded a pair of invaders that were vectoring in on Fara. Her fighter had been equipped with a pair of heavy weight 'ship killer' torpedoes. Unfortunately, they had to get with in spitting distance to use them, because the ship's defenses would destroy the weapons before they could reach the hull. "Bird Boy, cover our six, Fara, stay behind me!" As Wolf spoke, he accelerated and ruddered slightly, before he was forced to start juking and rolling to dodge shots from the enemy cruiser. Fighters spewed out of the boat like cruisers hangers, which lined the sides of the vessel. Wolf merely grinned as the songs words drifted back into his head. "Can we go back, this is the moment, tonight is the night, we will fight till its over, so we put our hands up like the ceiling cant hold us!" Wolf played with his rudder and pitch as he held the trigger in, sweeping fire across the swarms of fighters tearing out of the nine hundred meter long warship, fighter after fighter detonating under the salvo. Wolf suddenly veered upward, just as Fara released the two torpedoes. They were to close for the ships weapons to react, and the weapons slipped into one of the open hanger doors. A fiery explosion ripped out, followed by a chain reaction through the ship that turned the vessel into nothing but scrap. The remaining enemy fighters were shredded by their half dozen craft.

"Well that was boring." Falco's fighter drifted up to Wolf's as he spoke.

"Oh come on Bird Boy, I had to save your ass a dozen times!" Leon's Wolfen dropped in from above to form up with the others.

"Lizard, your tail would be cooked if I hadn't blocked that cruiser shot!" Leon was about to retort to Falco's call when both Wolf and Fara shouted simultaneously.

"Quiet Children!" Another pair of Wolfens joined their flight as Panther spoke up.

"Yes, quiet children we don't want to upset mommy and daddy now do we?" Dash's voice spoke up too.

"Panther, I think they mean all of us." Wolf shut off his music as he flexed his muscles.

"Can I shoot them now?" Fara laughed as she responded, the flight moving to beside a single lone human dropship.

"No honey, you cant shoot the kids." He growled and grumbled, making sure his radio was on as he did so.

"When you guys are done fooling around, we would really like to get back to our commander." Wolf smirked and guided the flight back to a small rundown freighter they were using as a jump ship.

"Did we get anything?" the response was near instantaneous.

"Yes we did O'Donnell."