Sorry if there isn't much action in this fic. But at this point, it's really more about character interaction.
Chapter 4: How the Mighty Hath Fallen
Krystal finished mopping the stupid Great Falcon. She was in a bad mood when she found out that the ships clocks were all hooked into one system. What this meant, was that Falco had complete control over whose alarm, went off when. And since he wanted Krystal up early to mop, he had hers set to, of course, 5 am. And since the ship was really big, it took her a long time to finish up. Then Falco walked in, stretching himself out, and let out a yawn.
"Man I feel great. What time is it? Noon? Wow, I'm getting' up early today." Falco said, taking a sip of coffee, and dodging the strike with the mop that Krystal threw at him. "Watch it!"
"I'm going back to bed," she huffed.
"Nope. Dash needs to monitor someone calibrate the cannons," Falco said.
"DROP DEAD, LOMBARDI!"
Dash was reading a comic book, while Krystal was stuck with the wrench. They had been at it for 2 hours, and had only finished 1 of the ships cannons.
"Whaddya mean yours and Katt's have two cannons AND the lock on cannon!" Krystal screamed.
Dash responded by shrugging.
"Ooh! X-ray specs," he noted. "Didn't know comics still did that. Especially not political thrillers."
Krystal huffed, and went back to work.
"This isn't worth it," she declared banging her head on Dash's ship.
Dash's finger moved towards the phone.
"I'M DOIN' IT!" she yelled at him.
"Where is she now?" Falco asked.
"I dunno. Katt probably has her doing something tedious that doesn't really need to be done," Dash said. "I tried Falco. I made sure to show her the slowest possible way to do it, but she's really a tough cookie."
"Hm… Well it's only the first day. We'll keep it up and…"
Krystal walked in panting, her fur wet, and sweaty, and her ears, drooping. She inhaled and then slumped into the nearest chair the lounge had. She flicked on the TV, and looked through the shows they had bought before they took off. She found her favorite sitcom.
"You guys have Cruiser 666?" she asked, her ears pricking up.
"The whole first 4 seasons," Dash told her.
"Ah the shenanigans those queers get up to. Hey Kryissy!" Falco told her. "Why don't you make us some popcorn?"
He ducked the flying remote.
"Watch it!"
"I'll get it I'll get it!" Dash said quickly, as the angry vulpine bared her teeth, and stared bloody murder at her new, "crewmates".
Katt walked in, noticing that Krystal was picking the entire crew's favorite show.
"Oh! I didn't think that was your kind of show Kryissy," she giggled, then noticed the death stare she was being given. She coughed nervously. "Yes… well… Do we have any popcorn?"
Krystal stood in front of the phone nervously bouncing tapping her finger on the command button. She took a deep breath, and pushed the button.
"Phone… speed dial. Fox McCloud."
She stared at the screen, nervously shifting her weight from her right foot to her left foot.
"Hello?" Fox asked, as his image came into focus on screen.
"Uh… Hi," Krystal said.
"Oh! Uh…" Fox snapped his fingers a few times, "… Kursed! That was your name wasn't it? What kind of parents gives a name like that to their child any way?" Fox asked, giving her a joking look.
"Yeah. Ha ha," Krystal giggled nervously. She stood still, and waited for him to say something.
"Uh… did you call for a reason?" Fox inquired.
"Did… Oh! Yes I was just wondering… about… Krystal!" she said off the top of her head. "Yeah… Falco told me a bit about the story between you two and… I'm a bit of a sucker for that mushy stuff."
"Well, what did you want to know?"
"… Why are you searching for her?" she was no longer nervous.
"Because she's wonderful," he explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"But… she hates you from the sound of it," Kursed told him.
"I know… but I still have to talk to her. At this point I don't even care if she takes me back… Just to talk to her… one last time…" Fox was talking more to himself now.
"Why do you want to see her so much? You should hate her too."
"Why would I do that?"
"She made you grovel! And then she still let you do all the work, and took all the credit with Star Wolf! From what Falco told me in the story… She sounds like a cruel manipulative-"
"Shut up!" Fox said sternly. Krystal stopped, taken aback.
"I don't care if you ARE one of Falco's friends. If you ever insult her again, I'll come over there myself, and you'll be sorry. Don't contact me again until you're willing to apologize."
Fox's image disappeared off the screen. Krystal stared dumbfounded.
"I'd say he's telling you to quit beating yourself up, or he'll do it himself," Falco told her, clapping her on her shoulder. "I'm pretty sure neither of us wants him over here. The Air Lock is for getting rid of Katt and Dash's stuff so they don't find em' when they need em', not disposing of broken bruised and beaten blue fox corpses… Good Night!"
Krystal suddenly had a vision of what Falco had just described, and shuddered. She approached her room and noticed on her door…
"HA HA! HOW WITTY! HOW CLEVER! HOW WONDERFULLY DROLL!" She screamed into the intercom. In their beds, Dash, Falco, and Katt giggled madly. On Krystal's door was a sign that read, "666".
*Keep in mind that in Lylat System, there is no Christianity, and therefore no religious significance to the number 666. Instead, Cruiser 666 is a popular sitcom. A sitcom about gay couples. As such, a common way to make fun of somebody is to label their room as the number.
Digimon Generations is on a hiatus due to lack of inspiration.
