Even though Fox had wiped out a good hoard of Star Wolf's front men, both the vulpine and the vixen had expected there to be more. Contrary to their thought, there wasn't a single one left, though Krystal kept saying how a lot of thought patterns seemed to be going away from them. "Relax, Fox," she said, "there isn't a single thought nearby."

"Alright," he shrugged, "But I'm keeping an eye on our six just to make sure. How's your Arwing?"

"It had a hard time starting up. I actually had to jump start it, and I managed to, but Wolf took me to..." Krystal stopped, her mouth open at her Arwing.

"I don't think it's flying anytime soon."

Apparently, either Panther or Wolf had ordered someone to do more damage to it, and whoever did was pretty brutal; both wings were ultimately destroyed, parts of the outside ripped off, revealing the metal endoskeleton of the ship, and the back thrusters were bent, one of them on the ground torn up. Fox went to open the hatch to the cockpit, but while it opened, he apparently managed to rip the handle off. Looking inside, the control stick was taken out, the floor petals in the pilot's seat, and the Arwing itself wouldn't turn on; Fox looked at the engine, which shown that, while some of the major lines were cut, the spark plugs were stolen.

"Anything saved?" Krystal asked.

"Well," Fox pulled out some SD cards from a compartment, "Your music wasn't taken."

"I guess StarWolf doesn't have much taste." she giggled.

"By the way Wolf and Panther argue all the time, not one bit," he said, laughing a little bit as well, "I guess we can take my Arwing. You don't mind, do you?"

"Not one bit." she said, smirking. He held her hand, walking with her towards the docking bay.

...

Krystal had ended up sitting on Fox's lap in his Arwing; though it was a little hard for him to see, he didn't mind, especially since he got to hold Krystal somewhat. At one point, he turned on the Auto Pilot once they got far enough, to which they both found the opportunity to have a very long make-out session, which ended about 5 minutes after they actually got to the Great Fox, to which Peppy had to break up. Fox had apologized for being so threatening, which Slippy, Falco, and Peppy had blew over about 10 minutes after he actually left.

"So, now what?" Falco asked, arms crossed.

"Well," Fox replied, "I think I'm gonna go watch a movie with Krystal." As soon as the words left his mouth, General Pepper appeared on the Communication line. "...Spoke too soon."

"Well, isn't this a surprise?" The old dog laughed, "I see Fox actually came out of there alive; looks like he really does put his training to use! Ha-ha!"

"Very funny, sir," Fox mumbled, "How'd you even know, General?"

"I called for you earlier, but Slippy told me that you went out to save Krystal."

"We didn't miss a mission, did we, sir?"

"Fortunately, no. We were actually telling you that your last mission's money was finally put into your accounts. However, now that you're here, we wire-tapped Sargasso's communications, and it seems that O'Donnell is planning something, though. We aren't sure if it's good or bad, though just be ready to back up the squadron when it actually happens, just in case."

"When is he planning for the event to happen?"

"He didn't say. Just be on the lookout for now, StarFox. Pepper, out."

Everyone stood there for a moment, taking in the info. "Well," Falco said, "looks like Wolf's doing something."

"It's not Wolf I'm concerned about," Fox said.

"...It's Panther." Krystal finished, the sheer worry of his next move on both of the foxes face.

A/N: Sorry this one is short, I didn't really have many ideas for this chapter; Anyway, enjoy, and I don't own StarFox!