Peace In Lylat, And Good Will To Star Fox

Written by: Pasta Masta

Time for you to endure more of the author's verbal diarrhea: So, how is everyone, good? Great, well, I've been really slacking in this department, as of late. Here's the seventh chapter, so, try to enjoy it!

Fox and Krystal's Arwings, 4:30 p.m.

"So Fox, when shall we arrive at our mystery location?" Krystal (somewhat) impatiently asked,

"Don't you worry, Krys. We'll be there any minute." Fox looked at her image on his screen, "Man, she is a fox! No pun intended, but, I'm just so lucky to have come across someone so beautiful... " Meanwhile, the vulpine was unaware of his mind's security being breached by none other than Krystal.

Cheeks tinged with a crimson glow, Krystal whispered, "Aw... what a sweetheart." with a sigh she relaxed, and leaned back in her seat, "I suppose I won't complain about the trip."

Seeing their destination approach, Fox spoke into his comm. "Here we are, Krystal, just follow me, and we'll find someplace to land." Krystal did as she was told, and looked ahead of her. "Huh? There's.. nothing here, Fox!" "Krystal, look to your left." the vixen obeyed, and spotted a small cantina.

"Um, Fox... what, it's just a little... what's going on?" Krystal was beyond confused. Why would Fox take them here? This was not what she was expecting at all.

"I just figured w-we'd grab a drink, to start our 'adventure'... " Fox seemed to glumly respond, but Krystal was frowning slightly, "Oh, okay." that caused Fox to bite his lip (er... muzzle?), and his ears flattened a little.

As they landed their Arwings out front, a female weasel was waiting to greet them, "Good afternoon! Welcome to Cosmo'z Cantina, people passing through this sector stop here, as we're in a secluded area. Having so few customers, we make sure the ones we do get have an enjoyable, restful time. Please follow me.

As Fox and Krystal were walking to the cantina, they spotted a familiar craft, Fox's eyes widened, "A Wolfen!? How much do we have to see those guys!?".

Krystal picked up on this, but kept moving, "Why does Starwolf keep following us around? One can't help but wonder... " the weasel glanced back, seeing the 'out of it' look on Fox's face, "I'm sorry, is something wrong?" she pleasantly asked.

Fox snapped back to reality, "Oh! No, no... everything's alright, my mind's just a little... preoccupied." their escort smiled, "Oh, okay then!" she then opened the door to the cantina, "You two may sit wherever you like, and a bartender will come to you momentarily."

But Krystal was pondering Fox's response, "His thoughts are preoccupied? What's he thinking about?"

she could have just gone in there, and figured it out, but she wanted Fox to have some privacy in his head.

The Great Fox, 5:58 p.m.

"Don't you have ANY faith in our commander?!" Slippy's voice was rising, "Relax, Froggy. I'm just a little worried, that's all." Falco's eyes turned to the window, "Where in Lylat have those two love birds gone off to, and what are they doing?"

Peppy coughed "Stop it, Falco, you have no reason to worry... or do you?" the hare finished with a smirk.

Falco's feathers bristled at this remark, "Oh grow up, old man. I already told one of my fears, but anything can happen, right? He's my pal, sue me for having the slightest bit of concern." as an afterthought he added "I'm sure you would've had a similar attitude were it back in the day, and James flew off with some 'hot chick'.

Peppy gave him a look, but then slowly lowered his gaze, and sighed "...Point made, Falco. But, why haven't you contacted him already?

The avian rolled his eyes, "Don't you think I already would have thought of that...?" he muttered, "Both his and Krystal's communicators are off, wrist and Comm."

"Say... " Slippy spoke up, "What's happening with the Starwolf situation?" no one knew anything, and they very well couldn't even begin to know where Starwolf could be 'hiding' without Fox and Krystal there. They could assume, and hope that their rival team was at Sargasso still, but, knowing how resourceful those guys were, they probably already know about General Pepper wanting to retrieve information from them, information that they may be... unwilling to just hand over.

"Well... " Peppy began "We could try Sargasso Station, they might still be there."

"I don't know, what if they caught wind of this, and headed to some unknown location?" Falco said. He really wished that Fox and Krystal were here to help sort this out.

Cosmo'z Cantina, 5:58 p.m.

Krystal and Fox were seated by a window across from the bar, and both were looking around for the owner of that Wolfen, but they were surprised at who they discovered.

"Panther!!" They both exclaimed, but the feline wasn't alone; there was a cat, a calico of a midnight hue, sitting right across the table from him, and they were... conversing pleasantly, which shocked the both of them. They had alerted Panther, and he peeked in their direction for a moment, widening his eyes at Krystal, but narrowing them at Fox. He quickly turned around though, as he was finding company was quite enjoyable.

"Huh! Panther finally got himself his own girl, and they seem to like each other quite well. Good for him, isn't that right, Fox?" Fox's mind was currently elsewhere, though "Fox!" the vulpine snapped to attention, with a slight blush, "Oh, uh... yes? What is it, Krystal?".

Krystal sighed, "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" she grumbled, "It's nice that Panther found himself a girl, isn't it?" Fox's brows lowered a bit, "Yeah, sure... " "Now that creep will stop hitting on MY girl."

Krystal was slightly amused, and slightly offended at Fox's thinking, but he's being a typical protective boyfriend, so she let it go unpunished. Just then a bartender arrived, "Hello! What can I get you two today?" Krystal turned to face her, "Oh, hi! I'll have... " she took a second to confirm it in her mind, "I'll have a Mixed Rubea Quinella, white please." "Okay." the bartender wrote it down, and looked at Fox, "And you sir...?" she stopped when she saw who he was "F-Fox McCloud!!!" she practically screamed "Wow, we are honored to have you here! What... what can I get you?"

Fox stifled a laugh, and made his order, "I'll get an Ice Crimson Lukier, please." the bartender quickly jotted it down, "That's on us, Mr. McCloud... " Fox interrupted her, "Please, call me Fox." "... That's on us, Fox." she smiled, and left to get their drinks.

Fox turned to Krystal with a sly look on his face, "Heh heh, You know... I just might be able to get used to this." Krystal playfully stuck her tongue at him.

Fox's thoughts went back to their previous subject, and he almost appeared to be sweating slightly, Krystal immediately noticed this, "Fox, is everything alright?" she asked in concern.

"Mm? Ah, I mean... yes, of course it is, Krysta... " just then a young, dark brown vulpine approached them, excitement in his eyes, "Wow! Fox McCloud!!" he then looked at Krystal, "...And you must be Krystal! COOL!! Would I be able to get your autographs?!" he brought out a note pad and a pen.

Krystal assumed a pleasant demeanor, "Why of course! I'd love to! Here... " she grabbed the pen and note pad, and scribbled her signature. When she was done, she looked at Fox expectantly, "Fox?" the vulpine brought his attention towards them, abandoning his thoughts for the moment, "... Sure." he quickly signed the note pad on the same page, and handed it back to their fan, "Thank you very much!!" the fox happily replied.

Sargasso Station, 6:27 p.m.

Leon was busy admiring the weapon Wolf had got him, when a knock resounded at his door. Leon put the knife down, and sighed "Come in." the door slowly opened, revealing Wolf, who walked in, closing the door behind himself and leaning against it.

"Hey Leon, how're things?" Wolf asked him, the chameleon shrugged, "Just fine, I suppose."

Wolf quietly cleared his throat, "Did you... enjoy your little present...?", Wolf wasn't very practiced at this sort of thing. Leon stared at him, "Oh, yes... thank you, Wolf." those weren't words the lupine had heard very often, "You're... er... welcome, Leon. So, have you seen Panther at all today?"

"No, he must still be on his 'date'." Leon told him, and Wolf found some humor in that. Chuckling, Wolf responded, "Finally, that sap got what he wanted... " "...And it was because of you." Leon finished.

"Yes, that hairball owes me his life!" Wolf howled out loud (Sorry, Inside joke. :p)

Wolf was playing with a loose thread on his vest with a claw, "Well, I guess I should go prep some dinner." Wolf half-heartedly gave Leon a salute, then headed to the kitchen. Leon went back to examining his knife.

Wolf was looking through the cupboards in the kitchen, "Hmm, what should we have tonight?" he kept rooting through all the cabinets, and drawers, until he found something: a few cans of chicken noodle soup.

"Ah, this will be perfect!" Wolf exclaimed, making chicken noodle soup would be an easy fix, and it would more than suffice for a good meal, not to mention how easy on the 'wallet' it was.

"Ha, I'll show Leon who the real master chef is." Wolf was reminded of some of the great food Leon would make whenever it was his turn to cook, and refused to let Leon's cooking remain superior. "Yup, all of those 'professional chefs' out there will swoon for my cooking, this night."

Author: Will Wolf's meal be as successful as he hopes? You'll find out, later on. In the meantime, why don't y'all make yourself a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and review? Stick around for chapter eight, if you dare!