Alright, so here's numba 11. This chapter made my wrists kinda sore, so I really hope that you enjoyed it just as much as I have (that is, until my wrists started to hurt). There is a huge flashback scene for Krystal, explaining what had happened during her final moments on Cerinia. It's kinda violent, but nothing you can't handle. That's why this fic is only rated T (at the moment). I think that this is one of the longest chapters I have written thus far. But of course, I got stuck while writing this, so I went off and started another Star Fox fic. Heh. Check it out if you want; it's under my profile, named Plague of Shadows. Name might change, it depends on how the story will flow. It's an experimental fic, but I'm pretty sure that I'm gonna go on with it. It'll give me something to do when I get writer's block for this story, and I guess vice versa. Oh, and I've decided to split this chapter into two parts, just because I want to get some material to you as quick as possible. Sorry Fox, but you'll have to wait till the next chapter.

Enjoi. (vvvvvvvvvv see below if you're Jazzy)

(haha ignore this if you're not Jazzy, just a shout-out to this person) Hey Jazzy! Look, it's done! Six months of writer's block later, I've finally done it. (hehe it wasn't all writer's block but watev) I will help you with your writing to, just contact me whenever you need help and I'll be happy to assist you. Lots o' love.

Star Fox


Desperate Measures

Chapter 11

Untold Truths

At this point Krystal had become completely speechless. She was undoubtedly in a state of trepidation and uncertainty. How was her brother, her one and only sibling who she thought had died on Cerinia, standing right in front of her? It was impossible; she was certain he was dead. Krystal stood up slowly and cautiously approached her brother. As far as she could tell, her brother had changed in appearance. The outer edges of his face were cerulean, just as Krystal's face was. The color of his fur transitioned into a snowy, white color around his muzzle. His long, elegant blue hair completely covered his left eye because of the way that it was parted. Only his right eye was exposed for Krystal to see. Krystal stared into the depths of his mystifying, jade eye. She knew it was definitely her brother; yet something important was absent. Something was unusual about him. It wasn't the fact that his appearance had totally changed; Krystal couldn't exactly tell what was so different about Daniel. As she continued to gaze into his eye she saw a hint of compassion, most likely for her. But that was the only hint of any sort of kindness that the vixen could find. Coldness surrounded this tiny feeling of care that her brother held within himself. Krystal felt a peculiar sensation that radiated from his being. His very presence in the room made a slight shiver travel down Krystal's spine, and it wasn't because of the astonishment of discovering that her brother was alive.

"What is wrong, Krystal? Are you still in disbelief?" Her brother asked in a cool tone. Krystal was a bit hesitant, but answered. "No… No I believe that it is you now, Daniel. But… but-"

"-How am I alive?" he concluded. Krystal faintly nodded in agreement. The commander produced a crooked smile. "Come, Krystal, walk with me," he invited, gesturing to the exit of the cell that they were in. "We have much to talk about, I assume." On the outside Daniel was relatively cool about seeing Krystal again. But on the inside he was joyful, so very joyful, to see that his sister was actually amidst his presence. Sacohva exited the cell, his black cloak waving around behind him as he walked away swiftly. Hesitantly, Krystal followed after him. As they walked down one of the many corridors of the Royale, crew members noticed that their commander was walking with a vixen. Several of those crew members stared inconspicuously at the two as they walked by.

Krystal felt a tight knot form in her stomach as she walked alongside Daniel. Anxiety built within her as she noticed that many eyes were watching her and Daniel march by. The thought patterns of those crew members were confused, but curious. The awkward quietness that developed between her and Daniel made her feel very tense and uneasy. "Daniel," Krystal suddenly said, trying to break the silence, "Are you going to answer my question?" she reminded. "Of course, Krystal. But first, let us go to my private office. My crew members," He looked irritably at the ones who were staring at them, "Are being a bit nosy at the moment," he said with a hint of aggravation. The crew suddenly returned to their tasks, trying to pretend that they ad been working the entire time. None of them wanted to be on the bad side of the general.

It seemed like they have been walking forever before Daniel and Krystal finally reached his personal office. The ship indeed was as big as it appeared to be from the outside; Krystal estimated about ten minutes of walking. And ten minutes of uncomfortable silence and staring by other Teruvian officers and crew members. She relaxed somewhat as the doors slid open, which in turn revealed a noticeably dark room. The carpet on the floor was a deep shade of burgundy, just as the rest of the office was. Very few lights were on, giving the room an eerie appearance. Shadows covered the majority of the large office room. There were only two small windows, which helped to contribute the little amount of light that was in the room. As they entered, Krystal noticed the different portraits that were hung on the wall. To Krystal, they looked like a variety of different ships; however, because of the dimness of the office the paintings were nearly unidentifiable. There were a few auburn shelves backed up against the wall to the left that contained hundreds of new and old books and encyclopedias that Daniel had collected over the years. In front of those shelves were two, black leather sofas with a small, round coffee table in between.

Krystal and Daniel had at last reached his desk; it was more of an elegantly carved piece of art, really. The wood had tints of light brown here and there, but for the most part it was a solid mahogany color and was beautifully crafted, and was obviously well taken care of. On it was a computer, a few papers and documents on it, and a video intercom and two lamps that sat on either side of the desk. Only one was on, giving the area only a little amount of illumination. Behind the desk on the wall was a very prestigious portrait of the Royale, drifting silently in space. Daniel went to sit behind his desk in his seemingly comfortable chair. He gestured to one of the two seats that were in front of Krystal. "Please, have a seat Krystal." She obeyed and slowly sat down. The lamp illuminated her face more clearly; it allowed Daniel to study her facial complexion.

"You have grown, Krystal. You look… stunning." The vixen blushed a shade of purple as she heard Daniel's compliment. "Same to you, Daniel…" she replied. He smiled. "Now, I will answer your question, sis," he said in a voice Krystal finally recognized. Daniel had always called her by the name of 'sis' back on Cerinia. He sighed slowly as he dug into the depths of his mind to recover the remnants of his horrifying pastime.

"Do you remember that day on Cerinia, Krystal?"

"Of course… Of course I do, all too vividly," she admitted.

"Tell me what you remember," he requested.

"Well… I remember that it was the Annual Tribal Festival, when suddenly… There were people screaming and running away… Then-then mom grabbed me by the wrist and we started to run in the direction of what I thought was home. But then we- we went…" Tears started to flow from Krystal's eyes as she explained to Daniel her side of the story…

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Location: Planet Cerinia

"Mom! What's happening? Why are we running away?" asked a frightened, younger Krystal. She appeared to be around the age of thirteen or fourteen. Her eyes were filled with horror and confusion as she scanned her surroundings.

"It's okay, sweetie, it's okay. Everything will be fine. Hold my hand and just don't look back." Theresa held Krystal's hand securely as they ran from the village festival, which was now in complete chaos and pandemonium. The mother vixen looked just as stunning as almost every other Cerinian female; beautiful, cerulean fur… Gorgeous, emerald green eyes that always gleamed with love and compassion…

But not today. Today those eyes that were filled with dread, hatred, panic, confusion...

Despite her mother's orders, Krystal did look back, and regretted it instantly. Fire was consuming almost everything: the huts, the Cerinian banners, even the Kaska trees that grew the fruits used for ceremonial drinks were terribly scourged. Krystal could've sworn that she saw silhouettes of people flailing around within the burning flames. She saw men clad in some sort of black uniform that were sending out bolts of fire from their strange, foreign weapons. She saw the bolts hit her people, and they fell to the ground, steam rising from the cauterized holes in their bodies. She was absolutely terrified. They continued to run through the thick jungle that covered most of Cerinia's surface. Along the way Jacob, Krystal's father and king of the Cerinians, came into view up ahead. He appeared as if had just returned from a battle; his scarlet cloak was battered and torn, his majestic, blood red outfit that was fitted with gold and jewels was now utterly ruined and scorned. Holes allowed his cerulean fur to puff out a bit. His messy blue hair partially covered his eyes, and he parted it with his right hand in order to see his wife more clearly.

"Jacob!" Theresa yelled. He apparently had heard her voice as he came running towards his family. He embraced them tightly, not wanting to let go.

"I'm so glad that you all are not hurt…" he said in a joyous but serious manner. Jacob then kissed Theresa passionately for a few seconds before separating from her.

"Jacob… What do they want? Why are they here?" Theresa asked innocently. Not wanting Krystal to hear what he was about to say, he leaned towards his wife and whispered into her ear in secrecy for a few moments. Her eyes widened as she finally knew the truth.

"Oh my god…" She said abruptly, covering her mouth with her hands and a surprised expression. "Do you have it?" The king nodded once. Theresa started to sob.

"Why… Why would they do this?" Tears fell from the vixen's eyes.

"I don't know..." the king replied. Suddenly Jacob noticed that they were missing someone, someone who he cared for dearly. He looked around the immediate area, but his son was no where to be found.

"Theresa, where is Daniel?" he asked solemnly.

"I… I thought he was with you!" She exclaimed, horrified. Krystal was affected as well.

"We have to go back and find him!" Krystal said loudly, bursting into tears. The three of them suddenly heard a huge explosion in the distance. It rocked the area, and birds hurried away from the trees of the forest, frightened by the sound. They turned to see that the village was completely decimated; only the burning flames remained. They could still hear the distant cries of other Cerinians as they were either dying or trying to escape from the men in black.

"Theresa, we don't have time. We need to get her out of here, now." The vixen was sobbing. She was scared for her son. Jacob was worried as well, but he was right; time was not on their side at the moment.

"Come, this way!" He picked up Krystal and started to run once more, Theresa following closely behind. After a good five minutes of running and avoiding tree branches and other vegetation, the family of three reached an open expanse. There was a white building in the middle that appeared foreign to Krystal, as she had never seen it before.

"What's in there?" she asked as they got closer. Jacob felt an emotion of anxiousness.

"You'll see, my dear Krystal…" They finally reached the building and entered through the doors. It was deserted. The inside was… alien, at least to Krystal. Her father let her down from his back so that she could walk. The doorway led into a long, white hallway. Incandescent lights lined up on the ceiling went all the way down until they reached the end, where a single double door hid under the shadows, avoiding the light from above. The family ran to this door, and what was behind it completely surprised the young vixen. A small but lengthy metallic structure lay out in front of her in a large room filled with strange mechanical objects and technology that she had never seen before. The view of the room greatly mystified her, but what she was mostly concentrated on was the metallic structure lay out in front of her.

"Krystal, this is called a space ship. It allows people to travel into space. That is how those uniformed soldiers were able to come here," Jacob explained without looking at his daughter, as he too was staring at the ship.

"You mean… They're aliens?"

"Yes."

"Why haven't we traveled out into space yet?" she questioned.

"Our technology is not as superior as theirs. Our ships are for escape purposes only. We've had contact with a few races, but we've declined their help to modernize Cerinia… Anyways, we have refuge ships like this all over the planet." Krystal's eyes widened, shocked to find out that space travel was actually possible. She realized that her and her family was going to escape Cerinia... Into space. The ever expansive sky that she often gazed into… The place that she thought resembled a back-lit canopy with holes punched in it, the holes being the stars that lit up the night sky. The thought of it all bewildered her mind.

"But… Daniel…" Krystal started to sob again.

"I'm sorry… But we have to leave, Krystal. Come, let us go." Jacob led what was left of his family into the compact ship. About halfway to the ship, Jacob's ears twitched. He had heard something.

"Get in the ship! Hurry!" Suddenly the double doors slammed open, and the men in black uniforms stormed through.

"Don't move!" They yelled. Then they open fired. Jacob formed a protective barrier in front of him using his powers just before the bolts struck them. The barrier deflected the lasers, sending them all over the humongous room. Some of the soldiers were killed with there own laser fire.

"Go!" Jacob faced the soldiers, walking backwards in front of his family to keep them safe. He was having a hard time holding up the barrier; there were just so many of them firing at once. He could read the thought patterns of about twenty soldiers, all determined to take him down. He was already feeling tired. Then, he did something that he would heavily regret for the rest of the time he was alive; he let the barrier decrease for a moment because the continuous stress from the laser fire made him weak. In turn, to his utter dismay, his wife was openly exposed.

Then three bolts struck her from behind.

"THERESA! NO!" Jacob cried in agony as he watched his wife in horror. Her body twitched as each laser burned through her backside. She glanced at her husband and daughter one last time, love and pain visible in her eyes, before falling to the ground, dead, with a pool of blood slowly forming around her.

"MOMMY! MOMMY!" Krystal shouted, tears flowing like a river. She wanted so badly to go back to her, but she would immediately be exposed to the bolts of fire that had killed her beloved mother. Jacob had to keep moving to the entrance of the ship.

"Krystal, please keep up and stay close!" Jacob ordered. Tears were streaming down his face as well. He had no idea that it would come down to this. The father and daughter were finally at the beginning of the ramp that led into the escape ship. And then the Cerinian king suddenly became extremely exhausted. Overcome with fatigue, he fell to his knees. He kept his hands up as he struggled to keep the barrier intact. Sweat drenched his blue fur; tiny droplets of the salty liquid traveled down to the tips of his fur and dropped to the cold ground below.

"Kr- Krystal… Go-into-the ship!" he struggled to say.

"But father, what about you!" she demanded.

"I- can't-h-hold this b-barrier any longer! GO!" he roared. The uniformed soldiers came closer, still firing their weapons. Krystal, despite how agonizing it felt, obeyed her father. She ran up the ramp into the ship. She ignored her fascination with the technology as she approached the foreign controls of the ship's bridge, not knowing what to do.

'Krystal.' A familiar voice echoed in her head. Mind connections. Her father had done this with her before.

'Father! You have to get in the ship,' she pleaded. 'I don't know what to do!'

'I will guide- augh… I will guide you through the process fr-from out here. Lis-listen closely. In the middle section of where you are, there should be a g-green, blue, and r-red button, and a l-lever.' Krystal scanned the terminal and she indeed found what her father had described.

'Okay, now what?' she thought.

'Argh! P-press th- the green button!'

'Father! Are you okay?'

'Just press the button!' he ordered. The young vixen could hear the ferocity in her father's 'voice'. When Krystal pushed it, the ship suddenly vibrated as it roared to life.

'Good, Krystal! N-now press the red button!' She did as she was told, and suddenly the rooftop of the building folded out, revealing the expansive blue skies of Cerinia. Suddenly more soldiers ran in to replace the dead ones that were hit with backfire.

'Ok-okay! Now, rai-raise t-the le-lever to 25 p-p-percent!' Jacob was struggling so hard just to talk through his mind. Though she could feel her father's increasing anguish, she reluctantly followed his command. She grabbed the lever and carefully and slowly shifted the lever to the quarter mark. The ship jolted unexpectedly, and she realized that she was hovering above the ground.

'Good… good Krystal… There is one last thing you- you m-must do. When you are clear of-of the building, increase the lever t-to full power, and p-press the blue button. Y-you will be guided into s-space.' Jacob winced, his powers gradually diminishing. 'Ther-there is a s-ship manu-manual s-somwhere- augh!- onboard that ship. T-the rest is u-up to you, my dear Krystal…' The young vixen could tell that he was crying, but not out of sadness.

'I'm so proud of you… may the gods bless and protect you, my daughter… I-I love you, Kry-' he didn't have the chance to finish his thought. Then suddenly Krystal could no longer feel the mind connection. She looked down via the bridge viewport, and she witnessed something that she would remember the rest of her life. Her father let go of the barrier, and the soldiers suddenly ceased fire. They slowly approached Jacob, who fell down on all four of his limbs, breathing heavily. One of the soldiers walked up to him kicked him in the stomach, and the king flipped and landed on his back. The others laughed at the now fallen Cerinian king, who writhed in pain as they continued to beat him down. Then something green fell out of Jacob's small pouch that was attached to his waist. They all stopped, astounded to see the mysterious object. It shined a bright emerald color after it hit the ground. Curiously one of the soldiers picked it up very carefully. Jacob tried to reach over and grab it back, only to be kicked back down. The soldier's face lit in excitement as he recognized it and he immediately gestured to another soldier; probably a higher ranked officer. The soldier handed it to the officer, who, after observing it, produced a nasty, crooked smile. The officer then gestured towards Jacob, who was still lying on the ground, holding his stomach in pain. Another soldier ran up to him. He aimed his gun at Jacob's head.

And he fired.

"NOOO!" Krystal cried. It was the worst thing that Krystal had ever witnessed, would probably ever witness. She saw her father's head explode into a bloody mess, practically right in front of her; blood and brains splattered the floor because the soldier had his weapon set to full power. His body fell limp as his life ceased to exist. And then Krystal's ship flew so far into the skies that she could no longer see what was happening. She slumped in a chair. Her entire family, gone within the timeframe of a day. Mom, dad, Daniel… She tried to cry, but there were more no tears left to shed. The young vixen stared absently as the ship broke through the atmosphere of Cerinia. The violent rumbles ceased as the ship was no longer under the strong gravitational pull of Cerinia. Normally the expansiveness of space would've awed her. But she felt as if nothing could save her from the overwhelming misery that engulfed her entire being. She shifted her view to the left, and a humongous silver ship caught her eye. Now a little curious, she sat up to watch the ship as she floated by. Krystal observed some smaller ships that were flying into an opening of the larger silver ship. 'What's going on?' she thought. Soon, Krystal was so far away from the silver ship that it appeared as a tiny dot next to Cerinia, which now looked like the size of a golf ball. She continued to watch her home planet grow smaller and smaller. She was entranced by how beautiful the glowing sphere looked from space; she had never really seen anything like it at all. She could see all fourteen years of her life there; all the times of joyfulness, of sorrow, of ritual dancing and celebration, her friends, her family… She smiled. The vixen managed to squeeze one more tear to fall from her beautiful sapphire eyes.

And then Cerinia exploded.

It was all gone; everything she had ever lived for was gone, disintegrated along with her home. The intense light of the energy backwash almost blinded her; she covered her face with her arms to shield her eyes from the burn of what was once her life. And when she realized that the light was gone, she looked back and watched the tiny chunks of her home drift away into space. It reminded her of her own existence; once it was full, but now it was shattered into a million pieces, never to be the same again.

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The vixen hadn't realized that she looked a complete mess; her face was drenched with the tears of her pastime. Daniel sat there, completely shocked with what he had just heard. Memories of his own time on Cerinia flooded into his mind, and they burned like multiple hot branding irons pressed against his body. He stood up and went to sit next to Krystal, who was sitting in her chair with a blank expression plastered on her face.

"Krystal?"

"…Huh?" she answered dully.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah… Just... All that time I thought you were dead. All that time I thought that I had no family left. That I was the only one who had survived. And-and then you appear…" she started to sob.

"Hey, Krystal. Come on, it's alright. I'm right here," he said with sincerity, trying to comfort her. A flood of past memories filled his mind as he sat there with his sister. For the first time in a long time, Daniel felt compassion. He felt pity. And most of all, he felt regret. He regretted that he wasn't with his sister and parents back on Cerinia. Even in his childhood Daniel was a strong Cerinian; his powers were almost up to par with one of the elders of the tribe. He could have helped his parents survive. It was a sure probability that they could've been alive and standing with him and Krystal today.

He scooted his chair right next to hers and embraced her. A feeling of guilt knotted up in his stomach. He felt terrible that his sister had to go through all this. His mood had completely changed. If a Teruvian officer were to walk in and see him like this, Daniel would probably have to kill him just so that he wouldn't spread around rumors about the softness that Daniel had within himself. It was silent for the next few minutes as Daniel continued to hold Krystal in his arms. The only thing that could be heard was Krystal's quiet sniffling and the hum of the Royale's engine.

Suddenly, an image of a certain orange vulpine flashed in the vixen's mind. Her eyes widened, and she returned to reality. A moment from the future had unexpectedly appeared in her mind.

She then realized that Fox was coming, and coming quickly.

"Daniel… I wanted to ask you something…"

"Of course. What is it?"

"Why are you invading the Lylat, Daniel? What is the purpose?" She asked innocently. The commander let go of his sister, a little confused at the sudden change of Krystal's mood. But he answered her anyways.

"Krystal, our system resources are quickly being depleted. In the Garrack system, there are only three inhabitable planets; Teruvia, Devinia, and Tantune (pronounced Tan-too-nay). Teruvia Is much like your planet, Corneria. It acts as the system's central systematic home and is the crucial core for economic, political, and military operations. It also contains the Garrack Union Council, where many essential political decisions are made; they also help control the governments of our secondary planets Devinia and Tantune." Daniel hesitated for a moment before he spoke once more. "Also, Krystal, Teruvia is dying... Our scientists have reported that the planet has, for some strange reason, began to slowly deteriorate. And it's becoming much more apparent; the weather has been abnormally different and there have been more frequent natural disasters happening around the planet. However, our scientists have also discovered a secret in the Lylat; something vastly powerful that will be able to save Teruvia. We are here to find this secret. But, if we do not find it in time, which seems very plausible at the moment, our fallback plan is to conquer the Lylat and begin a new life here."

Something… Vastly powerful…?

"Why the Lylat, though? Our system is so far away from yours."

"The journey is worth the effort. Your system is alive and prosperous; many of the planets are inhabitable and contain many resources. I also understand that one of them is undergoing a planetary reformation; the more the better." Daniel suddenly became ridged and tense, seemingly returning to his original state of before he met with his sister.

"So Krystal… Are you willing to join us in this conquest? You will still be living in the Lylat system, rest assured. You can come and live with me, and together we will watch this system grow, watch it become accustomed to Teruvian standards and customs. This system will develop greatly with Teruvian influence! It will make it better!" Clearly the general was prideful about this.

Krystal was taken aback by this question. The Lylat, her one and only home, along with Star Fox, the team that she considered her family… Conquered by the Teruvians? She didn't have to think twice about it, she didn't want it to happen. Her chance encounter with Fox on Sauria ignited a brand new life for her, a life that she happily accepted in contrast to her dark and terrible past. A life that held promises, hopes and dreams. A life that, hopefully, would include Fox. She was forever in his debt, anyways; he saved her life. He was the one to happily accept her into the team, teach her how to fly and Arwing, introduced her to the grandeur city of Corneria City (something that Krystal never even imagined existed), showed her Cornerian customs, foods, fashions, technology… He literally introduced this new life, and what would happen if the Teruvians were to suddenly barge in and change this life that she knew? She loved this life, it was incredible. It filled her with a feeling of euphoria that she had never felt before, and she didn't want that feeling to disappear.

"Daniel… It's truly, truly amazing that we have met once more, and I am so incredibly happy to know that you are alive… But I don't think that I can do this. The Lylat has offered me so much, and I am so thankful that this new life has been revealed to me. I can't, I won't..." Daniel stared blankly at the saddened vixen in confusion. "I'm sorry Daniel…" A silence filled the general's office, an eerily dark silence that filled Krystal with grief. She could sense a feeling build up within her brother; it was a mix of emotions… She picked up rejection, pain, sadness… But one emotion seemed to stand out the most; a sensation of anger and rage. Those feelings of pity, regret, compassion… They had all but disappeared. The vulpine felt enraged. He could not tolerate this refusal, especially by his own sister. Did she not even care that he was the only real family that she had left? Did she not even care about his wanting to once again develop a relationship together, after so many years?

"Krystal, how could you say such a thing? We see each other once again… Brother and sister united after a long period of excruciating separation! And this is how you greet me? With rejection? This system will not suffer much, if at all, if it were to fall under our influence! Things will change, yes, but change is expected, it is inevitable! A fact that I see you have yet to understand." Daniel slowly walked around his desk, away from Krystal. He had her back turned to her as he looked up and stared at the painting of his beautiful ship. "We had to acknowledge the fact that our planet, our system was dying, a 'change' that we had accepted. We had to find some way of figuring out how we would get out of such a tragedy… We knew that starting anew would be the best option, to rebuild what was broken." Anger was clearly evident in his voice; his kind nature had disappeared, and was now fully replaced by the attitude of General Sachova, Teruvian commander. "Not only that, but this system… It needs our help." The vixen was confused at her brother's escalating anger. Was this that peculiar feeling that she felt when she first met him? He was much more prone to violence and anger then before, and he seemed to become upset over the slightest wrong thing. Krystal was able to reveal Daniel's old self briefly, but it was no match for what he had become. A hardened heart, a careless soul, a spiteful being overall… What had happened to him?

"Daniel, I'm sorry, I really am! The Lylat doesn't deserve anymore trouble, it's had to deal with enough already! And how does it need your help? It's been able to resolve most of its problems effectively. I've- "

"Enough!" Daniel's booming voice seemed silenced Krystal. But what actually silenced her was the powerful backhanded slap that the general inflicted upon the vixen. She fell to the floor in pain, holding her left cheek with her hands. She looked up at him in complete shock, still unable to comprehend what had just happened. "Resolve its problems… effectively? I've researched a bit, and it seems that the Lylat has always had to depend on your so called Star Fox team. A single team consisting of four members, able to take down the entire Venomian armada, while the Cornerian military was unable to do so? That seems… Inefficient. I'm sorry Krystal, but… You have changed, and changed for the worst. This system has affected your way of thinking." He tapped on his communications terminal, and spoke into it. "Come, bring Krystal back to the brig." A confirmation came from the other side, and soon two soldiers came in and took Krystal by her arms. The poor vixen was just too shocked to believe what her brother had become to resist them. Her will to move was drained; the guards had to drag her out of the office. As she was taken away, she stared at her brother blankly. Sacohva could only look away as he watched the soldiers escort her out of his office.

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Hehe, finally eh? Done with this chapter. I'm glad that I've been able to finish it, and I hope you've enjoyed it. Anyways, definitely in the next chapter Fox will finally be entering the chapter. More Fox=more action in most cases, so yeah. See ya next round.

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