Chapter 21

Fox's ship shed a dim glow as the panel of glowing buttons portrayed colorful lights off the control panel. Fox was asleep, his ship set on autopilot. Foxes face twitched as the control panel made a beeping sound.

Fox sat up and looked at the glowering screen the just switched on. A wry-faced raccoon appeared. "Attention freelance space craft please identify yourself." The raccoon seemed to shuffle through some forms waiting for a response.

Fox flipped a switch activating a microphone. He cleared his throat, "This is bounty hunter craft 06, requesting permission to dock." He leaned back in his chair setting his feet up on the panel. The raccoon turned to his head as if facing a different computer screen. "Please state your business."

"Friendly terms of business." Fox cleared his throat; he was tired of all the futuristic crap. Everything was so organized, even the rebels. Then again they were a large force. The only problem they faced was an army almost four times as big. The empire controlled all of the Lylat systems and everything in between, while all the rebels could do was hide in the outskirts and asteroid fields, praying that they wouldn't be massacred or flushed out, and then later blown apart by large anti-space craft weapons.

The raccoon clicked a few buttons on a keyboard in front of him. "Everything checks out, please proceed to dock four." The screen blanked out.

Fox pulled on the joystick slightly giving his fighter a landing motion as he neared an outcropping asteroid. The one thing that he had to admire the rebels for was their unique way in hiding a base. And it was a very interesting hiding spot. The rebels actually managed to build a base inside the gaping tunnels of the asteroid. That way, the only chance of finding it, is knowing where it was before hand.

Fox lowered his speed and listened as the pressure of the gas added a negative force to the ships inertia. When he was at a satisfactory speed, he slowly maneuvered his ship into a dark tunnel on the surface of the large rock. The orange fox turned a dark corner to an outcropping of lights. There were a series of large doors that entered different docking areas. He tilted the joystick of his fighter sideways as the ship strafed to the left in front of dock four, and rested his ship on the landing pad inside.

Krystal leapt down the small rock ledge with a thud and kept going. She hoped she would at least gain some more distance before the rebel search parties caught up. Maybe if she could find a good place to hide, or at least make a stand. But she had to get away.

Her feet hurt, and she was tired. It's been two weeks she's been running. Picking up plants and berries when she found them. But unfortunately for her it wasn't enough. Sometime she had to resort to eating beetles and grubs just to stop her stomach from slowing her down too much. But everyday got harder and harder, no matter what.

About a half mile or so farther she figured would be a good place to stop. The sun was almost down, and she would need the extra time to find shelter. She didn't know where she was headed, and didn't care. But she had to get off the planet.

Fox walked down the silver hallway. The two guards behind him were fairly lazy, and didn't have a big perspective in personal hygiene. They were dirty, disgusting, smelly, but more importantly strong, and nearly twice Fox's size.

He was very friendly with the rebellion, but would sell them out in a heartbeat for more cash. The only reason they hired him so much was because he was unbeatable. He never failed. But he never got to meet any higher ranking officers then lieutenants simply because he was so dangerous.

The door slid open revealing a large circular room. It had a table in the center with chairs all around it. At the center of the table was a small blue orb on a stand. Probably a star map for strategy against the empire. He never got to meet any higher ranking officers then lieutenants simply because he was so dangerous. This time, he was going to meet with their leader.

The gray wolf sat in a hovering chair. He had no legs, and was missing one eye. He pushed on a joystick on the arm of his chair. The chair hovered around the table. The old wolf looked at him with his good eye. And made three clicking sounds with his tongue. "Well if it isn't Fox McCloud, you sir, should be six feet under. You're supposed to be dead." He smirked and turned his chair the opposite way, hovered around the table and stopped on the other side. He tilted his joystick to face Fox and gave him a serious look.

Krystal came to a clearing. In the center was a big monument. She couldn't tell what it was. She stopped to use her sixth sense to see if anyone was to close behind her. Nobody within range. She ran out to the monument, curiosity getting the better of her. As she got closer. The statue began to become clear. It was a stone Arwing, carved out of a dark shining stone. It stood on a pedestal. The pedestal had a plaque bolted to it.

"Here marks crash site X, where Team Star Fox was shot down by an unknown assailant, all four members were killed."

It gave a list of the names, Fox McCloud, Slippy Toad, Falco Lombardi, Krystal McCloud, and Craig O'Donnell.

Oh yea epic, sorry, havnt been writing for, a very very long time (4 months or so, idk) Fox finds out from Wolf that hes supposed to be dead, while Krystal continues running from the rebels, comes across the crash site were Fox, Slippy, Falco, Krystal and CrAiG?!?!?!?!?!?! Died.

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