Chapter 2: Tempestuous
A fine layer of ice had begun to form around the bench near the smoking area, where Falco Lombardi was perched with a cigarette in hand. The doors to the medical research facility flew open as Peppy and Fox strolled from the heated reception area, into the chilly parking lot. Slippy followed behind them, bouncing like a crate stuffed with live fireworks.
"... And they showed us the core of a new prototype space shuttle, and they let us handle the new remote pilot system for the ship, and..."
"Did they teach you how to punctuate once in a while?" Grumbled Peppy, his rabbit ears twitching from the cold.
Fox set his sights on Falco, who had just flicked his filter to the ground. He reached into his pocket and drew a pack of premium light cigarettes, sliding one from the package with his beak.
The captain and Peppy stood in front of the perched Falcon, whilst Slippy skipped along the distant sidewalk, signing "There once was a crew, a crew named Star fox".
Foxed rubbed his cold nose. "Light brand today? Killing yourself at a slower pace doesn't mean quitting."
The blue bird smiled, shifting the cigarette to the corner of his beak. "To each, his own."
Fox crossed his arms, as he always did before saying something serious. "By the way, nice of you to behave like a jerk in front of Dr. Bass. You realize that he doesn't get paid to have you heckle him every session."
Falco chuckled at this and blew a puff of smoke into the wind.
"The guy is hopeless, I mean, he had his lab coat on inside out..."
"I don't care if he came to class wearing a bra and panties," shouted the captain sternly.
"You think about bras and panties a lot, Fox?" Falco smiled creepily.
It was well known among the entire crew that Fox had not dated since his ultimate rise to fame three years earlier.
Fox blushed. "I do not! You're being childish."
"Am I? Did you know that lack of, umm, contact with the ladies can lead to aggressive behavior?"
Fox shifted his weight. "I am not angry and that's untrue!"
Peppy piped, "Well actually Fox, medical research has shown..."
Fox covered his ears and shouted, "I do not need advice about girls! None from my senior officer, and none from my mouthy first officer!"
"Tempestuous little kit," muttered Falco under his breath.
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Falco slammed his foot on the accelerator of his green spots car, skidding along the icy path to the perimeter fence.
"Do you mind slowing down, a car accident is not an ideal way for me to die."
"Aye, aye Cap'n." Falco let go of the steering wheel and lit his cigarette.
The car slipped off the paved road, into some wild terrain. Fox clutched his seat and squeezed his eyes shut. The blue bird quickly regained control of the car and eased it back on to the road.
"Are you insane?! If not for our well being, the car's?"
"Aww, that's right, you have an interview with what is it, Interstellar news, correct?"
"... Well yes."
"And it would be a shame if any harm came to you before that time, right?"
"What are you getting at?"
Falco opened the window and flicked his cigarette butt outside along the speeding ash vault. "Oh, nothing really."
They arrive upon the vehicle lineup to exit the facility.
"Damnit," spat Falco, "I'm going to be late joining Kat at the club!"
"You're always late," remarked the bright eyed Fox, not looking up from his papers.
Falco glanced over at his seatmate. "Hey, I never took notes. Can I see yours?"
"I don't know, can you?" He slid his notes back into its respectable folder.
"Come on..."
"No," he replied, blushing slightly.
Falco undid his seatbelt and wrestled Fox for the papers. Being much more athletic, the bird easily wrestled the file from his captain.
"Don't!" cried Fox, reaching out as Falco opened the folder. Instead of class notes however, he found a series of pencil drawing in the folder, all of a particular tiger girl. Some were of her posing in a variety of skimpy dresses.
"A cat?!" he chuckled. "Isn't she the gal who sits in front of you? I warn you though, cats can get a little rough, if you know what I mean..."
"I'm not asking her out. She's just..." Fox lowered his head in embarrassment.
Falco eased back into his seat and drove forward.
"Come on Fox, how long has it been? You're the captain of a famous bounty hunting ship."
"That's not just anybody," he looked up severely, "that's Dr. Licorice Tigs. She's a brilliant quantum physicist, a champion track and field runner and," Fox's look became very soft, "she smells like spearmint and white lilacs."
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I'll add more when I can figure out where this chapter is going...
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Lady_Frenzy
A fine layer of ice had begun to form around the bench near the smoking area, where Falco Lombardi was perched with a cigarette in hand. The doors to the medical research facility flew open as Peppy and Fox strolled from the heated reception area, into the chilly parking lot. Slippy followed behind them, bouncing like a crate stuffed with live fireworks.
"... And they showed us the core of a new prototype space shuttle, and they let us handle the new remote pilot system for the ship, and..."
"Did they teach you how to punctuate once in a while?" Grumbled Peppy, his rabbit ears twitching from the cold.
Fox set his sights on Falco, who had just flicked his filter to the ground. He reached into his pocket and drew a pack of premium light cigarettes, sliding one from the package with his beak.
The captain and Peppy stood in front of the perched Falcon, whilst Slippy skipped along the distant sidewalk, signing "There once was a crew, a crew named Star fox".
Foxed rubbed his cold nose. "Light brand today? Killing yourself at a slower pace doesn't mean quitting."
The blue bird smiled, shifting the cigarette to the corner of his beak. "To each, his own."
Fox crossed his arms, as he always did before saying something serious. "By the way, nice of you to behave like a jerk in front of Dr. Bass. You realize that he doesn't get paid to have you heckle him every session."
Falco chuckled at this and blew a puff of smoke into the wind.
"The guy is hopeless, I mean, he had his lab coat on inside out..."
"I don't care if he came to class wearing a bra and panties," shouted the captain sternly.
"You think about bras and panties a lot, Fox?" Falco smiled creepily.
It was well known among the entire crew that Fox had not dated since his ultimate rise to fame three years earlier.
Fox blushed. "I do not! You're being childish."
"Am I? Did you know that lack of, umm, contact with the ladies can lead to aggressive behavior?"
Fox shifted his weight. "I am not angry and that's untrue!"
Peppy piped, "Well actually Fox, medical research has shown..."
Fox covered his ears and shouted, "I do not need advice about girls! None from my senior officer, and none from my mouthy first officer!"
"Tempestuous little kit," muttered Falco under his breath.
**
Falco slammed his foot on the accelerator of his green spots car, skidding along the icy path to the perimeter fence.
"Do you mind slowing down, a car accident is not an ideal way for me to die."
"Aye, aye Cap'n." Falco let go of the steering wheel and lit his cigarette.
The car slipped off the paved road, into some wild terrain. Fox clutched his seat and squeezed his eyes shut. The blue bird quickly regained control of the car and eased it back on to the road.
"Are you insane?! If not for our well being, the car's?"
"Aww, that's right, you have an interview with what is it, Interstellar news, correct?"
"... Well yes."
"And it would be a shame if any harm came to you before that time, right?"
"What are you getting at?"
Falco opened the window and flicked his cigarette butt outside along the speeding ash vault. "Oh, nothing really."
They arrive upon the vehicle lineup to exit the facility.
"Damnit," spat Falco, "I'm going to be late joining Kat at the club!"
"You're always late," remarked the bright eyed Fox, not looking up from his papers.
Falco glanced over at his seatmate. "Hey, I never took notes. Can I see yours?"
"I don't know, can you?" He slid his notes back into its respectable folder.
"Come on..."
"No," he replied, blushing slightly.
Falco undid his seatbelt and wrestled Fox for the papers. Being much more athletic, the bird easily wrestled the file from his captain.
"Don't!" cried Fox, reaching out as Falco opened the folder. Instead of class notes however, he found a series of pencil drawing in the folder, all of a particular tiger girl. Some were of her posing in a variety of skimpy dresses.
"A cat?!" he chuckled. "Isn't she the gal who sits in front of you? I warn you though, cats can get a little rough, if you know what I mean..."
"I'm not asking her out. She's just..." Fox lowered his head in embarrassment.
Falco eased back into his seat and drove forward.
"Come on Fox, how long has it been? You're the captain of a famous bounty hunting ship."
"That's not just anybody," he looked up severely, "that's Dr. Licorice Tigs. She's a brilliant quantum physicist, a champion track and field runner and," Fox's look became very soft, "she smells like spearmint and white lilacs."
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I'll add more when I can figure out where this chapter is going...
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Lady_Frenzy