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Introduction: I wrote this because if I continued on my other story, then things will get a lot less action-y. Everything is different, well, almost everything. Erm. History changed because some weird dude messed with a time machine. This was supposed to be the sequel to The Queen and the Common Engineer, but I like having lots of reviews in one place ^_^
*Prologue*
"The emperor will reward us well, when he awakens."
"I think that burrito you ate for lunch got to your brain! This project can go wrong in so many ways, you know."
"Ah, stop being so pessimistic, you idiot. We need a leader, and you don't seem to have the right mind for it."
"Ugh, look at that blob."
"That blob is our new emperor, you moronic... Moron."
"I didn't think chameleons had big brains."
"What? Are you being specieist again? Well, seals don't really slim down over time, do they?"
"Ah, go suck an egg."
"Go suck fish."
"Shut up!"
*End prologue*
"Whazzit, General?" Fox slurred, yawning. General Peppy must've had a real emergency to wake him up at five in the morning, maybe something like swallowing a toothpick.
"How's the training coming along?"
"What? I'm finished the academy," Fox groaned and flipped over on his bed, holding the communicator over his head. The white sheets fell down the bed and landed on Fox's boots and pilot gloves.
"No, the new pilot. Erm, Crandle, her name was?" The dog thought hard, his forefinger and thumb placing a philosophical figure on his chin.
"Krystal? Oh, she's doing fine," Fox mumbled. That was half-true; Krystal had managed to get top maneuvering scores on the new Arwing, but her shooting was almost as bad as Peppy's noodle soup. It was pretty good for a queen who just quit the throne, come to think of it.
"Good, good. Well, the problem over here is that I swallowed a toothpick," the General coughed, "I need your expertise to get it out." Fox burst into hysterical laughter for three minutes before he could calm down and face Pepper again.
"What do you want me to do? Fly a micro-Arwing into your esophagus and blast it away?" Fox cried in mirth, tears of laughter falling down his fuzzy cheeks.
"Don't you have a doctor's degree?"
"Yeah," Fox sighed, trying to get air back into his lungs, "A bachelor's, only. All I can recommend is to wait and let your stomach acid dissolve the fiber bonds so it can come out your butt in the form of feces."
"Uh, thanks," General Pepper said before closing the line. Fox lay back onto the mattress and fell into hysterics again.
"Oh, the irony of having such a dumb leader!" Fox yelled, still laughing away like a hyena.
"Eh?" Peppy called from his cabin, "I hear ya, Sergeant Fox."
"Huh? Aren't you the captain of the Great Fox?"
"."
"Thought so."
**
"Training again today?" Krystal asked, chewing down her salmon with her sharp teeth. Fox went up behind her while Peppy was tending to his fried carrots and placed soft kisses on her neck. Krystal moaned in pleasure before slapping him off, "I hate it when you do that."
"You sure don't seem like it," Fox chuckled and collapsed down on his chair and wolfed down his tuna.
Krystal had quite taken to wearing a loose shirt with shorts, dark green or black. It partly was because that she wanted freedom from wearing dresses most of her life. It was also standard procedure for any StarFox member to wear a triangular belt, so she did one, too. Occasionally slapping on a vest like Fox's, she could've passed for any regular citizen of Corneria. She tossed her sandals away in a closet and settled for regular running shoes. Krystal also occasionally, on practice sessions, stole a pair of Fox's pilot gloves.
Fox took the liberty of training Krystal to be a wingvixen, just because Fox ditched engineering to become a mercenary. It was good action and money, but sometimes missions were scarce. Peppy sometimes left Rob the Robot to take care of the piloting of the Great Fox to jump into his own old Arwing and accompany Fox in shooting space pirates. Even though it was six years since he actually flew, his skills didn't rust at all.
"Mission update?" Fox asked Peppy, who finished frying and dumped the carrots onto a platter.
"Eh, your usual mutated Titanian beast run wild. The president of Titania offered us six hundred thousand credits, can you imagine that?" Peppy scoffed, "People these days are way too generous with money. That thing can buy me a new Great Fox, or neutral the mortgage on this one."
"You say it like a bad thing," Fox snorted. Krystal shook her head in disbelief.
"That money can go towards schools and hospitals! Why can't they just offer us less? We're dead bored anyway, and we'll take any job they give us," she exclaimed.
"Yeah, but they don't have to know that," Fox waved his fork around. Peppy snickered and Krystal stared.
"Wow, you are stingy with money."
"Am I?"
"Yes."
"Oh really?" Fox whispered as Peppy finished his breakfast and went to the cockpit. Fox wrapped his arms around Krystal's waist and kissed her neck again. She hummed peacefully and placed her paws on Fox's paws.
"You have to stop doing that," Krystal hissed in his ear. Fox frowned.
"Why?"
"Because you're not giving my poor lips any attention," Krystal smiled as she pressed her snout against Fox's, "How long has it been since I first met you?"
"Oh around five weeks, two of them you've spent here," Fox went back to kissing Krystal's neck.
"You're not really romantic, are you?"
"Don't you think watching stars and sunsets are romantic?" Fox grinned evilly and started to lick Krystal's neck, making her squeal in delight.
"Hmm, they are very."
***
"Yes, he is ready."
"Good. I hate waiting."
"Open the hatch."
There was a loud hiss and the tube ejected the fluid out on the floor along with a gray figure, dripping wet.
"Your highness."
The figure looked up, revealing pointy ears and a pointy snout.
"Good work, gentlemen. I'll see to it that you will be repaid for your efforts."
"You are too kind, your highness."
"Did you read the memo I sent for you to do if I died?"
"Yes, your highness, word by word, or else you wouldn't be here now."
"Good, good, so the army is ready?"
"As ready as ever."
"Beautiful."
"Yes, indeed, your highness Albert Hemstrum."
**
A/N: Holy cow that was short! Whatever, action will come, and maybe Fox will get a bit more romantic, as if butterfly kisses weren't enough...
Introduction: I wrote this because if I continued on my other story, then things will get a lot less action-y. Everything is different, well, almost everything. Erm. History changed because some weird dude messed with a time machine. This was supposed to be the sequel to The Queen and the Common Engineer, but I like having lots of reviews in one place ^_^
*Prologue*
"The emperor will reward us well, when he awakens."
"I think that burrito you ate for lunch got to your brain! This project can go wrong in so many ways, you know."
"Ah, stop being so pessimistic, you idiot. We need a leader, and you don't seem to have the right mind for it."
"Ugh, look at that blob."
"That blob is our new emperor, you moronic... Moron."
"I didn't think chameleons had big brains."
"What? Are you being specieist again? Well, seals don't really slim down over time, do they?"
"Ah, go suck an egg."
"Go suck fish."
"Shut up!"
*End prologue*
"Whazzit, General?" Fox slurred, yawning. General Peppy must've had a real emergency to wake him up at five in the morning, maybe something like swallowing a toothpick.
"How's the training coming along?"
"What? I'm finished the academy," Fox groaned and flipped over on his bed, holding the communicator over his head. The white sheets fell down the bed and landed on Fox's boots and pilot gloves.
"No, the new pilot. Erm, Crandle, her name was?" The dog thought hard, his forefinger and thumb placing a philosophical figure on his chin.
"Krystal? Oh, she's doing fine," Fox mumbled. That was half-true; Krystal had managed to get top maneuvering scores on the new Arwing, but her shooting was almost as bad as Peppy's noodle soup. It was pretty good for a queen who just quit the throne, come to think of it.
"Good, good. Well, the problem over here is that I swallowed a toothpick," the General coughed, "I need your expertise to get it out." Fox burst into hysterical laughter for three minutes before he could calm down and face Pepper again.
"What do you want me to do? Fly a micro-Arwing into your esophagus and blast it away?" Fox cried in mirth, tears of laughter falling down his fuzzy cheeks.
"Don't you have a doctor's degree?"
"Yeah," Fox sighed, trying to get air back into his lungs, "A bachelor's, only. All I can recommend is to wait and let your stomach acid dissolve the fiber bonds so it can come out your butt in the form of feces."
"Uh, thanks," General Pepper said before closing the line. Fox lay back onto the mattress and fell into hysterics again.
"Oh, the irony of having such a dumb leader!" Fox yelled, still laughing away like a hyena.
"Eh?" Peppy called from his cabin, "I hear ya, Sergeant Fox."
"Huh? Aren't you the captain of the Great Fox?"
"."
"Thought so."
**
"Training again today?" Krystal asked, chewing down her salmon with her sharp teeth. Fox went up behind her while Peppy was tending to his fried carrots and placed soft kisses on her neck. Krystal moaned in pleasure before slapping him off, "I hate it when you do that."
"You sure don't seem like it," Fox chuckled and collapsed down on his chair and wolfed down his tuna.
Krystal had quite taken to wearing a loose shirt with shorts, dark green or black. It partly was because that she wanted freedom from wearing dresses most of her life. It was also standard procedure for any StarFox member to wear a triangular belt, so she did one, too. Occasionally slapping on a vest like Fox's, she could've passed for any regular citizen of Corneria. She tossed her sandals away in a closet and settled for regular running shoes. Krystal also occasionally, on practice sessions, stole a pair of Fox's pilot gloves.
Fox took the liberty of training Krystal to be a wingvixen, just because Fox ditched engineering to become a mercenary. It was good action and money, but sometimes missions were scarce. Peppy sometimes left Rob the Robot to take care of the piloting of the Great Fox to jump into his own old Arwing and accompany Fox in shooting space pirates. Even though it was six years since he actually flew, his skills didn't rust at all.
"Mission update?" Fox asked Peppy, who finished frying and dumped the carrots onto a platter.
"Eh, your usual mutated Titanian beast run wild. The president of Titania offered us six hundred thousand credits, can you imagine that?" Peppy scoffed, "People these days are way too generous with money. That thing can buy me a new Great Fox, or neutral the mortgage on this one."
"You say it like a bad thing," Fox snorted. Krystal shook her head in disbelief.
"That money can go towards schools and hospitals! Why can't they just offer us less? We're dead bored anyway, and we'll take any job they give us," she exclaimed.
"Yeah, but they don't have to know that," Fox waved his fork around. Peppy snickered and Krystal stared.
"Wow, you are stingy with money."
"Am I?"
"Yes."
"Oh really?" Fox whispered as Peppy finished his breakfast and went to the cockpit. Fox wrapped his arms around Krystal's waist and kissed her neck again. She hummed peacefully and placed her paws on Fox's paws.
"You have to stop doing that," Krystal hissed in his ear. Fox frowned.
"Why?"
"Because you're not giving my poor lips any attention," Krystal smiled as she pressed her snout against Fox's, "How long has it been since I first met you?"
"Oh around five weeks, two of them you've spent here," Fox went back to kissing Krystal's neck.
"You're not really romantic, are you?"
"Don't you think watching stars and sunsets are romantic?" Fox grinned evilly and started to lick Krystal's neck, making her squeal in delight.
"Hmm, they are very."
***
"Yes, he is ready."
"Good. I hate waiting."
"Open the hatch."
There was a loud hiss and the tube ejected the fluid out on the floor along with a gray figure, dripping wet.
"Your highness."
The figure looked up, revealing pointy ears and a pointy snout.
"Good work, gentlemen. I'll see to it that you will be repaid for your efforts."
"You are too kind, your highness."
"Did you read the memo I sent for you to do if I died?"
"Yes, your highness, word by word, or else you wouldn't be here now."
"Good, good, so the army is ready?"
"As ready as ever."
"Beautiful."
"Yes, indeed, your highness Albert Hemstrum."
**
A/N: Holy cow that was short! Whatever, action will come, and maybe Fox will get a bit more romantic, as if butterfly kisses weren't enough...