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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 ^_^
"Ack, bah!" Peppy stared at the report of the creature. Fox glanced over from his pilot seat. Krystal also turned from the co-pilot chair.
"What's the matter?" Krystal asked curiously.
The team meets in the cockpit to get an analysis of the planet and the enemy they were dealing with every mission. The cockpit was colored dark metallic with terrible lighting. The lift out was behind the captain's seat, which was in the middle of the room. Electronics littered the sides of the room, along with computer screens and keyboards nailed to the walls.
"The thing's half a mile tall!" Peppy shook the paper at Fox. He raised an eyebrow.
"So? We've taken on bigger things before," Fox shrugged, unshaken, as well as Krystal.
"Yeah, but the last time we did the Great Fox got a dent on its side and my Arwing lost a wing!"
"Pun?"
"You idiot," Peppy mumbled. Fox and Krystal laughed at his strange, slumped figure, his big feet lolling out of the captain's seat.
"Ah, we're here. Let's go launch the Arwings; I don't trust those magnetic storms raiding the Great Fox," Fox said while pointing at the rust- colored planet of Titania.
"Do you think I've had enough training?" Krystal asked Fox.
"No, not yet," Fox shook his head. Krystal frowned and stood up. Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she nibbled gently on his ear.
"Aw, come on, Foxy. Please?" She whispered cutely. Fox sighed.
"Oh, fine."
"That always works, doesn't it?" Smiling, Krystal pinched Fox's cheek playfully and skipped off to the hanger. Peppy snickered at Fox.
"Geez, she easily takes advantage of you, doesn't she?" Peppy snorted. Fox groaned and slapped Peppy on the head as he followed Krystal.
**
Titania had cleaned up since the day Albert Hemstrum decided to use it as target practice for his long-range laser. The towns were rebuilt, new wells were dug, and the mines were opened up again. The reason that Titania was so red was because of its rich iron and gold deposits. The iron rusts and makes the surface look reddish. It was dead hot, but animals living there learned to wear bright white to reflect the sun's rays.
"Ouch, look at that," Peppy pointed at the ground below. The township down there seemed to have been trampled by some big monster. Towers and buildings lay in heaps and there were little dots that looked like rescue crews trying to flip over the wreckage.
"Yeah, follow the trail of destruction and we'll find our target," Fox said sarcastically. Krystal hummed.
"Maybe that's what we should do," Peppy suggested. Fox snapped his head up suddenly and looked over the horizon.
"Ah, but we don't need to do that, Peppy. See that mountain?" Fox pointed. Peppy squinted through the windshield of his Arwing to see it. It was a large red heap, nothing unusual in the desert plains. Mountains and hills outcrop over the desert all the time. Peppy nodded over the cam- radio. Fox coughed, "That's not a mountain. If it was, why is it shooting at us?"
Almost out of nowhere, a large rock was flung towards the group of three Arwings. It caught Peppy off guard and bumped the underside of his jet, making a small dent.
"Ack! Shoot back!" Peppy yelled and started firing lasers at the mountain.
The creature felt the burning holes on its skin and looked up. Its face was hideous. It sort of reminded Fox of the movie he saw on the system's ugliest animals. The thing didn't have any hair, and it seemed to be covered in a sort of thick hide. It didn't move very fast, but it could spit rocks from its gaping hole of a mouth. It didn't have any lips, either and its eyes were almost unnoticeable slits. The nose was sharp, but it looked turned up, showing Fox its nostrils. The cheeks were huge and fat, bloated, almost. Its limbs were oversized and its head and body were grossly undersized. Strangely, Fox had seen uglier things, like Peppy's tofu meatballs. Fox could've sworn the thing resembled one of the meatballs that he choked on.
"Whoops," Krystal said as she accidentally shot Fox, "Maybe I should launch a Nova Bomb?"
"Try it," Fox shrugged. A loud click was heard as the latch on Krystal's Arwing snapped and a red bomb with a blue streak of smoke trailing behind it was released, right on the creature. It howled in pain as the bomb struck. A large chuck of its arm fell off, along with its legs.
"I think it's mad," Peppy whistled, amused, as the thing started to spit rocks like a machine gun.
"U-turn and lets get him from a farther distance," Fox suggested. His teammates obeyed and turned. A minute later, they turned again, then shot. It was easier once his skin was half off, because his flesh seemed much more sensitive than his rock-hard hide.
"Yay!" Krystal giggled sheepishly as she shot open the thing's skull and its brain, small as it is, spilled all over the ground. Peppy and Fox cheered as they zoomed back to the capital of Titania.
"Pay..."
"Check!" Fox finished for Peppy.
***
"You have to give him credit, your majesty, he is a lot better than our pilots," the brown seal said, watching the wall-sized screen as three Arwings blasted the monster's head off, along with the cameras inside its eyes.
"He is, won't you say, Commander Flyeater?"
"I would say so myself," the chameleon said, also watching the screen intently.
"Colonel Shrimper, organize a trio of our top spies. Try to get a blood sample from each of them. Hack into their mother ship, but don't kill any of them if you don't have to."
"Yes, sir," the seal saluted smartly and marched out the hydraulic door. It shut with a hiss behind him.
"What would that be for, your highness?" The chameleon asked politely.
"There will be no use for the bloodshed of our soldiers if they can shed blood on themselves."
"I don't understand, sir."
"You will, my old friend, you will."
***
"Let's order a pizza and celebrate!" Fox said waved the check over his head. Peppy shook his head.
"No, let's go to the bank first and pay off our debts," Peppy sighed, "Do I need to remind you of that time when you spent over ten thousand credits on pizza?"
"Well, that was years ago, Peppy," Fox muttered, "Besides, that squadron did save our lives, so I had to buy them something. Besides, you got us into that mess."
"How was I supposed to know that jackal was a fugitive? He seemed nice enough when he let us on his cab for free."
"He wasn't that nice when he pointed a gun to our heads and threatened to shoot us," Fox scratched his ear, as if checking that it was okay, "Lucky that laser missed me."
"Peppy, if we go back to Corneria and pay back your debts, then wouldn't be bedtime for me?" Krystal asked. Fox chuckled out of instinct as he climbed back into his Arwing.
"I suppose, but we don't say bedtime here, Krystal. 'Bedtime' is for little kits," Fox snickered, but Krystal shut him up with a cold glare. She could be very mean and controlling if she wanted to, really.
**
"Aw, see, Peppy? No time for pizza," Fox yawned, stretching out on the long couch, his paws rubbing furiously on his green eyes. Peppy snorted and flung a carrot stick at Fox, hitting him squarely in the middle of his eyes. Fox just yawned again and stuffed the carrot down his throat. A moment later, Fox dropped off to sleep, breathing softly. Peppy gave him one look and his head crashed onto the kitchen table, snoring up a sandstorm.
"Lazy bums," Krystal rolled her eyes and went off to bed, ignoring the two sleeping figures that were hunched awkwardly on a couch and a metal table.
*Six hours later**
"No trouble, I presume?"
"None at all, sir. They were sleeping like they were injected with drugs."
"Good. Have you got the blood samples?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, start the cloning process!"
"Right away, sir."
"How long until the clones become active?"
"If we hurry, we can release them with orders in four hours."
"Wonderful. Maybe that fat seal head of yours didn't rot after all these years after all."
**
A/N: Mmm, mint chocolate... Lunchtime!
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 ^_^
"Ack, bah!" Peppy stared at the report of the creature. Fox glanced over from his pilot seat. Krystal also turned from the co-pilot chair.
"What's the matter?" Krystal asked curiously.
The team meets in the cockpit to get an analysis of the planet and the enemy they were dealing with every mission. The cockpit was colored dark metallic with terrible lighting. The lift out was behind the captain's seat, which was in the middle of the room. Electronics littered the sides of the room, along with computer screens and keyboards nailed to the walls.
"The thing's half a mile tall!" Peppy shook the paper at Fox. He raised an eyebrow.
"So? We've taken on bigger things before," Fox shrugged, unshaken, as well as Krystal.
"Yeah, but the last time we did the Great Fox got a dent on its side and my Arwing lost a wing!"
"Pun?"
"You idiot," Peppy mumbled. Fox and Krystal laughed at his strange, slumped figure, his big feet lolling out of the captain's seat.
"Ah, we're here. Let's go launch the Arwings; I don't trust those magnetic storms raiding the Great Fox," Fox said while pointing at the rust- colored planet of Titania.
"Do you think I've had enough training?" Krystal asked Fox.
"No, not yet," Fox shook his head. Krystal frowned and stood up. Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she nibbled gently on his ear.
"Aw, come on, Foxy. Please?" She whispered cutely. Fox sighed.
"Oh, fine."
"That always works, doesn't it?" Smiling, Krystal pinched Fox's cheek playfully and skipped off to the hanger. Peppy snickered at Fox.
"Geez, she easily takes advantage of you, doesn't she?" Peppy snorted. Fox groaned and slapped Peppy on the head as he followed Krystal.
**
Titania had cleaned up since the day Albert Hemstrum decided to use it as target practice for his long-range laser. The towns were rebuilt, new wells were dug, and the mines were opened up again. The reason that Titania was so red was because of its rich iron and gold deposits. The iron rusts and makes the surface look reddish. It was dead hot, but animals living there learned to wear bright white to reflect the sun's rays.
"Ouch, look at that," Peppy pointed at the ground below. The township down there seemed to have been trampled by some big monster. Towers and buildings lay in heaps and there were little dots that looked like rescue crews trying to flip over the wreckage.
"Yeah, follow the trail of destruction and we'll find our target," Fox said sarcastically. Krystal hummed.
"Maybe that's what we should do," Peppy suggested. Fox snapped his head up suddenly and looked over the horizon.
"Ah, but we don't need to do that, Peppy. See that mountain?" Fox pointed. Peppy squinted through the windshield of his Arwing to see it. It was a large red heap, nothing unusual in the desert plains. Mountains and hills outcrop over the desert all the time. Peppy nodded over the cam- radio. Fox coughed, "That's not a mountain. If it was, why is it shooting at us?"
Almost out of nowhere, a large rock was flung towards the group of three Arwings. It caught Peppy off guard and bumped the underside of his jet, making a small dent.
"Ack! Shoot back!" Peppy yelled and started firing lasers at the mountain.
The creature felt the burning holes on its skin and looked up. Its face was hideous. It sort of reminded Fox of the movie he saw on the system's ugliest animals. The thing didn't have any hair, and it seemed to be covered in a sort of thick hide. It didn't move very fast, but it could spit rocks from its gaping hole of a mouth. It didn't have any lips, either and its eyes were almost unnoticeable slits. The nose was sharp, but it looked turned up, showing Fox its nostrils. The cheeks were huge and fat, bloated, almost. Its limbs were oversized and its head and body were grossly undersized. Strangely, Fox had seen uglier things, like Peppy's tofu meatballs. Fox could've sworn the thing resembled one of the meatballs that he choked on.
"Whoops," Krystal said as she accidentally shot Fox, "Maybe I should launch a Nova Bomb?"
"Try it," Fox shrugged. A loud click was heard as the latch on Krystal's Arwing snapped and a red bomb with a blue streak of smoke trailing behind it was released, right on the creature. It howled in pain as the bomb struck. A large chuck of its arm fell off, along with its legs.
"I think it's mad," Peppy whistled, amused, as the thing started to spit rocks like a machine gun.
"U-turn and lets get him from a farther distance," Fox suggested. His teammates obeyed and turned. A minute later, they turned again, then shot. It was easier once his skin was half off, because his flesh seemed much more sensitive than his rock-hard hide.
"Yay!" Krystal giggled sheepishly as she shot open the thing's skull and its brain, small as it is, spilled all over the ground. Peppy and Fox cheered as they zoomed back to the capital of Titania.
"Pay..."
"Check!" Fox finished for Peppy.
***
"You have to give him credit, your majesty, he is a lot better than our pilots," the brown seal said, watching the wall-sized screen as three Arwings blasted the monster's head off, along with the cameras inside its eyes.
"He is, won't you say, Commander Flyeater?"
"I would say so myself," the chameleon said, also watching the screen intently.
"Colonel Shrimper, organize a trio of our top spies. Try to get a blood sample from each of them. Hack into their mother ship, but don't kill any of them if you don't have to."
"Yes, sir," the seal saluted smartly and marched out the hydraulic door. It shut with a hiss behind him.
"What would that be for, your highness?" The chameleon asked politely.
"There will be no use for the bloodshed of our soldiers if they can shed blood on themselves."
"I don't understand, sir."
"You will, my old friend, you will."
***
"Let's order a pizza and celebrate!" Fox said waved the check over his head. Peppy shook his head.
"No, let's go to the bank first and pay off our debts," Peppy sighed, "Do I need to remind you of that time when you spent over ten thousand credits on pizza?"
"Well, that was years ago, Peppy," Fox muttered, "Besides, that squadron did save our lives, so I had to buy them something. Besides, you got us into that mess."
"How was I supposed to know that jackal was a fugitive? He seemed nice enough when he let us on his cab for free."
"He wasn't that nice when he pointed a gun to our heads and threatened to shoot us," Fox scratched his ear, as if checking that it was okay, "Lucky that laser missed me."
"Peppy, if we go back to Corneria and pay back your debts, then wouldn't be bedtime for me?" Krystal asked. Fox chuckled out of instinct as he climbed back into his Arwing.
"I suppose, but we don't say bedtime here, Krystal. 'Bedtime' is for little kits," Fox snickered, but Krystal shut him up with a cold glare. She could be very mean and controlling if she wanted to, really.
**
"Aw, see, Peppy? No time for pizza," Fox yawned, stretching out on the long couch, his paws rubbing furiously on his green eyes. Peppy snorted and flung a carrot stick at Fox, hitting him squarely in the middle of his eyes. Fox just yawned again and stuffed the carrot down his throat. A moment later, Fox dropped off to sleep, breathing softly. Peppy gave him one look and his head crashed onto the kitchen table, snoring up a sandstorm.
"Lazy bums," Krystal rolled her eyes and went off to bed, ignoring the two sleeping figures that were hunched awkwardly on a couch and a metal table.
*Six hours later**
"No trouble, I presume?"
"None at all, sir. They were sleeping like they were injected with drugs."
"Good. Have you got the blood samples?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, start the cloning process!"
"Right away, sir."
"How long until the clones become active?"
"If we hurry, we can release them with orders in four hours."
"Wonderful. Maybe that fat seal head of yours didn't rot after all these years after all."
**
A/N: Mmm, mint chocolate... Lunchtime!