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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 ^_^
"So, which one is the real Krystal?" Peppy asked in a shaky voice, his eyes traveling from one of them to the other. Fox hesitated, then remembered the groceries lying in front of the Krystal he found in the alleyway bleeding.
"She is," Fox jerked his thumb towards the unconscious Krystal, "She said I attacked her, but that was probably someone else, too."
"Wait a sec, Fox. Come here. Do her eyes look normal?" Peppy lifted up the eyelid of the dead Krystal. Fox looked closely at her eyeball.
"It's a bit darker. Our Krystal's eyes are an emerald green," Fox muttered. Peppy sighed in weariness.
"I don't believe it. She's been cloned. Clones tend to have darker eyes than the originals," Peppy slouched down in the corner again, wiping the tears from his eyes, "But who would do such a thing, and why? Revenge is my opinion."
"Who would want revenge so badly? We usually get hate-mail these days from terrorist groups, but we only tackled two in the last month," Fox got a towel from the kitchen and, kneeling, wiped up the blood on the real Krystal's face.
"Albert Hemstrum, that's who," Peppy frowned, "That jackass. He's probably been cloned, too." Fox stroked Krystal's hair gently with a paw as he removed the smaller glass shards from her face. She whimpered slightly as he did so, but didn't wake up. Fox sat down slowly as he thought.
"If they cloned Krystal, they had probably cloned us, too," Fox said, "Watch your back, Pep. There's still two of them out there." Fox sighed and kissed Krystal lightly on the forehead. She stirred and woke up. Opening her eyes, she saw Fox's face and flinched.
"Nothing like a kiss to wake the sleeping beauty," Peppy chuckled, "Don't worry, Krystal. It's the real Fox."
"Really? Well, then, Fox, what did you want for me to buy this morning?" Krystal asked in a hoarse voice.
"I didn't want anything," Fox smiled at her trick question. She smiled back and cuddled up comfortably on his lap. Krystal whispered 'thank heavens' to herself over and over again as she hugged Fox tight.
"We have a lot to explain to the police tonight," Peppy said, jerking his head in the dead clone's body. Fox shook his head, using body language to say 'not now'. Peppy nodded his head understandingly and went to get bandages for Krystal, who was sighing in happiness in Fox's arms.
"Next time you go shopping, bring me for protection, will you?" Fox grinned slightly down at the vixen. Krystal hummed in agreement as she bent up and kissed Fox's lips lovingly.
"Good idea."
"Brilliant, really," Fox said, imitating a thick British accent. Krystal slapped him playfully and he retaliated by knocking her down and kissing mercilessly on her neck. It was a wonder how he found humor in the darkest of times.
As Fox let up and looked into her eyes, they both knew in that instant that they didn't have an I-have-a-crush-on-you relationship. They both loved each other very deeply, but as with their stubborn tempers, they didn't admit it. Fox broke the silence by tickling Krystal in the stomach. She giggled non-stop before Peppy intruded with a small first aid kit.
"Oh, am I interrupting something?" Peppy smiled sadistically as he watched the two foxes scurry quickly away from each other, "Wait, you don't have to answer that."
**
It was definitely a hell of a time explaining a dead clone body to the police, but they understood after six hours of interrogating. The clone was to be buried with an informal service in three weeks, so Fox didn't need to worry about the safety of himself or more importantly, Krystal's safety, just yet. After an exhausting walking trip from the town back to the hanger in the shadow of the night, Peppy fell asleep right away after eating half a carrot on his bed.
Fox watched as Krystal slowly fell asleep on the long couch, her fur still in a matted mess. No matter, though, she was still beautiful.
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Mental journal, Fox McCloud, 2002 C.D., May 26, 11:16 PM:
She looks so peaceful lying there, so innocent. Albert Hemstrum is one sick bastard, that I am certain of. Cloning me, I can understand, but her: A complete stranger to him? What has she done to him?
Albert is a genius, for one thing. He knows how to attack an enemy: Through their hearts. He knows that Krystal is a close friend, and he just had to try to kill her to tear me apart inside. He's a sly one, even for a member of the vulpine species. I hate him. He takes pleasure in killing, but don't I sometimes? I took pleasure in killing Lain, didn't I? That makes me a lot like him in some ways.
No, I am nothing like Dr. Hemstrum. I am able to care about my friends, my family. He can't. He just thrusts his soldiers mercilessly into battle, regardless of the deaths. I can feel emotion, I can feel pain, and I can feel love. Is that what I've been acting on lately? Do I really love Krystal? Why, that's one question I can certainly answer myself: Yes, yes, and triple yes.
Yet, I can't help feeling that I can't do enough for her. She was a queen once, and she deserves better than the likes of me. She needs someone who can give her what she needs. I love her, but love isn't enough.
--
Fox sat down beside Krystal, stroking her hair again. It was silky soft, and so was her fur. Fox gently caressed her forehead, feeling the warmth of her head. Krystal stirred a little and opened her eyes, looking at Fox. She frowned a little.
"What did you say about the dead clone in the police office?" She asked suspiciously.
"I didn't say anything. Peppy told it all," Fox whispered, grinning at her alertness. He gently pressed his snout against hers, making her smile slightly under the kiss. Krystal pulled Fox slowly away by the tail.
"Sleep now, share passion later," she yawned humorously and rolled over. Fox smiled and pecked her cheek before clicking off the lights to the den and going to bed.
***
"They are on to us, your highness. The clone of the vixen has been killed."
"So be it. Withdraw the third clone and eliminate him before we get into too much trouble. We do not have the element of surprise now."
"But sir-"
"No buts, you fool. You are all fired until further notice. Go back to you lives," the gray fox shook his head and walked away from the dimly lit control room.
"He has gone mad!" The seal exclaimed to the lizard.
"So he has. Leave him be, and don't bother cloning him again. Venom is shutting down for good now."
"But we CAN'T!"
"Yes we can, you idiot. I have a wife and two sons to take care of, and I don't want to get hurt because of McCloud. He is too dangerous."
"We're giving up too easily."
"We are also giving up without pain. Let Albert be, and go home. This is over. It's all over."
"But the clone of McCloud, he can still finish his job!"
"He can't. They know too much now. Even if he does succeed, let them be, and don't you DARE link any of this to me or my family."
"Yes, sir," the seal breathed in sharply as everyone left the room. The seal sighed and followed the rest out the door. It was a very easy victory for the Cornerians, but no defeat was taken for the Venomians, for they knew that the Cornerians didn't know of anything.
"Albert, you old hack. The war you wanted between Venom and Corneria was all about Vixy, wasn't it?" The seal muttered under his breath as he set the self-destruct sequence to the base.
**
A/N: Cut it short, do nothing with it. I know it's a corny ending, but ya know, my brain is fresh out of ideas. What ending am I talking about? What has happened to the clone of Fox? Just one more chapter to go. The next chapter will be dark, I tell you, DARK! Ha, ha, ha! Well, maybe not that dark... Just seemingly miserable. Oh, yeah, for those StarFox fans who don't know, Vixy is Fox's mother. Yep!
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 ^_^
"So, which one is the real Krystal?" Peppy asked in a shaky voice, his eyes traveling from one of them to the other. Fox hesitated, then remembered the groceries lying in front of the Krystal he found in the alleyway bleeding.
"She is," Fox jerked his thumb towards the unconscious Krystal, "She said I attacked her, but that was probably someone else, too."
"Wait a sec, Fox. Come here. Do her eyes look normal?" Peppy lifted up the eyelid of the dead Krystal. Fox looked closely at her eyeball.
"It's a bit darker. Our Krystal's eyes are an emerald green," Fox muttered. Peppy sighed in weariness.
"I don't believe it. She's been cloned. Clones tend to have darker eyes than the originals," Peppy slouched down in the corner again, wiping the tears from his eyes, "But who would do such a thing, and why? Revenge is my opinion."
"Who would want revenge so badly? We usually get hate-mail these days from terrorist groups, but we only tackled two in the last month," Fox got a towel from the kitchen and, kneeling, wiped up the blood on the real Krystal's face.
"Albert Hemstrum, that's who," Peppy frowned, "That jackass. He's probably been cloned, too." Fox stroked Krystal's hair gently with a paw as he removed the smaller glass shards from her face. She whimpered slightly as he did so, but didn't wake up. Fox sat down slowly as he thought.
"If they cloned Krystal, they had probably cloned us, too," Fox said, "Watch your back, Pep. There's still two of them out there." Fox sighed and kissed Krystal lightly on the forehead. She stirred and woke up. Opening her eyes, she saw Fox's face and flinched.
"Nothing like a kiss to wake the sleeping beauty," Peppy chuckled, "Don't worry, Krystal. It's the real Fox."
"Really? Well, then, Fox, what did you want for me to buy this morning?" Krystal asked in a hoarse voice.
"I didn't want anything," Fox smiled at her trick question. She smiled back and cuddled up comfortably on his lap. Krystal whispered 'thank heavens' to herself over and over again as she hugged Fox tight.
"We have a lot to explain to the police tonight," Peppy said, jerking his head in the dead clone's body. Fox shook his head, using body language to say 'not now'. Peppy nodded his head understandingly and went to get bandages for Krystal, who was sighing in happiness in Fox's arms.
"Next time you go shopping, bring me for protection, will you?" Fox grinned slightly down at the vixen. Krystal hummed in agreement as she bent up and kissed Fox's lips lovingly.
"Good idea."
"Brilliant, really," Fox said, imitating a thick British accent. Krystal slapped him playfully and he retaliated by knocking her down and kissing mercilessly on her neck. It was a wonder how he found humor in the darkest of times.
As Fox let up and looked into her eyes, they both knew in that instant that they didn't have an I-have-a-crush-on-you relationship. They both loved each other very deeply, but as with their stubborn tempers, they didn't admit it. Fox broke the silence by tickling Krystal in the stomach. She giggled non-stop before Peppy intruded with a small first aid kit.
"Oh, am I interrupting something?" Peppy smiled sadistically as he watched the two foxes scurry quickly away from each other, "Wait, you don't have to answer that."
**
It was definitely a hell of a time explaining a dead clone body to the police, but they understood after six hours of interrogating. The clone was to be buried with an informal service in three weeks, so Fox didn't need to worry about the safety of himself or more importantly, Krystal's safety, just yet. After an exhausting walking trip from the town back to the hanger in the shadow of the night, Peppy fell asleep right away after eating half a carrot on his bed.
Fox watched as Krystal slowly fell asleep on the long couch, her fur still in a matted mess. No matter, though, she was still beautiful.
--
Mental journal, Fox McCloud, 2002 C.D., May 26, 11:16 PM:
She looks so peaceful lying there, so innocent. Albert Hemstrum is one sick bastard, that I am certain of. Cloning me, I can understand, but her: A complete stranger to him? What has she done to him?
Albert is a genius, for one thing. He knows how to attack an enemy: Through their hearts. He knows that Krystal is a close friend, and he just had to try to kill her to tear me apart inside. He's a sly one, even for a member of the vulpine species. I hate him. He takes pleasure in killing, but don't I sometimes? I took pleasure in killing Lain, didn't I? That makes me a lot like him in some ways.
No, I am nothing like Dr. Hemstrum. I am able to care about my friends, my family. He can't. He just thrusts his soldiers mercilessly into battle, regardless of the deaths. I can feel emotion, I can feel pain, and I can feel love. Is that what I've been acting on lately? Do I really love Krystal? Why, that's one question I can certainly answer myself: Yes, yes, and triple yes.
Yet, I can't help feeling that I can't do enough for her. She was a queen once, and she deserves better than the likes of me. She needs someone who can give her what she needs. I love her, but love isn't enough.
--
Fox sat down beside Krystal, stroking her hair again. It was silky soft, and so was her fur. Fox gently caressed her forehead, feeling the warmth of her head. Krystal stirred a little and opened her eyes, looking at Fox. She frowned a little.
"What did you say about the dead clone in the police office?" She asked suspiciously.
"I didn't say anything. Peppy told it all," Fox whispered, grinning at her alertness. He gently pressed his snout against hers, making her smile slightly under the kiss. Krystal pulled Fox slowly away by the tail.
"Sleep now, share passion later," she yawned humorously and rolled over. Fox smiled and pecked her cheek before clicking off the lights to the den and going to bed.
***
"They are on to us, your highness. The clone of the vixen has been killed."
"So be it. Withdraw the third clone and eliminate him before we get into too much trouble. We do not have the element of surprise now."
"But sir-"
"No buts, you fool. You are all fired until further notice. Go back to you lives," the gray fox shook his head and walked away from the dimly lit control room.
"He has gone mad!" The seal exclaimed to the lizard.
"So he has. Leave him be, and don't bother cloning him again. Venom is shutting down for good now."
"But we CAN'T!"
"Yes we can, you idiot. I have a wife and two sons to take care of, and I don't want to get hurt because of McCloud. He is too dangerous."
"We're giving up too easily."
"We are also giving up without pain. Let Albert be, and go home. This is over. It's all over."
"But the clone of McCloud, he can still finish his job!"
"He can't. They know too much now. Even if he does succeed, let them be, and don't you DARE link any of this to me or my family."
"Yes, sir," the seal breathed in sharply as everyone left the room. The seal sighed and followed the rest out the door. It was a very easy victory for the Cornerians, but no defeat was taken for the Venomians, for they knew that the Cornerians didn't know of anything.
"Albert, you old hack. The war you wanted between Venom and Corneria was all about Vixy, wasn't it?" The seal muttered under his breath as he set the self-destruct sequence to the base.
**
A/N: Cut it short, do nothing with it. I know it's a corny ending, but ya know, my brain is fresh out of ideas. What ending am I talking about? What has happened to the clone of Fox? Just one more chapter to go. The next chapter will be dark, I tell you, DARK! Ha, ha, ha! Well, maybe not that dark... Just seemingly miserable. Oh, yeah, for those StarFox fans who don't know, Vixy is Fox's mother. Yep!