Disclaimer: *Sigh* Why do those dumb lawyers make us poor writers make these stupid things? Bah! Anyway, I don't own Miles 'Tails' Prowler or any of the StarFox team, although they are barely involved and Tails is almost my character (after I added a few touches to him).

Introduction: Well, my brain was kinda hyper after I played Sonic for about six hours straight at a friend's house AND watched 'We Were Soldiers' the other night, so I just decided to write something about our overshadowed Tails. Poor little guy; he doesn't get much attention. This is centered a bit more on StarFox than it is Sonic, so I'll just file it under StarFox. As always with my stories, this has no reference whatsoever to my other fictions. This is based on an alternate universe setting. Oh, don't worry, you don't have to know anything about Tails. Frankly, I don't know anything about him either.



"Whoa, cool spy stuff," Amy commented as she entered the van. Indeed, there was anything you'd need to get information out of illegal sources. There were satellite dishes to super-sensitive radars. Tails nodded and shrugged. Falco jumped into the driver's seat again and too off.

"Where to, man?" Falco called behind him.

"Uh, just wait," Tails muttered. The screen on the videophone beeped and Tails flicked on the machine. General Pepper's face sizzled before them. Amy shoved Tails a bit to get a good look at her new commanding officer.

"Good evening, General," Tails said. Amy nodded as if to say the same thing.

"Uh, you too, Miles. Nice jacket," he replied. Tails looked at his dark green cloth jacket. General Peppy cleared his throat, "I see you've enlisted the help of Ms. Rose. Well, I need you three on a mission in Northern Corneria."

"But sir, we know where the last of us is," Tails objected. General Pepper shook his head.

"This is an emergency, Miles," he coughed, "No, you must get to Corneria immediately." The screen turned to static after that. Tails whacked the chair that he was sitting on.

"Oh, well, Tails," Falco called from the front, "We'll get her later."

"She's too smart to stay in one place," Tails whispered, "She would know danger's coming her way.

**Four months later**

"Status, SP one."

"Status: Okay. Proceed."

Tails grunted in response and unscrewed the bolts on the ventilation shaft. Throwing glances behind him to make sure that no one was watching him, Tails got the metal square out of its place and squeezed in. After he shoved his entire body inside the shaft, Tails replaced the shaft cover using a magnetic screwdriver.

"I need the blueprint of the building, SP three," Tails said into his com-link. Amy responded by making a holograph of the skyscraper. Tails pressed a tiny button on his com-link projector and the building blinked transparent except for the outlines of the floor plans. Three blue dots, one on the main floor, one in the basement parking lot, and one in the fifth floor. Tails was the one on the fifth floor. A whole bunch of red and green dots also blinked to life. The red ones were the fraction of terrorists holding the entire city hostage with a hydrogen bomb the size of Falco's van. The green dots were the civilians held hostage. Pressing another button on his link, Tails made the vent outlines materialize before his eyes. Looking forward into the metal crawlspace, Tails went on and took his third right.

Tails was wearing a black leather suit that gripped his skin. His entire body was covered except for his ears, eyes, and tails. A utility belt was strapped onto his waist and an advanced com-link was on his head. The holograph projection that was centimeters from his face faded as he crawled on, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"Hold it right there, SP two!" Falco hissed. Tails stopped in his tracks. Falco sighed in relief; "Ya nearly blew the entire mission. Take out the compressed nitrogen gas from your belt and spray some in front of you."

Tails, utterly bewildered, obeyed. As he hissed a little stream of white gas in front of him, six, crossing infrared lasers came into view. Tails whispered thanks to Falco and took out what looked like tiny mirrors on delicate wires from a small pouch and stringed them up in all the places where the diagonal lasers were being emitted. The mirrors reflected the light back and Tails was free to go on.

"SP three, have you figured out where the bomb is yet?" Tails asked. Amy took a while to respond.

"Yeah, it's on the forty-sixth floor, but the remote is on the seventy-ninth. We should split up, SP two. I'll take the blowing-upper and you get the remote," Amy replied. Tails gave a 'hmm' in agreement.

Tails found the ventilation access to the elevator shaft and kicked it open. It swung easily out and on its hinges on the bottom, but it hit the concrete wall with a thunderous crash. Cursing his hastiness, Tails took a look up and down the elevator shaft. It was terribly dark, but little lights were on in case of emergencies. They shed enough luminous energy to let Tails see the main elevator speeding up towards him. Acting fast, Tails jumped onto the cable hooked onto the elevator and slid down slowly. His cotton-bottomed shoes made absolutely no sound on the cold metal of the elevator. Tails wrung his hands gingerly in burning pain and shook off the grease. Tails was able to hear a conversation between the passengers on the elevator.

"...Yeah, if the Cornerian agents show up-"

"They won't. We've got the place surrounded by heavy artillery."

"They have stealth ships."

"Yeah, but those are SHIPS. We'd be able hear them, you dimwit!"

Tails rolled his eyes in disbelief. If terrorists were this dumb, they'd have peanuts for brains. Even stealth ships can seal off the sound from their engines. And jeez, what good would heavy artillery do against a single agent? They'd either miss or do no damage if the agent was using shockproof shields. Too bad Tails didn't have one on.

The elevator whirred to a stop at the seventy-seventh floor. Tails jumped into the vent shaft there and crawled. It didn't take long to reach the vent for the stairway. Tails, with the help of Amy's blueprints, jumped down the shaft a minute later. Tails was just finished nailing the bolts back on the cover when he heard heavy footsteps coming down from the seventy-ninth floor.

**First person Krystal**

I bolted straight for the hills of ice and snow. The Venomians took a while to regain their senses after I cuffed them on the sides of their heads with my staff. They didn't dare shoot their guns, but they still kept yelling that they would use force if I ran.

My mind raced back to the day it all started a month ago. I had left Zoness for Fortuna because I knew I was being followed. Wherever I went, there always seemed to be a particular person on my heels. I started getting strange phone calls about the torn history of Venom and how I served under its military. No one should've known that; I left that bit of my past in a deep pit of my mind a long time ago.

I immediately thought of Fortuna because of the scarcity of people living there. I thought the emptiness would provide a cover for me, but frankly, it wormed me out too soon. Two Venomian soldiers, still loyal to Andross, found me in my little town. I was working in one of the greenhouses when then crashed in. I raced out the moment they started shooting the innocent bystanders. I know I should've done something, but my mind told me that I was more important. I had tripped in the outskirts of the high-tech town I was living in. They caught up to me and started ranting on about how I should join them. I thwacked them both on the sides of the head and just ran.

They started shooting! They actually started shooting. Maybe it was because they didn't want to hit me, or maybe it was merely because their aims were really bad, but the lasers still missed me by a longshot. I didn't have to fire back at them, but I did once the squadron advanced from the other side of the hills.

The cold snow crunched beneath my feet as I stared at the oncoming ground soldiers. They were heavily armed with all sorts of tranquilizer devices and other paralyzing weapons. I gulped as the ten animals reached within firing distance, but they were far from getting a good shot. Looking back at the two soldiers who were closer to me, I fired little bolts of lightening at them and made them fall. I didn't really want to kill them. Facing the squadron again, I had more ambitious plans for them. I liked having a bit of fun.

Raising my staff above my head, I brought it down in a sweeping cut in a horizontal line. A wall of fire sprang up right in front of the soldiers. They stopped dead at the six-foot tall flames licking the sky and melting the ice under them. It was most simple converting magic into fire. It was simply a matter of energy exchange. Since magic is a sort of very condensed potential energy that can be recharged, I can convert it very easily into thermal energy. Making people rise from the ground and flying was a harder concept to achieve.

"Hey, ya wimps!" I yelled triumphantly back at them as I sprinted back to the township, "Let's see ya get me now!" I knew I shouldn't have said that.

Some soldier must've been really ticked off at my insulting, so he just decided to shoot a stray tranquilizer my way. Lucky for him, I hit my arm. I wrenched it out as it injected the dosage. It was rather minor if it only got half into my bloodstream, but I would still fall asleep for a few minutes. The firewall would only burn for a few more seconds.

I felt dizzy and uncoordinated, but I could still see. Over the hills, I saw the firewall disintegrate into nothing and the squadron rush towards me. Panting, I brought up my staff as if I was going to impale the earth. Chanting a little spell I learned fourteen years ago, I struck the ground with my staff. There was a shining blue light as I felt my body jerked into a distant place.

Fortuna was too isolated, and Zoness had way too much security. No doubt, the best place to go now was the most crowded planet and the least place for checking DNA: Corneria. It was only logical that I would go there for my own protection. Destination: Northern Corneria.

Teleportation rules.

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A/N: Now both of our main characters have their own little adventures. I know its getting a bit too far ahead into the future and it may sound confusing, but come on. I like Tails, and how did he not die? Why is Falco working for General Pepper? Well, questions will be answered once Krystal catches up with Tails, probably in two more chapters.