Two Arwings approached the Great Fox as it lazily orbited Corneria. Fox skillfully brought his fighter into the hanger and touched down, a few moments later Krystal followed suit.

This place needs a new paint job.

Fox thought as he jumped out of his Arwing and walked over to Krystal. A moment later his wife climbed out, clad in a tight fitting sky blue jump suit that matched her fur. They had been happily married for several months now. Together they walked to the lift and ascended into the bowels of the ship. The double doors slid open with a feint hiss as they entered the bridge. As usually Peppy was asleep at his station, Slippy was tinkering with an odd looking device, and Falco was leaning back in his chair with his feet on the console.

"Fox your back, how did the meeting go." Slippy called, his annoying squeaky voice so high pitched it almost bothered the vulpine's sensitive ears.

"Not really that boring, though I'm not sure why General Pepper wanted us to attend so badly. All they really discussed is beefing up the military again, sending another cleanup crew to Zoness, which of course is pointless, and how a solid alliance with Venom has been secured now that General Polovschy is in charge and a senate has been set up."

Fox sat down in the captain's chair, as Krystal sat down at the newly installed fourth station.

"Alright guys and girls, here's the plan, they said that Bill's squadron would be on leave in three days, and knowing him he'll be glad to duel with us, until then we all have three days to do what ever we want."

Meanwhile, a small fleet of warships hovered at the edge of the Lylat System. Colonel Bromley's strode through the large room, which was full of strange machines, technicians, and scientists.

"Colonel."

Bromley turned to see an artic fox walking toward him stop and salute.

"At ease Lieutenant, what do you have for me Miles?"

"Sir, the capture of the enemy vessel was achieved with relatively minimal casualties, and we managed to capture, much of their technology, and took almost a hundred prisoners including the ship's Captain."

This came as no surprise to Bromley except that the Captain had allowed himself to be taken alive.

"Have the scientist been able to analyze this stuff yet."

"Yes sir, their technology appears to be designed along the same principles as our own and is nearly identical."

"That's interesting."

A burly Sergeant walked hurried up to him.

"Sir, your the meeting is about to begin."

"Will have to discuss this later Miles, lead on Sergeant."

The meeting chamber was large, circular, and dimly lit. It appeared that the meeting had begun early as Bromley heard General Osborn arguing with Admiral Lovell.

This is gonna be ugly.

Bromley thought as he sat down, though he wasn't sure why it would be, after all everything was on schedule and going as planned.

"Gentlemen!"

All conversations abruptly ceased as every stood and saluted. It was always interesting how when Grand Admiral Stanford spoke everyone listened.

"The meeting has now come to order, the topic, the invasion. The enemy frigate has been captured without incident, and its crew is being interrogated as we speak. The political and scientific junkies are being more generous with their information. They are looking for a planet called Dinosaur Planet, a planet rumored to be rich with a substance of great power. This brings us to the next topic, the navicomputer of the frigate was captured almost intact, though the crew was able to wipe a small amount data from the computer, our scientists have been able to fill in most of the gaps. Using this data we have been able to not only locate this Dinosaur Planet, but also have located many planets that are rich with resources. This brings us to our last topic, the operations. Our fleet will be split into three groups, the first will move against Dinosaur Planet, the second will move against a resource rich volcanic planet called Macbeth, and the third will attack another highly volcanic planet known as Venom. See your local mission command officer for further details."

General Osborn raised a hand.

"What of the new weapons the scientists have promised."

Stanford turned to face him.

"Don't worry General, your army will get its new toys, but they will not be ready for full deployment for another week."

Several other officers raised their hands, but Stanford suddenly stood and spoke.

"This meeting is adjourned, now go, you all have a lot of preparations to make.