Mission 30 – Conquering the Impossible

"Krys, I am really sorry about last night." Fox spoke wholeheartedly as he changed into his uniform. The lights of the room glowed in a soft blue, imitating the hues of a sunrise. It was a miscellaneous way for the crew to recognize Cornerian Time, as well as a much nicer replacement for the alarm clock. The orange vulpine only hoped that Krystal had forgotten about the conversation last night, but something had to be done. "I thought it over . . . And I admit that I am a bit paranoid about Leon and the whole protecting the kids deal."

"Well, I also admit that accusing you wasn't the best thing to say last night." Krystal replied, turning around to face her husband. Now that she thought about it, crying over a little argument seemed like a total waste of tears. Being the strong and dependant female that she was, she almost felt ashamed. "But don't you agree that something has to be done?"

"Yes . . . Um . . ." Fox wanted to tell her it was time to move to Corneria, but he also wanted to avoid admitting his wrongs. "Cory and Clare shouldn't live in the bubble like they are now."

"So we are moving to Corneria." Krystal stated with her icy blue eyes trained on Fox. There was no escape for him.

"Well . . . uh . . ." Fox felt himself fiddling with his collar for a prolonged period of time. Soon enough, he gave up and smiled, "Yeah, sure, let's move to Corneria."

"Oh Fox!" Krystal rushed over and hugged her husband, kissing him on the cheek.

"I know sweetie, I love you too." Fox caressed his wife. He bent down and kissed her passionately on the lips.

"Oh Fox," she said dreamily, "We haven't been together for weeks."

Fox nodded and smiled. Krystal grabbed Fox's still undone tie and grinned devilishly at him. She slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. Fox could hear her heavy breaths, matching his own husky breathing. She tore the jacket and dress shirt of his body, leaving him in a simple white tank shirt. She then stood up and stared expectantly at her lover. Fox reached over and pulled Krystal's silk night skirt over her head, leaving her in a revealing pair of undergarments.

Fox giggled, "Those remind me of the clothes you wore on dinosaur planet. I remember staring at you for the longest time when I first saw you trapped in that crystal."

"You little pervert," Krystal said as she shoved him onto the bed, "It sounds like you were a little naughty boy."

Fox nodded, "Very naughty..."

"I'm afraid I'll just have to punish the bad foxy." She smirked. She went down onto her knees and unbuckled his belt. Soon the pants were tugged down around his ankles, and pulled out from under his still exposed feet. He wore a pair of silky blue boxers with a map of Corneria's main constellations. She could see Fox shivering in anticipation. "My, someone's certainly gotten excited in a hurry."

Fox panted in excitement, his wife slowly stroked his body, rubbing his fur the wrong way and furthering his arousal. She slowly moved up his calves, and then his thighs. Inching closer and closer to the hot spot between his legs. Casually Krystal skipped over the large tent near Lupus the Hunter, a needful whine quivered out of Fox's throat.

"Someone's VERY excited," Krystal giggled out, "Have we really neglected each other that long."

Fox reached out towards Krystal, "No more teasing..."

Krystal caught his hand, "No, you've been a bad kit, and you're going to be punished." She sat up on the bed and laid Fox out over her knee. She grabbed his tail and held it high in the air. With the other hand she began playfully swatting his behind, not enough to cause her lover pain, but just enough to keep Fox tense.

A soft voice spoke out, "Mommy, what did Daddy do?

Krystal's hand stopped in midair. Both Fox and Krystal looked as a small blue-furred kit stood in the doorway. Fox had an appalled look on his face, Krystal blushed, but was hidden beneath her thick blue fur.

Cory asked again, "Did Daddy do something bad?" he was completely innocent, and looked with a subtle curiosity.

Fox muttered, "Yeah...I was a bad boy..."

"Go to the kitchen son, ROB will fix you something, we'll be out in a little while." Krystal watched her son walk out of the room.

Fox stared up at the ceiling, "ROB!"

"Yes Fox..." the monotone voice responded.

"When me and my wife are being intimate, DON'T LET MY CHILDREN JUST WALK RIGHT IN!" Fox was obviously blushing furiously. The only comfort he had was the Cory was innocent enough not to realize what they were doing.

ROB responded, "Understood sir."

Fox sat up and looked down at himself, "Maybe...we should...wait until this evening." He adjusted himself and began recollecting his clothes.

"I'm sorry honey...we'll have a romantic evening." Krystal said, trying to console him.

"I know, I'm not worried about that...but honey?" Fox began to ask.

Krystal nodded, "Yes dear?"

"The kids are going to stay in the bubble for a few more years about that stuff okay" Fox said, still quite embarrassed, but attempting to make a joke.

Krystal tossed a pillow at him, "Oh you!"

The couple giggled, falling back on the soft mattress behind them. Fox was quite happy that the problem was finally over, for the most part. Leon now remained as a small splinter at the back of his mind, a minor inconvenience if left unprovoked.

"And ROB, another thing," Fox called to the brightening ceiling.

"Yes Captain McCloud." The robot replied.

"Set the coordinates for Corneria City. We are heading there immediately." McCloud smiled at his wife, who pecked him on the cheek. "Arrange something with Admiral Pepper about using the docking bay at the military space-station."

"Affirmative, Captain." ROB replied. The colossal ship rumbled lightly as it maneuvered itself towards the beautiful, hospitable planet of Corneria. "Great Fox will arrive in Corneria City in three days, forty-two minutes and fifty-nine seconds. Negotiations with Admiral Pepper are scheduled in twenty minutes. How long would you like to stay in Corneria City, Captain McCloud?"

"I would like to stay there permanently until further notice, so do your best to persuade Admiral Pepper." Fox requested.

"So where are we going to live Fox?" Krystal asked.

"I have a little surprise for you." The orange vulpine smiled slyly, "You'll find out about it later."

"Is it an apartment or a house?" Krystal asked, slightly anxious.

"You will see, just wait." Fox patted his wife's hair in a childish manner. "Now let see how the kids are doing.


The Krazoa Spirits – by Archimedes Zenotabi

It is clear that an extremely intelligent race had once inhabited the Dinosaur Planet long ago. They were the Krazoa, creatures with abilities to control dark matter, the factors which held this universe in balance. For some unknown reasons, this race vanished completely after several millenniums of supremacy, leaving behind mere relics of the old, and several inconspicuous, metaphysical spirits. These spirits are keys to unlock the unknown dimensions of the mind.

The mind as the scientific field knows it is strictly physical. It is the movements of electrical currents within the cerebral cortex. Millions of brain cells act together by transferring information from one to another in an organized manner, giving the individual organism intelligence, and more importantly, personality. The mind of a sentient organism is also capable of recording events of the past as memories, and act upon similar events accordingly by using these memories as reference. However, the strictly physical mind in which all scientists believe in is merely the actions of a brain. Once the brain ceases to function, the mind also ceases to exist. Although there are some evidence that minds of deceased individuals continue after their death, often described as the term "ghosts" and "spirits", solid proof pertaining to this matter is never found – Until now.

The six Krazoa Spirits which Captain Fox McCloud of the StarFox Team encountered on the Dinosaur Planet had showed enough evidence that the mind of the Krazoa race does not perish with the race itself, but continue to exist for a prolonged period of time, perhaps an eternity. These spirits are not restricted by the laws of science which govern this world. Their ability to pass through solid matter without decreasing in velocity, immeasurable age, and power to resurrect Andross from the dead clearly confirm their metaphysical or spiritual characteristics. Not only so, but they also show signs of intelligence and communication with other sentient life forms.

If the minds (or spirits) of the Krazoa can remain in the physical world in a metaphysical manner, such that their memories and intelligence is retained, it is possible that all sentient life forms express the same trait. It is quite clear that the destruction of Andross during that Lylat Wars had obliterated the maniacal fiend's mind, but it is obvious that he was revived, along with his memories and personality, when the six Krazoa Sprits were forced to channel their power through a certain crystal. This event proves that the mind of a sentient life form cannot be vanquished by the mere destruction of the body. Likewise, it is not impossible for a mind of a deceased individual to return into the physical world, if specific requirements are met.

-Project Outline

Archimedes Zenotabi

Dr. Archimedes Zenotabi arched his head back, stretching his spinal column, filling the room with audible cracking between the cartilage disks of his vertebrae. He checked the time on his wrist watch, and decided that it was for his best interest to finish his work in the morning. The scientist wrapped his stiffened fingers around a hot coffee mug, and smiled contently as the bitter fluid flowed into his mouth. Satisfied with finishing his brew, the rodent saved the text file into a separate disk and erased all traces of his work. It was far too dangerous to leave on the computer.

Ejecting the disk from the computer, Zenotabi casually slipped it into his breast pocket. As he walked away from his darkened desk and towards his bedroom, the scientist wondered how he could approach the project.

He lacked several things. First, he didn't have hard proof. There were only a few people who even knew the Krazoa Spirits actually existed, besides some of the high-ranked military officials. The only person in the entire Lylat System who had witnessed these creatures was Fox McCloud. Unfortunately, being a fighter that McCloud was, any information from the vulpine was unreliable.

Second of all, he lacked information. All that was left of the ancient Krazoa were a few decaying statues, temples, and a few scattered "shrines". The only one who had any reliable information was Admiral Pepper. However, Zenotabi wanted to keep this project a secret, not only to the general public, but the government as well. Asking Pepper would inevitably lead to inquiries from the meddling canine.

Last of all, he had never actually thought about the outcome of this project. What if he could actually bring people back from the dead? The consequences are too far to fathom. Whoever got hold of such information would revive anyone they wish, including themselves, from death. If this project was a success, death would cease to exist. Death, the most feared and important event in life, would disappear.

Everyone in the Lylat System would become immortal, and Zenotabi would be the one responsible for it. Everyone would keep living, while producing more offspring in the process, until they suffocate all the planets to certain doom.

Archimedes Zenotabi let out a small sigh as he pushed those thoughts into the back of his mind. Instead, he allowed his mind to retrieve Jade from his scrambled mind. Once he found her, he smiled and closed his eyes.