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Chapter 7: A Day in the Life of Starfox
I don't care what the others think – I like this base. I enjoy the silence personally, and everything is so high-tech. I just wish they would let me take a good look at those Arwings. - Slippy

Dawn broke slowly over the military base the next morning, the lingering shadows taking their time in going away.
Even slower to get going was Fox McCloud, a gigantic yawn plastered on his face for a few seconds before coming to an end. His sleepy eyes roamed around the room, coming to rest on the digital clock on the wall. Mind wandering, he finally came to the conclusion that it read 7am, and that it was time to get up and get going.
Yawning again, Fox stumbled out of bed with one thing on his mind - a shower. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he searched through his closet for the essentials he had purchased the night before and wandered into the washroom.
A half hour passed before the washroom opened again, revealing the vulpine dressed in another basic military uniform. He found the flight jacket he had thrown onto a chair the night before, put it on, and then meandered out of the room in a hunt for breakfast.
The walk to the mess hall was a short one, as the team had been conveniently located on the same floor. Once inside, Fox gathered that about half of the base's population was currently there, all enjoying the food and company before starting another long day at work.
Grabbing some pancakes and eggs off the self-service bar, he glanced around for his teammates. He found Peppy in one corner, a mug in one paw and some kind of datapad in the other.
He sat down across from his teammate, who acknowledged his presence with a nod. He smiled, noticing the smell of coffee emanating from Peppy's cup instantly. "You know how bad that stuff is for you, old hare," he said.
"You get to my age and try to get going without a cup," he responded, putting the mug down on the table. He waved the pad in his other paw as he continued. "This morning's news is rather interesting, Fox."
"Is that what that is?" he asked as he gestured towards the pad.
"Yes, and it's an interesting little gadget as well. It holds all the newspapers from around the system, and gets updated daily." Peppy took another sip from his cup before continuing. "Did you know you are considered a hero on two different planets already?"
Fox dropped his silverware onto his plate with a clang. "What?"
As if expecting the reaction, he touched the screen a few times then spun the pad around so Fox could read it, talking as he did so. "The Cornerian Globe has you in its 'News From Around the Galaxy' section. It seems that someone had a camera on that transport we were on."
Fox glanced through the article, shaking his head as in disbelief as he did so. He didn't need this, not now. "I'm no hero, Peppy, and you know it."
The hare grinned, having heard the same speech from Fox's father before. "Tell that to the Papetoon Times. You were front page material to them." He grabbed the pad and changed papers with a few taps before passing it back. "Amazingly they didn't inflate your heroics in the slightest."
He read the story in its entirety, munching on his breakfast as he did so. "I'm impressed that the Venomian Military hasn't shut this paper down by now."
"You know it's an underground paper, just like any of the rebellion groups on the occupied planets. To them, any opposition is published well. Getting the material out is another matter entirely."
"But I am not a hero."
Peppy shook his head. He had a feeling the vulpine was going to say that. "Fox, you, and all of us for that matter, are the first hope these people have had since the invasion. No matter what you think, you are, or will be, a hero to them. Just accept it, and in time, you may even believe it yourself."
Fox sighed as he considered a response. "I'm not going to win this, am I?" Peppy shook his head again. "Fine then. To change the subject, have you seen anyone else this morning?"
The hare nodded. "Slippy left a few minutes before you came in, but I haven't seen Falco yet." He paused for a moment. "That reminds me. Slippy wanted me to tell you that our reports are in from Gary on our computers."
"Good to hear. What did your report say?"
"Nothing too much, other than telling me things that'll be fixed with some additional time in the Arwings."
"I'll look over mine when I get back." Fox finished the last bite of his meal before continuing. "Peppy, I've been meaning to ask you - why did you suggest Starfox as our team name?"
Peppy smiled, his gaze becoming unfocused for a moment as he remembered old times. "Your father told me some time ago that he always wanted to have his own ship, his own command, and pilots working with him. He wanted to call his team Starfox. Let's just say it's an honor to let the name live on at least."
Fox was silent for a minute as he remembered his father and his dreams. He wondered how different his life would be had he still had both of his parents, or even just one of them. "Thanks."
"Anytime." Peppy glanced past the vulpine for a moment, looking at the new arrivals in the mess hall. "Falco's here. He doesn't look too happy either."
With a grin he responded, remembering the meal the team had the night before. "After how much he had last night to drink, I'm not surprised. That was some strong stuff."
"Ah, the wondrous side effects of alcohol. Another reason why I tend to let the drinks pass me by." Falco spotted the duo and wandered over to their table. "Good morning, Falco."
"Morning yes, a good one no," grumbled the avian quietly as he took a sip of the coffee he brought with him, wincing at the loudness of the voices around him. "Can you keep it down?"
"Had a bit too much of the General's best, eh, Falco?" asked Fox jokingly, ignoring the request for the moment.
"Stuff it," he snapped back.
Fox laughed. "Well, I can see I'm not going to get much out of you this morning." He picked up his plate and stood up. "I'll see you two shortly. Remember, 8am sharp at my place. I'm assuming that the General is going to meet us there." He dropped off his plate and walked out of the mess hall in a much more jovial mood than he was when he entered.
Walking back into his room, Fox sat down at his computer and began reading through the performance evaluations that Gary sent over last night. As expected, he had the reports for his entire team as well. Overall, his team did amazingly well considering that they had never flown the Arwings before. He was pleased to read that, as he knew he only had the best under his command.
Gary had left some personal comments at the end of the report. "You have a rather talented team Fox, and they're all very quick learners. I hope that they continue to show their excellence when you go through team based maneuvers on your second day."
Fox smiled, knowing the compliments would be well received by the rest of the team. He was going to take another look through the reports when he heard the door open to his room, so he turned his chair around to greet the visitor.
Peppy walked through the doorway, nodding in greeting as he entered. The door was about to close when Slippy wandered in as well. "Morning, Fox," said the toad.
"Morning you two. Take a seat anywhere. Peppy, is Falco on his way?"
He nodded in response. "He said he would be right in when I left." They all heard a knock at the door. "Must be him."
"It's open," yelled Fox. To his momentary surprise, the General walked in. He glanced at the clock as he continued. "Good morning, Pepper. What brings you here this early?"
"Time is meaningless when it comes to the defense of your planet, Junior, and I can do as I please. Where's—" The door opened, admitting Falco.
"Right on time, Falco," said Fox. "This is becoming your standard." Falco glared at the vulpine but said nothing with Pepper standing right there.
The General looked at the crew assembled in the room. "I just have one thing to say and then it is time to get back to training. You all had a very impressive first day in the simulators. If you continue to do as well as you did yesterday, we'll have a serious chance against Andross. Now let's get to work."
The group left Fox's room, eager to get back to training.

The second day went much like the first, but this time all the training was group based. They practiced formation flying and learned how effective the Arwing's firepower could be when combined as a team.
Combat training was much more intense as well. Instead of shooting down practice dummies, they were firing upon more mobile targets, mainly computer representations of the fighter craft they might go up against when they attacked Andross. It also showed the effectiveness of flying as a team, as they could all watch each other's backs in combat.
After a short break for lunch, their training continued against a simulation of the battleship and a portion of its fighter compliment that was bearing down on the planet. Although Pepper and Gary had not told the Starfox team of Andross' imminent attack, it was a very powerful indicator of how well the team worked together in battle.
Gary was up in the command center, looking over their training with a watchful eye. "Pepper, two things - this line is secure, and the results are coming in on the latest test." He paused, waiting for the final result, laughing once he saw it. "The team's overall rating is a whopping 115%. I knew that test was too easy."
The General was once again in the simulator room, watching their progress as before. "It isn't that the test is too easy it's because they are very skilled."
"That could be true. Remember the challenge we had passing this when we designed it?"
Pepper laughed, thinking back. It had not gone well for them at all, as combat was clearly not their forte. "Ah yes, those were the times. Do you have anything else to throw at them today, or do you think they are ready for the real thing tomorrow?"
"I'd like them to have more experience in the simulators personally, but we just don't have the time."
"Shall we give them the final exam then?"
"Sounds like a plan. This will give them a true test of their flying skills." Gary flicked a switch on his headset. "Starfox team, Gary here. Impressive flying out there once again."
"Many thanks," replied Fox. "I have only the best on my team."
"Good. This will be an interesting challenge then. I'm changing the program you are running. You'll now be above Corneria City, with each one of you basically starting in a corner equidistance apart."
After a brief fade to black the view outside of Fox's Arwing switched to one high above the city. He smiled as looked over his hometown, wondering how detailed this simulation was. "What's our goal?"
"Simple. Last pilot flying takes the win. No rules other than that. Also, the citizens of this city won't mind if you do some creative reconstructing, if you get what I mean. Your Nova Bombs will be disabled however, as I don't want to see half the city go down in a single shot."
There was a small uproar from the team before Fox got them calmed down. "So you want us to shoot at each other. Why do I think that this is a bad idea?"
"Actually, Fox, this allows you to experience your team's strengths and weaknesses, and it tends to be a great way to get pilots to improve. Remember, you can learn from getting shot down here, but you can't do so when you fly the real thing."
Pepper had the final word before the fight. "Keep in mind that this is only a game, and only for fun. Don't hold a grudge if you are shot down. Enjoy yourselves. May the best pilot win!"
Fox listened for any other helpful hints from his superiors, but upon hearing nothing else, he said, "I still say that this is a bad idea."
"I disagree with you, Fox," said Peppy. "Remember your Academy days - there were quite a few combat tests against each other."
While he knew that what was being said was true, it didn't mean that he had to like it. "I guess you're right. I have one additional rule then - since there are so few of us here, no ganging up on each other. Let's get at it."
Fox kicked in his boosters sending his Arwing high above the city, planning to let his opponent come to him. Flipping his Arwing upside down, he scanned the city below, keeping an eye on his radar as he did so.
His computer picked up two other Arwings as they sped through the city below. From the ID signals that the craft gave off, it seemed like Falco was chasing after Slippy. Fox grinned as he watched, knowing that while Slippy's odds weren't good as he dodged Falco's shots, he would give the avian a decent challenge.
Fox looked through the city below, trying to find where Peppy flew off to. He suddenly realized where the hare was as an alarm blared and his craft shook from blaster fire. He dove towards the city, missing another barrage of fire as he did so. "Well, old hare, you think you can take me on? I relish the challenge."
"The teacher always wins, Fox," said Peppy, following him into the dive.
"We'll see about that." Fox leveled his craft a few feet off street level, and began to weave through the city, daring Peppy to do the same.
The hare continued to follow, firing off his blasters whenever he had a chance of hitting. The other Arwing was much too maneuverable though, as most of his shots struck the buildings instead of his target.
Fox enjoyed the chase through the outskirts of the city, buildings passing by in a blur, but he grew tired of just dodging. Eying the downtown district, and the huge skyscrapers within, he punched the boosters, heading up towards the larger buildings.
Peppy chased after the vulpine, scoring a few hits against his shields. "You're making this too easy, Fox," he commented, expecting far more out of the other pilot.
"Follow me if you can," he replied as he wove around a building. Suddenly he punched the G-Diffuser system, twisting his craft around and sending it the opposite direction, ignoring the feeling in his stomach as the simulator tried to compensate for the maneuver.
Peppy wasn't ready for that trick, and the two craft passed by each other harmlessly. He swung his craft around to follow Fox, but was unable to find him. His radar was clear as well, due to the skyscrapers reflecting or dissipating the signal.
Fox on the other hand had turned off his radar system entirely, making it harder for the hare to find him. He sped above the rooftops hoping to catch sight of his target. Luck was on his side as he caught a glimpse of the other Arwing, and dove towards the craft.
Peppy was about to go vertical and escape the confines of the city when his radar locked onto his opponent. Unfortunately by that time, Fox was already firing. His Arwing shuddered as the blaster fire clashed with his shields. Cursing, he pulled his craft into a barrel roll combined with a G-Diffuser powered turn halfway up.
Fox followed Peppy's every move. "Now the hunter becomes the hunted," he said quietly. He continued to fire, connecting with his target far more than the other did before. He was pleased with his success so far, even if he was shooting at one of his teammates.
The hare's years of experience ended up being little help against an opponent that you couldn't shake long enough to fire upon. He tried every maneuver he knew, every tactic he had been taught, he even did tricks that he wouldn't dare try if he weren't in a simulator. In the end it didn't matter. Once his shields failed, it didn't take much longer before his Arwing was crippled beyond flight. He grimaced as he unlocked and pulled the ejection handle, sending the main capsule of his craft high into the air. "Nice work there, Fox," he said as the simulation ended for him.
Fox smiled, knowing that his win was a well deserved one. "You fly well, Peppy, but I had to finish you off. No hard feelings I hope, old friend." He never paid too much attention to the response though, as he spotted Falco in the distance.
Falco's first target had been Slippy due only to the fact that the computer had locked onto his craft first by pure luck. He grinned, knowing that while the toad had some decent flying skills, he was no real match for himself in the cockpit without some serious training. After downing him, he found that he was left with only Fox to go after. Spotting the vulpine, he sped off after him.
"So it is just you and I, Falco," said Fox, readying himself for the fight ahead. "This should be interesting."
"More like a slaughter. I'll take you down as easily as I did Slippy."
He laughed, knowing that there was no way that he'd allow that to happen. "I highly doubt that."
The two Arwings sped towards each other, both craft firing then spinning out of the way. The pilots pushed their craft and their stomachs to the limit as they each spun their ships around, attempting to get behind the other.
Fox grew tired of all the dodging around, and he knew that his stomach couldn't take much more either thanks to how the simulators were set up. Pouring on the speed, he hurtled through the city, changing directions constantly to avoid the firepower that was impacting on the buildings around him. "You couldn't hit the broadside of a base," he taunted.
Infuriated, Falco unloaded another barrage of blasters that once again missed its target, causing a nearby building to explode in a shower of metal. "Sit still so I can blow your ass out of the sky!" he yelled.
"You have to catch me first." Fox knew he couldn't wear down Falco, and his only real chance of winning like this would be complete luck. Eyeing an open parking garage in the distance, he decided to do some creative reconstruction of his own. Taking careful aim over multiple passes, he destroyed a few of the main support struts holding up the building. Realizing that its collapse was imminent, he pressed his luck and flew through the crumbling structure.
Falco was confused as to why Fox was shooting at the garage, but his building anger quickly overruled any common sense he had. Firing his blasters the entire time, he charged after the other Arwing. It wasn't until he was halfway inside did he realize that he had been tricked.
With nowhere to dodge as he escaped the crumbling building, the vulpine watched as his shields collapsed from Falco's desperate shots. Alarms blared as the armor around his engine and G-Diffuser system began taking hits. The blaster fire suddenly stopped as he heard the avian yell, "You scheming pile of—" Fox laughed to himself as he escaped with only a little damage.
"Interesting tactic there, Junior," said Pepper suddenly. Fox could hear the cheering of his teammates in the background, quickly stopping when he assumed Falco came out of the simulator. "Nice work."
"Thanks. Tell Falco that he was a most challenging opponent. Should I..." Fox suddenly noticed another ship pop up on his radar screen. "Pepper, who just entered the simulation?" He heard nothing but silence on the other end, which worried him greatly. "Pepper? Gary, what's going on here?" Once again he got no response.
Suddenly concerned, Fox hurriedly checked over the status of his Arwing. His shields had only recharged up to 50%, and the computer indicated that his booster system had been damaged, but was still functional. He tried to contact the new ship, attempting to figure out who or what he was up against. "Identify yourself unknown craft."
He heard an odd sounding computer generated voice respond to his inquiry. "Most interesting fighting tactics, Fox McCloud. Nothing quite that simple will work against me however. As for my identity, I'm your final challenge." The voice paused for a moment before continuing. "Good luck."
Fox grew even more concerned when the computer identified his opponent - another Arwing. He smiled though, knowing that his suspicions were correct. There was an additional pilot on his team. Either that or this was somebody's sick idea of a joke.
The two Arwings clashed in a blaze of firepower a few seconds later. Fox knew instantly that he fighting his equal, if not his better. The unknown pilot flew with complete knowledge of the capabilities of their craft, while he only had his natural flying talent to back him up. A minute passed, then another, neither pilot able to do any kind of damage to the other, nor giving up on position. The vulpine debated on breaking off and letting the newcomer chase him around, but he didn't dare take the chance.
In the end however, it was the other craft that finally broke away first. "Catch me if you can, Fox McCloud," it taunted, suddenly shooting off through the city. Fox kept chase as they dodged around and through buildings, but as they reached one edge of the city, he grew curious at what plan the other pilot had.
His questioning thoughts vanished as they came upon a gorge on the outskirts of the city. He wondered if there was such a place near the real Corneria City, but he didn't have much time to think about it as the pilot dove right in. With a flick of a switch he turned on the light at the front of his craft and followed.
The two ships sped through the chasm in total darkness, their way lit only by their lights up front and the engine glow from behind. The occasional blaster fire from Fox illuminated the cave walls oddly as well as they sped through, as if there were minerals or something buried just underneath the surface. Unable to hit his target at all in the winding cave, he decided to strike up a conversation instead, trying to learn what he could about the pilot. "Interesting caves we're flying through. Come here often?"
The voice laughed. "Yes, yes I do." Entering a larger chamber inside the cavern, the Arwing suddenly cut its engine and spun around, both pilots bearing down upon each other. The reverse thrusters fired up just as quickly, continuing its flight away from Fox, and with deadly accuracy began firing at his craft.
Completely caught off guard by the sudden attack, the vulpine had very few options available. Desperately he sent his craft in a twisting spiral towards the ceiling then flipped his craft over and did the same thing towards the cave floor. The blaster fire ended as quickly as it began, plunging the cave back into near darkness.
Angered by his loss of concentration, Fox kicked in his boosters to continue the pursuit, dodging stalagmites and stalactites as he did so. Looking towards the ceiling, he suddenly had a plan. Hoping that his opponent would be foolish enough to try that rather effective stunt again, he decided to continue his little banter as he drew nearer. "Now where did you learn that little trick from, unknown one?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out, Fox McCloud. I'm quite impressed that you escaped it as well."
"Let's just say that I'm a quick learner." Fox glanced down at his shield gauge, which now read only 30%. Taking a quick look on his radar, he saw a small chamber up ahead - another perfect place for an ambush.
The other pilot saw the same thing and didn't disappoint Fox in its actions. With expert precision the craft spun around in midair once again, firing as soon as it had a clean shot. He responded by sacrificing what shields he had left to make sure that he brought down a number of stalactites that were over his target. Alarms blaring, his shields collapsed from the abuse he was taking, so he spun out of firing position desperately, trying to limit the hits his armor absorbed.
What Fox missed seeing was how effective his strategy was. The other Arwing's shields held for only a few seconds from the falling rock before failing completely. Engine flaring, the pilot attempted to escape the debris when a stalactite landed on the right wing, ripping it off in a shower of sparks and a screech of metal. The G-Diffuser system compensated for the lack of a wing as the pilot flew out of the cave as fast as it could go.
Fox whipped his battered craft around and followed, attempting to destroy his opponent in the process. The alarms finally quieted down as his shields regenerated, but a glance at his computer indicated that his opponent wouldn't have that luxury, as the shield system was damaged from the sudden stress. The vulpine smiled to himself at his abrupt change of luck as he said, "Nice try back there, but you'll quickly realize to never try the same trick twice against me."
The other pilot laughed. "You think it's over? I haven't even begun to fight."
"If you insist." Fox watched as he grew nearer to the speeding Arwing, his shots coming close to their mark. Without warning his craft lurched, his damaged boosters failing in a blaze of warning sirens. Cursing, Fox brought up a detailed analysis of his problem. According to the computer, the cooling systems for his boosters had failed, only allowing him short bursts before the whole thing overheated, bringing the boosters offline automatically.
Now both craft were badly damaged, leveling out the playing field once again.
Fox watched as his opponent got farther and farther ahead of him, helpless to do anything but fire off the occasional shot. By the time he got to the cave exit, his target was nowhere to be seen visually or on radar.
With a beep his booster system reactivated, but it was useless to him at the moment as he casually flew around the city, hoping to catch what he guessed was the powered down Arwing on radar by chance. Guessing that communication still worked between the two craft, and hoping that his computer might be able to track down the source of the signal, Fox contacted his pursuer. "Running off and hiding are you? I guessed you were the daring type."
It took a moment, but the other craft responded, sounding like the pilot was concentrating on something else. "Daring I am, Fox McCloud, but not stupid. Even without your boosters, I won't chance myself with no shielding."
Fox's computer displayed some possibilities on where the other Arwing might be, but he needed to keep the other person talking. "So, you think you can just hide until you can get your shields back online again? Besides, the simulator isn't that detailed, is it?"
The voice laughed. "As for hiding, this city is more than big enough for myself to bury myself in. For the repairs, the simulator is rather detailed - just mess around with some of the more advanced functions on your computer display. I won't be that long as you didn't do anywhere near as much damage as you think."
Fox smiled as his computer locked onto the source of the communication. Turning off his radar, he sped towards his target. As he neared, he saw the nosecone of the other craft sticking out from underneath a commercial transport hangar, giving away its position. "I have you now," he said, bringing the full firepower of his Arwing to bear.
The hull of his opponent sparked as he landed shot after shot on the unshielded craft. He slowed down and aimed towards the engine, continuing to fire as he did so. His accurate shots pounded on the hull, the armor plating yielding quickly from the firepower. With a blinding flash the Arwing's plasma engine exploded in a ball of flame, the hangar collapsing on the destroyed craft as it did so.
Fox cheered to himself in the cockpit, wondering if he would see or hear another message from his opponent. "I do have to say, I've seen some impressive stunts in my years, but whoever you are, you definitely know how to fly. Nice work out there. No hard feelings?"
Not seeing any kind of response, Fox was about to shut down the simulator when he heard a response. "It's all fun and games as General Pepper would put it, so no hard feelings. Congratulations. Although I do have to ask - how did you track me down so easily?"
"You'll hate me for saying this, but I got you talking to track you through your communication signal."
The voice laughed. "Why you stinking little punk. And here I thought you were trying to get to know me."
Fox laughed back, hoping he could get on the good side of the other pilot, getting it to reveal who it really was. "Well I was to a point. Who are you anyway? Are you the extra pilot our team believes we have?"
The other person was slow in responding. "We shall see, Fox McCloud. I've talked too long as it is. I gotta go."
He heard Gary's voice come through his headset, shocking him for a moment. "Do you intend to bask in your greatness the rest of the afternoon, or do you plan to come out of there anytime soon?"
Shaking his head, Fox shut down the simulator and popped the hatch to be greeted by cheering from the rest of his team. Smiling, he waved to the group as he said, "You don't need to cheer. I didn't do anything fancy."
"Look at him," grumbled Falco, clearly upset over his performance in the simulators. "He kills two people, cripples a third, and says that it wasn't anything fancy."
"Falco my friend, you know this was nothing more than a simple game," said Peppy, trying to restore the calm the room held before. "Besides, you now know what not to do next time against Fox."
"Hey, Fox, who were you talking to at the end anyway?" asked Slippy.
The vulpine looked confused. "You didn't hear the other side of my conversation?"
"Not from where we were. Pepper was real quiet the entire time as well."
Fox sighed, coming to the conclusion as to what was going to happen next. "Lovely. Something tells me he won't be saying who that was either."
Pepper stood up and walked over to the team at that point, somehow knowing he was being talked about. "Rather fancy flying there, Junior. Nice work." He paused for a moment, listening to the headset still covering one ear. "Gary and I would like to congratulate you four for passing flight training. While both of us would like you to spend more time in the simulators, you are free to fly the real thing. As it is, your training will continue in the Arwing itself starting tomorrow. May you do as well in the real thing as you've done so far."
The team cheered at the announcement. "Thanks, General," said Fox. "I hope we make you proud out there." He paused, his face growing more serious as he tried to get some answers. "However, I want to know who that pilot was I just faced, and why he isn't here with us."
Pepper's face remained neutral, not giving the pilots any idea what he knew. "Yes, those are good questions aren't they. Your answers will be revealed soon."
Fox grew furious at being brushed off again, hitting the side of the simulator to show his anger. "General, let me put it this way. It's awfully hard to do simple things like planning strategies, battle tactics, and practicing, without knowing simple answers like how many people are on your team. Do you see what I'm getting at here?"
"I see your point exactly, Junior. However, I've learned that it is far easier to train a group of people when they are all at the same skill level. Now that you have advanced as quickly as you have, you'll find that your questions will be answered. Tomorrow. You are dismissed for the evening. Go get yourselves a hot meal and be ready to get back out there again bright and early at 08:00." He turned and walked out of the simulator room, not giving anyone a chance to stop him.
The team watched the door close behind Pepper, leaving the four in the near silent room. Peppy was the first to speak. "All things aside, Fox, I agree with what the General is saying."
"As do I," said Slippy, deep in thought. "How does the saying go…always group those of the same skill level together for greater effectiveness."
Fox threw his arms into the air, silently muttering a few curse words under his breath. "You know, you two make it so hard to start an argument when I know you'll disagree with me." He looked over at Falco, noticing the silence. "What, no comments from you?"
The avian grinned, shaking his feathered head. "I'm still ticked at you for taking me down like that."
"Sorry, Falco, but I have no intention of fighting against you one on one. You're quite good you know." He looked over the rest of his team as he continued. "Let's go get something to eat. I personally intend to come back here afterwards, so for me, time is wasting."