Ok, now that I updated my other story, I can update this one. Thanks for all the reviews (A little impatient Saburo?) But, I'm back! All the feedback is awesome and makes me want to continue more.

So, here's the chapter!

"Entering Krakic System," the computer said to Bill, who was at the helm of the spacecraft.

"Excellent. Now, it should be a primitive planet, from the way Fox described it. Look for a planet that still uses fuel for their aircrafts," Bill ordered into the invisible servant. Instead of putting other officers' ranks on the line, Bill chose to stick the mission out on his own. He figured he would be kicked out of the military upon his return, why bring down any other good commanders?

"Processing information now, sir," the computer read back.

"Excellent," Bill replied, his face studying the ground intently. He had been pacing the floor back and forth, attempting to come up with a plan. Millions of different scenario's passed through his brain. Why was Fox in the Krakic System? What happened? What ever happened must have been big enough to shake Fox up.

"Found planet matching description," the computer answered after a few seconds. "Planet found in Milky Way."

"Milky Way? Are you sure?" Bill asked, his face screwed up in confusion. What the hell would Fox be doing over there? How did he get that far?

"Affirmative," the mechanical voice answered. "The planet is inaccessible."

Upon hearing this, Bill swiftly walked to the controls where he figured the voice was coming from. "Inaccessible? That's impossible. Fox is there!"

"We have over plotted the entrance to the portal to enter."

"Portal?" Bill inquired, more edge coming to him with each passing second. Each second could be very important for Fox's survival.

"Correct. There is a required portal to pass through in order to obtain entry to the system."

"Fine. Then turn around and enter the damn hole!" Bill bellowed. He was sick and tired of this stupid nonsense. One thing needed to be done, save Fox. Staring out intently into the stars, Bill wondered, but how?

"Sir, I don't think this was a good idea," Agent Henning whispered in the presidents ear from his right side. While it wasn't exactly his place to put in his opinion, he felt it had to be heard.

"Your thinking means little to me," the President fiercely said, glaring at the agent. "This is the best discovery since the landing on the moon. And to just think we got it before the European Union."

"Lift off in five, four," the loud speakers boomed. The group was standing outside in a close by field, watching the arwing take flight. The passenger inside was secure and jets were already in the sky waiting for it's arrival. The president, although it was highly discouraged, stood close by where he could observe. "..three, two, one. Take off."

When those two words were said, Fox left no time in boosting up his arwing, turning the thrusters on max, and lifting off. Sure, he fully understood that he would be watched intently, but that meant nothing. Just being in the sky was enough relaxation.

"See Fox, this is the way you fly when you need a release," James' voice boomed from the side of his five year old son. "Flying shouldn't be thought of as just a way of war. It's also a relaxer. Just clear your mind. Think only of the sky in front of you. You'll sleep easier." He added a little chuckle at the end.

Fox's paw gripped the controls as the memory faded. You're right dad, I just need to relax, Fox thought, as he loosened his grip. Things were getting too out of hand and he just needed to sort things out. He needed to become one with the spacecraft. After realizing that he wasn't going to escape with all the worries floating around in his head, he cleared his mind and flew like his father taught him.

"What's going on?" The President asked a white coated scientist, who was standing nearby.

"He seems to be slowing down, sir. Shall we open communications?"

"No, it won't be necessary. Just keep an eye on him." The President exclaimed, turning his head back to the TV screen which had a live feed on the flying craft. His head turned in confusion as he tried to wonder what the vulpine could actually do.

Just relax Fox, Fox thought to himself, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Just relax. Nobody's watching you. There's no jets flying around you with bombs on. Just relax. With one final breathe, he opened his eyes and employed his plan for survival.

"Mr. President?" The scientist tried to get the president's attention. "The vulpine has opened communication and wants to speak to you."

"Yes, of course," the president answered, hurryingly rushing to the mans side. Something was wrong. They were only up in the sky for five minutes or less and the alien already wanted to talk. With sweating forming on his brow, he picked up the head set.

"Yes Mr. McCloud?" The president asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

Fox closed his eyes again as he tightened the grip on his emergency Barriers that he kept in his arwing. "I wanted to talk about our deal."

"You have my attention." At this, the president started to become worried and gave the signal to start moving in on the arwing.

Glancing around, Fox noticed the jets starting to advance on him. "Well, lets just say I don't like it. I've found a new deal. One that ends in me surviving."

And with that, Fox slammed his paw down on the Nova Bomb, sending it's destructing path towards the large body of water that lay in front of him. After hitting that, he gripped his Barrier's and pushed the emergency release switch, resulting in the cockpit opening and him shooting out. As he hit the cold air, he was swift enough to activate one of the Barrier's.

Due to the bomb's evil path, it hit the water, resulting in a huge aquatic explosion. Some jets were taken out by it. The other jets watched the arwing, oblivious to the floating fox.

"What happened! I want personnel all over that!" The President yelled at the many running scientists. "I want answers people!"

What seemed like forever, Fox turned on the thrusters located on the sides of his chair, resulting in him slowing down. It was a good alternative than to have a parachute. Parachutes are huge and uncovering.

The ground came up faster than he would have liked. Instead of the nice landing Fox imagined, he was greeted with whiplash from his thrusters giving out and landing in a tree. When he thought his day couldn't get worse, he glanced up. Instead of seeing the pretty blue sky, he was blessed with the view of a large branch that made his world all black.