Chapter 8
Falco was laying on his bed, his head hanging over the edge, his thoughts drifting. He was looking at the door, thinking about Fox. Then Krystal came walking in, she gave Falco a strange look.
" Falco, how are you feeling?" Krystal asked.
" Same as before." Falco said, rolling over onto his stomach.
" Do you want to join me and Slippy for lunch?" Krystal asked.
" I guess." Falco said as he pushed himself off his bed. " Come on."
They left the room together. They didn't say anything while walking down the hall. When they reached the kitchen they saw Slippy setting a few drinks on the table. He looked up at Falco and Krystal as they walked over to the table.
" Hey Falco." Slippy said as he took a seat.
" Hey Slippy, how you doin'?" Falco asked as he took a seat and grabbed a drink.
" A little better." Slippy said as he grabbed a sandwhich from a plate on the table.
" What kind of sandwiches are these?" Falco said as he reach for a bowl of chips.
" Well there's three types. There's tuna, pb&j, and eggsalad." Slippy said.
" Eggsalad? Eww, I'll stick with tuna." Falco said as he grabbed a tuna sandwhich.
" Falco, how long before we get back to the space station." Krystal asked.
" Hmm, I'm not sure, I'll check." Falco said. " R.O.B. how long before we reach where Fox disappeared?"
" I could have done that Falco." Krystal said.
" In a eight hours." R.O.B. said.
" Only that long?" Falco said.
" Well, we haven't gone any where really. Between Krystal hiding in her room and you, um, and what you were up to. No one gave any orders of where to go after we left the space station. We've basicly just been drifting." Slippy said.
" Huh? Well, that works I guess." Falco said as he took a bite out of his sandwhich.
" What exactly were you up to Falco?" Krystal asked.
" Nothing really. I was kind of beating myself up over what happened to Fox." Falco said, only Slippy and himself knowing he really had been beating himself up.
" Oh Falco don't blame yourself." Krystal said softly.
" Ok, if Fox is really out there, I won't." Falco said then finished his sandwhich.
They didn't say anything else as they ate. When they finished eating Falco got up and headed for the door.
" Where you going Falco?" Slippy asked.
" I'm going to the den to watch some tv. See what's new in Lylat." Falco said as he walked out.Falco left and walked down the hall. He reached the den quickly and plopped himself onto the couch. The remote was sitting on the table, untouched in days. Falco half expected a layer of dust to be formed around it. He grabbed it then turned on the tv, and began watching the news. He wasn't watching for long before he fell asleep. Falco slept dreamlessly for hours. Slippy was the one to wake him up.
" Falco?" Slippy said as he he cautiously shook Falco. " It's time to get up Falco."
" GowaySlip." Falco muttered as he rolled over on the couch.
" But we've arrived at the coordinants of where Fox disappeared." Slippy said still shaking Falco's shoulder.
" What? We can't be there all ready. I just nodded off for a minute." Falco said as he sat up, rubbing his eye's.
" No, you were asleep for a while." Slippy said.
" Oh, well, what do we do now?" Falco asked.
" What do you mean? Don't you have a plan?" Slippy asked.
" Nope, I just figured if this is where he disappeared, it would be where he came back at." Falco said shrugging.
" You are hopeless Falco." Slippy said as he walked over to the door." R.O.B. keep your sensers open for any thing unusual."
" Affirmative. There are a couple of unidentifqable objects drifting just two miles off of the GreatFox." R.O.B. said.
" Wow, that was fast." Falco said as he stood up.
" Why don't you go out and pick them up Falco?" Slippy said, meaning it as a joke.
" Alright." Falco said as he left the den and ran down the hall to the docking bay.
" Jeeze, I was only joking. Oh well, maybe we can figure out what those things are." Slippy said as he walked down the hall.
Falco used his Arwing to pick up the two objects. After he returned Slippy looked them over and found no markings that he knew. He had no clue as to whose or what the two devices could be. Falco leaned over Slippy's shoulder looking at the two devices.
" Who's do you think it is? It's awfully small for a long range probe." Falco said.
" I don't know. I've checked the system. No reported launches of probes or satellites at all." Slippy said.
" Falco, Slippy?" Said a familar voice.
" Fox!" Falco and Slippy said in shock.
" Guys! Oh I can't believe it. How are you?" Fox asked over the communicator.
" We're ok Fox, but what about you?" Slippy asked.
" I'm doing alright. Look, did you pick up something other then the probe?" Fox asked.
" Yeah, another device. Why?" Slippy asked.
" That's a dimentional transporter. It's how the probe got there." Fox said.
" Oh yeah, I see the controls now. I think I can set it up to just open a channel that you can come through." Slippy said as he looked over the controls.
" Really, that's awsome! Go on and do it." Fox said.
" Are you sure he can do it?" Said an unfamiliar voice.
" Who was that?" Falco asked.
" That was Razor. He's the guy who designed the dimensional transporter." Fox said.
" Ok, that's all I need to know right now." Falco said as he leaned against the wall.
" Alright, I think I got it." Slippy said as he backed away from the dimensional transporter. " Falco, you might want to back up some."
" Whatever." Falco said as he walked for the door.
" Are you ready Fox?" Slippy asked as he looked over the dimensional transporter.
" When ever you are Slippy." Fox said.
" I'm starting up the device." Slippy said as he pressed a button on the dimensional transporter then backed away from it.