Well, I guess this is the 5 chapter. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… Heck with it… God, it's so hard to start this chapter…
Chapter 5
The Fire Starter
Pain surged through every inch in his body. His in his right shoulder felt like falling off or his entire arm. If it wasn't for the shoulder pads, his arm would have received a 3rd degree burn. The vixen before him wasn't too amazed he stood up and took a defensive posture. Fox didn't even look intimidating at all. He looked more a scrawny pretty boy at the most. She looked vaguely familiar to the same woman that was in charged of the local militia. The only differences were that she was wearing combat armor with Cerinian emblems engraved in it and much longer hair.
"I see you still remember me," the vixen said with a strange accent that only added to her exotic nature. She began to make circles around the nervous Fox. But within a blink of the eye Fox staggered back from a quick swipe from her hidden staff. She had managed to hit him with the bladed end in the check. "Lucky you…"
Fox tried to wipe off the blood but only smeared the blood on his clean white fur. He drew out his blaster pistol and attempted to shoot her. But his nerves were numb in his right arm making his reaction slowly and making the recoil somewhat painful. His enemy nimbly dodged the shots or deflected them with her staff. The vixen made a dash towards him and made a dab at him but Fox jumped back, dodging her attack.
As he reoriented himself, he lost track of the cerulean vulpine. Again her paws wrapped around his neck and head. "So, your name is Fox eh?" she spoke directly into his ear. Fox was now freaking out. In response, he grabbed her arms and forced himself to drop down on her, somewhat like a body slam but using his back. He had hit her with enough force to knock her out. She would have been more of a fight, but simply trying to use the same move usually failed…
Fox almost regretted doing this to good looking girl. He squatted down and said, "You haven't given me your name yet." He was able to pull out her dog tag and it read
Dumo: Krystal Mahheh
Jop: V
Uwo: 26
Scud/Vumaco: Heouc Vumaco
At the most, Fox could only guess her name was Krystal. He sat down next to her body and tied up her just incase she woke up. He then started to mend his burn. "Now that that's done, time to get the probe." The probe itself wasn't too big or too small. Maybe just half of Fox's size. It had been badly damaged, most likely had armaments had hit it. He examined if the core memory was intact. "Great, my job has just been made a lot easier." The core memory was still preserved and in full condition. He packed it went for the direction of his Landmaster; he looked back and looked upon the unconscious Krystal… "Guess I can be at least helpful," Fox said to himself. He bent down and loosened her bindings. "Hope I don't meet you again… or I'll have to kill you."
-Corneria Command Center, Corneria-
"Good work Fox, I do hope this data was worth the trouble," Pepper said, he gave the core to an assistant who then uploaded it on the war room's main computer.
The large screen crackled a little then a small clip from a perspective of a hovering camera appeared. It was in the camp on Sauria, just activiated and began recording. It abruptly fastened as General Pepper fast forward the video. It continued this until a white flash appeared and the screen blanked out. "This is the part it was shot down, General," Fox corrected him.
"Oh, sorry," the General apologized. He slowly rewound it until a mysterious figure was shown just before the flash. "I believe this is our culprit!" Pepper rewound it more to get a clearer image of the figure. It appeared to be six to seven feet tall. It wore black and red armor, a traditional kilt and small cape, and it was carrying some form of a rocket launcher. Its most distinctive feature was its blurred large red eye with sub green eyes. It moved in crouched position. It glanced back towards the probe but instead of firing its weapons, the video had reached the part where the probe was shot down. "It didn't shoot the probe; there are more of those things. Judging from the looks of it, it couldn't be any animal down here on Coneria, no tail no muzzle, nor a Venomian. Not even Cerinian," Fox stated. Everyone had a look that they just seen a ghost of some sort.
"You mean this war was started by a third faction?"
"This is an outrage!"
"Who is that?"
"Settle down, we need to confirm who that was," General Pepper calmly said. "For all we know, it could've been rogue combat droids. Nothing can't fit that armor." Fox had his doubts about this. But for now, he could only go with the campaign with the current enemy.
-Thorntail Forest, Sauria-
Krystal had finally awakened from her unconsciousness. She had minor injures from her encounter with Fox. She cursed under her breath as she straightened herself. Krystal looked around and examined the droid she had found. "So this is what he was looking for?" She saw that its core memory was taken out. "They must have spotted our gunnery stations with this thing." But she noticed that the droid had been here for a couple of months, hence the growing plants and moss. "Why would he need old surveillance data? If this is the same SPD-234m model… It should have a back-up core…" Krystal flipped open a lid on the probe she then reached in to get the back-up core. "This might clue us in on what they're planning."
She had arrived at the newly fortified Cerinian colony city. Not exactly a real fort, but the turrets and gun towers were placed right on choke holds for the best effect. As Krystal walked in, a small mob of blue kits jumped onto her. "Krystal you're back!" they all said in unison. "Oh, my little ones!" She grabbed all four of them in a loving hug. They had lost their mother in the colony accident with the Cornerians. She had been taken care of them since she was stationed her. "I can't play right now, little ones," she patted on their heads. "Nana? Where did those marks come from," one of the kits asked.
"Oh, I just got into a small accident, I'm alright. Niña, Ly, Din, Emerald, I want you guys to stay at the house, I have to do something very important."
"Ok, nana," Niña, the oldest of the kits. She hushed the others to follow her back to their house. Krystal sat up smiling, she almost felt like mother to them. 'They really have to stop calling me nana… I'm only 25…' she thought. Krystal went off to the command center of Sauria. The guards already knew who she was and thanks to telepathy, they needed no ID. After a series of halls and rooms, she reached the war room. No one was in there but a woman studying some papers. She appeared to be in her mid thirties.
"Aw! Lieutenant Krystal! How was you're day?" the high-ranking vixen asked.
"There was a Cornerian spy. He was apparently scavenging data from a probe droid," Krystal reported.
"Were you able to eliminate him," she asked again.
"No, but I was able to get what he wanted too, General Sy," the young officer said. She showed her the Cornerian core memory. She placed it on a scanner that then fed the info into a hologram screen. They fast forward the useless junk until they reached the same figure the Cornerians saw. They cropped out an animated image of it for a better look and put it into a better resolution. "What is this thing, Sy?"
"I have no idea… It seems that it didn't take kindly to the droid looking at it," General Sy said.
"What do you suppose it is?" Krystal asked.
"Hhhmm, guessing from the height and armor, maybe some field officer or commando… I don't like the looks of it," she said.
"I doubt it would be still around here, this data is months old," said Krystal. But she couldn't rule out the fact it could be friend or foe.
"Krystal, due you happen to know the man who retrived the core?"
"Yes ma'am, his name was Fox McCloud."
"Good, we know the man that we want now…"
-Several Hours Later on Fox's space station-
"Oh my god!" Fox literally screamed himself awake. "That probe is a SPD-234m model. Knowing Inter-Galaxy 7, they always put back-up cores into their probe droids… And due to Section 3, After Incident: Black Box crash, Article 7; all back-up black boxes and core memories must emit international coding..." Fox had a tendency to talk to himself about universal laws. "… the Cerinians can be reading this info… Or the core memory is destroyed." Just say that calmed him as he resumed his sleep.
To Be Continued…
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