Corneria, a peaceful city, that receives constant aid from the Star fox team, is quiet in the mornings. Within one of the houses, lays a fox, a blackish blue fox is sleeping on his bed, in the basement of his two story house. The fan placed on his night stand blowing into his body, his fur swaying in the generated wind. The fox is wearing sweat jeans, black as the midnight moon, socks, and nothing else. He turns his head on his pillow comfortably.

Outside the house, however, there was a pitch black wolf. He wore a hooded, and the hood covered almost every part of his face. He pulled up a cell phone, dialed a number. The receiving line picked up, and the mysterious wolf commanded, "Start the operation." The voice replied back, "Affirmative."

On the inside of the house, there was a crash. The blue fox's eyes shot open, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He stood up on his bed, jumped up and down twice, then leaped into the closet. The door crashed open, and a gray shadow entered the room. The closet door was open a crack, and the fox looked out. The shadow turned the lights on, revealing it was a male cat, about six feet tall, wearing silver, reflective clothing, carrying a beam rifle. It picked up a transceiver, and declared, "All clear." A few voiced echoed back the same message. The fox, getting an idea, grabs a hanger in the closet. He peered back out the closet, the cat had its back turned. He threw the hanger; it ricocheted off the wall, next to the cat. The cat, startled, looked back, and saw the closet opened. It started to take steps at it, opened the door, and muttered, "Your mine now, fox boy!" When he entered the closet, there was nothing there, but by then it was too late, the fox dropped from the beams on the ceiling, behind the cat, he got the cat in a neck lock, and brutally snapped its neck. It went limp, and fell to the floor. He grabbed its rifle, and inched out of the closet.

He peered through the open door that the cat had barged through. Everything was clear. He moved to the door leading up the stairs. He opened it a crack, and looked through. He saw two more people, one with a gun, and the other with nothing. He opened the door gently, without a sound, and took aim with the rifle. He pulled the trigger without flinching. The beam shot up the stairs, hitting the one with a gun square in the chest, where the heart is. The falcon fell to the ground, cried, then stopped. The fox ducked back into his room. The other creature jumped over the fallen falcon. He slowly descended down the stairs. He stopped in front of the fox's room, the door was still open. He cleared his throat, and said to the fox in the room, who was getting on his clothes, "Well, that was eventful." The fox put his shirt on, and threw a trench coat over his shoulder; both were the same color of his pants. He replied back, "Switchblade, don't you get tired of waking me up the same way every morning? It must have taken Ichicoro about an hour just to make those droids." He sighed.

"Well, at least you're up." Switchblade the Wolf said. He pulled out a cell phone and hit the redial button. He said to the voice, "Operation "Wake Up PK" has been a success." He hung up the phone. "Well, let's get going." He said to PK. They stepped over the falcon droid on the way up the stairs. As they left, the cleaning lady came in. All they heard was "First it was droids, now its laser burns too." The cleaning lady shoved the remains of the droids in the closet, where at least 50 other droid remains were.