A/N: I guess I do update too slowly. I've been writing a chapter or two a night on several other stories in an attempt to get them done while I've been struggling to come up with inspiration for some of my others….aaaaanyway, I'm going to see if I can't get some of Chapter 11 done, here…………

Okay, now that I've finished Chapter 11 and it's 20 pages long, all I can say is that I've set up arguments and focus groups. I've taken the overly-insulted Farrel Phoenix and started showing sides and shades of characters. Fara and Farrel are in strong agreement and very protective of one another, while the three Fox McClouds continue to learn how to attempt agreements with one another. Fara and Krystal aren't bitches to one another, but they snap at each other in disagreement at one point while learning how to get along in the field again. This is the beginning of future complications. We've got the Mercenary Falco andboth Slippy's out in the field, who we're going to learn about soon… we've got the rest of the characters splitting up and we've got the female Fox McCloud learning that she can be too judgemental and feels awkward about it. But this is just 20 pages of me setting up future drama. The polished double groups looked mature enough to hold it together but with the addition of a new trio of characters, the center of their circle is starting to look a little rough around the edges… The question is, how bad will the drama get, or will it heal itself if they can just manage to capture these Spell Stones? Is the drama starting because morale is down from a poor success rate? Let's find out in the next few weeks of this story, shall we?

BTW, I'm 11 pages into the new installment of Reflections of Peppy. Just so yaw'll know. :D

I'm really deep into a Sly Cooper ("Lament Of Carmelita") as well. I'm one chapter away from finishing Reflections Of The Future (I'm 8 pages into THAT chapter, as well. Just waiting for devine inspiration on how to end with a kickass climatic scene :) )

Remember, Mac is short for McCloud, which is what they're calling the Mercenary version of Fox McCloud. Junior, as they nicknamed him in the Nintendo Power 1993 Comic series, is the military Fox who was reinstated as a pilot after defeating Andross, dating Fara Phoenix… and now we have the addition of Miss Fox McCloud, who's had a harder life… there are things in her life that have not yet been (and may not be) revealed in full definition yet. It all depends on the muse for Female Fox. :)

I got a little dragon-ball-Z near the end and I drag out a fight scene for several pages, lol. They drag out their fight scenes for several episodes sometimes… like I said… I forced myself to write this.. lol. It's not that I've lost interest in the story… I was just waiting for devine inspiration to kick out like, 2 or 3 chapters of it….. and yes, I might change the whole chapter, later. I've done it before, muwahahahahaha ahem. Back to work. Btw, that reminds me, I wrote this at work….. so between answering the phone and answering customers every 2 seconds… so if the thoughts are slightly disjointed…well.. it'll resemble the beginning of the story, which I wrote when I worked, at another location LOL. I want to re-read this story before posting it but It's so damn busy today. And I wanna get it posted before you guys grow irate and begin a stampeede riot thing. Hehe. Later!

Sorry it took so long to write this. I forced myself to write it when I wasn't in the mood, so I hope it doesn't suck…let me know if it does… be honest :D


Chapter 11: "Tense Additions"

Krystal frowned thoughtfully, trying to ease thread through the broken flesh above Farrel's ear. She was a natural healer and was better suited to do this than the other three, at this point. "Don't move," She whispered calmly. She pulled the needle upwards, then picked up a small pair of old scissors and cut the thread. "All right," She mused thoughtfully, "The cut behind your ear is good to go, just be careful next time you put a fighter helmet on, that you don't tear the stitching," she added as a word of advice.

Farrel nodded his head slowly, his lower lip quivering for a moment. The fennec took a long, deep breath and glanced over at the orange-furred vixen, who sat at a dusty kitchen table, facing away from the rest of the group. Krystal noticed this as well and turned her gaze towards the female pilot.

Mac was leaning against the wall, tail swishing left to right. He'd taken a few minutes to explore the place earlier, wondering what it must have been like to live here for over a year and now he reflected on his thoughts. The effeminate Fennec stood up from his chair and walked over to the kitchen table, sitting down in another chair, next to the woman for whom he had eyes.

"What is it, kiddo?" She asked. Her full orange tail, however softer than Mac and Junior's own, flitted in annoyance.

"I don't want you to think I let you down," Farrel mused.

"You had his gun in his face. I was honestly impressed, okay?" Fox said in her softest voice. She then glanced back at Mac and Krystal for a moment before her gaze returned to Farrel. "Phoenix right? So what did you whisper to Wolf that he said you were wrong about? Whatever it was, you should have seen the look on his face when you said it."

"It was nothing," Farrel said. "Just something I said to try and get under his skin. It didn't work. How're you feeling?"

"I could really go for some mouthwash, else I've never been better," Said the Vixen with a slight smirk. "No worries, no General Jumper, no bullshit military contract that can't be rescinded. No honorable or dishonorable discharge threats; I'm having the time of my life, kid."

"Who's Jumper?" Mac asked, still leaning against the wall.

"Jumper is the Ex-Cornerian General with whom I have a personal grudge," She noted, glancing over her shoulder at the other two before looking back to Farrel and offering a lopsided grin. "Pepper was able to re-invoke my piloting license. This was my first fresh mission and lord knows, I'm Missing-In-Action back there, now."

"We both are," Farrel said, shaking his head. "Our fighters…. Or rather, what's left of yours and Wolf's fighter, were last recorded at that facility on Fortuna. Whether the blast wiped out the black box recordings, who knows but the question is what information was recorded to the Cornerian database or Venom database? They probably think we're dead. Someone is planning your funeral right now."

"Amusing thought," Replied the female McCloud. "Since I faked my death once already and it came back to bite me in my tail. Maybe, with Luck's Paw, we'll get back in time to figure things out."

"Getting back is going to be a bit more difficult for you," noted the Mercenary leader, shaking his head slowly. "We've figured out a certain frequency to get back and forth between my home and Junior's universe, by using the black hole. How did you guys get here, without a ship or anything else?"

"There was a blast at an old Nuclear Facility. We're supposed to be dead right now," the vixen Fox said, with a sigh. She shook her head again slowly, "Maybe we are, and this is some sort of hell."

"You were being sarcastic about having the time of your life?" Farrel asked.

"You're quick," Replied the vituperative vixen, taking a quick glance at Krystal with a sort of light smile. Krystal turned her gaze back at her mate, having sensed the other woman's quick thoughts, which made her feel slightly uncomfortable. "It's good to know that my alleged male half can hook up with a fine looking woman like her, huh?" She said to Farrel, who glanced over his shoulder at Krystal, who seemed flush in the face, then glanced back to the vixen who sat adjacent to him.

"She looks uncomfortable about something," Farrel whispered in reply.

"She's straight," replied the vixen with a smirk. "I don't expect her to feel comfortable the way I'm looking at her."

"Don't expect me to feel comfortable entertaining the thoughts you're having, either, Miss McCloud," Krystal said, offering a shallow, yet polite smile.

"Really now," Replied the feminine Fox with a sudden change in demeanor. She paused and thought to herself, "You're telepathic, or you're in my head on purpose or?"

Krystal frowned thoughtfully, immediately seeing that the other woman seemed to be bothered by the fact that she was in the presence of a telepath. "Yes, I can hear you. No, I'm not trying to hear you. Often times, it's a jumble of voices that I've learned to filter, so I can understand certain ones. I don't mean for it to make you uncomfortable."

"Now that's interesting. Know that I trust you guys even less, now," She snapped, raking her eyes over Krystal. Just to see how the little blue-furred vixen would react, she imagined something lewd to cause the younger vixen to blush, in spite of her telepathic abilities. "Now please understand," continued Miss McCloud, "That I've been though a very interesting upbringing. Call it confusion or call it meant to be, I don't know. But looking isn't touching; I have enough sense of honor not to seduce the mate of another. What are you people doing here, anyhow?"

The mercenary McCloud was quick to reply to his doppelganger's inquiry. "We've searched you out and started here at the advice of Fox Junior, who's indigenous to this universe," he explained. "I'm not sure what kind of history hardships that you've lived through but I have a team to run here. I won't let anyone, not even my own self, go about making my squadron members feel slighted or awkward. We're here to help; it's up to you to accept that. But it's damn sure not up to me to force you to be on this team."

"What do I get out of the deal if I agree to work with you guys?" She asked her masculine Mercenary half.

Fox McCloud, son of James, tilted his head. He wanted to tell her that he only wanted pilots who had a sense of honor and the motivation to help others on his team. The thought alone caused Krystal to wince but he never said it. He finally settled on, "The choice of going home. Right now, it's not an option for you. We have a team of scientists on both sides, working to figure out this black hole incident. They'll factor you into the equation and you can go home if you have the desire to do so."

"As skeptical as I am," replied McCloud's feminine version, "And as curious as I am if we'll all wind up in different dimensions when we go home… and as much as I wonder if we're ending up in a slightly alternative version of this other Fox McCloud's world, and he's somewhere else, so this guy is filling in the gap for another McCloud and everyone's simply moving to the right in a huge circle… I'll allow for the DNA testing for you guys to prove your point. Then I'll sleep on my decision because I'm not going to place Mister Phoenix into danger, let alone Wolf O'Donnell from my universe, because he doesn't belong here, either.

"What I do here, with or without you guys, will have a profound impact on all three of us. Even though I could give a rat's ass about Wolf, I've heard enough theoretical paradox scenarios to know that I'm better off making sure he goes home with me, if it even happens that way."

"Fair enough," the Mercenary leader said with a nod of his head. The two vulpine pilots approached one another, male and female Fox McCloud, and shook paws each offering a slight nod. Her reply mimicked his in a polite tone. Her eyebrows lifted to accentuate her repeated phrase and the handshake ended.

"So when do we meet the rest of your team? You know," Farrel said, trying not to sound too excited about it, so that the vixen sitting besides him didn't give him 'the look'. "When do we get the chance to interview these people and see if they're … you know, worth our time?"

Krystal approached him, placing a paw gently on his shoulder. She could tell immediately that it put the fennec at ease, even if he was trying to act a certain way to make the female McCloud happier.

"Now if you'd like. Before mister O'Donnell returns. We can do the blood DNA test for Miss McCloud here," She explained, continuing, "Match her up to both Fox's we have here now, then we can test you against Miss Fara Phoenix."

"Miss…? Fara Phoenix?" Farrel's eyes widened. "I have another version of myself here, too?"

"Yes, you're doppelganger is mated to Fox Junior, native to this dimension," Krystal explained with a firm nod. "In fact, they're engaged." She could feel a measure of joy and placation emanating from the boyish faced fennec.

"That makes sense," Replied the vixen McCloud, offering a sly grin before adding, "You're too pretty to have another masculine half. Although I would have been entertained by finding out that you have a macho twin, here."

Farrel frowned, turning to Miss McCloud. He tilted his head then finally said, "Maybe I do in one of the many alternative dimensions out there?"

"We don't know how many dimensions are involved," Krystal explained to the two of them. "But we've been told by a Saurian Krazoa A.I. bot, that there are only a few and the fact that Alpha and Beta do not match will cause a lot of problems, right now. We don't know if we can trust him but he did offer the ability to get us here with no harm, so we've decided to try and trust him up to this point."

"That's awkward," mused the other vixen, going on to explain, "The fact you have no idea if this guy has an ulterior motive and no one can sense otherwise. I can see the benefit of having a Telepath on the team but following the advice of a computer program could be dangerous. Everyone has a personal gain motive. Especially robots or computer programs that have the ability to freely think for themselves and write their own parameters based on experience. What does he want?"

This time her doppelganger, Mister Fox McCloud, stepped into the conversation. "Four spell stones. We're busting our tails to get them and bring them back."

"Sounds fishy. Call it a woman's intuition but I'd be questioning it, just like I question you guys," Replied the Mercenary's other half. The vixen folded her arms then nodded down the hallway. "All right, take us back to your group. I want to get this done and over with; let's roll."


"The test results are a positive ID match, as you can see, here," Replied Rob in his casual monotone voice, continuing with, "There are chromosome differences, as you can see this one is an XY match, this one is an X-X Match, Mister Phoenix."

Farrel's eyes shifted, gazing up at Fara in silence. It was incredible and fantastic. She understood him and his plight of sometimes feeling like people thought of him as a rich person who didn't deserve a shot. She was far more decorated and far more advanced as a pilot from being given chances in life that he'd never received but all in all, they immediately felt like they could connect and understand one another.

"I feel like I've just gained… a sister or something," Farrel told her, placing his palm against her face. Their similarities were striking, especially since Fara kept extremely short head fur. The feminine Fox McCloud rested against the medical ward's far left wall smirking.

"Personally, I'd rather see you as a chick than as a guy, Farrel," She said with a chuckle. The military brat approached Fara and pretended to leer at her just to see how Fara would react then tilted her head when the feminine fennec showed no sign of being bothered. "Well?" Fox asked.

"Miss McCloud," Fara said, reaching out to pat the woman's cheek, "It won't get to me the way it got to Krystal. Fox Junior and I almost came out ourselves but in the end, decided you and Farrel might have better luck talking to Krystal because she'd be more sensitive as far as being telepathic. But if I was a guy, I'd probably date you."

The way Fara worded her statement caused Fox to smirk, turning back to Farrel. "All right, kiddo. I've had my fun. I'm not going to sit here and embarrass us; I just like to know what kind of people I'm dealing with before I try to work with them. I go through different phases in how I go about learning who I'm forced to work with. I think it's time to talk to the rest of the group. C'mon, let's go to the bridge, guys."

She gave a half-hesitant nod to Rob64, not used to the machine, in this state, then headed out into the hallway. Fara and Farrel fell into step behind her, having a quiet conversation. Fox didn't exactly feel slighted that Farrel was so interested in his doppelganger, but it was certainly awkward that the boy was getting along so very well with his other half and she couldn't seem to get along with either male McCloud.

The trio stepped onto the bridge and Fox folded her paws behind her back, stalking up to Krystal and both Junior and Mac. "All right, your robot let me operate the DNA testing and being that I'm in pharmacy, I knew I was doing everything I could do to ensure that the procedure was not being faked. So, I'm satisfied for now; let's continue."

"Great," Mac said, looking over the military vixen before glancing back to Junior with a slow, subtle nod. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us. It looks like Falco and both Slippy Toads have found their target and are currently working to obtain this artifact. Falco gave me an interesting proposition that will keep the Falco from this universe from getting into trouble later but so far no one has agreed with his method. Furthermore? Junior, being the Military Office that he is, here, has decided to write up a military-style report on the incident, so I'm going to give it to you, Miss McCloud, so that you can be up to speed on everything."

The vixen glanced back at Fara and Krystal then stepped forward and snatched the report file from atop of a computer terminal nearby. She retreated to a quieter corner to read up on what's happened thus far.

Farrel placed a paw halfway into the air, to be recognized, then stepped into the middle of the bridge, asking, "What about Wolf O'Donnell from our world? It seems like he's out there with the ability to get into trouble. I was thinking we should find him, incapacitate him, put him in a brig or something, then we'll have one less worry on our paws."

Silence. Farrel swallowed then continued, "Just a suggestion. Someone mentioned something about a paradox earlier. Putting him behind laser bars is far more favorable than for him to run around out there."

"Actually," Replied the Mercenary McCloud with a grin. "The A.I. Krazoa Bot demanded that we not bring Wolf O'Donnell. Just to throw a wrench into things, incase this guy has some sort of exacting plan, I think we should catch Wolf and force him to fly with us."

"What!" Farrel exclaimed. "Are you serious? This guy is nothing but trouble; you can't trust him around women because he doesn't respect them or know how to treat them; You're asking for more trouble than it's worth, Mister McCloud, both of you have to trust me. Tell them Fox," He said to the McCloud indigenous from his own world.

"If this guy demanded to leave Wolf out of the equation, it's for one of two reasons," She said absentmindedly while reading through the report. "Either he personally knows Wolf and feels that Wolf would compromise our success rating, which is highly unlikely because he probably doesn't know Wolf… or because he wants to account for a certain number with a certain amount of traits to guarantee success in his own eyes. For that reason, I say we recruit Wolf, even though the lupine is a bastard slob at times. Besides, if we can get him to work with us, he's a decent pilot. He won't crash his fighter into abandoned facilities bigger than this ship."

Farrel shut his mouth, glancing away in shame. Krystal shook her head, taking up for the boy-faced fennec. "Farrel, from what I understand, was forced to land his fighter without any electronic systems… his engines stalled out and his controls locked up. He was lucky and quite skilled to have survived." Farrel offered a smile at Krystal's defensive reply.

"He's a young, inexperienced liability who was lucky two times… first in surviving the crash and second in getting Wolf's gun into his paw and against Wolf's head. I don't like O'Donnell either, but he's a reliable pilot and a fresh variable in this Krazoa guy's equation, to keep him from trying to sabotage our work in his favor."

"I suppose I can buy into that," replied Mac with a slow roll of his shoulders. Junior mirrored the shrug and offered a nod.

"Well it looks like both of my twin's agree," Said the daintier McCloud, turning to Krystal and Fara. "Ladies? Where are we in agreement here?"

"Well," Krystal said with a thoughtful frown. "He's in the same boat as us; it would be against what kind of people we are, to exclude him. He at least deserves one solid chance."

"I have to agree," Fara said shaking her head and offering an apologetic frown to Farrel.

The military Falco Lombardi stepped onto the bridge, glancing over the three Fox McClouds', the two versions of Fara Phoenix and finally, he offered a nod to Krystal. "I don't know Wolf O'Donnell, so I say we try this slob. If he sucks, we'll throw'em in the brig where he can't cause trouble. The question is: who's part of the search party to find this Einstein?"

"He'll come to me, if I make my location known," Replied Miss McCloud. She reached into her pocket and pulled her sunshades out, covering her eyes with them. "We've got to get down to business and this is the quickest way to achieve that objective. Who's going with me?"

"I will, you need protection," Farrel said, looking resolved. Fox replied to him with a girlish giggle, glancing to her two counterparts with a shrug. Farrel looked humiliated, narrowing his eyes.

"There's an important mission ahead for the boys," Krystal noted. "Let the girls handle O'Donnell. I hear he's hot-blooded but I doubt he can handle three vixens. Let get Falco, Junior and Mac into fighters. We've got to get back on schedule with finding the other spell stones. Don't worry, Farrel, it might just take three women to humble this guy."

"Are you sure, I really want to have the chance to show Miss Fox that I'm worth her time as a team member," Farrel protested, placing his paws upon his hips.

Fara approached her counterpart, placed her lips against his ear and whispered to the other fennec. "I have a surprise in store for Mister O'Donnell; I'll get him back for insulting you. Don't worry; we'll embarrass him for you. Your best bet is to go with Mac, Junior and Falco, do a great job; you'll learn a lot from them and they'll treat you better than your Fox. Afterwards, they can sing your praises and maybe we'll help Miss McCloud learn to respect you, hmm?"

Farrel offered a casual sort of grin. "I suppose it's only normal to like the way you think. You should be a saleswoman. As much as I'd like to never see Wolf O'Donnell again, I'd blame myself if he hurt you three or did anything to you guys and I wasn't there to stop him."

"Don't worry," Fara replied in soft whisper, "We can handle ourselves. I go packing, so does Krystal from what I understand. Something about learning to use a blaster against an enemy I've never heard of: The Aparoids, but anyhow. Just have faith, sweetheart." To her words, Farrel nodded in compliance.

"Are you girls completely sure about this," Mac asked the group. "It sounds silly doing a squad of girls and a squad of boys. Is there a certain reason I've missed why you want us to fly this particular mission?"

"Fox," Exclaimed Junior, turning to his other half with a frown. "I wrote up these military-style reports for everyone to read."

"Then just tell me what it said," Replied Mac, tilting his head at the broader shouldered vulpine.

"We're going to try and secure two of the spell stones. One is held by a private collector similar to what Falco and both Toads' are trying to do," Junior explained, trying not to look insulted that the mercenary version of himself was slightly lazy when it came to paperwork. "The other, which is in surprising proximity, is held at an ancient chantry of Monks. Females aren't permitted in this Monastery. Keep on top of the program, Mac."

"All right, Junior, relax man." Mac held his paw out to the feminine version of himself, who pushed the folder of papers into his paw. He flipped it about and glanced through it, skimming each page. "I've not seen things written on paper in ages, dude. What's the occasion?"

The Military McCloud indigenous to this particular universe they were currently in took a long slow breath before beginning his explanation. "I'm not sure how closely this Krazoa computer generated guy is monitoring our progress; I've done things in paper to keep it from being recorded just incase. Slippy explains that self-thinking programs like that do have the ability to access wireless equipment… say, our communications gear, and insert a virus that will record our progress for him. It's not that I'm being paranoid, I'm just saying," Junior paused.

Miss McCloud tilted her head, "When you're under the impression that an entire universe could be at stake, there's no use making dumb mistakes that might compromise our ability to do our jobs, yes?"

"Something like that," Junior mused, adding, "Slippy explained that the Krazoa A.I. had the ability to be corrupted by, or to have learned about the Aparoids when Sauria was invaded," he explained. "It seems to me what stops him from inputting a program in our gear that would turn GreatFox into a satellite transmitter to call the Aparoids in, in this universe, give them instructions and … Never mind, this sounds stupid. I just put stuff on paper. If we fail in our mission, or get locked up while trying to steal one of these spell stones, here, there's no record of how insane this mission is, which is in our benefit. If you don't like it, too bad. It's an order, guys."

"Your universe," Mac chuckled, "Your rules pal. All right, StarFox. Girls, move out. Guys, let's go prep."

The vixen McCloud shook her head slowly. "This is a rag-tag effort, by the Creator. … If he even exists, that is. I knew I shouldn't have helped you idiots out. Let's go, women." She walked in the direction of the double doors at the back of the bridge, hooking a thumb at Krystal and Fara to follow suite. "If you two can respect Fox McCloud as your team leader, hopefully you two can provide me with the same respect. We can agree on that right?"

"Of course," Krystal said, followed by the very same reply from Fara Phoenix.

"And that's why men are worthless," Fox mumbled in reply to her newly adapted team members. "We'll need fighters, let's head to the flight deck." She passed through the main doors with Krystal and Fara in tow. Once they were gone, Farrel glanced back at Falco and the two Fox McClouds', Mac and Junior, then offered a weak smile.

"You actually like that chick?" Mac asked of the masculine version of Phoenix.

"Let's not go there. I feel like it was meant to be, I can't explain it. I didn't ask to fall for her," Farrel replied with a sigh. "I'm trying to show her that I'm worth a damn. Every time I'm around her, I feel like I'm walking with my laces tied together. I'm not the screw-up that she thinks I am."

"Well," Mac chuckled, "We can go about this in two ways. Teams of two: Farrel and I on the first with Falco and Fox Junior on the other team. My Falco is out there with Slippy 'n' Slippy… geeze; this is getting confusing, even for me." He paused then smirked. "All right, Falco and Fox, me and Farrel. We can cover more ground this way."

"Are you sure?" Junior asked, raising his eyebrows slightly. "You really want four teams in four areas, not counting Peppy and his other half, back on Corneria?"

Mac shook his head, putting a paw up. "Just slow down. We need to do this because we're under a time pressure. I don't want anyone slipping up because we don't have enough people to any one team, because lord knows it would slow us down that much more to have to set up a rescue operation. The girls have to find O'Donnell and that's adding enough time consumption as it is. There's a term for this over-load of problems, you know?"

Farrel shut his eyes, shaking his head slowly. "Cognitive Dissonance, Mister McCloud." He gave a shrug then offered a faint smile. "Fox…err… Mac McCloud and I will tackle the private investor. It takes a Mercenary leader to pull off theft with only two people. It would take at least a team of military people, I would know personally, to tackle the same job because there's a man for every job to be pulled off on the heist."

"You've got balls kid," Mac said, patting his shoulder. "I don't know what the chick-Fox isn't seeing in you. Let's go prep." He then turned to the military Fox and Falco, reaching to shake paws with both of them. "Guys, good luck at the monastery. We've got a lot ahead of us. Keep in contact if things get hairy."

Falco nodded to each of them, holding his fist out. Respect knuckles before handshakes. Mac and Farrel closed their paws into fists, connecting their knuckles with Lombardi before heading for the flight deck. The mercenary turned to Farrel as the two walked down the hallway. Mac pulled his wrist computer up and tapped two buttons on it.

"Peppy, this is Fox. How's it going? Did you meet this Annie chick and did you and your other half go before the Cornerian Government to get things squared away?"

It took a moment but the Mercenary Squadron's grandfatherly hare replied, his holographic projection popping up and hovering above Fox's gauntlet. "This is Peppy; They asked for blood and DNA testing to ensure that one of us isn't a simple carbon copy clone. There's a ton of speculation but Pepper, here, is under consideration of granting us a pardon and diplomatic immunity. GreatFox also now has clearance to just sit in Lylat open space, so at least that is taken care of… My doppelganger's wife is a wonderful woman and an intelligent writer. He really lucked out, here. I'm actually busy right now Fox, I'll get back with you when I can. Peppy out!" With that, the communication ended.

"That's Peppy," McCloud chuckled. "Spit out a bunch of words, some advice and make a point or two… then close the radio patch. So, what's your sortie to kill ratio like, Farrel?"

"I've flown 37 missions and now that the war is over, my kill score is kinda low," Phoenix muttered softly.

"Go on," Mac chuckled softly.

"I've only taken down 19 confirmed kills. I'm no mercenary, huh?" The fennec's ears lowered slightly as if he was ashamed of his score.

"It's no big deal, bud," Fox said, patting his shoulder. "I'm not here to be everyone's friend, but I've seen your other half in action and she's pretty darn capable. I'm sure you're just as capable, pal."

"So how are Fara and Krystal getting along, if you don't mind my asking?"

"It's awkward, but they're both trying to show they're mature and responsible. I've not really seen them get into a fight or anything," McCloud noted, thoughtfully as the two headed for the flight deck. "I don't know if you guys have this in your universe or if any other versions of me out there have this luxury, but I have one family member floating around. His mate helped me pick out a diamond for Krystal; I've not given it to her yet."

"I don't recall Miss Fox saying anything about family. She seems pretty withdrawn, being a loner," Farrel mused, softly.

"I left Kit and Snowy back where I came from; things are getting hectic over there," Mac explained, opening the door to the flight deck for Farrel, stepping in behind him. "The thing is, there are random strikes of energy, kinda like lightning but stronger, hitting all the planets except for Sauria. That's why we're bringing the spell stones back to that Lylat. To see if we can protect it the way Sauria is protected, there. In the mean time, Kit and Snowy got stuck back there helping out anyone they could."

"Did they want to come and help?" Farrel asked.

"Of course and I wanted them to be here with me, but I had this strange notion, so we left without them," replied the mercenary. "If I die, that would end the McCloud bloodline there. Kit can keep it going; also, they're keeping an eye on Sauria for me," Fox explained.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" Farrel asked politely.

"You're pretty perceptive, Farrel," Mac noted quietly. "Yeah. They both went Missing-In-Action over Sauria. We knew that time was of the essence, so we had to leave them behind. I'm just biting my tongue and hurrying to finish this whole thing so I can look for them."

"Must be hard on you," Farrel added softly.

"Yeah," Fox muttered in return. "I'd rather not talk about it, to be honest. I don't know where they are, or what they're up to. So anyhow, let's get ready to do this; I've never stolen anything before. Not like this."


It didn't take long for the women to locate Wolf O'Donnell with Fox McCloud leading the trio of vixens. She referred to him as predictable, having stolen a fighter and they were now pursuing him to an abandoned space station above the overly-hollow Planet of Macbeth.

Once the three Arwings landed on the abandoned station, Fox climbed out of the cockpit then turned to her two wing mates. "All right, girls. How do you want to do this; we can split up or we can stick together. We're armed enough that I don't think we'll have to worry about this slob. Just keep your gear set to 'stun'."

"He's on the bridge, watching us right now," Krystal said, shaking her head slowly.

"He doesn't waste any time," Fox muttered, turning to Fara who nodded in agreement. "He won't stay there long. I want to surround him, so that when he tries to bolt, we'll have him surrounded on all sides. If it doesn't work out that way, we'll still be able to chase him from multiple vectors. Let's just get it done. Are you two comfortable with splitting up?"

"It's rarely done," Fara mused thoughtfully. "But I understand that you're used to getting things done on your own, often. I'm a bit leery to try it your way. If it doesn't work, we can always meet up with communicators and try it the other way, right? I'm ready," Phoenix said.

"Good enough for me," Krystal agreed.

"Good. I can see you're both team players and I can respect that," Fox said. "Let's just box him in and cage this animal," She said with a shake of her head. "Move out, girls." Fox headed for a door across the flight deck, glancing back over her shoulder with a grin before slipping through it and disappearing.

"She's pretty out there," Fara said, shaking her head. "I thought she'd offer a plan before dashing off like that."

"Let's not judge her. I sense she's had a life harder than even I can fathom. She's been abused, used, raked over the political, physical and metaphorical coals," Krystal said with a slow shake of her head.

"I don't care," Fara sighed softly. "She's got no right to break up the team. Fox McCloud is a team leader, he has natural leadership skills. What's the point of splitting up the team?"

"It's hard to explain her intentions but her frame of thinking isn't about what's best for us as a team," Krystal explained, "But what's best for catching Wolf O'Donnell from her world. She knows how best to stop him; this is it. She's actually offering trust to us," explained the azure-furred vixen.

"How the heck so?" Fara groused.

"She doesn't trust us yet," Krystal replied with a soft sigh. "She knows her team, but not us. By counting on us to pull our weight in this capture, she's extending trust that we'll be able to handle ourselves against Wolf O'Donnell. Splitting up is her ultimate way of displaying this trust; she feels that keeping us together in this situation, would be akin to babysitting."

"We'll talk about this later," Fara said, turning for the door on the left. "There are other ways to be a team, without abandoning your squadron mates. I don't want to argue about this now," She said, shaking her head slowly. The fennec disappeared into the port-side door and was gone. Krystal shook her head with a sigh and headed for the right door. She could sense Fara's unease at this situation and was completely empathetic to both sides but she wasn't the leader and didn't have enough mission experience to argue on the Team Leader's behalf behind the woman's back.

Besides, Krystal was a capable woman, working on her own in the past, before the Dinosaur Planet incident. She disappeared into the starboard wing of the abandoned station, wrinkling her nose at the smell of stale air.

Meanwhile, Fara drew her blaster, adjusting her gear vest. The vest was bulky with pockets for her gear, but it also served as torso protection against medium and long-ranged blaster attacks. The weight of it gave her a semi flat-chested look and with her short hair, she resembled Farrel a great deal.

The left corridor appeared to be a shortcut to the bridge. Once she arrived, the doors to the bridge slid open and just as Krystal said, Wolf was standing at the controls, glancing over his shoulder at the fennec.

"Back for round two, huh pup?" Wolf sneered.

Fara blinked. She paused, realizing that he actually did think she was Farrel. It caused her to grin, flaunting the pistol. To amuse herself, she tried to speak with a slightly lower toned voice. "So, are you ready to help this team or do we have to put you in a brig?"

"Help you?" Wolf chuckled. "Are you kidding me? Goddamn, dude, I'm going to gut your scrawny ass, then force ya to watch me bag your hoe. Ready to play?" Wolf asked, thinking that she was actually Farrel, all along.

"Bring it," Fara said, trying to mimic her doppelganger's voice. Farrel was never part of the after-work women's defense training seminar that was offered for Military women. What's more, Wolf nor Farrel had no idea that Fara was now the class instructor, after years of attending it, herself.

Wolf spun his blaster on his finger, as if to show off, then holstered the weapon quickly, lifting his paws and closing them into fists. "Let's go, faggot."

Fara raised her brows, shoving her weapon into its sheath and pushing the Velcro strap down, to keep it in place. She sauntered out into the middle of the bridge. "Bag my hoe?" She chuckled in reply. Wolf still had no idea he was looking at a different fennec. The resemblance was unreal, with Fara wearing the tactical vest over her chest.

"That's right, bitch-boy," Wolf said, thrusting his paw out at her stomach. He knelt down a bit, so that Fara was pushed upwards. She was thrown upwards and back, but landed on one knee, rising back up. "You're even lighter than I remember," Wolf sneered. "Did you loose weight, pansy?"

Fara suddenly turned about, gracefully, executing a roundhouse kick that Wolf ducked. "Who taught you how to walk and spin? A runway model, or did you teach them because you're so gay," Wolf snapped, dropping to the ground to try and catch the fennec off guard with a leg sweep. She leapt over it, kicking her right leg out to catch him in the face. O'Donnell grunted in reply, knocked off balance.

She landed on the balls of her feet, leaning back on her paws, to do a hand-stand style of back flip. Her left foot caught him in his muzzle, and he grunted again. Wolf shook off the second kick to his face, trying another straight set of jabs. The door on the end swished open and Fox McCloud stood in the doorway.

Fara blocked the punches using her left wrist, then crossed her right paw across, landing a punch in his good eye. Wolf growled in anger, throwing a punch at her gut. Fara took the strike, which was partially absorbed by her armored vest, snatching his ears and pulling his face to hers.

She jerked her head forward, bringing her forehead into his muzzle, drawing blood from his snout. He shouted in rage and frustration, giving the fennec a shove. Fara toppled back, only to throw her legs upwards, to kick herself back up, upon her feet. Wolf blinked at her in confusion.

"You don't fight like the dickless little thing I fought earlier," he grumbled, throwing his paws back up, ready once more.

"If I was 'dickless', would it hurt your ego to know you got your ass handed to you?" Fara snickered, drawing her paws back out before herself. Krystal came in through the door behind Wolf, pausing in the doorway, watching.

"Listen, Fox is mine so just stand in line, kid. You can have the sloppy seconds," Wolf said, delivering a kick to her gut that knocked her halfway across the bridge. She somersaulted over a terminal, extending her leg to offer a drop kick across his shoulder that caused him to stumble back.

Wolf leapt forward, throwing a punch that glanced off the side of her cheek. He followed through, snatching her shoulder and forcing her to be spun all the way around, then he wrapped one arm around her neck, whispering into her ear.

"You might be fighting better than earlier, but I'm only warming up, fairy," Wolf chided softly, so that only Fara could hear him. She kicked her leg up, catching him in the nose with the tip of her toe. He dropped back, releasing her neck. The fennec spun around once more, offering a quick roundhouse that landed on the side of his head, then dropped into an immediate sweep that brought him to the floor.

Wolf drew his blaster, firing at a monitor that was welded to the ceiling. The heavy square chunk of metal fell, causing Fara to leap out of the way. He re-holstered his blaster and hopped back up, snatching a chair from behind a computer terminal and flinging it Phoenix.

Fara ducked the chair, hopping over the terminal, to deliver another kick and punch that connected with his face. Wolf winced, but took the double hit combination, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her into the air. He continued to raise her body above his head, then arched his back, forcing Fara over his shoulders, suplex her to the deck.

Fara landed on her shoulder blades, grunting in pain. She rolled over, trying to get to her paws and knees. Wolf spun around and brought his leg up hard, kicking her in the face with all the weight he could get behind the maneuver. She cried out, flopping back onto her back again, bringing her paws to her face. She put up a very impressive fight but it was Fox's turn.

The leader vixen dashed in, putting her foot up on a communications console. She leapt off of it, shifting her weight forward. Instead of pouncing like most foxes, she put her leg out and kicked him in the side of his head, which threw him back against the far wall. Wolf slumped down the wall, crawling back to his feet.

"Got to save your new boyfriend huh?" Wolf sneered, snatching Fox by her throat and forcing her back to the wall he had just been acquainted with.

"Phoenix isn't my boyfriend, retard," Fox snapped, bringing her knee up to Wolf's gut, before crossing her left paw against his face. Wolf was warmed up and quick to throw a triple punch, left, right, left against Fox's gut, before adding a right-handed uppercut. Fox stumbled over Fara's body, causing both of the Vixens to crumble to the deck again.

Before Wolf could turn around, Krystal pounced. She'd already obtained a metal rod and was wielding it much like she did with her staff. She used one end to pull one of Wolf's ankles out from beneath him, before flipping the other end around to hit his chest, to follow through, putting him flat on his back.

He groaned softly, then hopped back up, pulling his blaster. "Three bitches huh?" he grumbled, trying to offer an insult at Farrel, not yet realizing that the fennec in the room was actually Fara. Krystal twirled the staff, swinging it around to knock Wolf's blaster across the room. It skittered across the deck, sliding beneath one of the main control terminals.

He watched through his bionic implant for her next swing which was meant for his face. He lifted his paw and winced, catching the pole in his palm. It would hurt later, but it surly looked tough, now. Holding the staff, he used his other paw, palm out, to strike Krystal in her solar-plexus. The strike knocked the air out of Krystal's lungs, causing her to gasp for air.

Suddenly, there was another strike against the back of Wolf's head. This one hurt more than he was used to feeling. Blood matted the back of his previously-white head-fur. He turned about, narrowing his eyes at Fara. "You again? You dipshit, stay down!"

Fara brought her pistol across his face, the way she'd hit him in the back of the head a moment prior. Wolf cried out in a near frenzy, grasping her by the vest, picking her up and throwing her into Krystal. Both of them were knocked flat to the deck, hard.

"This isn't going like I had expected," McCloud said, having stood up while he'd been busy with the other two, a moment ago. She offered a hard kick to his face, which caused him to stumble backwards, nearly falling over one of the computer stations in the middle of the bridge.

"You've got two choices, O'Donnell. You can join the team and help us get home where we belong, or you can sit in a cell on the ship we're using and make me really pissed off," Fox said in an angry tone.

Wolf snatched Fara by her hair, pulling her into a harsh kiss. She struggled but he was quick enough to force her up against the wall, that she didn't have the equilibrium to reverse his grab. His tongue was forced into her mouth and she paused for a moment before the realization of her moment hit. Her teeth closed down around his tongue, which drew blood.

Suddenly his body was grabbed by the back of his shirt and to his complete surprise, he was lifted a few inches off the ground. Glancing back over his shoulder, scarlet drool running down his muzzle. Fara was literally pulling him off of Fox. She then turned him about, shoving her shoulder into the maneuver, forcing him to the ground hard.

The power slam caught Wolf off balance. Fara snatched his collar and pulled his face up, so that she could speak into his ear. "I could kick your ass without their help. I'll prove if, you thug-ass wannabe-rapist." She then pulled Wolf to his feet. "Girls, hang back, this is between me and him."

"What?" Krystal balked, "Why?" She gasped, struggling to regain her breath.

"This is personal. It's between me and him, Fox I'm sure you understand," Fara mused, turning back to Wolf.

"Phoenix, don't be stupid," Fox said, moving back to her feet, shaking off the dazed feeling. "I'm trying to get him to join the team, primarily."

"I'm not fighting on the same side as this little creepy homo," Wolf said, speaking of the non-present Farrel Phoenix. Fara, regardless, took complete offense to Wolf's insults on her doppelganger.

"Shut your mouth and fight, jerk," Fara said, pulling up her fists again. Wolf spun around, facing her with a narrowed singular gaze. He pulled out a thermal detonator in his paw, mashing in on the timer switch, causing the small round object to flash. He then used it like a rock and struck Fara across her muzzle with it.

She grunted, then kicked her left foot up into his crotch, half-jumping to kick her right foot up into the bottom-side of his jaw. She grabbed the back side of his fist with her left paw, then forced the detonator out with her right paw. She returned the favor, using it like a rock to smash him across the nose, before thumbing the trigger button to deactivate the counter.

The detonator stopped flashing and she tossed it to Fox, using her wrist to block the next attempted punch that Wolf tried to deliver. "Goddammit, ass-rammer, how the hell did you learn to fight in the last few hours!" He shouted. His next attempt was to throw punch after punch that she blocked away with her wrists multiple times before kicking him in the shin. She then spun about, offering another full-forced roundhouse kick to his jaw.

Wolf, ever enduring, stumbled but wasn't out of the fight, by any means. "I see a kick to your crotch didn't do very much," Fara said almost scoldingly.

"I told you already, I'm wearing a cup. What, are you, like, Phoenix's twin or something? C'mon kid, whatcha got?" He put his paws back up and got into a ready stance again.

"Whatever," Fara grunted, throwing another punch across his battered visage. He grasped her arm and slung her across the bridge. She hit one of the computer terminals, completely flipping over it, head over heels. Krystal leapt up and dashed out to bring the fight back to Wolf. She got in two quick jabs before Wolf took her by the throat, much the way General Scales had done, in the past. He then slung her back into Fox McCloud.

"Didn't the fairy boy tell you to two to stay put?" Wolf grumbled.

Fara stood up, slowly. She cut her glare over at Krystal. "Stay down, dammit. I don't need your help, Krystal. I'm here to humble this man on behalf of Farrel."

"But Fara!" Krystal groaned. "What happened to not separating the team!"

"This is personal, just understand that!" Fara exclaimed, turning back to O'Donnell with her fists up. Her body ached but the adrenaline gave her a sort of calm feeling in the middle of the fight. She approached Wolf, ready for another round.

"Farrel … Fara? What, did the pansy send his sister out to fight for him?" Wolf sneered. "I didn't know rich-boi Phoenix had a sister. Are you a virgin, kid?" he said, just to see if the comment would get under her skin. "I suppose it doesn't matter, all I want is Fox."

"Isn't that sweet," Fara muttered, drawing her paws up into fists, ready to bring Wolf down, in any way physically necessary. Wolf turned to Fox and Krystal, shoving them both, as if being a bully. When he turned back to Fara, he had his wrist around Fox's throat and just as quickly, Fox's own blaster against her head. Fara smirked in reply to the action, adding, "I don't have all day, ladies. What's your stupid proposition?"

Fara drew her own blaster, pointing it at Fox's feet. Wolf raised a brow in slight interest. "I beat your tail, then you come back to GreatFox with us, so we can get ourselves out of here; I don't need the headache, I want my regular life back. Ever thought of that?"

"You're going to shoot my hostage in an un-lethal area to bring the fight back to you and me?" Wolf snickered in inquiry.

"Maybe so," Fara chuckled. "What's your answer, jerkoff?"

"I need to think about it," Wolf replied with a slight shrug. "Come back tomorrow." Fara narrowed her eyes at his response then fired her blaster, on medium power. The blast lanced between Fox's feet, hitting Wolf in his left shin, then she flipped the power setting downwards, simultaneous to bringing the blaster up and squeezing off a quick round at the surprised Wolf O'Donnell. It hit him in the shoulder, forcing him to release Fox, who stumbled off to the side, caught by Krystal.

He flopped back against the wall, quickly bringing his blaster up and firing at Fara. The blast slammed into her tactical vest but the force of the full power shot launched her body back, causing her to go crashing down against a computer against the opposite wall. She flopped over, in silence.

Wolf sneered, "You're both pushovers. You and Farrel; you both look so much alike, it's that much easier to see that you're both a waste of brawling time. I think I'm going to cry over how wasted my time was, knowing I'll never get it back. That's how much you bore me, little slut."

Krystal shoved Fox back at Wolf, sensing that the Team Leader was ready to pounce, then she joined, leaping at O'Donnell. The two of them forced him to the ground, attempting to subdue him with a series of punches. He lay there for a moment, taking the scores of strikes then threw both of his arms up, knocking the light weight women back to the floor.

He flipped Fox's pistol to the highest stun setting then got two shots off, hitting Fox in her gut and Krystal in the mid-back. Both of them flopped to the ground, struggling against the sudden loss of their motor skills. O'Donnell stood up, wiping the blood from his muzzle with the back of his paw.

"I remember, once, in the academy," Wolf told them, "You kicked my ass, McCloud. I punched your little buddy, Slippy Toad, in his mouth and you leveled my ass. Now I just took you down along with two of your buddies. You fought harder when you thought you were a man, you little floozy bitch."

Fox parted her muzzle to reply with her own version of an insult but the stun effect made it hard to even breathe, let alone offer witty banter. Wolf approached her, snatching her by the collar of her shirt. "I'm not sure why, but I've got it for ya bad," He said, pulling her body up, level with his own.

His lips brushed against her own then he suddenly paused. His singular gaze went wide. "Dodge this, asshole," Came the soft voice of Fara Phoenix. A blaster discharge was heard and the barrel, point blank against the backside of his head, was fired.

Wolf dropped Fox to the floor then crumbled to his knees, keeling over to the left, motionless. Phoenix tossed the gun on the floor which clattered softly against the metallic deck. She then put one foot on Wolf's muzzle, gazing down at Krystal and Fox. "Maybe that will teach you to shut your fat mouth, lupine." She then glanced back at Krystal and Fox who were struggling to sit up as the stun effect began to wear off. "Let's get him back to the GreatFox brig."

"Perhaps I've misjudged your abilities," Fox coughed softly.

"Farrel and I realized that we are the same person," Fara assured the woman. "I just have a bit more experience but we are reliable, honest and hard working. If you ever split the team up, like that, again… we're going to have words. I don't care who you are."

"Fara, please," Krystal wheezed, rubbing at her throat which still felt tight from the stun effect.

'I'm sure you both think I'm a real jerk right now but that was uncalled for," Fara explained. "We don't need to fight over what's going on in the team and we don't need to separate the team unless it's for the absolute good of the team. He almost killed all three of us because we ran into this with no plan, like a bunch of lucky newbies."

"What would you suggest we do differently in the same situation, next time?" Fox muttered, helped to her feet by the ever-adorable Krystal.

"I would suggest," Fara said, clearing her throat and lightening up in her tone. "That we go to engineering, manually cut power to the doors in the bridge, climb in through the maintenance shaft, drop in from the ceiling and stun him or over power him against the wall and cut our proposal to him that way. Power is all he understands. But running in and trying to surround him was foolish and stupid."

Phoenix paused, shaking her head slowly. "If we were to execute it your way, let's stick together, get radios set up and go in at the same time. We could have used flash-grenades to do it but you just ran off and Krystal defended your decision, saying you had a hard life; you're tougher than that; your hard life is not a psychological handicap unless you allow it to become one."

Fox stared at her in silence for a moment then nodded slowly. Maybe it was because she's the female version of Farrel, someone who was hot but un-respected. Maybe that was why she had misjudged Fara. Maybe it was because she had such a hard time trusting. Fox slowly nodded her head. "I'll give this trusting thing a good try. Just... please offer me your patience and attention. I'll pull through this," She promised in a soft voice, glancing down at Wolf's trembling body. "Let's get him out of here and lock him up; we'll talk to him when he's calmed down."

Fara shook her head with a slow sigh. "I don't mean to snap at the both of you but a good leader makes decisions I can trust. We're a team here."

"Then why tell us to stay back?" Fox mused softly.

Krystal turned to McCloud and told the woman, "She felt it became personal when she engaged Wolf by herself and he insulted Farrel. The way that you and Wolf both treat Farrel offends her. She feels he's a capable young man."

"He trashed a fighter and let Wolf walk all over him," Fox interjected.

"A good leader knows to look for winning qualities in her team members," Fara explained, politely. "He has the drive just not the experience in a self defense class that I'm part of. Furthermore," Said Phoenix, "I am willing to wager he's a capable pilot if he's given the chance to prove himself. He's not been given the same chances in his world that I've gotten in mine because he doesn't have breasts. That's just wrong. If he had more flight hours logged in, he'd be just as good of a pilot as you can imagine, Miss McCloud. We all make mistakes; it's up to you to overlook them and see a person for who they are, not for what they can do for you."

Krystal glanced at Fox and frowned thoughtfully. "She knows it's not an excuse," Krystal said of McCloud, "And that's why she's not mentioning it… but she's in the middle of trying to go through a life-changing state of mind to better herself. We all have to start somewhere."

"Thanks," Fox replied to Krystal, shaking her head, "But I don't need someone defending me. My ability to trust in men or trust in those around me may have been tarnished because I see others having motives for their own needs, but it doesn't mean I'm not in the middle of bettering myself."

Fara came to Fox's side, helping the woman to her feet, with Krystal's aid. "Look, I love Fox McCloud Junior. And in some way, you're a part of who he is. So, I'm forced to love you as well, because you are him in a way. My love for him is unconditional, understand?"

"Yeah," Fox replied.

"We've done nothing to betray you; trust us now, make judgments in your free time," Fara suggested. "Some people only find satisfaction in life by helping others. Don't distrust them just because you've not seen what their personal motivator is, Fox. You've bottled a lot of stuff in your life, sure, but that's no reason to take the jar off and let it poison your heart and mind. Remember… you can only put so much into that metaphorical jar before it breaks and that explosion of toxic hate is unleashed all over your body."

Krystal just gawked at Fara, turning her head to glance back at Fox. The feminine McCloud nodded her head slowly. "Let's get him out of here," She replied to Krystal and Fara. "I'll admit when I've misjudged. C'mon, girls. I don't know what sort of effect Wolf seems to be having on me that I don't put up much of a fight around him… I appreciate what you've done, Fara."

Fara nodded slowly. "Yeah," She mused thoughtfully. "Let's just get this jerk back to the GreatFox."


A/N: okay, so. I wrote 20 pages. That should tide you guys over for a while... I think. It's long. Probably my longest chapter, thusfar. i started on it day before yesterday and put a TOTAL of 3 hours into it ... that's including the spell checking BS. I've not actually re-read through it... cause i'm having the biggest brainfart in the world. :D I'll fix it soon if there's huge inconsistancies. f;asldkfj;asdlfjoepaj rafu230984r82309rjsdklfj No huge cliffhanger this time around. yet. There are a lot of characters all over the place to keep track off, that's why i keep re-noting where everyone is, so.. yeah.

Is this chapter a drag or did it move well? PLEASE let me know. it'll half tell me if i should have made chapters like this into TWO chapters, in the future. Also, let me know, do you think the girls should quarrel, or do you think they're mature enough to pull it together? Do you think the female Fox is a good character or does her personality irk you... or am I just not describing it well enough? Let me know, please.