Surprise! That last chapter kicked my ass into gear and I had to get these ideas out
Chapter 7: Black on Grey
Krystal bade John goodnight and watched as he pulled away. She sighed when he was out of sight and turned to her room. She opened the door and shut it with a slam walking over to her bed and jumping to the pillow screamed into it like she was a six-year-old who was throwing a tantrum. She soon stopped though and stood from her bed walking over to her suit case. Pulling a small card from her neck she ran it by the case allowing for it to pop open. Inside were a plethora of militant items including a blaster dyed blue to match her fur with the Star Fox emblem engraved into the side and anodized gold along with multiple specialty grenades and a white bottle filled with vodka from Fox's home planet of Papetoon… the same planet she was on. Hmm she wondered grabbing a shot glass and sitting down at the desk in the room, I bet they sell this stuff around here. She filled her glass and downed it making a face at its mossy taste that burned her throat; Cause no one in their right mind buys this stuff.
She sat and drank more before recalling her evening and her mission; she quickly shut the bottle before she got too drunk and just went to John's house for some 'feel better about myself' sex. After putting the bottle away, she pulled her communicator out of her purse and tapped a security pin before dialing a number. There were only three rings before a greying hare came into view; he was dressed in a black shirt that road up to reveal his aging gut and he was rubbing his eyes.
"General Peppy here," Krystal smiled at the old man as the buzz set in.
"Hey peppy," she said her voice kind of slurred. Funny, she didn't think she had drank that much.
"Krystal," asked the hare suddenly becoming more awake. "… Are you drunk?"
"Kinda," she said, letting her head hit the table. "I've had a-a… rough day,"
"What? Did that fox hurt you? Do I need to call Falco or-or," Krystal started laughing as Peppy started to babble.
"W-well," she said going over to the minibar and grabbing a beer using her claw to pop the top. "Falco, is already here," she downed half the beer. "A-and no, J-john didn't hurt me. If anything, he has convinced me that he has no I'll will t-toward the L-lylat system; he-he is a… a veteran from tha Ly-lylat wars," she downed the rest of her beer and went to get another. "He's a pretty nice guy, he-he let my fly his first gen Arwing,"
"His what," she general asked while taking notes on her report, even if she was borderline drunk. "First gen Arwing those were only… Sold to the select few who flew them we-we didn't even begin to mass produce them because the cost was so high and… Did he say anything about flaws with the second gen Arwings," Krystal sat back and thought about her night with the black vulpine before nodding.
"Y-yeah," she said setting her beer down on the table and resting her mussel in her paws. "He was talking about the first gen shot limit but-but started to say something and then… grasped his leg…"
"Hmm," said the hair grasping at his goatee. "Yes," he glanced up at Krystal and looked back to the floor. "Krystal," he finally said looking up at the half asleep and drunk vixen. "I would like for you to suspend this investigation for the moment and allow for me to double check your target I will be with you by the weeks end with an update. Peppy out," The hologram shimmered and dissipated and she sighed. She didn't know what the old man was on about but it seemed important to him. She stood and sighed downing the last of her second beer; she tossed the bottle over her shoulder and went to step away but a tingling sensation shot through her. Strange, she had not felt like this since puberty she took another step and shivered damn that black fox and his charm! She flopped on the bed and felt the covers scorch her fur, this would not do. She went to her suit case again and grabbed some… Other… items from it. Something was better than nothing she mused.
*~Corneria City~*
No… it can't be. He died in transit. He felt of the body, it had to be a mistake! Peppy paced in his room as he threw together his uniform; he needed to be in early anyway. This vulpine, this fox, could not be who he claimed yet… he could not be who Peppy hypothesized he actually could be. He stomped into his knee-high boots and strode from his apartment toward his car and hopped in pulling quickly from the lot and down the street to the CND (Corneria National Defense) HQ. He stopped only momentarily to speak with the gate officer and was off down the small street to his personal spot.
He hopped quickly from his car and strode with a scowl upon his face, so as to deter anyone who wished to speak with him. He came to his office punched in his code and slammed the door once inside. He sighed with relief once his was inside and walked quickly to his desk and plopped down in his chair; he reached over to his phone and dialed his secretary.
"Mrs. Puma? Yes, could you please hold all visitors and roll all meetings back until noon please… Thank you Mrs. Puma," he hung up and folded his arms behind his head and sighed. There was a moment of calm inside the office for a moment before a scowl once again adorned the General's features. He sat up and typed quickly on his computer before picking up his phone again and dialing a number. There were only two rings before he heard a feminine voice. "Hello? Yes, I am calling on behalf of one of a Mr.…. John Stafford, yes. No, that is not important just patch me through… Thank you, I assure you that… Yes, yes, good day," he sat for a moment as there was more ringing before a gravely yet high, alto voice rang through the phone speaker. "Hello Mr. Stafford. Yes, this is General Pepper; I'd like to have a word with you McCloud.
