Thank you so much to everyone who commented! I didn't even know I had people reading the story! I just finished with finals week, so this chapter should be better than the last one.

I woke up feeling like shit. I was thirsty, and my head felt fuzzy, and I still couldn't open my eyes cuz there was some kind of shit on them gluing them shut. Possibly from crying. I was also hungrier than a dead man.

Of course, throwing up right before I passed probably didn't help.

I groaned, and winced in pain as the inside of my throat felt like it shattered. I wanted to wipe the stuff out of my eyes, but my muscles burned any time I moved. I decided it would be best for me to lay there for a minute or two. Out of boredom, I started rubbing my fingers on my palm, and found my skin felt lumpy, almost like I had been burned.

I was interested, but I still couldn't do anything, so I just kept rubbing my palm, trying to keep myself from drifting off to sleep again. Soon enough, though, I got extremely board, and decided to try and move again.

It hurt like being stabbed with a red hot needle, but I managed to get my hand to my eyes. I tried wiping the stuff out, but to no avail, so I just picked at it until I could open my eyes. The whole thing took a good couple of minutes, but in my state, it was an accomplishment.

I realized I was no longer on my bed. I was in a brown room, not mine, which was grey. I sat bolt upright, and stiffened, tearing up. My body burned like I was in a fire. I whimpered briefly right after I found my lungs again, and I tried to blink to water out of my eyes. I glanced around, and realized I WAS in my room, I had just knocked down a pile of cardboard boxes, thats the brown I had seen.

I decided it would probably be best for me to try to get moving, so despite the pain in my everywhere, I forced myself to get up and the pained sounds to go down. I finally got myself onto my feet, and waddled to my bed, trying to use as little amounts of muscle as possible.

I don't know why, but I felt extremely cold, and the object on my chest was even colder, making it extremely uncomfortable. I painfully pulled off my necklace and dropped it onto my bed. Well, that source of cold was gone, but I was still freezing. I decided the pain wasn't worth putting on any of my shirts or sweaters, so I just waddled to the door and tried to turn the knob.

That simple act took me a good five or six minutes, but still, I was sorer than Hell. I finally got my door opened and waddled down the hallway, trying to make my way to the kitchen. My head throbbing had gone down, and I was thinking much more clearly. I noticed through my concentration on my movements that there was another delicious smelling something coming from the kitchen.

I hurriedly waddled my way there. I was starving.

I found my way into the dining room area, but didn't see anybody in it.

"Hello? Anybody there?" my throat was still sore, and I was more croaking than speaking.

I heard Fox's voice from the cooking area, "Hey, Kevin! You're the first one up! I hope you like these, cuz it's all we're getting for breakfast. We're running low on supplies, and will need to run to the nearest planets marketplace to get more. Oh yeah, yesterday, the— Woah." Fox walked out the door to the cooking area and finally saw me, "Dude are you OK? You sound bad, but I didn't expect you to look this bad."

"No," I croaked, "I feel like I was tossed into an oven and set on high for a fricking day-and-a-half.

Fox chuckled at that, "Yeah, honestly, you look like it too."

I took the time and pained effort to look down at myself. I was covered in little white lumps on my skin, the rest of which was a bright red. It looked like my whole body was a second degree burn. It felt like it too. At that moment, Falco walked in, looking like your average teenager just out of bed. His feathers were slightly ruffled, he was barely awake, and shuffled his way along the floor in his... Pajamas I guess. He yawned as he entered.

"Hey, gyz... 's there enythn' to eat? I'm starving..." He yawned again and shuffled to the table, his eyes closed. He fell into a seat and quickly fell asleep.

"Not a morning person, huh?" I croaked.

"Nope, not really at all." Fox replied, still watching Falco snoring.

There was a brief but very awkward silence that followed. I looked at Fox, who was staring into space, then back at Falco. And back again. And again.

"SO," I croaked, bringing my hands together with a smack, "what smells so good?"

"Huh? Oh. That'd be my pancakes." his eyes got wide, "Oh shit! There still cooking!"

I tried to laugh as he ran to the kitchen to get his pancakes out of... Whatever they were cooking in. Suddenly I was hit by a wave of smell. The already amazing smell of his pancakes just intensified. My mouth watered instantly, and I had trouble swallowing it all, since my whole body was busted.

I walked to the table and collapsed into a seat, losing myself on the mouthwatering smell. It was like heaven on earth. Or in space. Or wherever I was.

Suddenly, there was a click to my right. My eyes snapped open and I saw a huge plate stacked at least a foot-and-a-half high of pancakes. The scent was so thick in the air that I almost stopped breathing. I started reaching for the top pancake, but Fox stopped me.

"Nope," he said, blocking my path, "Give it just another couple of seconds."

"Why?"

Fox didn't even answer, he just grinned. He held up his hand and counted down from five.

As soon as the fifth finger dropped, the door opened and Slippy walked in, closely followed by the blue vixen from the night before.

Slippy looked only slightly tired, but the Blue Vixen seemed alert, even of she looked almost like I felt. When Slippy saw me he looked at me with his head cocked and a slight frown on his face. A second later he shrugged and kept moving. The vixen looked at me warily, like I was some kind of bug she had just found could sting you.

I watched her with the same feeling. Kind of a 'danger ahead' vibe. It was annoying to have to deal with like this. Tough as soon as Slippy walked by, the scent of the pancakes drifted back into my nose from his wake. I forgot about everything else.

I sat there salivating, the others sitting down around me, but I didn't notice. As soon as everyone was seated, we passed plates (or some kind of food-holding utensil. It was weird, almost like a tray) and grabbed a couple of pancakes to start ourselves off. Of course, Fox, Falco and I grabbed four each, but Slippy and the Vixen only grabbed two. There was still a stack left, but it was rapidly diminishing.

I almost started to stuff my face right there, but I remembered that there was a lady at the table. I needed to follow 'the eating rules' as my mom had named them. If there was one thing she had taught me, that was it. Etiquette.

I looked to the side of my plate, but didn't find a fork, or knife, or spoon for that matter. I was confused for a second, but then I remembered that I was off my planet. I glanced around to see how the Vixen was eating, because if anyone knew how to eat properly, it was her.

To my surprise, she was eating just as Falco and Fox were. Ravenously tearing into the pancakes. The only one not wolfing everything down was Slippy. He was eating it the same, just more slowly. Oh well.

I tore into my first steaming pancake. I immediately stopped and chewed longer. Whatever Fox had out in there, it was amazing. It was gooey inside, but the edges were slightly crusty, and they tasted... Tasted like... Deliciousness. Deliciousness in a small gooey, amazing package from heaven.

To make a long story short, we finished all the pancakes. Me eating the majority of them.

After finishing, I sat back contentedly, my stomach distending considerably. I sat there just enjoying the feeling of not moving my pained body, when I heard someone get up to leave. I glanced up, and saw the vixen walking towards the door.

Fox leaned back and grabbed her wrist as she walked by saying, "Ah! No. Krystal, get back here."

Krystal. Well, ain't that ironic. Yesterday I was fighting crystal against Krystal.

"Krystal," Fox continued, "I want you to meet Kevin. He is joining the team."

Her eyes widened, "What!"

"You heard me, he's joining the team. You need to get used to him. I want you to talk about what happened yesterday."

Krystal sighed heavily but sat down.

"Alright. You there. Telepath. I jumped you yesterday because you were blocking me from your mind and I didn't know you were there." I started to try to say something. "Hep! Nep! I'm not finished. No. Yes, I am a telepath as well, no, I don't read your mind just because I can, yes, I only use my skill to tell if people are around. Happy now? I only jumped you cuz you startled me."

I was still trying to process this, but only one statement surfaced.

"But I'm not a telepath" I said, mildly confused.

Krystal's eyebrows creased. "But you were blocking me from your mind yesterday! You have to be a telepath!"

I felt a pressure in my head, and realized that, hey, she was invading. I let my mind go blank, trying to see if that would block her out.

"Hmm..." she said frowning slightly. "we'll you're not actually a telepath, but all your recent memories are fuzzy. Why is that?"

'Damn. She still got through.' I thought, but I croaked "Probably because I have had so many changes in my life happen so fast I haven't fully comprehended it."

"Well, maybe," she said shrugging, "But I'm going to take one more look." I felt the pressure in my head increase again. But this time I was determined to keep her out. I forced myself to stop all my thinking except for one. I ran that one thought through my head forcefully, and repeatedly, my will as hard as steel. The pressure went away.

Krystal's eyebrows furrowed even more, and I felt the pressure again. I forced my thought harder. Suddenly Krystal's eyes widened and she randomly yelled, "These pancakes are delicious!"

Fox looked startled.

"Um... Thanks?"

I realized what had happened and a grin spread on my face.

"Sorry, that was me" I croaked.

Falco looked at me and, after a moment, burst out laughing. He slowly realized I wasn't joking.

"Wait," he said, the mirth still in his voice, "If you made her say that, you would have to be telepathic, but Krystal just said you weren't. How does that work?"

My grin painfully widened.

"When she was pushing into my head, I only thought that sentence, and I guess that when I pushed her away hard enough, I pushed that thought into her mind."

Krystal looked stunned.

"But you've never had any training! You're not telepathic! Otherwise I would have picked up on it!" she sounded almost panicked.

I threw a theory that just popped into my head out. "I think when we fought last night that when you slipped into my head, your mind went flush with my mind and opened that part of my head up to me. Cuz I've had a headache, and that would explain that, and the whole..." my voice trailed off as I realized how ridiculous my theory sounded.

Falco looked from me to Krystal incredulously. Then he burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! Oh jeez! Do you realize how stupid that sounded? It's like you—"

"No." Krystal interrupted, her eyebrows furrowed, "It makes sense. Most people only control three to five percent of their brains. A telepath has more like nine to fifteen percent control. That why we can read the signals from other peoples brains. We are more in-tune with our brain waves." She frowned again. "But the whole me-unlocking-your-brain doesn't make much sense."

"hey," I said holding my hands up, "that was just a theory."

"Maybe" she said, looking at me, again, like she would a bug she just found could bite.

I winced as I grinned again, feeling the soreness in my face all over again. There was a brief silence.

"Yeah. I'm going back to my room. I want to stretch. Or sleep. Or both. So... Yeah." I said, everyone looking at me, but lost in their own thoughts.

I tried to walk back to my room with less stiffness than I felt, which was much harder than it sounds, cuz I was SORE.

When I finally got there, I shut the door and leaned against the wall, thankful for the support. I knew stretching would help somewhat, but I really didn't feel like doing anything.

I hobbled over and collapsed onto my bed.

I was asleep almost instantly.

Oh God. Why?

I couldn't move my anything without pain. It was even worse than this morning.

I felt like crying because of all the pain. But I didn't. I was stronger than that. Or at least I forced myself to be.

I gathered my will power and forced myself to sit up. This time I did tear up. And I nearly cried out.

No. That wasn't good enough. I tightened my jaw and forced down my tears. I would be strong, no matter the pain, no matter the challenges.

I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the pain my body was flooded with. I narrowed my eyes and pulled my elbow to my opposite shoulder. It hurt like hell, but I knew this stretching would only make it better.

A few hours of self inflicted torture, I left my room, barely stiff at all. It still hurt slightly, but at least I could move now. I walked around the ship, trying to find everything and commit it to memory. The kitchen, my room, and the spacecraft hanger were already there, but there was still more than three fourths the ship to be explored.

Soon enough, I found the most interesting room in the ship. The armory/training room.

It was a dream come true for me. There were blasters of all sizes, dummies, targets, and some contraption that looked really cool.

I picked up the hexagonal object, and turned it over in my hands. It looked slightly like a button, so of course I pushed it. I felt a blue pulse of something flash out around me. It felt cool, but I still didn't get what it did. I shrugged and put it down. The blasters had caught my attention.

I walked to the table with the blasters on it, and looked at the different types. They all were different in some way. Some were thicker, some thinner, some longer, or shorter, or glowed slightly at the base of the barrel. I knew that meant some were for different things, and so I decided it was time to find out what.

I picked up the first gun, a short, thin barreled gun, and shot at the target at the far end of the room, like fifty meters away, and completely missed.

"Damn. I suck at aiming." I muttered to myself. I held the gun up straight and looked down the sight, steadying it with my left hand. I shot three shots in quick succession. This gun absorbed all the impact, but the three shots were flying far away from each other. I realized that part of my miss was the gun. It was super inaccurate. Though considering the short barrel, that made sense.

I picked up another gun off the table, this time almost the complete opposite of the one I just had. It was long barreled, and a medium size. Also, it was heavy, but not unbearably so, just heavier than the other one. It seemed uncomfortable in my hand, but I wanted to try it anyways.

I turned and shot at a closer target, hitting it close to the middle, only an inch or two off. This one had recoil. It butted against my palm whining high pitched, the very faint glow on the end of the barrel changing from a green to a deep red. I looked at it curiously, the whining growing higher, then stopping, the light turning green. I shot at the target again, this time aiming, and still hitting a good inch off the center.

I quickly turned and shot at the target across the room again, but the gun only half shot. The plasma, or whatever it shot, flashed out of existence close to halfway across the room. The gun recoiled furiously, jarring my shoulder. I heard a chuckle, and spun around, pointing the gun in that direction.

"Hey there, calm down." Fox said, holding his hands up from the door. I could hear the amusement in mis voice.

I lowered the pistol, holding it like you see in those movies, a wide stance, both hands on it, pointing it to the ground. I thought I must have looked pretty epic, but Fox just chuckled again.

"What?" I asked, my pride stinging.

"Oh, nothing. Its just that you only have to hold it like that in a mission. They turn off."

I felt my face flush.

"Ah, no worries" he said, walking towards me, "You're new in this whole better technologies thing, you wouldn't have had any way to know. Oh, by the way, those guns there, they all have their special circumstantial use, like the one you started on, it's for stealth missions. It makes basically no sound, it's small, and it has a super high firing rate, so you can shoot basically as fast as your fingers can move. The one you're holding, you should wait till the light turns green before you shoot."

Of course the light was green by now. It only took about a second-and-a-half to two seconds to turn lights. I turned and fired at the target across the room, missing the middle by only a half a foot.

Fox raised his eyebrows at that. "That's pretty good," he said, "That guns speciality is its balance. It has a bad-ish firing rate, but that comes with fast and powerful shots, and OK accuracy."

I looked at him skeptically, "OK accuracy? That was great accuracy! I nearly got center from fifty meters with a PISTOL."

"I know, but it's mostly not that accurate. Try again to see."

'Alright,' I thought, 'this should be easy enough.'

I lifted the pistol and shot, barely aiming, this time hitting slightly under my previous shot.

"Oh! What now! What. Now." I yelled in triumph.

"Damn, you're pretty good with that one. You should come practice with it more often." Fox said grudgingly

"I think I will," I said smugly.

Fox turned to leave, but stopped at the door frame.

"Oh yeah, we're going to be landing on a planet soon. We need supplies, so we're going to pick them up there. We might end up being there a few... Days I guess you would call them."

I grinned at him.

"Sweet,"

Fox grinned back, then left. I went back and shot a few more targets, then remembered something. I had forgotten to ask fox what that weird-looking contraption thing was. Oh well. I'll get 'im next time.

Thank you to anybody who was bearing with me through that, and to those of you who were hoping, yes, Kevin will be an Anthro, but it'll take another chapter or two to get him there. I still have a scene I have planned that I want him to be human for. Again, any Ideas for the story after this chapter would be appreciated, and tell me if you want me to start some kind of adventure against a threatening alien force. If so, also tell me what kind of powers these aliens should have, and I'll try to do the rest.