-1Whoa. In the last chapter we saw that Fox and his team look like the destroyers of their home. What is next?

"So, Fox is currently in the realm of huge women that love cats."

Meanwhile:

"I will kill you EA, one day. One day. One day!!" Fox screaming and hiding.

"There's the kitty, girls!"

"AHH!"

Back to my realm:

"So today we have Falco doing the saying. Or else! Mawhmawhahahahaha!!"

"Like what?"

"How does being changed into a child and forced to be in school for one day were you have to be really nice or the day will start over again until you do it right."

"You evil bastard," Falco trembling, "He does not own anyone from Star Fox or DC universe."

On one of the six ships, a vulpine in blue jeans, wearing a plain white shirt and a black jacket, was walking to the sickbays through the business section of the ship. Said vulpine had done so to receive advice from an old friend. The fox was receiving dirty looks from the people he passed by. Mothers made their children walk away from him like he contained a deadly disease. He had angry glares from men that he passed. The name of the vulpine was Fox McCloud and his gamble about no one realizing who he was by wearing such different clothing was wrong. He grumbled as he made his way through the crowd to the sickbays.

It better be right, Fox swore as someone run over his tail.If someone tries to be nice to me, I will be so damn surprised. Not even on my own ship, he thought angrily about this morning when the Prime Minister guards accidentally took the spatula in his already wounded right paw for a blaster. Needlessly, his back was ruined by a sudden tackle and he still had a kink in his back, even after Krystal did her best to 'heal' it. Well, that has to be one good thing.

Pepper's guards were much better to him and help the other guards with recognizing simple objects. He let out a sigh, straightened out his jacket because he was here: the sickbays. He entered and walked up to the desk, which a gazelle was working at.

"I'm here to see a friend, please," he said politely and prayed there wouldn't be any trouble.

"Name please," she hadn't looked up yet.

"Peppy Hare. Right now, if that isn't too much to ask."

She looked right at Fox and did something he did not expect. "Down the hall, and first door on the left, Mister McCloud."

"Thank you." He left shocked. Someone actually was being nice to him. He opened the door and… walked right into a broom closet. Well that was big shocker. He slammed the door closed and walked right back to the desk. She was at her desk, chatting away on her phone.

"Hey!!" He hit the end call button, "What the hell was that?!"

"Uh, rude much!" she replied. "I was talking to my friends!"

"And I was asking where my friend is!"

"Here, find it yourself!" She shoved a holo-list at him. "I want that back very soon!"

He stared up and down the last till he found it. Not a second too soon as it was yanked right from him by the gazelle. He stomped out of there and walked to the correct room. He reached up the door handle, but stopped to knock instead.

"Who is it?" the weak voice of his mentor called. It scared Fox to hear him like this.

"It's me, Fox." He was nervous about what he was to talk about and the fact he was in a sickbay made him even more nervous than he was already was. "Can I come in and talk with you?"

"Anytime m'boy." Fox opened the door and saw something that in his current state nearly gave him a heart attack. He saw the old hare in a green bed tucked up to the waist. He had on a white hospital gown on, but scared Fox was all the wire and tube coming and going from the old man's body. "What is it?"

"Well," Fox sat down on the chair next to Peppy, trying to disregard his friend's condition. "I've finally did it. I finally asked Krystal to marry me and she said yes."

"Good Gawd, it's about time!" He let out a laugh and caused the heart monitor to beep very loudly. "So when's the wedding?" He had placed a paw on Fox shoulder, first as happy gesture, but then as support as he began to cough. A concerned look from Fox came as he pushed away from Peppy arms and had him lean back into his bed.

"There's not going to be one. I just did the captain style wedding," Fox sighed unhappily. "It's not the wedding I thought I would have."

"Look here son, when we get to the Solana galaxy, we'll get you two a proper wedding." Peppy looked at him with tired eyes.

"Peppy…"

"No, and that's it. You don't have a choice in the matter," he grinned at his young friend blathered face.

"Thanks Peppy," Fox rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, "There's something else I want to you about. Something I couldn't do over the holo-phone (AN: any better name for it, please mention it in the review, thank you!)."

"What is it Fox?" He looked at his friend, who looked all of the sudden sullen and ashamed.

"I'm going to disband the Star Fox once we get to the Solana galaxy." There, he said it. "Or more to the point, I'm going to quit the team and after that the team will be done for sure."

"What do you mean you are going to 'quit the team'? What in the world would make want to you quit the team?" Peppy was angry at first, but then he realized what he had asked was already answered.

"That's it! The world, our world, our home! It was our civilization and I destroyed it! Because of my stupidity, everything we saved was lost! Corneria, Sector X, Y, Z; everything is gone! People hate us now! None of us can even go out in public without getting death threats! I had four coming here!" Fox was going overboard but he couldn't stop now. "I don't want my wife or my kids to have protection whenever they have to go outside!"

"There, there Fox. It's quite alright for you to be like this. So, what did they say?" He was patting the vulpine, who was balling his eyes out at this point.

"I haven't said anything yet; my team doesn't even know. They're going to hate me for this," Fox looked upward and asked the one question Peppy prayed he wouldn't ask. "What do you think my father would say if he saw me right now?"

"He would let you do what you think is right," Peppy said what he thought was right.

"NO! I want to know if he would be proud that I did my best or disappointed that I failed and destroyed everything!" He screamed it out with tears gushing out, spilling down his cheeks. "Please… I need to know."

"I don't know Fox. I can't say. I'm sorry." He watched the shattered shell of his friend's son wipe away tears.

"Thanks, Peppy; for everything… I guess I better get going." Fox left Peppy so he could get on his ship before he broke down again. He made his way out of the sickbay, back to the docking area where his air-wing was waiting for him. As walked at a quick brisk, he almost passed them.

"Hey you, mind we asked you some questions?" Fox turned to see a beaver and skunk both in police uniforms. Fox growled. The last thing he needed was this.

"Sure, what is it?" Fox asked polity while screaming inside.

"Would you mind telling us why you're in such a hurry, mister…" Skunk asked him

"Well, the reason is…"

"Hey, buddy! My friend asked what your name is!" the beaver snapped, taking Fox by surprise.

"Um, McCloud."

"Well, can you give an answer, mister McCloud?" the skunk sneered at him.

"Well, I was trying to get to my air-wing," Fox answered in a grumpy tone.

"Well, McCloud, we had just got this strange call from a jeweller," the beaver began and Fox was not liking where this was heading. "Apparently, when he was closing up for the last time, he noticed an item was missing from his inventory. The last time he saw the item was around three weeks ago."

"Really fascinating information," Fox swore in his head, knowing what was happing. "If have any other problems, like an apple being dented or something like that, you give me a call, ok?" he said it with such sarcasm, Falco would have been so proud.

"HEY! Watch your mouth, you little jerk!" The beaver jabbed a finger at Fox's chest. Fox had to bite his lip so hard because he was taller then both of them. "The item in question was diamond ring and he remembered that you were there when he saw it last! Now where is it?"

"Two things!" Fox shouted back, beyond pissed. "First off: I was at the jeweller and I paid for it fully! And two: it's on my wife right now!" For some reason, this brought out laughter from the two police officers.

"Who the hell would want to marry you?" The skunk and beaver were laughing so hard they had to lean on each other.

"Krystal. And if you don't mind…" What happened next, Fox never felt any regret for his actions.

"What, that whore?" Their laughter was short lived as Fox punched out the damn beaver with a right hook in the face. He turned to do the same to the skunk when he felt a volt of electricity through him.

"Incoming call from police station on Flying Hope 3, for Mrs. McCloud." Krystal or, Mrs McCloud was snacking on some food that she had found in the cupboard. While she was with the Prime Minister and General Pepper at the time, since they had decided to stick around.

"Um, put it up?" She gave a look at the two powerful politic men, as to ask who did they knew in the police force. In a few seconds they had their answer.

"Uh, hey Krystal," They saw Fox on the holo-screen, rubbing his neck. "Can you send some credits to pay my bail?" Fox looked so damn embarrassed, like he got caught doing something very bad, like playing with mini-Fox by his dad.

"Why do you need bail money Fox?" Krystal asked, dreading the answer.

"Well, two officers with questionable personalities, asked me some questions, and then they insulted you. And I kinda lost it and knocked one out… well, actually, nearly both of them."

"WHAT!?" Krystal yelled at her husband, scaring the Prime Minister, who had now had an emptied glass in his paws and a soaked suit.

"Krystal, you and Fox can talk about this later," Pepper said with half of him applauding For defending his wife's name and the other half shaking his head in disbelieve in how stupid Fox was to hit an officer. He was lucky that he had bail and was in jail getting his ass pounded (AN: even in Lyth race jails, there is ass-pounding ). "I'll cover the bail, Fox. Hand me over to the officers," Fox complied with the old dog and they soon noticed Fox's handy work. A beaver with a beautiful shiner in his right eye was constantly being pressed with a pack of ice. "Well, lets get this done with."

Fox was waiting for the two officers to let him go already. All he wanted was to get back on his ship and take a nice long warm bath. He sniffed his stained jacket and winced at the fruit and vegetables stains on his clothing and all of the small holes and tears. Just his luck that he happened to be next to a supermarket and that damn skunk was stronger then he looked. Of course, the paralyzer-gun that was used on him might have helped a bit.

"Well you motherfucker, it seems that you're free to go." The beaver open the door to the cell, encouraging him to leave.

"On one condition, McCloud," The skunk grabbed his arm tightly as he was on his way out the prison. "You put one step on this ship again, and you will be in prison. And next time, you won't have your friends to save you." He shoved Fox, who nearly fell, outside, "Now get out!"

Fox watched as the skunk slammed the door on his snout. Fox had to bite his lip so hard not to say anything. He quickly made his way to the hangers, not wanting to think of what his wife was going to say for his actions when he got to the ship. He entered the hangers and saw the old bear that was in charge of all small ships flights docking was reading a book. Fox tried to get the attention of the bear, but he was not doing the job.

"Um, sir," Fox said politely, not wanting to have to call his ship again.

"Just a second, Devil," the bear said putting down his book. Fox growled loudly and angrily. That was one thing that his team found really shocking that they were entered in the bibles, but as devils henchmen and he, Fox McCloud, was now called the Devil. Fox watched as air-wings passed through until his came. It was easy to tell apart.

"Why is it vandalized? I thought you had stored it?" Fox was looking it over as he was reading the words written on it: Devil, planet killer, Vermin lover, Andross lover . The list went on.

"Well maybe you should stop killing our people's homes and start working on your memory skills," the bear snapped at him.

Fox groaned. This was going to be a bitch to fix and he was not looking forward to it. Fox quickly climbed inside of his ship, which was then pushed the air lock. The bear gave him the ok, and soon he was blasting off with the hanger opened, when he was snapped back in the ship. He rubbed his neck as he climbed out, when the hanger door was closed and he saw the cable was still attached.

"FUCK!" he winced as he saw the dent in his air-wing. Another thing to add to his great day.

"Sorry 'bout that," Fox watched him take off the cable, and then held out his hand. "Well now you can take off… as soon as you give me a tip."

"Here's a tip," Fox jumped in his air-wing. "Don't ask for a tip from a guy who had a pissy day." He threw some garbage from his ship with his deadly accuracy, as it hit the airlock button. The hanger door opened and he left before the bear could even react.

The Prime Minister of the Lyth race was pacing up and down the hanger of the Great Fox II with his bodyguards keeping a close eye on him and the Star Fox team. Falco was waiting to see his boss to grill him on prison time, while Slippy was trying to be productive. Pepper was also edgy, but he was sitting down next to the toad and the bird keeping a nice conversation.

Krystal, on the other hand, was standing right at the airlock door, waiting for her husband to come home. She chose her place so there was no chance for Fox to run away. Finally, they heard the sound. An air-wing was coming in for a landing. They had a little trouble telling it was Fox's, but when he stepped out, everything hit the fan.

"Fox McCloud," Krystal yelled as her husband was opening the airlock door. Her rage was something none of the men had ever seen before. "What the fucking hell were you thinking!?"

"YOU!" Fox brushed past his wife. He went right to the Prime Minister and did something really ballies. He picked him up and slammed him onto the ship's wall. "Why did you have to mention us in your end of the world speech?!" he was screaming at young man, until he was pried off by the bodyguards. "Why!?"

"I did what I have to." He was keeping calm during this, not letting Fox see his anger.

"What sort of cheep fuck is that?!" Fox was boiling mad and he didn't even care what happened after this.

"Fox!" Krystal was yelling again, "He's the Prime Minister! You can't do this!"

"Well, I'm talking to him as Thomas Liften," he growled as he spoke the name of the young man in front of him. "Not the fucking Prime Minister!"

"Well as two sensible men, we should be able agree that we are in the same boat Fox."

Fox snorted and continued his rant. "What the fuck are you talking about?! Yes, the Lyth race hates us and wishes us dead! But this is where you are wrong! I have friends that can't show their face without the fear of being abused! I have a team that will never be able to do another mission without the fear of the people we're saving turning on us! I have a wife and will one day have kids, maybe, that will never be safe in the Lyth public!" Fox then pushed it too far. "My parents would be so disappointed with me! You don't have those problems! I do!!"

Everyone was shocked that Fox said all that. It was common knowledge that Thomas was an orphan that was never adopted or found his true parents. It was the one thing he hated to be reminded of!

"Get. Out. Of. My. Face. Fox." The Prime Minister was trying to say in without growling or lashing out.

"Or what, orphan boy?" Fox sneered at him, lost in his anger. "You gonna hit me? I'd love to see that!" Fox turned to look at his team when he heard a low roar. He whipped back, with his right paw slamming the face of the Prime Minister. Being the lightweight he was, he fell down clenching his bleeding snout.

"This is my ship! I will not have you try and pull your high people crap! You do, and I will kick you off! How would you like it if you were on one of those damn ships?!" Fox questioned, towering over the Prime Minister. "I thought so! I am going to take a bath! No calls… I don't want to be bothered!" He left the shell-shocked room as he opened the door from the hangers, ignoring his wife cries.

Eek. Fox is really pushed to the limit. Will his actions have negative effects on his team control and his reputation, or will it affect his marriage more? To find out, read more next time, same fanfic website, same fanfic story