Fox rolled and weaved through the obstacle course that was forming before him; the paper planes had begun attacking nearly a dozen at a time. It didn't help either that a bunch of space junk was coming seemingly out of nowhere for him to dodge as he continued onward. Repeated scans of the area gave him no hints as to what was going on; the junk was made of the same unidentified material and had no clear origins. Worse, the pill shape in which his radar was working had gotten tighter, giving him less room to dodge the objects flying towards him. Whatever it was, it was completely invisible, but Fox's ship bounced right off of this strange barrier.

Three more of the planes crashed into the arwing, shaking it off course. The second he recovered, Fox opened fire, blasting five of the objects to shrapnel only to find ten more approaching from the front. Fox was pressured, but he wasn't overwhelmed... yet. Fox barely had any time to glance down at his radar screen to see how far he'd gotten in the tube, but no matter how many times he peeked after buying himself some time, he never seemed to get any closer to the end of the strange space-tunnel.

Finally, the debris seeking his ship began thinning out. Now that he had a moment to breathe, Fox checked his radar. He was right at the center of the pill-shaped barrier, and the debris that had missed him was passing right through it, merging with the static beyond. Eventually, the debris, the paper airplanes and everything just stopped coming altogether. As the last pieces slipped into the static area, the barrier on Fox's radar began to expand.

Fox now had plenty of open space to fly in, and only two blips showed up on his radar. One was just a giant chunk of various materials; a planetoid, plain and simple. The other was more... erratic. It stuck to a small area within the visible space, but it jittered around randomly, unlike anything Fox had ever seen. Suddenly, a chime sounded on Fox's comms, indicating that a distress signal had been recieved. It was a standard-issue distress signal common to the vast majority of ships in the lylat system, and it was coming from the planetoid.

Immediately, Fox opened a comm channel with whoever was sending the distress signal.

"This is Fox of team Star Fox, I've recieved a distress signal coming from your location. What's going on?"

The face of a golden retriever came on Fox's comm screen, bearing an expression of incredible relief, and extreme disbelief as a familiar voice followed soon after.

"Oh thank god, help's finally here! Please, please tell me you have a way out of this place!"

Fox was taken aback by the sudden outburst. "He-hey, calm down, what's going on? Are you alright?"

The dog stopped a moment to breathe, but couldn't manage to calm himself down fully. "I-I've been trapped here for days, I came so close to dying... I still can't believe I found someplace safe in here. Just... Please tell me you have a better idea what's going on in this crazy place than i do!"

Fox shook his head. "I'm... sorry, but I'm just as confused as you are. I just got attacked by an armada of paper airplanes. Deadly paper airplanes, no less. I'm not sure how I got here, and i have no idea how to get out. By the sound of it, I'm as stuck as you are."

There was a pause. The golden retriever didn't appear on comms for a good fifteen seconds. Eventually, Fox decided to ping him again. "Hello?" He said into comms.

Within seconds, the reply came. "Y-yeah, sorry. Here, why don't we discuss this in person? Come land your ship on the planetoid; it's got a stronger gravitational field than you'd think, and it even has breathable atmosphere."

Fox decided that was a good idea. It would be easier to figure this out face to face. He brought his arwing in close to the planetoid, and sure enough, the G-diffusers detected an abnormally strong gravity field surrounding it; 0.96 G's. As the arwing auto-adjusted itself according to the gravity, Fox noticed another arwing on the planetoid's surface; an M-scouter, by the looks of it. Fox sent out a scanning pulse as he descended. There was indeed a gaseous atmosphere surrounding the planetoid, matching that of planet Corneria. Finally, the arwing touched down, and Fox opened the cockpit.

A rush of fresh air greeted Fox as he stepped out onto the rocky surface, the shifting starscape still nausiatingly lurching around him. Next to the M-scouter stood the golden retriever he saw on comms, wearing a standard Cornerian army uniform, which was getting fairly dirty. The dog approached Fox and said, "Well, hello. What did you say your name was; Fox? I'm Dessler. Dessler Coba."

Fox's voice carried more than a bit of surprise as the reply came. "Dessler Coba? Huh. Well, at least that's one good thing that's happened since I wound up here. I found who I was looking for."