When we last left our heroes, Kursed was forced to dock with Star Falco. Little does she realize just how much trouble she's really in.

My opinion on the Star Fox games:

Super NES: Never played

64: Possible favorite game ever.

Adventures: Horrible Star Fox game. Very fun Adventure game.

Assault: As fun as Adventures, but a better Star Fox game.

Command: As close to 64 as we're going to get. Best Star Fox game after 64, and about as fun as the other two sequels.

Chapter 3: The Joys of Blackmail

"Well, whaddya think?" Falco asked the blue vulpine, leaning against the main cockpit's control panel, with a smug smile on his face. Kursed looked around, and raised an eyebrow.

"Gee… it looks suspiciously like the Great Fox," she said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Gee, your new name sounds suspiciously EMO," Falco retorted calmly.

"Oh shut up!" she snapped. Back at him. "Just tell me how long till my ship is fixed."

Dash's voice suddenly came from an intercom.

"Hey Krystal! The damage is minimal, and should only take about 5 hours."

Kursed walked over to the intercom, and pressed a button.

"It's Kursed."

"… Emo."

Kursed shut her eyes and took a deep breath and calmed dow…

Suddenly Katt's voice came over the intercom as well.

"Emo."

"Mmmmm…!" Kursed ran her hand through her hair, and gritted her teeth.

"Told ya," Falco told her. He then ducked as she threw a right hook at him.

"Alright done," Dash announced. It took a little longer then he originally though, and he looked exhausted. Kursed slurped her soup.

"I'll finish up then. Thank you for your kindness Falco," she said, extending her hand.

"Anything for a new team mate," he said.

Kursed blinked.

"What?"

"You're a great pilot, and I want you on the team," Falco told her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"And… you think I'm just going to join you? Do I need to remind you what happened the last two times I joined a team? I'm never doing that again. Uh-uh, no way. Especially not with all the emo snides you people have been giving me all day. Bye."

Falco walked over to the intercom in the mess hall. "Katt, close the docking bay."

Kursed stopped. "What? You tell her to open it back up, or I'll blast it open with my…"

"Okay… Okay… Just calm down," Falco said, walking to a different control panel. The mess hall was a long rectangular room; it had a comfortable table and 3 chairs, though it looked rather lonely without one more. All the rooms on the Great Falcon had an intercom for communicating with the entire ship, and all the rooms also had a…

"Phone. Speed Dial. Fox McCloud," Falco said, grinning. Kursed froze, as she reached the exit.

"What are you doing?" she said, panicking.

Fox picked up.

"Hey Falco! How're things going for you?"

"Hey Fox! You won't believe who I've picked up. She's one hot pilot. In more ways than one," he said giving him a look. "Eh? Eh?"

"Who?" Fox asked.

"K-"

"Kursed! MynameisKursed! I'manewmemberofStarFalco! It's a pleasure to meet you, I've heard so much about you," Kursed said. The first two sentences came spilling from her mouth.

"Oh! Hey I met you on Kew!" Fox said.

"Yeah… Yeah you did," she laughed nervously.

"Well that's great Falco. Hey how are Dash and Katt?"

"Oh their great. Say listen…"

Kursed walked out and waited for the two friends to finish their conversation. Falco had ruined EVERYTHING! If she tried to leave, he'd just tell Fox, and he'd never stop searching for her. She wasn't ready to talk to him as Krystal again. Not yet. Not after making him grovel in front of Star Wolf and leaving him twisting him in the wind. Several minutes later, Falco emerged.

"Hey! Now I don't need to call Fox and tell him your dirty little secret, do I?" Falco inquired, moving his eyebrows up and down.

"Yeah, yeah you've got a new pilot," Kursed said, folding her arms. "But no more emo comments."

"Then let us call you Krystal when it's just us four."

"No."

"Emo."

"Alright fine!" she said disgruntled. "But no one else."

"Deal, Krystal," Falco said, uttering her real name. "Now do the dishes."

"What?" Krystal said, frowning. "I may have joined the team but I'm not your maid."

"Well let's see what Fox thinks."

"You won't call him over something so petty…"

Falco went to the hallway intercom. "Katt, get Fox on the…"
"Wait! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

"Cancel that last order."

"Stupid Falco. Stupid Katt. Stupid Dash. Stupid… stupid… I just HAD to get involved with the mercenaries. I just HAD to offer help. I just HAD to… GUH!" Kyrstal gasped, scrubbing furiously.

"How long till she lets you do it?" Katt asked.

"I figure if we push her for about a month, she'll be beggin' us to just call Fox, and get out of this," Falco responded.

"With the temptation to call him up herself always by her, I doubt she'll even last that long," Dash noted.

"She'll be back to her kind, lovable self in no time," Falco said. "HEY! Krystal! Cacth some Z's. You've got to get up early to mop the floor. Use the map to find the utility closet."

"You want me to…!? Alright… But I'm not about to start curtseying for you, just so you know!" Krystal yelled after him.

"Fine. Whatever," Falco said.

Krystal lay in her bed. She wrapped herself in her and scowled about her new teammates. But she couldn't honestly say she wasn't looking forward to waking up tomorrow, and discovering… she wasn't alone. It felt nice… warm… she snuggled up to her pillow. Maybe… as Kursed… she'd give Fox a call… What could happen?

Krystal walked up to the author.

"Hey… do you have any idea why I have a British accent, when we're all in space, and there is no Britain?"

"I dunno. Why do some people make reference to the number of the beast in their fanfics, when your all in space, and there is no christianity?"

Well there you have it. Chapter 3. Let me know what you think.