Disclaimer: See the Prologue
A/N: Okay, this is my first real attempt at developing relationships. Here goes…
Chapter 3 – Between Individuals
Floating just near the edge of the system, at least a few miles from the planet Aquas was the Beltino Research Station #2, the new centre for Corneria's Research & Development ever since the last station was damaged beyond repair during the disastrous events of last year involving the Orks. Cornerian High Command didn't want to take chances with the location of the station near civilian population centres and the top-secret research they were conducting, so it was built just near the Lylatian borders, near one of the defence stations which protected Lylat from outside influences, namely the Imperium.
Like the station's namesake the research was headed up by Beltino Toad, Corneria's brightest mind, where he and his science team had been responsible for the destruction of the entire Aparoid race a year ago and made sure they would never come back. Now that Slippy Toad, the former member of Star Fox, had joined the team alongside his father Beltino, progress had increased tenfold, especially on projects involving aerodynamics.
All of this Slippy thought of and reminisced to himself as he strapped himself tightly into the cockpit of the new prototype fighter craft. He breathed deeply as the canopy slowly closed, sealing him in. He activated his HUD, which displayed on the canopy before him. He moved his hands forward towards the controls, as he narrowed his eyes as the hangar bay doors before him.
Are you comfortable, son? his communication interface asked him.
"As I'll ever be, dad," Slippy replied to the com, "Lets do this."
Good luck out there, Slippy, a feminine voice said, rather happily, I'll be watching you ace this test with flying colours.
Slippy smiled warmly upon hearing that voice, "Thank you, Amanda. Appreciate it."
The fighter craft that Slippy was piloting looked remotely like an Arwing, only that it was slightly smaller and wider. What appeared to be plasma heavy cannons were situated on it's wings. Slippy tried his best to steady his mind, believing that nothing will go wrong and that this is just a simple test run.
All personnel clear Hangar #2 immediately, the P.A. announced, Opening bays door.
The doors before Slippy and the fighter slowly opened to reveal space and a purple-coloured nebula. Slippy frowned and gripped the controls. He felt the locks around the fighter deactivate and his fighter jolt slightly.
"This is Slippy," he said, "Ready to deploy…now!"
At that the fighter was slingshoted forward through the narrow runway and into space, where Slippy was quick to regain control of the ship and pilot it towards the nebula, feeling the adrenaline pump through his system. He nodded as if convincingly as he piloted the craft. He knew he should feel the rush that was piloting once again, but something pricked at him from the back of his mind.
"Ok, dad," Slippy said, "What kind of moves do you want me to pull off while I'm out here?"
Let's not be too hasty with the prototype, shall we? Beltino said, First, lets try some basic manoeuvres. Fly through these rings,
Six silver training rings appeared in space; Slippy narrowed his eyes, focussing in as the targets appeared in his navigation computer. He headed towards them, where he begun to fly through each of them effortlessly, each one disappearing and a jingle sounded off from his computer as he flew through each of them. He didn't need to pull off any sharp turns or barrel rolls, as the rings situated wide apart from the other.
Another set of six rings appeared and was situated from one another as a zig-zag. This time Slippy tilted his fighter and slid through each one fluidly, reminding him of a situation he had once encountered in his days with Star Fox. It had involved quick use of his hands on the controls and with that knowledge he barrel-rolled through the last one in triumph.
Very good, Beltino said, Now let's try some advanced manoeuvres.
Two training rings situated upon each other appeared before Slippy; he instantly knew what to do. He flew through the bottom ring, performed a loop, and flew through the other. Three more sets of rings appeared before him, situated apart from each other. Slippy sighed as he went through each ring, performing three separate barrel rolls through them.
Slippy, you're amazing! Amanda squealed with joy through the com, which Slippy swore almost blew out his eardrums, but only left a short ringing in his left ear.
Slippy grunted in pain slightly and he stuck in his finger in his ear, trying to rid himself of the ringing. He then chuckled awkwardly, "Thanks, Amanda."
He couldn't help but smile, hearing Amanda's voice which somewhat eased whatever it was that was bothering him. He then steered the ship back towards the space station, just to allow those in the control room to catch a glimpse of him. Beltino alongside a tall, purple coloured female frog who wore a yellow tie watched him fly before the station. The female smiled with happiness, seeing the love of her life in action right before them. Beltino smiled also, seeing her reaction towards Slippy's flawless piloting.
Another set of rings appeared, and this time they were situated side by side. Quickly remembering this scenario he flew through one and immediately pulled off a sharp U-turn and flew through the other. They both faded away and Slippy's computer beeped in triumph. He exhaled and relaxed in his seat, letting out a sharp 'phew'.
Excellent, Slippy, Beltino congratulated, before announcing, Now lets test out the Bullfrog's weapon systems.
"Roger that," Slippy responded, feeling his trigger fingers begin to itch, "I feel the need to destroy something."
You can do it, Slippy, Amanda said with complete with support, I know you can.
"So do I," Slippy replied, smiling slightly, "So sit back, relax and enjoy the show."
About a dozen fodder drones flew out of the hangars from the station, each one armed with a light laser blaster. They quickly surrounded the Bullfrog and they converged on him from all side and fired, where Slippy performed a barrel-rolled and deflected all of their blast. He then fired the Bullfrog's plasma lasers and instantly destroyed two drones. He barrel-rolled again, deflecting a few more blasts.
He then performed a loop and shook off three pursuing drones; he then fired and destroyed them. Suddenly, he felt a laser bolt strike the side of his fighter, causing him to frown in annoyance.
"Ah, stupid cheap drones," Slippy remarked, before he struck again and destroyed the offending craft, "Hey…!"
What is the problem? Beltino asked, hints of concern evident.
"Doesn't this thing have a lock-on?" Slippy asked.
Before Beltino could answer the fighters swooped in again, Slippy did a sharp turn, and he fired again, destroying another three. He then did a U-turn to shake the remaining four fighters off his tail. He then loaded up one of his bombs and fired. It flew in their direction and detonated, sending them hurtling into oblivion.
My goodness! Beltino exclaimed was slight exasperation, We definitely saw that one.
All drones down, Slippy, Amanda added, Well done.
"I would've destroyed them sooner if the Bullfrog has some kind of a Lock-on system," Slippy replied as he steered the ship back towards the space station, "What gives?"
In the control room Amanda turned to Beltino as he watched the Bullfrog coming back towards the station. He took off his glasses and scratched himself between the eyes, thinking about what Slippy had just pointed out, which had really made him feel incredibly awkward.
"Well…er…" Beltino begun, "It was either the Lock-on or the heavy plasma lasers. Seeing how you are already a proficient enough pilot, I decided to just upgrade your firepower."
Couldn't I have both? Slippy replied over the control room's coms, That would make combat heck of a lot easier.
"Let us just say that there wasn't enough space for both," Beltino answered, "Besides, as you already know our weapons division's budget had just been cut..."
Can you remind me once I get back? Slippy asked, rolling his eyes, I'm trying to pilot here.
"Oh," Beltino said forgetfully, putting his glasses back on, "Er…excuse me, then."
Slippy piloted the ship back into the hangar, slightly annoyed that his father almost drifted off talking about irrelevant issues once again and doing more than just answering the question. That was the only thing he hated about his dad, and that he never lets anything be simple. The hangar doors opened and allow him back in, where he landed it and the holding locks clicked into place.
The canopy opened and Slippy leapt out, his feet touching the floor. Immediately people in lab coats surrounded him. They begun to clap their hands in congratulations upon a successful test run, causing Slippy to smile and take a bow, clearly enjoying the attention.
"Thank you," Slippy said almost flamboyantly, "You've been a wonderful audience."
The door into the hangar opened to reveal a rather ecstatic Amanda, who ran towards Slippy and practically leapt into her arms, startling the frog. Slippy flushed red, which Amanda giggled at his reaction and got off him, where she just threw her arms around his neck.
"I knew the Bullfrog would be a success," Amanda said, "I just knew it. I also knew you…"
She narrowed her eyes and smiled, almost seductively.
"…would be the one to prove it to universe."
Slippy smiled big and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Well…er…you're welcome."
They shared a quick kiss before stepping out of the hangar and towards the lift, hand in hand. They headed up to the control room, all the while they thought of each other and how much they had made each other happy in the time they had spent together, which was nearly two years. They glanced over at each other and smiled… the tender moment then came to a close when the doors opened to reveal the interior of the control room.
They let go of each other as they stepped out of the lift and into control, which was situated like a control tower from a starport, with technicians at work on the consoles and monitoring the research and the station's integrity. Beltino was quick to greet both Slippy and Amanda. He embraced Slippy, who was once again startled, and where Amanda was amused at seeing the both of them.
"The Bullfrog Mark-II is a complete success," Beltino said happily as he let go of Slippy, "Once again, you've made me proud, son."
"Gee, thanks dad," Slippy said, where one could tell he didn't sound at all interested.
Beltino looked questioningly at Slippy, "Is something troubling you, Slippy?"
Slippy sighed, "Something's been bothering me for quite a while."
"Why don't we talk about it somewhere more…appropriate?" Beltino offered.
Slippy nodded as he, Amanda and Beltino stepped out of the control room and into the elevator, where Amanda pressed for the 'Nature Walk' level of the station, which was all the way at the bottom. The elevator music that played as they went down helped to ease the tension in the atmosphere, and allowed their minds to settle, especially Slippy
They stepped out of the lift once it had stopped. The entire level was a huge, non-simulated garden area, with trees and plants of different kinds as well as a small waterfall that ended at a lake. Tranquil music played softly out of the speakers built into the roof which relaxed Slippy's nerves completely, but he knew that it wouldn't last once he spilled his guts to his father and girlfriend.
Amanda smiled, "I love this place. It was wonderful that you decided to spare a single floor for this."
"Yes, well," Beltino begun, "The stress which comes from researching the anomalies of the universe for the good of Lylat does tend to put some strain on people. I do hope…"
He looked over at Slippy.
"…this isn't the case for you, Slippy."
Slippy shook his head, "No. It's something else. Something…a lot more troubling."
They walked towards a couple of benches. Slippy and Amanda sat down together whilst Beltino sat separately on the other, sighing as he parked himself on the bench. He looked closely at Slippy, adjusting his glasses.
"What's been bothering you, Slip?" Amanda asked, holding him by the hands.
Slippy shuddered and answered, "Papetoon."
Beltino's eyebrows raised questioningly, "Papetoon, Slippy?"
Slippy exhaled and stood up from the bench, letting go of Amanda's hands. He scratched the back of his head, trying to find the appropriate words to explain himself. Ever since the Forces of Disorder had tried to take over the Lylat System using the Venomians as pawn, he had been haunted by his experience with the ruinous powers of Chaos. The images of all those dead and ritually mutilated people, the daemons coming out of the Chaos Gate from the Immaterium and the Imperial intervention and destruction of the planet were burned behind his eyes.
And also, he couldn't help but think of him.
He sighed, "I can't forget what happened on that day, you guys. It…like…haunts me. I always seem to believe that some day now that same evil will come back and wipe us all out."
Beltino nodded, "That's understandable. The events of Papetoon were traumatising to all of us..."
He then narrowed his eyes in vehemence.
"…the humans had said they'd leave us alone, not destroy another one of our worlds. Especially one as unique and ancient as Papetoon, that planet could have explained the origins of our species."
Slippy shook his head, "Dad, I meant the Forces of Chaos."
Amanda's eyes widened, "C…Chaos?"
Slippy turned to the both of them, "Do you remember Jacques Mortensen, the Space Marine?"
Amanda and Beltino nodded, where the older frog chuckled softly, "Ah yes, the one Lylat has dubbed 'The Only Good Human.' What about him, son?"
"He was the only one who knew how to fight Chaos on it's own ground, and to stand against those freaks and whatever else that threatened Lylat," Slippy continued, "Somehow, I feel that we're all less secure now that he's gone."
Amanda stood up and put a hand comfortingly on Slippy's shoulder, "Maybe you just miss him, Slippy."
"Huh?"
"From what you've told us, he sounded like a great guy," Amanda continued, "Weren't you two almost like brothers?"
Slippy smiled a bit, "He thought of me and other guys like that. Well…"
He rolled his eyes a bit.
"…I don't know if he felt that about Falco, and I wouldn't bet two cents that he felt something more for Krystal. Now those two were the closest. Maybe you're right, Amanda…"
He grasped her hand gently.
"…maybe I do miss the big lug."
Beltino put his hand on his son's other shoulder, persuading him to sit back down, "And besides, I think we'd be more than adequate to protect ourselves if Lylat were ever to come against anything hostile."
"You think so?" Slippy asked, brightened up.
Beltino smiled, "Trust me, son. If thousands of years of war and conflict has taught us anything, it's that we can survive anything."
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General Peppy Hare, supreme commander of Corneria's military, sat by himself in the pitch black war room of the Cornerian Central Command headquarters, where he silently watched war footage of what appeared to be Imperial Space Marines in conflict against Cornerian soldiers. With the image projected on the screen, he watched as the Cornerian's were literally cut to pieces by the Marines' blades in the only recorded conflict the Imperium and Lylat had ever fought against each other.
Peppy shook his head softly, 'So many lives in so few hours. The result: The situation we are in all now.'
The footage was that of the Battle of Kew, a vicious border dispute some 6,000 years earlier, which was also Lylat's first encounter with the humans. The premise was simple: One side of the planet was behind Imperial lines, while the other was under the control of the Cornerian military. Corneria had respectfully requested that they annexe the planet from the Imperium, seeing how the majority of it was behind Lylatian borders. The Imperium responded by deploying the Cadian 12th to 'politely persuade' the Lylatian citizens there to leave.
The Cornerian General of that time, who didn't know the full extent of the Imperium's might, took this as an act of war against a race of supposedly skinned-monkeys and ordered Kew's military to retaliate. At first the Cornerian's superior firepower compared to the mere lasguns, hellguns and tanks of the Imperials managed to swerve the battle in their favour…for at least a few hours anyway. The tables were soon turned as the Space Marines of the Blood Ravens chapter dropped from the sky and completely obliterated the Cornerian army presence, while in orbit above the planet the Imperial Navy had set the Cornerian starships literally ablaze.
Millions of Cornerian lives would have been loss if not for the sharp negotiations of Peppy's ancestor, who had announced that they were ignorant of the Imperium's power and begged for forgiveness, and the Lords of Terra agreed. They offered to spare Corneria if the Lylat System were to reduce it's borders to only a few dozen planets and allowed them to take over the planets that would no longer be part of the system. And after seeing the might of the Space Marines and the Imperial Navy, the Cornerian negotiators caved in.
And so the Lylat/Imperium truce was born. Which for 6,000 years it was the only thing that kept the humans from coming in and finishing the Lylat System. The Cornerian's knew that humanity feared Lylat, seeing how their own long-range weapon systems could wipe out it's own planets and that even the Space Marines themselves would be slow to respond until it's too late. That was almost demonstrated on Papetoon with the doomsday cannon that Andrew Oikonny and Chaos together built, which would have rendered every planet in it's firing direction, up to Holy Terra, to lifeless husks.
And that would have meant the end of the Lylat System for sure.
Ever since Peppy had taken over Pepper as the head of Corneria's military might, he had been studying the Imperial ways of war, somehow convinced that one day they would have to stand up against the near-invincible force that was humanity. He knew that the Imperium had weaknesses, and had spent almost most of his time in office trying to find out what they were.
'Everything has a weak point,' the old hare thought, 'Krystal said so herself. If only we knew what makes humanity tick, then we'll be ready for em'.'
His intercom suddenly beeped, shocking him out of his trance. He reached for the remote to the projector and pressed STOP, before he pressed TALK on the intercom, which was near him on the large desk.
"Yes?" Peppy said.
Pardon me general, sir, the other line said, But you have a incoming call.
"Who is it?" Peppy replied.
Your daughter Lucy Hare, sir.
Peppy's eyes widened upon hearing that name, whose voice he hadn't heard in a long time. He smiled pleasantly to himself.
"Patch it through to the war room," Peppy ordered.
Yes sir.
The intercom was turned off, where a few seconds later a holographic image of the smiling face of a 23-year-old female rabbit appeared in the centre of the table. She smiled down at Peppy, who was still smiling, but this time directing it towards her.
"Hello, Lucy," Peppy greeted.
Hi, dad, Lucy replied happily, How is the supreme commander of the Cornerian Defence Force doing?
Peppy chuckled at knowing her game, "He's doing fine, thank you. And how is the Astrophysics teacher of the Academy at Fortuna handling herself?"
Can't complain, Lucy replied, before she too laughed slightly.
Father and daughter looked in each other's eyes for a few seconds, content in just enjoying one another's company, even if there they hundreds of light years away from each other. Peppy saw how she looked like her mother and his wife, Vivian, whose face had always kept his spirits up after her unfortunate demise to illness years ago.
Lucy smile faltered, she shook her head gently, I'm sorry it's been so long, dad. Things have been rough here at the Academy, especially after…
She narrowed her eyes and exhaled.
…You-know-what.
Peppy nodded, "Yes, I know. Is it the rush of more people signing up to take the fight to the humans, or is it the mass resignations of many academy-goers wanting to spare themselves the horror or fighting them, and whatever else that lies out Lylat."
A little bit of 'A' and 'B' unfortunately', Lucy replied, And to tell the truth, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
"What about? The Imperium"
I really have to know, dad, Lucy continued, starting to sound a bit uncomfortable with herself, Now that you're running the show, do you plan on doing anything if the human's decide to pay another 'visit' here?
"I knew this wasn't just a social call," Peppy muttered as he downcast his eyes, before he continued, "I wouldn't count them coming back here any time soon. You don't need to worry your head over these things. If I feel that you can play any part in this, I'll let you know. But for now…"
His narrowed eyes met Lucy's.
"…anything we plan on defending ourselves against the Imperium is currently classified. I hope you understand, Lucy dear."
Lucy mouth was left agape for a second, before she nodded and said, Ok dad. I…I hope I didn't impose on you.
Peppy shook his head, "Never. But I am curious as to why you have taken an interest in the subject."
The younger rabbit raised her eyes a bit, before replying, I guess it's just a random thought. I figured I'd think of something else besides aerodynamics, and humanity was next to pop into my mind. You have to admit though…
She smiled gently.
…they are an interesting species of mammals, do you think?
Peppy smiled as well, happy that the conversation was starting to become pleasant, "Yeah. The humans are an interesting breed of warm-blooded creatures."
He then downcast his eyes again as he was instantly reminded of one of those creatures. The only one he believed he would have ever been close to.
"Especially Jacques Mortensen. He was the pick of the bunch."
Lucy queered her eyebrows, You mean 'The Only Good Human?'
"Is that what we're calling him nowadays?" Peppy chuckled softly, "There's bound to be more people like him around. We just need them to show themselves to us."
Amanda nodded from her end of the line, as she understood what Peppy meant. She then looked off screen somewhere, else if someone was calling out to her. She nodded and turned back to Peppy, where she smiled gently.
Well, it's been nice talking to you again, Lucy said, I promise to come visit as soon as I can.
"I'll be looking to then, darling," Peppy responded. He then smiled and concluded, "Goodbye, Lucy."
Daddy.
Lucy's image disappeared as the call ended. Peppy's smile faded from his face, where he was sad at seeing her go. He hated, more than anything, his long-distant relationship with his daughter. She being a teacher at the Academy on Fichina and him being the General of the Cornerian army had somewhat complicated their relationship, with Lucy having an evident dislike of violence and the military.
Peppy shook her head, 'Don't think like that, old man. She loves you, and always will.'
The intercom beeped again, which annoyed Peppy, causing him to be hesitant to answer it again; not wanting to be distracted form his thoughts.
"Yes?"
Sir, we are picking up the Great Fox II on radar, heading towards Corneria.
Peppy's eyes widened, where once again he felt his spirits rise once again. He smiled.
"How long till they arrive here?"
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With Fox looking out through the bridge window from his seat, the Great Fox slowly headed towards Corneria, the planet slowly becoming bigger with their approach. Fox smiled, knowing it been a while sense he saw his place of birth and the centre of Lylat. The bridge doors opened where Krystal stepped into the bridge.
"It's high time we arrived at Corneria, Fox," she said as she stepped over to Fox "We're down to our last box of supplies."
Fox nodded, "That's exactly why we're here."
Krystal smiled and leaned in to softly kiss Fox; he was quick to return it and her smile. Unfortunately, that was when Falco and ROB decided to make themselves known as well. Falco frowned slightly at seeing the both of them together, which somehow would always make him sick to the stomach.
"Hey!" Falco exclaimed, "What'd I say about playing tonsil-hockey around me?"
Fox rolled his eyes as they pulled back, Falco once again breaking the mood, "Sorry…I'm sure, Falco."
Falco smirked, "Getting jiggy already costed our mechanical genius, and I'm not eager to see the team break up anytime soon."
Krystal frowned, "Thanks for your concern, Falco."
"Just performing my patriotic duty, Krys."
Falco's smile faltered once ROB returned to his normal place behind a console on the bridge. It was right there and then when he first put his hands on the keyboard when suddenly that familiar beeping was heard.
"Incoming transmission from Cornerian command," ROB announced in his usual cold, metallic voice, "General Hare on standby."
"Hey, the old man's come to give us a warm welcome," Falco chided, "How nice of him."
Fox silenced him with a glare, before Peppy's image appeared on the hologram projector. Fox looked up at his image with a smile, as did Krystal. The vulpine was glad to see his mentor once again, and that he was now the general of the Cornerian army appeared to be a testament to his years of experience, especially in leadership.
Hello you guys, Peppy begun with a smile, It's great to see you again.
"Thanks Peppy," Fox replied, before his mind snapped and he stuttered, "Er…I mean…thank you, General Hare, sir."
Falco and Krystal looked at Fox slyly, before Peppy chuckled, There's no need for that, Fox.
Fox scratched the back of his head and closed his eyes in slight embarrassment, "Oh…er…my mistake, then."
So what brings you to Corneria? Peppy asked.
"Supply run," Falco responded, "I don't about these lovebirds here, but I'm getting sick of eating the same old breakfast gloop every morning. You don't mind?"
Not at all, Peppy said, I figured you were coming here because of that familiar occasion.
"What is that?" Krystal queried.
Peppy queered his eyebrows in confusion, Have you forgotten already? It's the celebrations over the 1st Anniversary of Corneria's victory against the Aparoids. I figured you'd come to be the guests of honour.
Fox's eyes widened, "Ah…jeez. Is that right? I… we'd nearly forgot."
Peppy smiled, Relax, Fox. The important thing is that you're here. Do you plan on staying here long?
Fox turned to Falco and Krystal, avian crossed his arms and shrugged, while Krystal smiled lightly. Fox smiled and turned back towards Peppy, "I think we'll stick around, Peppy."
Good for you, Star Fox, Peppy said, The celebrations starts tomorrow, so I think it's best if you settled in until then. May I suggest…The Union?
Falco's eyes widened, "The Union? That swanky joint?"
The Resort Union of Corneria was Lylat's only Five-Star luxurious pad on this corner of the system. Usually reserved for the elites of society, it was possibly the classiest, luxurious spot in the whole of the system you would ever go to. Falco figured it was about time he put his feet up for a least a couple of days by a pool, which was better than sticking around on this floating coffin. Fox and Krystal shared the same thoughts.
"That will do nicely for us, General," Krystal said, "Thank you."
My pleasure, Peppy replied, I'll be seeing you soon, then.
"Looking forward to it," Fox said, "Star Fox out!"
Peppy's image disappeared, leaving a circle of rather happy faces. Fox sat down, stretched his feet out over the console, and stretched his arms forward where he heaved a sigh. Krystal and Falco turned to him, amused.
"I never thought I'd say this," Fox said as he crossed his arms and smiled softly, "But I think we're way overdue for a vacation."
"You're damn right about that, Foxy," Falco laughed, "And no better place to spend the beginning of it at the Union, eh?"
Krystal smiled as well, "Yes, I agree with that."
"Too bad about Slippy, though," Falco added, "Stuck near the other side of the system. That sucker would have enjoyed this."
Fox shrugged, "Yeah, he would. ROB…"
"Online," ROB sounded off, "ROB MK-III running at full capacity and awaiting instructions."
"Set course for the Union Resort, full throttle."
"Affirmative."
The Great Fox accelerated towards Corneria, where upon nearing the planet they passed by the Beltino Orbital Gate, the key instrument in the destruction of the Aparoids that year ago. Once they had gone through and they realised it, they couldn't believe that they had been transported outside the Lylat System and into possible hostile territory.
It was pure luck that Imperium or any other hostile power did not notice them as they had made their way back to Lylat, and past the border defences. Fox sighed, knowing that was the only time they had ever left the safety of the system.
"I can't believe that gate is still operational," Krystal pointed out, looking out the main window and watching it, "I thought they would have dissembled it the moment the Aparoids were destroyed. It doesn't make any sense."
"Try saying that to Father Toad," Falco said, "That guy's just so proud of that piece of junk."
Fox nodded in agreement, just as the Great Fox begun it's descent down towards the planet and through the atmosphere, the heat grazing against the hull of the mothership. A minute later they had cleared the atmosphere and were flying over green, fertile farmland and lush rolling hills, where the technologically advanced capital of the planet known as Corneria City could be seen in the distance.
When they got closer they could see that the city had practically come to life. The monorail system was completely at work, people in their hundreds walked the footpaths and strolled in the parks, most being families, and vehicles of different kinds and brands drove down the highways and roads. Massive colourful posters were up on the tallest buildings, informing all of the celebrations that would take place over the next couple of days.
Victory DayOctorber 21st – 26th
2456
Celebrate in your BILLIONS"When the hell was the last time C.C. was like this?" Falco remarked, "I figured it was always a ghost town, even after the Aparoids carked it."
"And that's what gave these people hope, Falco," Krystal said, "That we can survive these troubled times."
Fox looked at her confused, "What troubled times, Krys?"
The communications suddenly beeped, where ROB answered the call.
"Transmission from Corneria City Starport Authority."
Hello Star Fox, the other line said, Great of you to come along for the celebrations, and as this planet's guest of honour.
Fox smiled, "Thanks, Authority.
You may dock your ship at Hangar #33. Transportation is ready to take you to the Union, which eagerly awaits your arrival.
"That's good news," Falco said, then whispered to Fox, "The rent-a-cars here are second rate pieces of crap."
Fox rolled his eyes slightly and chuckled slightly before he answered, "Thanks you, Authority. We're looking forward to it. Star Fox out."
The Great Fox accelerated towards the city and headed towards the northern edge of it where the massive star port was located. The ship was soon taken controlled of by the port's tractor beam systems, which directed it towards Hangar #33. The roof of the hangar opened up, and the Great Fox slowly descended into it.
Looking out from the main window on the bridge Fox, Falco and Krystal could see that they were parked alongside other capital cruisers, where maintenance teams were hard at work on each ship, as were the other hangar staff who went on their duties, even during the imminent celebrations. Fox sighed gently.
"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad to be back here on Corneria," Fox said.
"I second that, Foxy," Falco added.
Krystal nodded, "It's good to be back on solid ground again."
Fox smiled slightly, before he turned to ROB, "You mind staying here and holding the fort?"
"Affirmative," ROB replied, "I will stay here and maintain the ship. I will alert you of any discretion that may occur in your absence."
"Thanks, ROB," Fox said, patting the robot on the shoulder, "C'mon, you guys. Much needed R & R awaits."
As they left the bridge Falco chided as he stretched his arms behind his head, "Thank whoever really runs this universe for that."
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Krystal sighed as they were soon driven through the busy streets of Corneria on a bus, looking out the window towards what one would expect from a city preparing itself for a massive parade. Fox sat beside her, where he closed his eyes and savoured what little the air conditioning in the bus was generating. On this rare hot day on Corneria, the bus was like an oven. And Falco was the first to point it out.
"How much is are the refreshments?" Falco called out to the driver.
"Eight credits for a soda."
"Shit, never mind then. I'm happy to just melt, thank you very much."
Both Fox and Krystal giggled slightly, where Fox took her hand in his and they smiled lightly at each other, enjoying each other's company, which somewhat distracted Krystal from what once again plagued her mind.
Her psychedelic experiences those two months ago.
'I'll tell him tonight,' she decided mentally, 'I've had enough of keeping these things to myself.'
Nearly twenty minutes later and with bags in hand, they stepped through the entryway into the Union and the main plaza; in the middle was the massive hotel. The resort was almost like a little town, complete with shops, parks, swimming plazas, restaurants, bars and playgrounds. It was all situated from the city on another island, connected to by a long bridge, Falco whistled sharply in amusement; Fox and Krystal were inclined to agree with his reaction towards what awaited them.
"I think I know why they put all this on a separate island half-a-click from C.C.," Falco said.
"Whys that?" Krystal asked.
"Just so that travelling for about twenty minutes in a moving Turkish sauna we get to appreciate this a helluva more," Falco replied, smiling.
Fox nodded and returned the smile as they walked down the path through the gates, "Damn right."
As they walked down the footpath leading through the plaza and towards the hotel, where Fox noticed the massive size of the hotel, which appeared to be going up into the clouds. Which was quite understandable, seeing how it's twenty stories up and Fox was relieved to have gotten over vertigo when he was twelve.
The automated doors of the hotel slid open and they stepped in, the air-conditioning and tranquil music greeting them as they entered the lobby, a rather elaborate fountain was set up in the centre of the room which drew their immediate attention. They shuffled towards the front desk, the male Alsatian receptionist quickly got of the phone and greeted them with a smile.
"Star Fox, I presume?" the receptionist asked, beaming.
"Yeah," Fox replied.
"Welcome to the Union, sirs," the receptionist said, then turned to Krystal, "Ma'am."
Krystal nodded with a smile.
"I just received explicit instructions from General Hare himself to make sure you are immediately settled in, in time for tomorrow," the receptionist said, "And that all expenses have already been paid for."
"Sweet," Falco cried.
The receptionist reached behind him and took two keys off the wall, where he put them on the desk.
"Falco Lombardi, Room #45," the receptionist.
Falco looked disappointed, as he had wanted the President's Suite. Nevertheless he took the key and said, "Gee thinks."
"And for Fox McCloud and Krystal, I'll assume…"
He smiled slyly.
"…you'll be wanting Twin-Share."
Fox and Krystal eyes widened, they then stared at one another questioningly. They then turned back to the receptionist, eyes narrowed. The Alsatian felt them stare right through him and completely chill his blood.
"No thank you," Krystal said firmly, "We prefer separate suites."
The receptionist chuckled nervously, "You're the boss."
He then took the Twin-share key and produced two separate keys. Fox and Krystal accepted them without question and without criticism.
"Rooms #35 and #32. Enjoy your stay."
"Thanks," Fox replied, noting that the receptionist was eager to keep them close together.
A couple of bellhops appeared and grabbed their bags and they marched towards the elevators, they noticed the receptionist watch them go, albeit with slight disappointment. Krystal chuckled inwardly, realising what the receptionist had been playing at, while Fox frowned slightly and rolled his eyes just as they all stepped into the lift.
'Perverted desk jockey,' he thought.
I second that, Fox, Krystal telepathically relayed to him, amusingly.
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Later on Falco was taking a stroll through the Union's plaza, taking in the sights and sounds of the plaza just as Lylat's star and main source of light and heat Solar was about to disappear from the sky. Fox and Krystal had decided to just remain indoors, wanting to rest themselves up for tomorrow. Falco agreed, believing that they really wanted some privacy. He wished that Krystal didn't read his mind and his dirty thoughts about the both of them, and the mean glare he received just as he passed Krystal towards the elevator expelled that theory of privacy.
He noticed families enjoying themselves as they accessed are many mostly family friendly facilities, except this dingy looking old-style saloon way at the back of the Union. Feeling lucky, Falco strolled into the saloon, pushing the swinging doors aside. He eyed the many different types of criminal lowlife seated around the joint where he sighed, hoping that he wouldn't have had to run into any anytime soon, especially at a resort. He noticed several heads looking up from their drinks and their playing cards and focussed on him.
Falco smirked and said, "Hey a bird walking into a saloon. What a big surprise."
He stepped over towards the bar, sitting down on the nearest swivel seat and focussed on the rhinoceros barkeep.
"Gimme' a beer," Falco said.
The barkeep frowned, "Got any money, birdy?"
Falco reached into his wallet and pulled out a ten and he slapped it onto the counter. The barkeep quickly changed his tone as he snapped to attention and took the bill.
"Beer's comin' right up," the barkeep said with a smile and reached for the fridge, where he handed a brew to Falco.
The avian popped the lid of it and immediately took a swig, where he sighed lightly and wiped his mouth, where he had almost forgotten what Cornerian Premium Draft tasted like. He had promised the team he wouldn't taste another drop of alcohol as long as he was still in the air, but now that the team faced eventual dissolution, it didn't matter that much.
Unknowing to him the four sinister leather-wearing gangster types sitting at the table at the far back of the saloon were all staring daggers at the blue avian, where the biggest of them, a Rottweiler, slowly slid his bowie knife from it's leather sheath.
"Well if isn't Lombardi himself," the Rottweiler said as he gripped his knife in his left hand, "How long as it been, you guys?"
"Er…ten years boss," a smaller Chihuaha responded.
The bulldog frowned and snorted, "Too fuckin' long."
He was about to stand up from his seat when he and his compatriots noticed someone else push the doors open into the saloon. The bulldog narrowed his eyes, smiled, and sat back down, where he still held his knife, which he kept from sight underneath the table.
"Well, what do you know?" the Labrador gang member said slyly, "She comes back from the dead as well."
That 'someone' was Katt Monroe, who was quite surprised to see Falco with his back to her as he sat at the bar, drinking a brew. She smiled and sat one seat away from him. He didn't seem to notice her. The barkeep was quick to greet the feline.
"Good evening, young lady. What'll it be?"
Falco was about to take another sip of his beer when he heard that familiar voice. He turned his head toward her and sat his beer down.
"A root beer, please," Katt responded smugly.
"Coming right up."
The barkeep turned towards the drinks fridge; Katt immediately noticed Fox looking her way, where she smiled lightly, just as the barkeep placed her drink before her. Just as she was about to reach for her wallet…
"Put that on my tab, will ya' horns?" Falco said.
The barkeep turned him suddenly and blinked confusingly, then looked at Katt with a questioned frown. He rolled his eyes towards him, where Katt nodded. The barkeep shrugged and attended to his next customer. Katt rolled her seat towards the avian.
"Thanks," Katt said, taking a sip of her root beer.
"Anytime," Falco replied smirkingly.
Katt moved closer to Falco, hwere the both of them say side by side at the bar, where the both of them didn't say a word and spent the next minute drinking their beers, contemplating what to say to one another and end the distance between them.
Falco sighed and broke the silence, "Sorry it's been a while, Katt. I've been busy trying to rethink my lifestyle."
"What a coincidence," Katt said, "I've been thinking about a career change as well. Ever since Oikonny kicked the bucket, work's been few and far behind."
"Heh, don't I know that."
Falco turned fully towards her, swivelling his seat to face her. He moved his eyes up and down her body, fully studying her. Katt did the exact same thing, her eyes going over his slightly toned frame wrapped in a red flight suit. The both of them felt their cheeks burn slightly, but they quickly shrugged these feelings away.
"You look well," Katt said, "Working out?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Falco smirked, "You?"
Katt nodded appreciatively, then remarked, "I'm surprised to see you at a place like this. Finally decided to put your feet up for once?"
He chuckled, "Heh, yeah. We're 'guests of honour' in time for the celebrations tomorrow."
Katt smiled, "No surprise. You did put the Aparoids in their place. You should feel like on top of the world."
Falco narrowed his eyes and looked at her tiredly, "Should I?"
Her smile faltered, where a softer look graced her face, "Wrong thing to say?"
Falco grunted slightly in acknowledgment and said cynically, "Somehow being paraded down Main Street with confetti and flyers sticking to my feathers doesn't appeal to me. Somehow it really just doesn't"
"Something's bothering you, Falco?"
"Hey, you noticed," Falco uttered, "I bet you can guess what exactly is bothering me."
Katt was about to reply when suddenly she noticed a pack of canines consisting of a Rottweiler, Labrador, Chihuaha and a Bulldog; getting up from their table at the back of the saloon, one of which was holding a knife. Her eyes widened and he gasped, where Falco looked surprised.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Behind you," Katt replied nervously, "It's Johns."
Falco's eyes lit up in interest, before he slowly and calmly turned around to see the pack slowly walking towards the bar. The Rottweiler had a look which could make anyone's hair stand on end from fear. But the avian just smiled and took another sip of his beer, which once again surprised Katt through her calmness.
The Rottweiler crossed his arms, where he shoved aside some other patron who fell to the ground in a heap, spilling beer all over the floor. He smiled evilly, "Well, if isn't the Blue Streak himself."
"Hi Johns," Falco said calmly, "Still wearing leather in space, I see? Surprised it doesn't chaff you like Hell."
Johns frowned, "Real funny, Lombardi. Or should I say…not funny."
"Your beak's the worst thing about you, asshole," the Bulldog snapped gruffly, "If I were you I keep it shut."
Falco's smile faded from his face, where he could sense Katt hovering behind him, slightly afraid. He crossed his arms as well as he stood before the gang of canines, feeling all eyes in the saloon focus on them, slightly in anticipation of any violence that was bound to happen.
"What do you want, Johns?" Falco stated, "I paid you off ten years ago and I was positive that was the end of it."
Johns shook his head slowly, "You money you handed over was marked. Ten million credits that just happened to each have a homing bug in each one. The authorities swooped in…"
He snapped his fingers.
"…like that. We barely managed to bail out of here, and empty handed may I add."
"Well I'm sorry to hear that," Falco sneered, "It was either that or Pepper would have had me digging tank ditches on Katina for the rest of my life. Guess what I picked?"
Both the feline and the avian could see the fire starting to brew in the Rottweilers eyes. He stepped closer towards them. As they stepped back some Falco saw that the Bulldog pulled out a blaster, while the Chihuaha a switchblade. The Labrador just smirked as he revealed he was wearing knuckledusters, and was eager to use them.
"You'll be drinking your food through a straw for the rest of your days unless I get what I want right now?" Johns threatened.
"What's that?" Falco asked.
The Chihuaha smiled and glanced over at Katt, where she frowned back at him.
"That tasty feline of yours," the Chihuaha said, "She looks good."
Katt's eye widened in surprised, before he narrowed them and asked, "Up yours, shorty."
"Watch your mouth, bitch!" Johns exclaimed, before he sneered, "Why are you hanging around this loser for…ARGH!"
The Rottweiler suddenly felt Falco's smash his beer bottle across his face and send him onto the floor. He then drop kicked the blaster out of the Bulldog's hands and pummelled his face with his fists before tripping him up and he landed on the nearest table, breaking it in half and spilling playing chips and cards everywhere. The Chihuaha shrieked and lunged with his switchblade, where Falco grabbed him by the arms and flipped him over himself; he landed before Katt, who glared down at the short hairless mutt and kicked him across the face.
Only left was the Labrador, who just stood his ground and put his fists up. Falco sighed and pulled out his blaster and placed the barrel at the thug's head. The Labrador's pupils diluted and he slowly put his fists down.
Falco smirked, "Yeah, I thought so."
He then nudged his head towards the exit, the Labrador took the hint and ran out the saloon, with literally his tail between his legs. Blaster still in hand, Falco looked down at a semi-conscious Johns, who had pieces of beer bottle stuck to his face. Instead of giving a smirk, he just looked bitter as he thought about their common history.
The guys who had just tried to stick Falco were part of the gang that he and Katt were part of a decade ago. Originally a racing outfit, Johns had wanted to move it in other directions, namely crime that pays well, like smuggling. At first Falco and Katt had liked that idea, but during their first operation the Cornerian army apprehended the both of them.
They were given an ultimatum. Ten years hard labour on Katina or betray their fellow gang members. They closet the latter, and ended up regretting it ever since. It was also one of the factors which kept them apart and seeking a romantic relationship, though they were good at keeping it inside them and looking like it didn't bother them.
But now…
"You waited ten years to get back at me, only to be lying flat on your back?" Falco queried, then sneered again, "Pathetic."
He then reached into his wallet and pulled out a hundred, where he let it float slowly down towards Johns' large belly. He then turned toward the barkeep, pulled out a couple of hundreds, and slapped them onto the bar.
"Sorry about the mess."
The barkeep smiled and took the money, "That'll make broken table number 43. Goddamn this old-styled bar."
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Soon Falco and Katt were walking shoulder in shoulder along the park footpath, the stars and the moon shined down upon the couple, who had been silent ever since Falco knocked that chauvinist of a Rottweiler down on his back. Katt noticed that Falco's eyes focussed upwards into the sky, where she smiled lightly.
"Hey Falco," she begun.
"Hmm?" Falco huffed lightly, moving his eyes towards her.
"Thanks for taking care of those mutts back there," Katt said, "God knows what they would have done."
Falco smirked and looked fully at him, "Heh, nobody talks to my girl like that and leaves without a broken jaw."
Katt's eyes widened in surprised, before she too smirked, "What makes you think I'm your girl?"
"I don't think," Falco grinned, "I know, babe."
"Falco."
Katt frowned, then giggled and playfully punched him in the arm, the avian pushed her slightly, only be shoved back by the feline, who laughed slightly. Falco retaliated with a sharp kiss to the mouth, where they both held it for a few seconds…only to pull back once they had realised what they were doing. They both looked at one another in shock.
"Er…Falco?"
"Katt?'
"What did we just do?"
Falco looked confused, "We just kissed. Why?"
Katt looked at him, slightly sad looking, "I know that. Why now?"
Falco frowned, quickly realising what she was getting out. How that they had never displayed affection for another during their time spent together as 'more than friends.' It was never possible, since one way or another they were in conflict. Whether it was against rival space gangs or against Andross' rebel forces, they were always separated and trapped within the hulls of their fighters.
Falco and Katt remembered that when they had first met one another, they couldn't stand each other. But through their long forgotten years together and the trials they faced what they felt for each other was blossoming romance and love. But they never expressed it towards one another. And that fact there was also Falco's cynical, previously selfish ego and (to him) Katt's overly annoying flirting nature didn't help one bit.
But now, as they realised, they finally had their chance to reveal what they truly thought of one another.
"Oh, don't start," Falco said, "You've always been after my tail feather, and now I'm returning the favour."
Katt's face softened, "Yeah, but why now?"
Falco sighed and looked straight ahead down the winding park footpath, "Let's just say I don't have much to worry…wait…make that anything to worry about any more."
Katt's eyes widened, "You mean…?"
Falco nodded, his eyes softened as the both of them stared into each other's eyes, "Yeah. I'm finally gonna cut the crap for good."
Katt was motionless for a few seconds, before she too smiled and they leaned in to kiss one another deeply. She felt her heart sour within her chest as the one she loved was finally returning his feelings. To her it didn't matter that it took this long for him to finally admit his feelings for her. Falco for once was glad that there wasn't any more conflict in this system. It gave him time to focus on the things that really mattered.
Her.
When they finally pulled back for air, Katt smiled and tapped on the beak, where Falco smirked and lifted her off his feet. She giggled slightly, the both of them not minding that they were in public, even at this time of night.
"So what do we do now?" Katt asked teasingly.
Still smirking, Falco asked, "I can think of a thousand things to do now. But not here."
"Yours or mine?"
"How about mine?"
"That'll work."
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Later that night, Fox was slumped all over the couch as he flicked through the channels of his room's widescreen television set. He yawned as he realised that every one of the 450 channels all over Lylat had the same, sad thing…Victory Day, even the Cooking Channels and the Kiddie's channels. Realising he wasn't going to come across anything good he just flicked the set off and tossed the remote behind him onto the bed.
He looked over at the clock on the wall…
'Ten-thirty,' he thought, 'Better turn in and get ready for the screaming masses when we're paraded down Main Street in the morning.'
He got up and drew the window curtains, before he tucked his fingers under the bands of his shirt and pulled it off. As he was about to reach for his pants, someone knocked on his door. He stopped what he was doing and stepped over to the door, where he peered through the peephole.
It was Krystal, only that she didn't seem to be tired and was fully dressed, which was very unlike her as she was always asleep before 9:30 most nights. Fox put his shirt back on and opened the door. Krystal smiled softly upon seeing him.
"Good evening, Fox," Krystal greeted.
Fox returned the smile, "Hey, Krys."
Noticing his shirt was off, she said, "I hope I haven't intruded on anything."
He shook his head, "Never. Would you…?'
Fox blushed slightly and looked at the floor, where Krystal's eyes narrowed amusingly.
"…like to come in?"
Krystal nodded, "I love to. I…I really need to talk to someone."
Fox stepped back and allowed Krystal to walk into his room. He instantly pushed out any dirty, immoral thoughts out of his head as he bent over towards the floor and put his shirt and vest back on. To Fox this was a near cliched scenario, and with it comes the basic equation, which was always this: Two people + one hotel room Limitless possibilities…all sensuous to think about. But Fox was better than that, and so was Krystal.
He turned to her, "You couldn't sleep?"
Krystal sat on the couch and looked at him closely, hands resting on her lap, "I haven't been trying to. I've got to much to sort out to even consider resting my eyes."
Fox stepped over to her, where she scooted over and allowed him to sit at the opposite end.
"Can I ask you what?" Fox asked.
Krystal sighed, "It's about a lot of things, Fox. And they've been tearing me up inside."
"If you need to talk about it," Fox asked, smiling, "I'm your fox."
Krystal smiled and leaned over to kiss him, "Thanks. But…"
She looked down at her feet. Fox upon shaking himself out of his trance of bliss courtesy of the vixen who had just kissed him, looked at her with concern.
"But what?"
"I'm afraid of what you might think," Krystal said, "It's something I once again hid from you and Falco. And that' s always been my worst habit."
Fox smiled reassuringly at her once again, "You don't have to. Whatever you have to tell me, I won't think of you any differently."
Krystal eyes widened, hearing his friendly response. She then nodded and inhaled softly, readying herself for what she had to say.
"A couple of months ago," she said, "I think I heard Jacques call out to me."
Fox's eyes widened, "What?"
"I was meditating," Krystal went on, "When I heard Jacques call my name. And it felt like he was in pain."
"In pain?" Fox queried as he felt tension build up, "You mean…?"
Krystal looked at him, eyes tense and nearing tears, "I think something bad has happened to him, but I don't know that for sure."
She looked away from him, not wanting Fox to see her tears. Fox looked at her sadly, where he sighed as he shuffled closer to her and grasped her by the shoulders, persuading her to look his way. When she did so, she could see that familiar reassuringly smile on his face.
"Jacques is at smart as he is tough," Fox explained, "I'm sure he'd be able to get himself out of trouble if it came his way."
Krystal looked at Fox, eyesbrows queered in confusion, "What are you…?"
Fox narrowed his eyes slightly, "When you heard Jacques, did he sound like he was dying?"
"No."
"We don't know for sure if he is alive or not," Fox continued, "But my best bet is that he's still alive and kicking. And whatever had just crossed his path would be nothing compared to what we went through last year…together.
Krystal began to see the sense in his words, which was to always stay positive.
"Are you certain?" Krystal asked.
Fox kissed her forehead and replied, "Positive."
Krystal smiled brightly and reached forward to embrace Fox. They shared another brushing of lips as they held each other tightly. After a minute they pulled back, where they stretched out on the sofa, and exhaled gently.
"Anything else?" Fox asked.
Krystal nodded, the smile fading away from her, "Yes. After I heard Jacques, someone else contacted me."
Fox looked over at her again, interested, "Who?"
She stared back at him. He could once again see the tension in her eyes, where he himself prepped himself to hear some more bad news.
"I think I was paid a mental visit by one of Chaos' champions," Krystal explained.
Fox's eyes widened as he shuffled to sit completely up on the sofa, "Chaos? Who?"
"Abaddon the Despoiler," Krystal responded, "The true mastermind behind Oikonny's operations last year."
Fox shook his head gently, being overwhelmed with so much information, and the fact that Chaos was once again tormenting Krystal from God-knows where in the universe; and if not in this universe, somewhere at least on this plane of existence.
"What did he want?" Fox asked, feeling his blood run hot and a look of determination crossed his face, "Did he try to hurt you?"
Krystal was alarmed at seeing Fox like this, but still she explained, "He said to enjoy this peace for as long as it lasts, and that he was going to see me soon so we could talk."
Fox sighed as soon as he took all that in, "You really should have told me once he invaded your brain, Krystal. Why tell me now after a couple of months?"
Krystal rubbed the back of her head, looking down at her feet, "I…I don't know."
She looked back at Fox, he looked back at her in a serious matter, "Do you think Chaos would try to attack Lylat again."
Krystal thought for a moment, before she drew upon the knowledge bestowed upon her by Jacques and explained, "That wouldn't be possible. Chaos' only way into the material universe, especially the Despoiler, would be to come from the Eye of Terror, near the Cadian star system. Most of the Cadian military is devoted to repelling the invaders from the Eye and nothing has ever breached it's defences."
"You're sure about that?" Fox asked.
Krystal nodded, "Jacques told me. His word is always truth."
Fox was silent for a few seconds, before he exhaled and chuckled slightly, "Boy, Krystal…you gave me quite a scare for a second."
Krystal laughed slightly, seeing Fox taking this well.
"So this is nothing to worry about?" Fox asked again, "We don't need to alert the Lylatian Military and tell them to prepare for a full Chaos outbreak?
Krystal smiled, "Nope."
"Thank God," Fox said humorously, before pretending to wipe his forehead, "We don't need to tell Peppy about this, right?"
The vixen shook her head, "No. The defences around the Eye are the Imperium's problem. And they've always held back the dark tides."
"Yeah," Fox muttered, before adding, "But none other like Jacques Mortensen."
"Yes," Krystal agreed, "None other like him."