Chapter Six
Returning Home for Cigs
March 20, 2016
10:00 Hours CST
Cornerian Orbit
Dean woke the next morning with a terrible craving.
"Damn I need some cigs, bad," Dean mumbled to himself.
Suddenly he noticed that someone was curled up in his arms. Upon looking down he noticed that Krystal was lying there in all of her glory.
What the fuck? Dean thought.
He continued to just lie there and listen to her deep breathing and she slept.
Finally about thirty minutes later Krystal finally started to awaken and Dean continued to lay there and watch her. When she woke up she looked up at Dean and kissed him with the most passionate kiss yet.
"Good morning Dean Williams," Krystal gasped when she finally broke the amazing kiss for some air.
"I suggest that you don't kiss me like that again," Dean muttered.
"And why is that?" Krystal asked.
"Because if you do, then we are going to go at it like last night aga-" Dean was cut off as Krystal kissed him again but this time with more passion.
Their tongues met and wrestled and fought for control over the other. Finally Dean couldn't take it anymore and grasped Krystal ass with more force than he intended. Krystal moaned and then squealed with so much intensity that it was an instant turn-on for him. As his erection neared it full power it bumped against Krystal's womanhood, Dean felt something wet hit his thigh. Dean broke the kiss and cocked an eyebrow at Krystal, and she giggled in response to his unasked question.
"Yes that was fast." Krystal muttered as she reached between them and grabbed his shaft.
She started to stroke him slowly at first and then slowly started to add speed to her stroking.
"Damn Krys you better stop that shit," Dean muttered.
"Give me three reasons why," Krystal muttered going even faster.
"One Gotta get up and get ready for my return trip to Earth for more cigs. Two gotta go get more weed. And three, I like to do this kind of stuff at night, not first thing in the morning," Dean muttered as she gave him one final stroke and then released him with a look of sadness on her face. "Sorry Krys," Dean muttered and try to kiss her and cheer her up. But she read his thoughts and then she shook her head.
"Nothing will cheer me up right now except one thing..." Krystal said and ran her fingertip up Dean's cheek.
Dean got out of bed and draped the tattered remains of his shirt around his shoulders to ward off the cold.
"Music On-line," Dean snapped.
"Choose Genre..." the AI Chris snapped back.
"Metal."
"Choose Band..."
"Three Days Grace."
"Choose Album..."
"One-X."
"Choose Track..."
"Animal I Have Become."
"Playing..."
Need to get an updated version of the AI from Slippy. This one is too damn annoying.
Krystal giggled.
Dean looked at her and smiled and her smile vanished immediately. He shrugged and went to get in the shower. After he got out of the shower he got dressed and then he noticed that Krystal was lying in the bed looking at him expectantly.
"What you want to come along to Earth?" Dean asked.
"Yes I want to come along," Krystal said with a excited look upon her face. "I want to see the home world of my future mate."
Dean blushed, looked away and finished getting dressed. As soon as her was done he rummaged through his closet and pulled out a pair of Blue-Jeans and a Halo Reach T-Shirt. He tossed them at Krystal.
"You will need to wear these when you go to Earth or the fan-boys will go crazy."
"Oh they will will they?" Krystal asked. Are you one of the crazed fan-boys?"
"After last night I would have to say that I am..."
"Well then you are one lucky fan-boy."
"I guess that I am the very lucky fan-boy..." Dean muttered. "But anyway we need to get going. To earth for more cigs and weed."
Krystal through on the clothes that Dean had thrown at her in a hurry and fixed her hair and then the two were out the door. As they were walking down the hallway Falco stopped them. Or stopped Dean.
"Hey motherfucker that fist hurt last night. I think that it is time for some payback." the bird muttered.
"What? Huh? Cant hear you birdie." Dean nagged him on trying to make him madder.
Falco swung in a drunken stupor. Dean bobbed his swing and tried to grab the birds fists before he hurt himself.
"Now now birdie that's not the way to solve your problems. The way too solve them is to sit down and talk about them like men. Eh? Ouch!"
Dean ducked and then blocked Falco's first two suddenly sober punches but had his ass handed to him on the third swing. Dean picked himself up off the floor and grabbed Falco's wrists, harder this time.
"Ya know what Falco?" Dean asked as he gave Falco his elbow to munch on. I'm tired of your shit. Do you understand me? You...have...been...giving...me...a...hard...time...ever...since...I...joined...Starfox." Every word was a hit that Dean landed on Falco. "Now it is time that you learned that I am not Slippy and cannot be pushed around like a nobody. Because guess what? Unlike Slippy I...fight...back. And I...wont...tolerate...it. Understand?"
Falco nodded from his bloody huddle on the ground.
Dean looked at Krystal who was watching Fox make his way down the hallway with a frightened look on her face.
"Oops. Hey Fox...heh heh." Dean muttered when Fox looked at Falco.
"It's about time somebody beat him to a pulp," Fox muttered as he passed looking at Falco. "Maybe now he won't be such a jerk to everybody."
Falco shook his head in misery.
"Hey Fox I gotta make a trip to earth for more cigs and weed and I'm going to take Krys here with me, Cool?"
"Yeah make it quick though," Fox said. "I got a feeling that something bad is about to happen. And I don't want to get stuck with half of my team and my best pilot in the Riemann Sector, if something goes terribly wrong..."
Dean started counting on his fingers...
Hmm, the Aparoid Wars don't take place for another year and some months... So what is Fox worried about?
Krystal sensed his curiosity and his worry and decided to comment on it later. She snapped out of her thoughts and realized that Dean was speaking to her.
"...to go?" Dean asked.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention Dean please say that again..."
She felt a fierce wave of jealousy and something like ownership rush through Dean's emotions even though it was so sudden that even she almost missed it.
"Are you ready to go?" Dean asked his voice smooth.
"Yeah," Krystal answered wondering how he hid his emotions so smoothly.
"This is Dean Williams of Starfox to Cornerian Gate Control..."
"Cornerian Gate Control," a sweet slightly Tomboyish voice came back over the channel. "How can I be of service to the Starfox team today?"
"I need a warp to the Riemann Sector, Sol System, Third Planet, please..."
"Roger that scanning for that sector please stand-by..."
"Roger..."
"So Dean," Krystal muttered to him over the comm link. "Are you going to tell me how you know so much about me and the rest of the Starfox team?"
"I'll show you later..."
"Sector located warp ready have a nice vacation..." the voice said as a picture of the speaker appeared.
Miyu Seraph...
Dean punched the afterburners and G-Diffusers to maximum and shot toward the now pulsing warp gate.
As soon as he shot through the gate his radio was overloaded with chatter from the panicking humans.
"Unknown aircraft identify yourselves or be shot down immediately...this is the order of the president of the United States of America..."
I should have told Miyu to drop me behind the moon instead of directly into the atmosphere...this is what happens...paranoid fools...oh well...
"This is Dean Williams of the US Air Force." Dean radioed back. "Identification code: Alpha Tango Sierra 4256, copy?"
"Ah, the Flying Demon...You are ordered to land at Carswell Air Force base for debriefing. By the way Demon the General is pissed about something and suggest that you keep your head down in there..."
"Roger that, and thanks for the heads up." Dean called back over the comm channel. "Hey have some cigs for me waiting will you? Newport 100's please since I cant go get them..."
"You've been AWOL for two months and you show back up with Alien tech and an Alien tagging along." General Wilkerson said bending over and getting in Dean's face.
Krystal leaned away from the enraged Human.
"General, General, General..." Dean muttered taking a drag off of his Newport and blowing his after-smoke in Wilkerson's face causing the big General to back up. "Now that is the shit...a month without cigs and now a Newport...ahh."
"Why do I feel like you are not taking me seriously?" Wilkerson snarled in Dean's face.
"Because I'm not? I solved the Japanese uprising in three hours, the Nuclear Bluff in a week and you're in my face because I left the solar system, made friends with the your Alien equivalent, the ruler of the Alien solar system, which is called Lylat by the way, earned a place in the most elite mercenary squad in the Galaxy...Hmm, need I go any further?"
"No..." Wilkerson muttered.
I guess I put him back in his place. Dean thought at Krystal. Two months gone and he turns into an asshole without me...sad.
Krystal giggled.
Wilkerson looked at Krystal with a look of surprise, like he hadn't expected her to move or make a sound for that matter.
"So what is the matter General? What got you soo worked up that you need the great Flying Demon to take care of? Hmm?"
"We're in the beginning stages of World War III..." Wilkerson muttered. "And we're getting our ass handed to us. Russia revealed a Laser that keeps taking out our most skilled aircraft pilots that we keep sending to take out the damn thing..."
"World War III? No problem. Laser? No biggie. I got shields on my new ride."
"Well then go take the damn thing out! Now!" Wilkerson said.
"Alright..damn. Not even home for three minutes and you send me on a bullshit mission."