AFTER A LONG WAIT, IT'S HERE! SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."

-Franklin D. Roosevelt

Chapter 2: Premonitions

Dredd's throne towered over the ground in front of him. He wore nothing special, just his black cloak. His two Generals, a white hound and brown one, stood on opposite sides of the throne. He held a translucent touchpad that had a map of the Lylat System. He saw that they had control of Katina, and that his fleet was already heading for Zoness to surprise the Cornerian forces there. The pad shut off as he lowered it to the ground in front of him.

"The fleet will reach Zoness soon, sir," the white hound informed him. Dredd rolled his eyes.

"I know General Montana, it's quite obvious," Dredd replied coldly. Nicolas Montana, the white hound, was one of the two generals of the Katinian Empire. He nodded and shook his head.

"Leave me," Dredd ordered. The two hounds lowered their heads and marched out of the throne room. Dredd sighed and dug into his pocket. He pulled out his precious green crystal. He couldn't help but stare at it. Its bright, green light shone in his eyes, causing them to glisten. The wolf closed a fist around it. He shut his eyes and bared his teeth.

All of Lylat will be mine!

"5 minutes from Aquas, Marcus," Timothy informed him. The bridge of the Great Fox IV was occupied by only three, Marcus, Timothy, and Falco. Falco sat in his personal chair with headphones in. He lay back with his hands under his head. His head bobbed as Muse's "Hysteria" blasted into his ears. Timothy had his eyes focused on the screen in front of him, watching for updates on the Cornerian Army Feed. Marcus nodded from his own chair.

"Good," Marcus said, nodding. Timothy shook his head.

"Excuse me for asking this but, why exactly are we going here?" Timothy asked. Marcus turned in his chair. He looked to Falco to make sure he couldn't hear him.

We're going to see an old friend. Timothy's ears shot up straight. He looked over to Marcus.

"Did you…" Timothy began.

"Yeah," Marcus said, smiling. "I did."

Timothy shook his head and growled. He knew that Krystal had been teaching him things. Timothy had always considered her to be a rival, someone that was always one step ahead of him besides his father, who was one step ahead of everyone. Timothy wasn't just jealous, he was annoyed. Marcus could mess with him all he wanted, and Timothy couldn't stop him without beating him, which he could do.

Timothy turned his chair to his screen.

"Don't you ever do that again!" Timothy got straight with him. Marcus was shocked at his sudden hostility. He shook his head.

"I had a feeling you would say that. My mother warned me about that. She said that Coyote was the same way with her," Marcus explained.

"Enough about Krystal!" Timothy yelled. He was actually angry this time. He stood up from his chair and marched to him. "She's not here, and neither is my father! Now, you better stop with this telepathy madness, before we have a problem!"

Falco had finally realized what was going on and pulled his headphones off.

"Hey, none of that!" he yelled.

"Shut up!" Timothy yelled back to him. "This has nothing to do with you!"

"I don't give a f**k if it does or not! You better straighten up before I get straight with you!"

Timothy stared him down, almost challenging him to come near. Timothy's fist clenched.

Don't do it. Calm yourself!

"Get out of my head you witch!" Timothy yelled, driving his fist into a panel. The voice was Krystal's, no doubt. He had no understanding of why she was always telling him things in his head. He growled and stomped down the docking bay hall.

"Where are you going?!" Falco demanded. Timothy didn't stop and replied.

"To have a talk face-to-face with someone and settle this!" Timothy shouted back. Falco attempted to run after him, but Marcus stopped him.

"Let him go, he needs this," Marcus told him. Falco turned and shook his head.

"I don't even know what's going on!" Falco complained. Marcus shook his head and slashed his hand in the air, gesturing him to silence himself. Timothy's ship shot out of the bay and blasted off in his hyperjump. Marcus shut his eyes and shook his head. Falco tried to change the subject.

"Why are we here?" he asked. Marcus nodded and turned towards the bridge window.

"To meet an old friend, and add another member," Marcus replied. Falco's smile ceased and he sighed.

"Really? More toads?" he complained. "Just great, I'll have to save his a** again."

Marcus smirked and shook his head. The blue planet of Aquas was upon them and the Great Fox IV had hit the atmosphere. Before long, it had broken the cloud cover and they saw the vast Aquas Ocean. The massive ship came near the lone island that was quite industrialized and inhabited. Though most species lived in the ocean, some preferred the many islands scattered around the planet.

The Great Fox IV docked onto a hangar bay, but they couldn't enter due to the ship's size. Instead, a long hall attached itself to the ship's exit hall. The two walked down it and were met by some frog guards.

"Who are you here to see?" one of them asked.

"Slippy Toad, sir," Marcus answered as Falco rolled his eyes. The guard nodded and let them pass. They came into a large lobby full of people there to see loved ones or to find a job. The two looked around and they picked out the familiar green toad. They walked over to him as soon as their eyes met. He was followed by a taller pink toad and a young, orange toad. Marcus shook hands with Slippy.

"Nice to finally meet you Marcus," Slippy commented as they shook hands.

"It is," he replied. Marcus looked over to the orange toad.

"You must be Drew," he asked. The orange toad nodded.

"Welcome to the team."

The hall was lit by lights along the wall. A lone yellow coyote made his way down the hall until he made it to the door he wished to get to. He knocked and stood still. Someone answered, but it wasn't the one he wanted to see. The vulpine known as Fox McCloud answered. He immediately recognized the coyote, but was shocked to see his angry expression.

"Where's Krystal?" Timothy asked coldly. Fox didn't just let him go by. He nodded, but as Timothy came by, he stopped him.

"Touch her, and I will beat you," Fox whispered. Timothy ignored him. He came into the main room. He saw her, the one who had been inside his head for so long. He stood straight and crossed his arms and met her eyes.

"You have 10 seconds to explain why the h**l you're in my head," Timothy threatened. Krystal didn't flinch or shudder. She met his gaze with no fear. She decided that he needed to know.

"Why? Well, since you're Coyote's son, you have great power in you, more than anyone else in this world. And, the fact that both of your parents didn't have telepathy, your skills are doubled, but your sensitivity to telepathy is a fourth of most Cerinians. Thus, your control and stability is not as high as it should be. I'm surprised Coyote managed. He had his moments and was filled with intense rage in some situations. What I'm trying to say is, I'm helping you control your power. Without me, you'd be dead already," Krystal finished. The last line enraged Timothy.

"Dead?! No! I would be better off without you! I don't need to be controlled by a witch!" Timothy screamed. Fox had had enough.

"Enough! Now, Krystal, you'd better leave him alone and let him walk his own path. Timothy, you need to stop insulting my wife and get the h**l out of here!" Fox exclaimed. Timothy's rage increased. He was almost about to swing at Fox, but he held back and ran out of the apartment. He needed to find someone else, and he knew exactly who.