And here goes another one. Not quite as long as I hoped. Anyway, enjoy!

Tereja was not the kind of planet you chose to live on. Most of the people didn't even know Tereja existed and those who did know didn't want to live there. Its surface mostly consisted of rocks and sand, a few creeks here and there and of course the huts of the Terejan natives. They were made out of what seemed like clay and mud which the wind dried and hardened out. They had the shape of an orb with its lower half buried in the sand.

When Fox, Krystal and Dexter reached the surface they were greeted by a devastating sandstorm. They could hear the sand clashing with their wind shields, carving small scratches into the glass. Fox sighed; Slippy would probably kill him for it. He looked around and noticed that Dexter was already outside his fighter. He had his white scarf bound around his beak and wore visors that worked like sunglasses. In addition he had a headset on his right ear, so hear could speak to the others despite the noise the storm made. This was when Fox noticed that the raven was actually left handed, for Dexter had his blaster holstered on the left side. Fox shook his head again. I should stop being surprised. He manages to do that far too often.

While Dexter was outside, Fox and Krystal put on their helmets that provided the same services as Dexter's outfit. The two vulpines jumped out of their Arwings and landed on the sand, the noise of their impact was completely swallowed by the howling of the sandstorm they were in. Dexter raised his hand to his headset "Can you hear me?" he asked. Fox nodded while Krystal took a look around. "Yup, loud and clear" she said finally. Dexter nodded and scanned the area. "Hmm, I don't see any kind of outpost here. Maybe it's the storm or it blew up in the explosion as well" his voice sounded strange due to his headset. "ROB, can you tell us where the outpost exactly is? If it's still standing, that is" the vulpine asked but it actually sounded more like and order. "The outpost lies 1.385 miles to the north-east of your current position. Unable to check for signs of life, the sandstorm clouds the scanner" ROB said. "Guess we'll have to walk then. Stick together, I imagine it's quite easy to get lost out here" Fox proposed and with that the trio set off into the desert of Tereja.

It took almost 2 hours before the outpost came in sight. The shifting sand and the storm made walking very difficult. They barely spoke the entire time they were walking. The only thing that disturbed the silence was Dexter's cursing from time to time. "Strange, the explosion should have obliterated this place. How is it possible that it still stands?" Krystal asked over the com. "I guess it must've been shielded somehow" Fox replied and tipped his wrist communicator. "Hey Slippy do you read any energy signatures down here?" he queried. "Nothing out of the ordinary. All the values are as they should be" the green toad answered. "Maybe we should take a look inside that outpost? Maybe there is someone inside who needs help!" Krystal demanded. "Wouldn't you sense someone in there?" Fox asked which made Dexter looking at him with a frown. The vulpine pointed over to the blue vixen that now had closed her eyes and mouthed a 'telepath'. Dexter just nodded and turned his head back to the building, scanning it for any signs of danger.

"The storm is covering everything. I can barely sense you around me although you stand right next to me. So if there is someone inside, I wouldn't know" she confessed. "Let's take a look inside then. Standing here won't help anyone" Fox explained.

Dexter's gaze was still focused on the building in front of him. It was of usual Cornerian architecture but a voice in his head was telling him not to go inside. He had a feeling that there were things inside that he'd rather not know of. But if Fox wanted to go inside he wouldn't object, he'd rather be able to watch his friend's (that thing still sounded weird inside his head) back. "I have a bad feeling about this" he murmured before following the two foxes through the door.

As soon as they passed the door said voice inside Dexter was screaming at him to turn around and get as far away from this place as possible. He banished the thought from his mind and focused on the task ahead. The corridors were made of dark blue metal plates and every few steps there was a light on the wall. This however, was unable to spend light for the entire corridor so there were spots filled with dark shadows. Each corridor was a drenched in a mixture of black and blue colors. Dexter didn't understand how people could be working here willingly; those walls would make you depressive and anxious in no time. There were a few doors here and there but not a single thing was out of the ordinary behind them. He couldn't shake off the feeling that they were being watched; yet he couldn't see anyone and all the cameras were obviously turned off. Dexter took the rearguard and was now walking backwards, blaster in aiming position. They moved silently through the dark building and nothing looked strange, apart from the lack of personnel. "I don't like this. No signs of a fight, neither bullet holes nor corpses. Something is just not right here" Dexter whispered. He felt his whole body tensing; he'd rather be facing someone now than walking around these creepy halls.

As they rounded another corner they found themselves in room that looked like some kind of research lab. Dexter closed the door behind them and holstered his blaster before he took a look around. The room was in the same color as the rest of the building yet it had more lights in it which made it appear less disturbing. There was a smaller room inside the lab that had an entrance that was shaped like a door but there was none. It was just a gap in the wall actually. "Maybe there's something on those computers" Dexter mentioned and moved towards what seemed like the main server of the station. He inserted a device that would create a copy of the server's hard-drive and started browsing through the files stored on it.

Meanwhile Fox and Krystal moved inside the smaller room and peeked around. "I wonder what they use this for. I mean there is just nothing here" Fox wondered as he looked around the room. "I don't know. And I'm not quite sure whether I want to find out, this place scares me. Why is no one here, why are there no signs of anything" Krystal whispered. "I still can't sense anyone in here. That is just weird, there is nothing here that would cover any thought patterns" she explained rather angered. She felt help- and useless right now.

"Um, guys I think I've got something here" Dexter called from across the room sounding rather startled. But just as the two vulpines were about to exit the small spare room a wall of light appeared before them. Fox ran right into it and was knocked down to the ground. "Ouch! You think that's funny Dexter?" Fox growled. The raven looked up from the screen in front of him with a questioning look on his face. "I didn't trigger anything here. Did you step on something?" as asked. Krystal inspected the floor around where Fox was sitting now. "No, there is nothing here. What does that mean?" she asked a bit frightened. "That we're not alone" Fox hissed. Just as he had said the door to the lab swung open which caused Dexter to spin around and pull his blaster into aiming position in the process. But when he realized what, or rather who, was standing in front of him, all color faded from his face.

A raven in dark clothing stood in front of him and before Dexter could even think of anything to say, a dark and somehow twisted voice spoke "Hello my dear brother!"

Meanwhile Peppy and Slippy were getting more and more concerned. They lost Fox's signal when they entered the building and not one of the ground team had reported in so far. Slippy kept adjusting his position in the chair he was in while Peppy' eyes got darker with every passing minute. "Something bad is going on down there" the elder hare whispered.

"T-T-Terry?" Dexter's voice seemed to have completely lost its strength. He stood there, paralyzed, and could not quite belief what he saw. But he would never forget that voice although it had a twisted nuance to it. "B-But you are…" his voice failed its duty once more. "Dead?" the other raven finished for him and a spine-chilling laughter escaped his throat. "Then how is it possible that I am standing right in front of you now?" Terry said. He was a bit taller than Dexter but it was obvious that they were family. They had the same eyes yet Terry's had no hint of the serenity Dexter had in his gray-blue eyes. Instead they showed madness, power-hunger and chaos. "I see my little brother has made some famous friends" Terry exclaimed as he noticed Fox and Krystal in the cell they were now in. Dexter was still unable to move and he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that his elder brother was alive. "And here I thought my brother turned into a loner after my tragic death" Terry said and another of his sinister laughs filled the otherwise silent room.

Just about then realization hit Dexter's mind. Not only had his brother faked his death but also had been watching him without calling or a note that he was alive. Dexter holstered his blaster again and his voice seemed to have regained some of its former strength. "So Andross didn't kill you" the younger raven hisses. "Why, thanks for pointing out the obvious! You always had a nick for that, little brother" Terry said with a smirk on his face. Dexter decided to ignore that comment. "And you didn't deem it necessary to inform me of your survival? You watched me suffer and did nothing about it?" he barked, rage slowly replacing the initial shock. "As far as I remember you couldn't stand other people's suffering" he went on. Terry just smiled. "That was before the master opened my eyes!" he almost yelled in insane admiration. "What master?" Dexter asked; the former shock in his eyes completely replaced by rage. Terry lowered his head while his pupils almost turned inside his head which left only the white eyeball. With an insane grin he shouted out one word:

"Andross!"

Upon hearing that name Dexter's expression turn from shock and a little joy that his brother was alive into pure hatred. It seemed like his whole body screamed for blood right then. "You. Are .Not. My. Brother" was all Dexter was able to say due to the anger coursing through him. "Is that so? Well, if it is then I have no use for you!" Terry scoffed. Something inside Dexter snapped; every bit of pity he might have had for his lost brother was replaced by contempt and anger. Without thinking about it he leapt towards his brother while his hands made their way to each end of his head in order to snap his neck. But before he could do his bloody task, Terry shoved his hands away and kicked Dexter in the stomach, sending him a few feet away. With both ravens taking battle stances their deadly dance begun.

They circled each other for what seemed like hours, neither of them wanted to let their guards down. Their faces showed no emotion just pure focus on what they were doing. Suddenly Dexter leapt forward and spun around in order to land a back-hand knuckle punch on Terry's temple. Terry side-stepped and slammed his knee into Dexter's kidney, sending him to the ground choking. "Pathetic. Remember, you could never defeat me. Stop fighting what's inside your blood and join me!" the mad raven screamed while he moved closer to his brother. Still on his knees, Dexter let his brother approach until he was inches away from him. All of a sudden Dexter jumped up from his position and placed an uppercut directly under his brother's chin which made Terry fly a little through the room. He landed with his spine on rim of a table and let out a painful growl. As Dexter approached Terry again he failed to notice his hand reaching for his belt. As Dexter got close enough for another punch, Terry's right hand dashed forward and a sharp pain went through the right side of Dexter's head. His mere instincts forced him to close his eyes just before the impact. He jumped back and felt some kind of liquid running down his features. He moved his hand up and noticed it was actually blood. He looked back to Terry and noticed a bloody knife in his hand. That will leave a scar. And obviously my brother is serious in his attempt to kill me. I'm sorry, bro. With that all the very last bit of hesitation vanished.

Terry approached Dexter once more, a wicked grin on his face. Suddenly he leapt forward and jabbed his knife towards his stomach. Yet Dexter saw it coming and managed to grab his brother's wrist and twisted it violently which resulted in an awful cracking sound and Terry dropping the knife while he yelled in pain. Dexter however gave him no time to recover. Still holding a firm grip on his brother's broken wrist he hammered his other fist into his chest hoping to hit his solar plexus. As Terry broke down gasping for air, Dexter moved close to him and whispered into his ear "If you're lucky you will find it hard to breath for the next two weeks. If not, you'll die in approximately half an hour". His defeated brother's eyes widened in horror "You wouldn't kill your own flesh and blood, would you?" all superiority in his voice was gone.

"My brother died 8 years ago" was all he got for an answer.