Well, Hello again. Better late than just leave my few readers hanging. (By the way, I absolutely hate when authors leave their faithful readers without any kind of closure with the story. If I can make an ending from it, I will. When I can't, then I get pissed.) Anyway.......... I did write pieces of other chapters, one reason this one took a while. No doubt the next one will take some time too. I changed the name, for three reasons, two of which would ruin the story should they be revealed. the third simply is, It sounds cooler and more interesting. So say goodbye to Revolutions and Hello to The Ghost of You. Enjoy.

Ethan sat on the bridge of his ship, again staring out through the large front windows at the planet below him.. He held the blaster he had taken from Kale, carefully looking it over. It had been two days, but still nothing from Fox, and he still hadn't a clue as to his plan. He knew two things: his only chance at getting his bounty off was to go to Kew, and he was pretty much dead whether or not he went.

He pulled up the nearby keyboard attached to the captain's seat and pressed several keys. He paused for a moment and pressed a few more. The screen in front of him crackled to life, and a few moments later, a canine appeared on screen.

"Ethan? What's-"

"Jase," Ethan interrupted, holding up a hand. "I'm going to Kew. I found them."

"What are you, insane? What do you think you'll accomplish by getting yourself murdered out there?"

"Well, I thought I'd go 'negotiate' my bounty with the ones that set it. Better than waiting to die."

"Ethan, I've known you quite some time. Just long enough to know I'm not changing your mind. But I'm sure this won't end well... What is that?"

"Remember Kale? Well, we met up and he left it with me. He's not dead though, I think.. Nice blaster, huh? A few mods, but I like it." Ethan held up the blaster for Jason to get a better look.

"Look, I know you're going to go through with this, and there's not much I can say to you. Just... just try not to die, okay?"

A smile crept across Ethan's face. "Not good with words, like always. Great advice, though, I think I might just try that. I'll be leaving by tomorrow, I'll call when I'm done, thought you might like to hear the news that I haven't kicked it. See ya then," He said, adding a slightly sarcastic wave.

"Don't do anything stupid." The line cut, and just minutes later another caller was announced. The call was patched through to reveal none other than Fox McCloud.

"Ethan? I assume you still plan on going to Kew? Speaking of which, you look pretty damn happy for a dead man," Fox said in reaction to the smile across Ethan's face.

"Eh, I have my ways. And yeah, I'm still going. Why, did you find out anything else?"

"Nothing immediately relevant. I'd like to ask a favor of you, actually."

"Yeah, sure, what do you need?"

"I would like to accompany you to Kew. The Great Fox is gone, and I can't get there in my arwing. That is, if you wouldn't mind lending me a hand."

"Fox, you have no idea. That is the least I could do for you. My ship's still in orbit. Just come on up when you're ready."

"Thanks a lot. I guess I'll see you soon." The connection closed, and Ethan stood up and walked off down the hall, mumbling to himself.

"Yeah, Fox. You really have no idea..."

A few hours passed before the intercom sounded in the kitchen, where Ethan had been for quite some time.

"A ship has requested to dock. Ship model: Arwing Mk. II, pilot identified as Fox McCloud."

"Let him in. Tell him I'll be right down." Ethan pushed himself out of his chair and started off toward the docking bay. The silence of the hallway was only broken by each individual, echoing thud of boots as Ethan walked. The walk seemed to last forever. He wondered to himself, as he had so many times before, why he used such a ship. It was your standard cruiser, compared to the Great Fox, only slightly smaller. Living in a large ship such as this wouldn't have been as strange had he not been entirely alone aboard. Despite the fact that he had "confiscated" it from a former client, it could have simply sold for more than enough credits for a smaller ship.

Ethan broke from his thoughts as he realized that he had reached the docking bay. The door slid open, revealing one of the ship's largest rooms, containing various tools and parts, Ethan's personal fighter, and an arwing that had just landed. The cockpit covering lifted from the arwing, and a vulpine jumped down, making his way towards Ethan.

"Thanks again for helping me out here."

"Like I said, it's the least I could do. But I was wondering, isn't there a way you could get there without me? I mean you are just the hero of Lylat."

"Let's just say this is... 'personal' business. Besides, maybe I could help you, too," Fox said as he lifted a bag out of his arwing's storage compartment.

"We'll call it that, then. Getting to Kew's going to take a few days, and I'm sure you'll want to sleep, so I'll show you your room." The wolf began walking off, signaling for Fox to follow. They walked for sometime, and at a certain hallway, Ethan pointed out,

"These are the crew quarters. That one," He said pointing to one door. "is my room. And this one," he said, stopping to peek inside another, "will be yours. Sorry if it's a bit dusty, it hasn't been used in quite some time. But everything still works, as far as utilities."

Fox stepped into the room, setting down his bag and examining the simple furnishings. Bed, nightstand, a simple closet, nothing fancy. He looked back to the lupine in the doorway. "And you stay here alone?"

"Yeah. Well, this ship isn't exactly mine, but the guy didn't need it anymore," Ethan shrugged. "So, might I ask what this 'personal business' of yours is?"

"Looking for someone. And some info I found on that device points to Kew."

"Ah. Well, I've got to check up on a few of the ship's systems, and now that you're here, it's about time we start this journey. So, get yourself settled in, the computer can give you directions to the kitchen or wherever you'd like." Fox nodded, and picked up his bag again, setting it on the bed and started going through it. Ethan turned and started down the hall. Once on the bridge, he took his regular seat and called out to the computer, "Begin systems diagnostics and maintenance. Once finished, give me a full report and at my word, we're going to Kew.

"Right away."

After about an hour and a quick tour of the ship, Fox found himself in the kitchen. As the doors slid open, he looked straight to a nearby table, Where Ethan had been sitting. He was bent over the table, resting on his elbows, an open beer bottle next to him. He was twiddling something between his fingers. As Fox entered, without looking up, the lupine spoke quietly.

"Want a drink or something? Help yourself,"

"Thanks," Fox said as he crossed the room to the fridge, opening it up and retrieving a beer from a shelf. He walked to the table Ethan was at and sat across from him. Now he could easily see what was in Ethan's hand. It was a ring, with a silver base and inlaid with dark blue stone, encircling the band. Small, strange symbols made from the same silver decorated the stone. The ring was secured by a chain around Ethan's neck. "So..." Fox began, but was quickly cut off.

"I got it from someone special." Fox was clearly confused, but also leaned in a bit with curiosity. "Yeah, she was real important," Ethan sighed, never taking his eyes off of the ring.

"What happened?" Fox asked A few moments of silence, then the wolf finally made eye contact.

"You really want to know? It'll take a while,"

Fox looked at the ring, then to Ethan again. "I've got time. But first, could I ask you a question?"

The lupine's ears perked a bit as he answered, "Sure. Go ahead."

"I know I'm Fox McCloud, I'm famous and everything, but despite that, I'm still a stranger. But you, you welcomed me aboard, did me a favor of such magnitude. Why?"

"Conveniently, part of the story. I just felt I owed it to him."

P.S. 5 (virtual) Bucks to the first one to figure out where I got the idea for the story title.