About a month had passed since Krystal's "smash-up", as everyone had called it. Since then, it had become more well-known to the public; so well known that major celebrity news networks began interviewing her about it. By then, she had fully healed pretty quick, which obviously meant that she didn't have to carry an IV everywhere. Within a week she asked Fox to take her back to the hospital to get them to take away the IV. They thought the two foxes were crazy, but when they checked Krystal out, they found that she was completely 100% healed, as if nothing had even happened. They were puzzled, but Fox just smiled; a few months prior to the whole event, Krystal explained to him that Cerinians had a faster healing time than normal creatures in Lylat due to their powers.

As of now, Fox had made himself comfortable with Krystal, his arm around her thin and curvy torso, watching an old horror film he seen countless of times. He knew every scene, every line of dialogue, every editing flaw by heart, which had given him the upper-hand on a bet they made, which included the first one to get scared by the movie had to do laundry the next day.

"You ready to back down yet, Krystal?" he gave her a cocky smile, turning his head to her, immediately feeling a sense of guilt for doing this with her; he just now noticed that she had been shaking uncontrollably, and he swore he could hear a very faint whimper from her maw. She regained her composure when he spoke, giving him an ounce of relief.

"No way. I could watch this hour on hour, but I think I notice a certain boyfriend seeming like a little...scaredy-fox?"

"Not a chance, my love." Fox gave another cocky smile.

"...You can be a real dork sometimes, Foxy-boy."

"Yeah, but I'm your dork."

"...My Foxy-Dork."

With that, Fox looked back at the holo-TV, unprepared for a blood-covered body hanging in the scene, jumping and screaming a bit. Krystal began laughing uncontrollably.

"I know I lost, you don't need to rub it in." He had his arms crossed, although her laughing slightly pissed him off, he couldn't help but keep smiling; her laugh was amazing to hear.

"It's not that," she said, trying to stop, "I swear. It's just that you have the cutest scream ever."

Fox leaned in to kiss her, but ROB busted in the entertainment room. "General Pepper is on the communication link. He is requesting your presence at the command center to discuss matters of payment for the next mission."

Fox and Krystal got up and ran down the hall and into the center. Sure enough, Falco, Slippy, and Peppy were there already.

"Ah," the General began, "Captain McCloud and the beautiful Krystal. Glad you could finally join us. Allow me to explain to you two your next mission." A few screens with information about the Cornerian Army having a tough time fighting left overs from Andross popped up along with the full-scale hologram of the old dog.

"So, how far into 3rd base were ya two just now?" Falco whispered to Fox, the blue avian immediately receiving a backhand by Peppy.

"As you may remember from the Aparoid attack, it began when we were trying to end this matter already. Unfortunately, the Aparoids didn't force the rest of them to disperse, but rather made them become stronger. That's why we need you, StarFox. Your mission is provide back up to our squadron and win this battle once and for all."

"What about payment, sir?" Slippy budged in.

"That will be discussed AFTER the job. Pepper out." With that, the link ended.

"Peppy, ready the Arwings; ROB, get the Great Fox near the coordinates of the battle site. We've got no time to spare." Fox commanded, Peppy running out as soon as he finished.

"We've got a fleet to save, team!"

...

When the four got to the area, they couldn't believe their eyes; most of the Cornerian fleet was decimated. "Alright, team," Fox said through the communication line, "Let's give our boys some support. Falco, you're with me; we're gonna try to get into the heart of the enemy and destroy who or whatever is commanding them. Krystal and Slippy, you two watch our tails."

"Will do!" Krystal said joyously. It was to Fox and Falco's surprise that there actually wasn't much of an Androssian army at all; it took around 20 minutes to get most of the ones in the front and second lines out of the way. "Slippy," Fox spoke, "Is there any sign of a major enemy shield?"

"No, actually," He croaked, "I find it really odd, this thing is always able to pin-point the main shield."

"That's because you're not used to the unexpected, impudent amphibian!" A rough, squeaky and familiar voice interrupted their communication line.

"Leon?" Falco piped up.

"Is the rest of StarWolf here, too?" Fox asked the chameleon.

"You know it, you pitiful pup!" Wolf barged in.

"What in Krazoa is going on?" said Krystal, "I thought we were on good terms with you three."

"Not until you messed with Cat-Boy Classical over here." Wolf replied.

"I have a name, Wolf, and for your information, Classical music is far more superior than your annoying and unnecessary grunge."

"Grunge forever, Cat-Boy!"

"Do we really need to argue in the middle of our plan?"

"Shut up, Leon!", everyone shouted through the communication link.

"Wait, what pl-Krystal, watch out!" He seen her attempt to dodge something but fail.

"Krystal!" Fox shouted right before getting hit with the same thing: a large bright and scorching laser beam. He fell into unconsciousness almost instantly; the last thing before losing it was Falco and Slippy being forced to retreat and Panther hooking up a cable remotely from inside his cockpit and onto Krystal's ship.

A/N: Welp, there's Chapter 3! Well, I'll admit, so far I didn't actually expect this thing to get so many hits on here. So far I thought Vacationed was gonna do more; I'm not complaining, though. What do you all think of the story so far?