Within an hour Fox managed to actually get near Sargasso, as his Arwing's scanner was indicating to him. Through that hour or so, he had plenty of time to formulate his plan, which, up until he was about 10 minutes into his flight, was just go in and save Krystal. He asked Slippy to see if he could send a copy of Sargasso's blueprint to him, which came up only a moment later. From there, he had put his Arwing into Auto-Pilot, and had begun looking at the many halls of the station. The plan was simple, really; all he was going to do was enter through the West docking bay, shoot any goons that attempted to stop him as he entered, run into a stairway to what would be his left, go up it, and start searching every door on the second and third floor, maybe even the highest point of the hideout, if need be. If he were to be lucky enough, Krystal might just see his Arwing and send out a distress signal so he can find her exact pinpoint. Once he found her, he would most likely find Panther. I'll kick the living shit out of him once I see him.

Now that he could see Sargasso's outline on his map, he went into All-Range mode, slowing down as he approached the West side of the docking bay. Go time, he thought, beginning to charge his lazer. Once it was fully charged, he rushed into the entrance's pull, immediately shooting the lazer the second the nose was inside the hideout; from what he seen, he actually knocked out most of the apes there. He opened up his hatch as the Arwing was self landing, hopping out and running towards cover, just a second later shooting the last of the shocked henchmen. He ran towards the left staircase, covering himself, shooting out into the open lobby when he noticed a few stragglers here and there. There was one in the stairway, though he managed to get a quick head shot. "Deja vu," he murmured. As he finished clearing the stairway, he fell short in his tracks, as both sides of the second floor were blocked off by stacks of large crates, not breaking when he shot at them. "Damnit," he punched one of them, "Looks like I'm going the long way." Fox turned around and began sneaking down the stairs, hoping the next set weren't blocked off either.

...

Krystal, meanwhile, was doing everything she could to stall Panther from doing what he really intended. He would fall for it here and there, but in a minute or two, he found a way to get back into the subject of his hunger. She couldn't send a distress signal to Fox; Panther must have ordered one of the henchmen to take away everything off her except the clothes on her back. She knew Fox was here, though; it wasn't just a light rumble from directly below them that gave his position away, she could sense his thoughts about her. He was enraged, but at the same time, nervous; as if he couldn't get to her in time would make it seem as if he didn't love her.

For now, she had to focus on Panther from getting to her.

"Listen, Panther, I'm sorry. I-I'll go out with you, just don't-"

"Aww, how sweet, a proposition," he laughed, "But I'm not concerned about that anymore; I thought I told you this. You see, I don't want the full deal. I just want the goods." He began reaching for her suit's zipper, a sudden knock at the door halting him. "Ugh," he frowned, heading towards the door, "I told those god damned minions to give me an hour. What do you-" Panther had opened the door, seeing another one of the apes, "What the hell is it now?"

"Sir, we-", the monkey fell down the ground, a large blaster shot in his gut. Panther looked down at the monkey, more confused than horrified, if anything at all. As he looked up, an even bigger confusion hit him.

"You!", Fox said, kicking him down to the floor, Panther cringing in pain. Fox threw himself down at Panther, continuously throwing a flurry of punches and kicks to the feline's body. He tried to fight back, but couldn't; each reaction made him flinch, and at one point, he was pretty sure one of his arms were broken. It had been 3 minutes before he became a bloody mess (just as bad as Krystal), which was when Fox stopped, got up, and looked at Panthers pitiful body; he did one last curb stomp to make sure he was down, which Panther coughed up blood. The rage in Fox then died; he looked at Krystal, smiling at her safety. "Sorry you had to see that, hun," he said, Krystal smiling at him as he untied her, "Did he do anything to you?"

"No," she said, hugging him, "I'm fine. You're here now."

"Shall we head to the Great Fox?"

"I'd love to," she said, kissing him, then walking out of the room their arms locked.

...

"He really got his ass kicked, huh?" Wolf looked down upon Panther, one of their henchmen came to them saying that the meeting room had been 'compromised' by Fox, but he made sure the vulpine and his girlfriend could walk out of there. Normally, Wolf would've been right onto it, immediately grabbing his blaster, ready to "shoot the shit out of Fox," as he always says when they're talking about hypothetical situations. This time however, it was different; ever since Panther found out that he didn't actually kill her, something changed. Normally it was Wolf with these plans, and when he did go through with plans, he made sure that nothing outside of his bitter-sweet rivalry with the "Great Fox McCloud" got in with it, but that's not why he was pissed off at Panther, or actually laughing at the fact that he was ironically put into the same situation as Krystal. It was because Panther was in control now. He was the reason why all of this happened; whether or not it was intentional he wanted to be in control, that was a different story. If he really wanted to be the boss, Wolf thought, Then he'd have better luck doing what that blue-bird thing did and try forming a 'StarPanther' or some stupid shit.

"I guess so," Leon pointed out, also looking down at the bloodied mess of Panther, "You think he's gonna be back to normal?"

"Normal? Ha," Wolf gave one of his shit-eating grins, "Knowing his god damn personality, he's going to be even more pissed off at Fox and Krystal, and go off the wall."

"Well, then should we go ahead and ship him off to the medical bay?"

"...Can you do it, Leon? I've got a call to make."

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." Leon spoke into his wrist communicator, a gunman rushing in and immediately helping him pick up Panthers bloodied body, walking out into the hallway. Wolf waited a moment before sitting down in his chair (which was not only the biggest, but it had a red top on it) and dialing in a code into the communication link, connecting to whoever he was trying to call; it took a while, but when it got through, only audio was available.

"What?" a gruff, middle aged snort came out from the speakers.

"I see you still haven't fixed your ship entirely yet."

"Wolf? Why the hell are you calling me? I thought you wanted me 'out of your picture.'"

"I know, but right now I'm gonna need some more help. The rookie's trouble."

"What about your old pal, Andrew? I'm sure he can use that Andross Cookie-Cutter thing he built to help-oh, wait." The voice laughed.

Wolf couldn't help but laugh a bit as well, "Yeah, I know. I need someone more experienced with combat and stuff anyway, and you're the perfect person I need for that, Pigma."

A/N: So, there's Chapter 5! Enjoy it, and I don't own StarFox.