Rain was falling hard as Fox and the villagers approached the small Andronian base. From the cover of the vegitation, Fox could clearly see the base's defenses. A pair of soldiers manned the base's sole machine gun while a dozen other guards sported shotguns and submachine guns. An additional pair carried flamethrowers.
The villagers had split into three groups. The first group was hiding near the other side of the base and would launch a diversionary attack. A second group would hide near the first and outflank any guards that tried to mount a counterattack. Fox and Krystal were in the third group that would raid the base once the defenders were distracted.
Before long, a war cry was heard from the first group, followed by the sounds of fireballs and gunfire. Before long, the machine gunner and his assistant were carrying their weapon away to deal with the diversionary attack. As soon as the machine gun could be heard dealing with the attack, Fox's group made their move.
From the safety of the forest, they launched an accurate volley of fire, easily taking out half the guards, including the flamethrower guards. Half the survivors returned fire while the other half ran for cover. A few more volleys and the survivors were wiped out.
The leader of Fox's group let out a war cry, signalling the group to charge the base before the defenders notice the new gap in their defenses. Fox leaped over a few bodies and kicked down a door, startling the soldiers inside. Fox and his group ran in and started beating them before they could process what had just happened. They repeated that for the three other buildings. They then ran to the other side of the base to take out the remaining guards.
With the last of the Andronian soldiers dead, Fox walked into the base's small garage. Inside was a pair of ships.
"Looks like my Arwing is as good as fixed."
"We'll have your ship up and running in no time." Krystal assured him, "Perhaps with some improvements."
"Improvements?" Fox asked, intrigued. Fox didn't figure Krystal would be into tinkering with spacecraft. Then again, he didn't know her for every long. She could be a tentacle monster in a vixen suit for all he knew.
"A few things here and there." Krystal suggested, "Maybe some extra space inside for cargo or supplies for extra long missions."
"Or a seat for a passenger." Fox added, "My team could have been spared so many headaches if we had those extra seats on those missions."
While Fox thought about the parts he'd need to cannibalize from the Andronian ships, Krystal stepped outside and looked at the sky. Her village had been feeling more and more cramped as the years went by. She had always wanted to see the stars, to visit a far off place, and Fox was going to help her. After all, he owed her.
Krystal returned to the garage and could have sworn she saw Cerinian markings on Fox. Warriors often had such markings after having served the Cerinian people in some way, especially those from far off worlds. She just didn't expect Fox to get them so fast.
"We could probably take the ships back to the village." Krystal suggested, "Would be faster than running back here every time you needed a part. The others would be more than willing to help, considering your service to the village."
Without saying a word, Krystal left and returned with a team of the village's strongest warriors. Fox grabbed some nearby tools and began disassembling the ships. One by one, the pieces were carried back to the village. Fox returned to find the parts neatly organized not far from his Arwing. Behind him was Krystal. Together, they began repairing, and improving, the Arwing.