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Starfox: A Forgotten People	By : elegyenigma Category: +S through Z > Star Fox Adventures Views: 7376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Fox Adventures, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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�lWoo!� Second
chapter!� Glory to me!� Or something, I doubt hardly anyone is
reading this, but oh well, it�s your loss.�
Aren�t I cocky bastard?� DAMN
RIGHT!� o_O�
Anyhoo.

Ok, first chapter basically outlined Fox�s fantasies over
Krystal, and showed he has gotten a job involving recon on a fleet of
unidentified warships hiding in Sector Z.�
No one BUT Krystal is with him.�
While you Fox/Krystal fanboys/girls may get
ideas, they won�t be exercised yet.� Later
on, I�ll see if I can draw up some pictures of some of the upcoming characters
and the ships and guns and stuff.� ^_^� Anyway.� You know the copyrights already, and if there
are any Devil�s Advocates reading this story, you have but one comment from me
to you:� GO FUCK YOURSELF, YOU FAILED
ATTEMPT AT A LAWYER!!� o_O� YOUR FATHER IS GEORGE DUBYA BUSH AND
YOUR MOTHER IS DICK CHENEY!

*note, just before the author
began writing, he switched to Aenema, by Tool.� He�s a metalhead,
ladies and gents.� What do you expect?� And then a few hours later, after putting the
story away for a bit, turned back to Blow Me away.� Yes.*

A month or so later, he updates
the story to accommodate the events from Starfox Assault, and is listening now
to Amerika by Rammstein.� ^_^

Chapter 2:� What the
fuck is THAT??

� It had been three
hours into hyperspace, and they were almost there.� After a half hour of talking and swapping
flirty jokes with one another, Krystal and Fox had fallen silent, Krystal
falling into a light sleep, letting her autopilot fly for her, Fox yawning every
few minutes in boredom as he kept his eyes on the instruments.� Space flight was not all that fun in moments
like this.� He wondered how the hell
intergalactic merchants managed�
� The computer beeped
at him loudly.� Fox jerked his head up,
having dozed off a little.� The HUD
showed he was five minutes in Slipspace from his
destination.� Fox yawned, stretching,
clicking a couple buttons on the touch-pad screen next to him and settled
back.� He sighed, leaning back, his
thoughts returning to Krystal once again.�
She was everything he could possibly want in a girl�she had a body that
was unrivaled by any other girl in the entire system, curvy and well shaped
with a chest shape that could render a man or lesbian speechless for several
minutes and keep their eyes glued to that area for hours, and a nice, round,
tight rear end, she was extremely pretty, a voice that sounded like velvet
skeins sliding across water and even better�she was a caring, empathetic woman.
�He hadn�t had any romantic companionship
since he and Fara had broken up, and while he had his
friends on the Great Fox, it got incredibly lonely in those long, cold nights
without anyone laying there next to him.�
9 years�it had been that long?� It
had seemed so much longer.� Yet, somehow
he had stumbled upon Krystal, who apparently showed as much interest in him as
he showed her�maybe he would ask for her FULL companionship�later�but then�he
always told himself �later,� didn�t he?
� The computer�s T
minus countdown bleeping knocked him out of his musings.� He exhaled a small breath, shook his head,
and then dropped the Arwing out of slipspace.� Even though the Arwing dropped from several
hundred thousand light-years per hour to about mach 5, the powerful
compensators prevented it from being felt at all.� Fox flicked on his passive radar, not
forgetting the objective at hand, activating his Arwing�s
stealth mode.� The radar showed strange
readings�something VERY large would appear for a small moment, followed by
dozens of other readings, all of them smaller in varying volumes�and then just
as soon, the reading would disappear.�
This happened every thirty seconds or so.� Fox frowned, thinking back to his days in the
Academy.� He�d studied some prototype
stealth generators back then, and the technology that did this was still
prototype; most ships appeared for much greater periods of time and every
fifteen seconds or so.� His own Arwing
could disappear completely for an indefinite amount of time, but there weren�t
many ships, even starship classed ones, much less starfighters,
that could do that�and all the readings he�d just seen were in the range of
flagships and battleships and carriers to medium sized cruisers and destroyers
and a large number of transports and smaller defense and offense craft, not to
mention strike craft, patrol craft, and possibly even probe, or �outpost,�
craft.� How many starfighters
were there?� There was no denying that
this was the fleet the Cornerians had discovered; it
was in the roughly same place, and sure as hell wasn�t any type of craft Fox
had ever even heard of.� And apparently,
the same went for the Cornerians.
� Krystal had already awoke in her own arwing, looking
at the readouts on her screen.� �So we
found what we�re looking for?� she asked softly.
� Fox clicked something
on the radar panels, bringing up a readout-analyzer to measure just how large
the readings were, replying as he did.
� �Yeah, it looks like
we have.� Very unusual, these
readings�appearing then reappearing in VERY delayed sequences�and I think
there�s a lot of cloaked fighters out there, too�no wonder the Cornerians hadn�t stood a chance�coming in full view
probably gave them away really quickly��
Krystal looked over her �own screens and readouts,
blinking.� She had a bit of knowledge of
piloting and all that after a year of being with the Starfox Team, and so even
she could appreciate just what Fox was talking about.� Fox continued talking.
� �Surprised they
haven�t found us yet, really.�
� As if on cue, about
thirty strange-looking fighter craft, sleek with black, gold, and chrome
colored armor and six forward-sweeping wings, each with what appeared to be a
large laser cannon mounted on the end, suddenly materialized in front of the
Arwing.� Fox didn�t have time to
react.� The apparent squadron leader, a
ship with a long platinum-colored streamline, fired a pre-charged ionic blast
from two side-mounted cannons on his fighter, located just behind the cockpit
and on its lower half.� The grayish-blue
bolt of energy seared through the vacuum of space into Fox�s and Krystal�s
fighters, sapping their energy supplies, disabling the small diode-fusion
reactors, forcing the Arwings to switch to emergency batteries, which were
enough to operate the life-support systems and compensators, nothing more.� The negative electrical charge had rippled
through the Arwings, the force from the electrical vacuum impact knocking out
Fox and Krystal, leaving them twitching against the insides of their respective
cockpits.� The pilots of the other
fighters wheeled their ships around the disabled Arwings, two of them
activating a gravity field around the Arwings.�
Then they �carried� the Arwings away to their cloaked fleet.� After a mile of space travel, they passed
into the cloaking field, where the entire fleet itself could be seen.� The two craft expertly moved into the hanger
of their flagship, a ship that was three times the size of how it had appeared
on the Arwings� radar�a ship that was over 6 miles in length.� It was, from the appearance, a medical ship
of some kind.
� �This is Black
Hornet Flight Three lead.� Intruders
captured.� Copy?�
� �Roger that, Black
Hornet Flight Three lead, land, dismount, and prepare for debrief.� Good job.�
� �Thank you Scarlet Falcon, Over.�

End chapter 2.

Yes.� Me and my mysterious bullshit.� Stay tuned.
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