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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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� Time
for another update, I think.

Yeah, imagine that!� I
think!� No, seriously, I think!� It�s amazing.

Oh, you were amazed by the update.� Well, I wasn�t.

Ok, so, not unlike the show �Lost,� this story is developing
on-the-go.� As I write it, I come up with
new concepts on it.� I�ve done SOME
foresight, though.� There�s never such a
thing as a massive ass fleet of any type being in a story without there being a
massive ass reason for this, usually a massive ass war or massive ass battle,
or at least some form of a massive ass combat engagement.� So you can hold to your wallet that I�ll put
something like that in, especially since my primary non-fanfiction
story is about a massive ass war.

Now, I had one reviewer ask me, �when
are Fox and Krystal going to get it on?��
Well, buddy ol� pal, don�t count your chickens,
cuz they haven�t hatched yet; I�m not sure I even
WILL do that.

Oh, there will be a sex scene with her in it, no
worries.� I�m just not sure I want to do
one with Fox and Krystal.� Why, you may
ask?� Well, A:� for originality.� B:�
Because the Starfox plotline doesn�t quite seem like Fox is really
making his move on Krystal, nor does he ever seem jealous when Panther hits on
her.� And, of course, C:� None of this is planned.� For all you and I know�Fox might just split
that white oak.� Hell, I don�t know!

Oh, right.� Enough of me wasting your time.� Here I go.�
*cranks up Tool � Eulogy and begins to actually work*

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� Trillia
Cattorney slowly read over the report on her projection screen.� It was the same one Leila had sent her.� As usual, the Anthro-biologist had been very
thorough�but long-winded.� Trillia was not about to complain.� The girl paid attention to detail, and in science, that was a must.�
Trillia�s thin eyebrows furrowed slightly as
she came to the part about the �semblances the observed specimen� showed about
being �exactly like humans.�� Trillia�s eyebrows rose and she leaned back, folding her
arms over her impressive chest, pondering this.�
This proved almost every scientists belief that they were not the only
sentient beings in the galaxy�and that the other sentient beings, at least
these ones anyways, were extremely human-like in emotional capacity, were
humanoid, and apparently looked a lot like animals once found on their home
planet before apparently all becoming extinct by destruction of habitats.� She was not an environmentalist, but her
great grandfather had been an environmental advisor, and had long tried to stop
the destruction of the habitats of said creatures.
� Of course, humanity
soon suffered the same fate as the rest of the creatures on their home world;
the destruction of habitat and home.
� She sighed, standing
up and walking away from her workstation.�
She needed some coffee.

� Things hadn�t
exactly warmed back up for Krystal and Fox.�
Fox was silent, Krystal was depressed, and neither of them would look at
the other, each left to their own thoughts.
� �We�re captives for
a race of aliens, facing possible death�and even despite that, he won�t show
any feelings for me�� thought Krystal bitterly, her long nails stroking up and
down over the material of the jumpsuit over her left arm.
� �Captives for
aliens�hell knows what they want with us�the guys they claimed to have
captured, we haven�t seen or heard anything about them�therefore we�re in
danger of death�and she wants me to start just gushing everything out now, of
all times�doesn�t she realize what danger we�re in?� Fox thought to himself�but
Krystal was being more realistic.� Fox, however,
was lying to himself.� That was far from
the real reason he was not confessing anything to her.� He had told her the real reason, and while he
knew it was foolish, he could not help it.�
He and Fara had had�issues together, and he
didn�t want to repeat them with someone else.�
Of course, if logic would get through to him, he would have realized
that Krystal and Fara were different in personalities
completely.� Where Fara
was almost a little TOO into battle, Krystal maintained a constant, surgical detachment
to the so-called �thrill of combat.�
� But it is a fool who
looks for logical reasoning in the heart, is it not?

� �So how they been?�
� Leila glanced up at Trillia as she walked in, pointing to the one-way glass
panel.� Trillia
followed her finger, looking at the two.
� �Seem a bit distant
towards each other, don�t they?�
� �Yes�apparently they
had a bit of an argument about affection.�
� Trillia
paused, considering this.
� �So�they truly DO
have human emotions, then.�
� �So far, everything
indicates they are EXACTLY humanistic in emotional capacities.�
� The two looked at
each other a moment, then back at the two in the room.� After a moment, Leila keyed a comm-link.
� �Sergeant
Major?�
� A voice replied on
the other end, the crisp, almost biting tone of an enlisted military officer.� To be precise, the highest
ranking of enlisted officers.
� �Yes, ma`am?�
� �Place these two under
surveillance�and release them from this room.�
They are free to go anywhere on the ship, but they are restricted from
going to the hangar bay.� Make sure the
spacecraft they arrived on are locked out of their grasp.�
� �Aye, ma`am,� came the response, before it clicked out.

� Krystal looked up as
the door to the room hummed and opened with a soft whirring hiss, expecting it
to be the female from before.� It was,
however, a man dressed in black like the man Leila had called Enigma, except
his uniform was a bit more form-fitting and in many ways, different.� He wore no coat, but a dress-uniform and a
pair of black trousers.� The dress
uniform was buttoned with brass buttons that each had an insignia of a planet
with four symbols over, to the side of, and underneath it.� The top symbol was that of a triangle with an
eye in it, the one to the left was a square with three hands raising, the
symbol on the right was a square as well with a single star in it, and the
bottom symbol was a bird-like being carrying a vine of some sort in one of its
talons and a bunch of what looked to be arrows in its other.� Krystal had no idea what any of them
meant.� One side of the man�s chest was
awash with a large amount of various medals and decorations.� The other side had a veritable board of
colorful rectangular decorations.� Even
Krystal knew they were campaign �stripes.��
On the man�s shoulders were insignias�a trio of stars in
triangular-pattern, connected at the points, with a sharp-pointed chevron over
them aiming upwards, and four smoothed chevrons angling down underneath
them.� Between the stars and the lower
chevrons was a small plate with miniscule writing that despite its tiny size
was easily readable�and strangely�in a language Krystal and Fox, who had turned
at the sound of the door opening as well, could understand.� The words said �Sgt. Maj. Barry Ravex.�� The Sergeant
Major stood at ease, looking at them, before making a small sound of
acknowledgement, speaking then with a voice that was like a soft growl.
� �You two are free to
leave this room, but not this ship.� Any
attempt to escape will result in you being shot right out of space within a
half second of leaving the docking bay.�
Understood?�
� Krystal and Fox
glanced at each other for the first time, then nodded
at the human.� Sgt. Major Ravex nodded back.
� �Good, then get
going.�
� The Cerinian and
Cornerian glanced at each other again, then stood and moved out of the room,
almost tentatively, as if nervous�and they were.� Fox desperately wished he had his blaster
with him�but of course it had been confiscated.�
Krystal moved past Fox, and despite not knowing her way around the ship,
deliberately moved down the hall as if she had a particular destination in
mind.� Fox watched her as she turned a
corner and disappeared, wondering where she was off to.� He jumped in surprise as the man tapped him
on the shoulder, offering him�his blast.�
Fox blinked, uneasily looking at the laser pistol as if it were a trap.
� �Go on, take it, foxman.� Not like you
can do a whole lot of damage with it in this place anyway, and we have
laser-proof shields, so�but you might want it anyways.� Hell knows I love my sidearms,
too.� Keep �em
cleaned and maintained every day.�� The
sergeant major cracked a rare smirk, then moved off
down the hall as Fox looked over his gun, raising his eyebrows.� It was newly polished.
� �Hey, uh��
� �My name�s Sergeant
Major Barry Ravex.�
Just call me �sir,�� the sergeant major called back, not stopping.
� �Yeah, um�thank you,
sir!�
� �No problem.�� With that, Barry moved into a room, and the
door slid shut behind him.� That done,
Fox smiled at the pistol, put it in its holster on his belt, and began to
wander the ship.� Everything, he noticed,
was of a strangely hospital-like appearance.�
The walls were white and smooth and strangely shimmery, the ceiling
grey, and the floor white with black speckles.�
Fox half wondered if maybe, perhaps, this was a ship dedicated solely
for scientific purposes or medical ones, or maybe both.� The answer was pretty obvious, but he wanted
to see for himself.� He wandered down the
corridors, and a number of rooms could be looked into.� One room was filled with several rows of
tubes with a light blue substance.� In
some, more of the humans, sans their clothing, floated in them, what looked
like masks over their noses and mouths, their eyes shut.� A couple had what appeared to be
vicious-looking burns over their entire front.�
As he watched, a man in a doctor�s uniform and bearing an insignia that
designated his medical abilities rather than military rank like the sergeant
major had moved up to a control panel in front of the tube, pushing a few
buttons and working a lever.� The tube�s
blue substance started to turn green, and as Fox watched, the burns over the
man�s front began to visibly heal.� Fox
blinked slowly.
� �Holy shit,� he
muttered, shaking his head.� He watched
for a few more minutes, then continued on down the
corridor, wondering where Krystal had gotten off to.

� Krystal had, in
fact, gone nowhere.� She had just wanted
to get away from Fox.� His denial had
hurt quite a bit.� She had never felt
denial before�never fallen in love before, having been too young to have felt
such feelings when she managed to make her escape from her planet of Cerinia before it was doomed.� As far as she knew�she was the only survivor.� She had met Fox during her travels through
space, using an old, Mark IV space shuttle to go from
planet to planet.� He had saved her from
imprisonment in a massive energy crystal, held there by the power of the
Krazoa, spirits of the planet she had been trapped on.� She thought over that strange irony�her name
was Krystal�and she�d been locked in a crystal.�
She smiled faintly, glancing at the writing on the walls indicating
different rooms.� She paused�they were
the same language she and Fox and more or less everyone in the Lylat system
used as a form of writing.� One line of
text said �shower facilities.�� It
indicated down the hall she was going.�
The Cerinian turned and moved off down the corridor.� She could take this jumpsuit off, maybe get
it and her the clothes she wore underneath it
washed�if they had a laundry room anyways.�
She hadn�t showered before leaving and they�d been locked here for�hell,
she didn�t even know how long.
� After about five
minutes of searching for said facilities, she finally found them.� They were a bit unusual�there was a
chrome-like oval thing attached to a rather thin pipe from the ceiling that
hovered over each of the six stalls.� She
hesitated, then moved into one of the stalls.� The walls were strange�completely
see-through.� �How in hell,� she wondered
as she pushed open the door, made of the same substance, �is this supposed to
provide any privacy?�� But she noticed as
she moved in, the walls, previously see-through, had fogged, completely
opaque.� She smiled.� Quite an interesting way to
make a shower stall.
� She looked over for
some sort of controls, but all she saw was something that was like a hand-print
identification pad.� The Cerinian began
to pull off her jumpsuit, deciding that if for some reason she couldn�t figure
out a way to activate the shower, then she could just wander around in her
first layer of clothes and find the laundry room, if there was one.� As she worked the blue and black suit off her
well-shaped figured, she marveled at how the life support systems made the
ship�s simulated atmosphere completely compatible with her lungs�if anything,
it was just like the home that seemed like she never really had.
� She sighed, pulling
the jumpsuit off entirely and sighing again, this time in satisfaction.� The form-fitting material wasn�t exactly
built for total comfort.� Underneath, she
wore a loose, fairly low cut tank top, the bottom of which only reached down to
the bottom of her rib cage.� The cut
reached down to show a decent amount of cleavage without making her look like a
hussy.� Flashy without being trashy�it
had always been a skill of hers.� Her
shorts were fairly loose and reached about a quarter of the way down her thighs
to her knees.� The only thing she lacked
was footwear for her underoutfit, but she could live
without that.� She made sure the glass
was really opaque, before closing the door and easily pulling off the tank top
and slipping the shorts off.� Underneath
that she wore a blue bra that matched the color of her blue fur completely, and
a matching-color bikini-bottom.� She
tossed it all onto a small platform with a tube underneath it marked �Clothes�
and moved over to the hand print.�
Pausing, she placed her hand on the hand-print panel and waited.
� A computer voice, that of a male, spoke.� �Would you like your clothing washed before
you start your shower?�
� Krystal looked
around, puzzled, but no one was there.�
She hesitated, then responded.
� �Uh�um�y-yes, I
would, thank you��
� And as she said
that, her clothes disappeared as a small door slid open underneath them, and
they shot down the tube, the door closing again.� Krystal just stared, half wishing she had
kept her undergarments at the least�she�d probably have to go searching around
the room for where they went and she doubted there was only that woman and Fox
on this ship.� The computer spoke again.
� �Please place your
hand on the panel again for cranium scan to determine desired water
temperature.�
� No way in hell�a
computer that could detect something and perform its duty based on a
thought?� Krystal placed her hand on the
pad, and as she did, the shower turned on, a perfect temperature.� She smiled�she could get used to this.
� �Anything
else?�
� �Yes�shampoo and
soap�and some hair conditioner?� If it�s
at all possible, that is.�
� And with a whirring
sound, a small shelf moved out from the wall in front of her next to the pad,
holding a small bar of soap, a bottle of shampoo without any labels, and the
same for the bottle of conditioner.�
Krystal grinned as she picked up the bar of soap�she could REALLY get used
to this.

Ok, that�s it for this chapter.� This is just a basic chapter to show kinda
what�s going on, vaguely.� I�ve got an
idea for what happened with Krystal�s home planet of Cerinia,
too.� If any of you want something with
Krystal fingering herself in the shower, I�m sorry, but it isn�t going to
happen�I�m not writing a Horny-Horror�er, college horror, AKA B-movie horror
flick, here.� I�ll put some more in
descriptions, maybe some suggestive washing and that�ll be it.

Seriously, I�m not going to give it away that easily, you
all have to read it first.

And one more thing�I think for quite some time my story is
going to be the only M/F one here, considering the amount of M/M and the one
F/F stories in the Starfox category.� I
might put a link in there to this one, I�m not sure.� Or I might move it, if AFF ever gets a
feature to change stories from section to section�you know, for convenience?

Hint�administrators?� Hintification?

Oh, yes�please check out my two recommended readings, and my
other stories�I don�t update very often, because I got a life that I�m afraid
must be lived, but I�m trying.
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