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Starfox: A Forgotten People	By : elegyenigma Category: +S through Z > Star Fox Adventures Views: 7375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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� After a brief
banning from AFF due to the fact I wasn�t 18 just yet, I have returned! Don�t
everyone celebrate at once, now.� And
yeah.� Now, I am 18.� And don�t start hopping up and down all
pissed off about the fact I wasn�t 18�half of you reading are hypocritical if
you do.

Anyway.� I�ve done
some brainstorming.� I have...plans, for
this story.� Yeeeesssss�

Ok.� Here we go.� *cranks up What You Wish For*

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� �So what�s the final
casualty count?�
� �We count thirty
injured, two dead.� The injured are all
aboard the Scarlet Falcon.�
� �That scout team was
quite the vicious one, wasn�t it�?�
� �Yes, sir.�
� Enigma frowned,
running a hand over his chin thoughtfully.�
The man standing next to him was Vice Admiral Conrad Nemison.� VAC, as he was referred to affectionately by
everyone within the fleet, was a man of medium height, medium build, and medium
age.� At 41, he stood five feet and six
inches, and weighed all of a hundred twenty-five pounds.� His hair was not yet receding, but the once
dirty blonde color was giving way to gray along the temples.� He had hard features, cold gray eyes, and a
clean-shaven face.� His uniform was a
dark gray military coat covering a dark blue shirt, and black pants.� The brass buttons were all polished to a near
ridiculous shine, and his chest sported an impressive rack of ribbons and
medals.� His left shoulder sleeve bore an
insignia of a trio of gold point-connected stars with a trio of curved chevrons
underneath them and an upward triangular chevron over the stars�marking him his
rank of Vice Admiral.
� But in comparison to
his superior, he was quite plainly decorated.
� Enigma�s solid white
eyes stared out beyond the view port to the stars beyond.� The strange orange-red gas cloud, shaped like
a Z, intrigued him.
� �So, this is called
Sector Z.� I can see why.� Interesting gas-cloud shape��
� Conrad merely
grunted.
� �So, what do you
think we should do about the prisoners, sir?�
� Enigma blinked, then
glanced to the side at his direct underling.�
Conrad Nemison was one of his most trusted Advisors, mainly because the
man had a sharp mind and actually made serious use of it.
� �Which ones?�
� Conrad blinked, then
nodded.
� �Ah, that�s right,
we took two more on.� I meant the first
wave, sir.�
� Enigma nodded,
folding his arms over his chest.
� �They fired upon and
killed members of the United Space Coalition of the Solar System.� 16 fighters down, 17 fighters damaged, five
of which beyond repair, 2 men killed, and another thirty wounded. �We�re completely limited as to how many men we
have.� Ships we can replace.� Men we cannot.�
� The VAC nodded.� �Should I order their execution, then?�
� �No.� Considering they outnumbered our patrol craft
five to one and still lost every ship they had, and considering also that they
managed to have thirteen of them captured�Feh.�
A threat, they are not.�
� �Threats are things
that kill us, are they not?�
� �Threats are things
that outnumber us en masse and can take us down.� And when I say us, I mean this ship.� They�re just a well armed scout group that
got sighted by a small patrol group, gave a fight, lost it badly, and got
captured.� Nothing more, nothing less.�
� The VAC nodded.� �Aye, sir.�
�May I speak candidly, sir?�
� Enigma raised his
eyebrows and turned completely to face Conrad.�
�Candidly?�
� The VAC nodded,
looking right back at his superior.� It
was obvious Conrad had just caught his superior off guard, and he wanted an
answer to something anyway.� �Yes, sir,
candidly.�
� Enigma stared for a few
moments and then shrugged.� �I see no
reason why not, Vac.� Go ahead.�
� �I would like to
enquire about your relationship with Miss Heline��
� Enigma shook his
head.� �There is none.�
� And that was
that.� Conrad watched as his superior
turned back to face the view port.� The
view port was basically an opening that wrapped around one half of the ovular
bridge.� One could reach their hand out
to space�except the force field that stretched over the opening.� Far more durable than glass, obviously.� Metal bay doors were locked in the area above
the openings.� In the case of a power
failure, priority one was the shutting of the doors so that explosive
decompression would not kill everyone in the bridge.� The force field had batteries that lasted all
of ten seconds�enough time for the doors to shut in case the worst were to
happen.� The view was breathtaking, even
for those who had been in space for a large majority of their lives.
� �The Lylat System�if
we can find an uninhabited but habitable planet here�maybe humanity has a
chance�� Enigma muttered softly.� Conrad
merely nodded, gazing out at the large gas cloud as well, and the large solar
star beyond.� Enigma had been in service far
less than Conrad, but Enigma had proved his worth over Conrad many times over.� Conrad was far from jealous.� In his eyes, it didn�t matter how long you
were in the service�it was about what you did to earn your place.� Enigma�s fierce battle lust and equally
fierce lust to save humanity certainly gave him an edge; it was simply
unmatchable.� And Enigma wasn�t the only
dedicated man out there.� Conrad
smiled.� Maybe there was still some hope
left for humanity.

� Krystal sighed in
complete content as she showered.� Sure,
she�d showered many times before, bathed, so on and so forth, but the thing
was, the facilities here were almost paradise.�
If this was in hot-tub form, then she would have no desire to leave this
ship at all.� Slowly, her hands slid down
through her cleavage.� She grinned a
little as she ran her hands over her tits, squeezing them together after a
second.� The water continued pouring over
her in a veritable deluge.� Her fur clung
to her skin.� She was tempted to start
playfully acting out a shower sex romp by herself, but decided not to.� She was slightly reserved, for one thing, and
for another, who knew who might be listening?�
So she let go of her breasts, then began to wash herself with the soap
and a sponge of some sort, humming happily to herself.
� A half hour later,
just as she was wondering how to turn off the shower, the shower turned off,
and from the wall, another shelf hummed out, bearing a white linen towel and,
interestingly, her clothes and underclothes, fully washed, dried, and pressed.� She just raised her eyebrows.
� �Wow.�

� Twenty minutes later,
a freshly groomed and clothed Cerinian vixen slid out of the showering
facilities, feeling considerably better.�
She rather wished she had brought some more casual clothing, and the
shorts/tank top ensemble just didn�t cut it very well.� But alas, she would have to make do.� As she moved into the clinic-like
linoleum-paved hallway, she paused a moment.�
Where did she go now?� She decided
she would go to the room she and Fox had woken up in, wait for Fox�talk to
him.� Regardless of what had been said,
she was not going to give up hope on him.�
He�d saved her life so many times she�d lost count.� To repay him, she would wait.� If that was what it took�then so be it.

� The vulpine Krystal
was thinking of was, of course, lost at the moment.� He was not under asking for directions,
however, especially not on an alien spacecraft.�
Thing was, there was nobody around he could find to ask directions
of.� He had not yet noticed the small
Cornerian-like writing on the walls, having at first sight assumed they were unintelligible.� After a while, however, he took a look at it
out of both desperation and intrigue.� He
stopped dead in his aimless tracks.� They
were in Cornerian?� What in the name of�?
� After he got over
his shock, he realized he was in the �E-13� corridor.� The next corridor was to the loading bays,
and from there, to the hangar bays.� He
frowned.� �I wonder if our Arwings are in
there�� he said softly to himself.�
Curiosity got the best of him, so he went up to the door leading off to
the left, which opened automatically just like all the rest did, and walked
down the corridor to the large set of doors at the end, helpfully labeled
�Docking and Cargo Bay 1.�� When they
slid open to admit him as well, he was greeted with the sight of two of the creatures,
two humans, standing at guard.� Beyond
them, were their Arwings�and at least a dozen SPSC-11 Patrol/Scout ships, the
ones used by the Cornerian Navy.� Though
lacking in firepower and durability, they were extremely agile and
maneuverable.� Wasn�t that how almost any
spacecraft was?� If it wasn�t slow,
bulky, armored, and packed with guns and missiles, it was flimsy, weak, but
quick and agile.� There was hardly a
middle ground, except in his Arwing, which was under guard by another ten
humans who were all looking it over.� One
of the two nearby approached him as he stared at his Arwing.
� �Sorry, but you are
not permitted to be in here,� the man said curtly.� Fox tore his gaze away from his ship to look
at the human.
� �Oh, I was just
trying to find my way around the ship�I made a turn somewhere and ended up
here,� he semi-lied.� The man regarded
him skeptically, but nodded.
� �Understood.� Nevertheless, you are not permitted in this
section of the ship.� Is there somewhere
in particular you want to be?� the man asked.
� Fox thought.� �Not really�I�m the-�
�The one who was captured, yes, I know,� the man cut in.� Of COURSE he was the one they captured, prior
to entering this system, none of the people on board had had fur.� �Actually, the Sergeant Major informed me you
and your friend are to be directed to the bridge.� The bridge is located down the main corridor
to the left.� Just read the signs, they
don�t lie.
� Fox nodded.� �Did he�say why, by any chance?� Fox asked
hesitantly.� The soldier shrugged.
� �Not
at all.�
� �I see�well, thank
you,� Fox replied uneasily, turning around and, with a long look at his Arwing,
left through the door he had entered the hangar bay.� The man, who was a corporal in the marine
force aboard the ship, turned back to the Private First Class (PFC) he had been
talking with.
� �Unusual looking
person�� the PFC muttered.� The Corporal
nodded slowly.
� �Yeah.� Looks like a hybrid of a fox and a human,�
the Corporal replied.� �Brings up some interestin� questions�like, did these
system have the same bio-organisms that ours had?� he added.� The PFC just stared.� Very few soldiers ever really talked like
that.

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Ok, since it�s been too long since I updated, I�m going to
cut this chapter off, just so you guys know I�m not dead and neither is this fic.� Action�s coming
up very soon.� In more
ways than one.

Peace and chicken grease, for now.
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