“We do good work, I gotta say.” Falco finished the final modifications to the bridge controls and closed the access panel. Two weeks of fever-paced work had passed since the ordeals that the StarFox team had faced on arrival at Katina, but now it was coming to an end. With power and thrust restored, Falco and Slippy had taken dozens of trips down to the planet to salvage more and better parts, and soon they had upgraded the Vissago to a much more serviceable level. “I think this old box might finally get up to some respectable speeds.”
“How long do you estimate it’ll take to get to Corneria once we set out?” Fox McCloud sat in the captain’s chair, relaxing. His eye injury had gotten him out of most of the work, but it was starting to get slightly better on his own. From behind his protective sunglasses he could make out blobby colorless shapes and drastic changes in light; far better than the total darkness he’d been faced with early on. Krystal sat beside him, her leg in a simple cast. They held hands, as they had in each-others company lately; Fox explained that she was just helping him get around the ship, but no one bought it.
“If we had the warp drive?” Falco snorted. “About three minutes. On these makeshift engines? Two months.”
“That’s fine.” Fox smiled and sunk back into his chair. “We’ve got the time.” A faint beep beside him announced Slippy had returned from a salvage run. “Hey, Slip. Welcome back! How’d it go?”
“Pretty good!” The enthusiastic voice of the team’s amphibian member crackled over the communicator.”I got some good stuff with me, and a lot of it! I think one or two more runs like this and we’ll be full on cargo and ready to head home. You’re up next, Falco, the Arwing’s all yours!”
“The Arwing IS mine, Slippy.” Falco scowled. “And you better be able to get that cargo module off of it without messing it up when we’re done. I’m on my way down now.” He flipped the comm. switch off and headed off the bridge. “See you two sweethearts later.”
Fox adjusted his sunglasses and pointed to the bridge’s main view screen, where the planet Katina slowly rotated among the stars. “How’s it look?”
“It’s… pretty, in its own way.” Krystal’s hand found his again, and she squeezed it softly. “But I wouldn’t want to go back there.”
“Me neither.” Fox smiled softly. “I’m happy staying right here, with what I already have. It’s funny how things change. You lose something, you gain something.” All his life, he’d taken things for granted. His friends, his future, his life, even his eyesight. Losing one, however temporarily, made him realize how valuable the others were. It took the loss of his eyes to make him see how blind he’d always been, but no more; he had a ship that flew, friends he could rely on, and a very bright future with someone he loved. “Someone, I think it was my dad, told me an old proverb once. I never understood it very well until we came out here.”
This was a very sweet endearing story Chay^^ I will admit though, around the start of chapter four I was feeling pretty tense with whether or not Fox was just hallucinating or if Krystal really was still around. I was really kept in suspense the whole time^^
For some of your older work, I think you did really wonderful with it.^^ The ending, while kinda saccharine sweet was really good too, I gotta admit. Kinda sappy, but I think it was still just perfect way to end things.^^
This was a very sweet endearing story Chay^^ I will admit though, around the start of chapter four I
A very nice short series, like Serge I was also wondering if Fox was imagining things until he actually heard her and the others saw her too once back at the ship, but it seems this time at least Chekhov's gun was destined not to be fired.
A very nice short series, like Serge I was also wondering if Fox was imagining things until he actua
