Another whim of mine after I saw a, rather stunning, bit of fanart from someone called Miles-DF. Be warned for whoever looks him up, he has also made porn. Just a heads up. I just saw it on google and wanted to write a story based on it. Again, this is a whim, but I am going to be making more than 1 chapter. Just don't expect a steady stream of chapters. I'm not that good or creative to be able to pump a chapter out a week.

~Landing~

"To whichever god is up there watching over me…this isn't funny asshole."

Fox was not having a good day. As he stared down at the main source of his frustration, he gave a weary sigh and pulled his comm device from his back pocket before fiddling with it. A useful device made by his teammate and good friend Slippy Toad, it acted not only as an emergency comm link, but also a diagnostic device to each pilot's personal Arwing.

Fox huffed as he sent his message to the GreatFox and activating the hailing beacon built inside before switching the device to find out exactly what was wrong with his ride.

'Although,' Fox thought, 'I have a pretty good idea of exactly one issue.'

Looking at his Arwing planted firmly into the ground and mud, it was obvious to anyone that it was stuck, and would need either a team of tough guys to drag it out, or another vehicle to pull it out.

The tod looked back down at his device, watching the loading bar slowly inch its way along the screen. He sighed tiredly as he though back to how he even wound up on this, admittedly very lovely world.

Fox looked along his dashboard and flight controls carefully, taking in every readout and spec presented. All looked normal.

Gazing out his cockpit to his left he saw Slippy flying alongside in his own arwing. Behind them both, the GreatFox, with Peppy at the helm.

Reaching forward, Fox flipped the comm on, "Peppy, give us another run down on this job."

The comm fizzed for a moment as the old hare's face popped up on the monitor, "Listen up. General Pepper has requested that we look into these reports of smugglers taking an unusual route near that planet there."

The team looked up at a little green and blue planet floating in the endless vacuum. Previously made radio scans showed that there was no technology on it, at least none that gave off the impression of higher intelligence. It looked very similar to Corneria and his home planet Papetoon if Fox thought about it. Even down to the gravity well.

"Reports also make mention of a cluster of asteroids circling the planet, so keep that in mind should things get messy."

A low growl came to Fox's throat as he reminded himself of his predicament. Focusing back on his diagnostic, he was both relieved and aggravated to see what the damage was.

Both the life support and the g-diffusers were hit, not beyond repair but far more serious than he would be able to do with only his rudimentary knowledge. Which, he had already figured would be one of his issues. The real problem laid in the engine.

The scans showed that the fuselage had a puncture and an obstruction.

Pocketing the device, Fox made his way around his arwing to the point of entry, before immediately seeing the problem. A small, but thin crystalline formation had punctured his arwing's armor plating.

Another growl escaped his throat as he remembered that stunt he pulled which he most assuredly knew was the reason for said puncture.

"Well lookie who wants to play. All glorious Starfox hisself."

Fox looked down at his display. Giving the stupid mutt on the other end a grimace as the Doberman grinned with horrendously yellow teeth.

"Yep. That's me. I'm Starfox. Not Fox McCloud," Fox drawled in an unamused and rather bored tone.

Any other day Fox would have gone back and forth with this dog until eventually shooting him down. There were however a couple problems preventing him from that.

One; He had no back up from Slippy considering the dog in question had forced the toad to retreat.

Two; the GreatFox could not get a clear shot because the two pilots were far too close.

Three; the dog actually had some decent skills in the cockpit.

So, as it stood, Fox did something reckless, stupid, and should have got him killed.

He flew toward the orbiting asteroids.

Though in his defense, he did force the dog behind him to crash and seemingly dodged all incoming hazards, until his engines stalled.

He signaled to his team that he would have to perform a crash landing, before turning towards the planet. He performed his emergency landing as well as one could. Kept it level, dodged any full collisions, and skimmed his arwing along the canopy of a forest, lowering his momentum significantly, before gravity brought him down entirely into a muddy patch of ground.

With a sigh of defeated frustration, Fox reached down and pulled the protrusion from his ship, before tossing it to the side and moving back towards the front of his arwing, looking at every dent, scratch, and bend along the nose with a frown.

"Coulda been worse dumbass," he mumbled to himself as he pulled his comm device from his pocket again, "At least the worst you'll have to deal with now is just Peppy's lecture."

He was just about to send the full report to Slippy, when a rustle of leaves and a sudden impact on the ground behind him caught his attention. He swiftly reached down toward his sidearm in his grip when he began to turn-

And stopped the instant his eyes landed on the blue figure crouched down behind him.

Time slowed to a grinding halt for him as he boggled at the…vixen? She was most certainly a "she". Anyone who said otherwise was either blind, dumb, or never saw an actual female before. But, what was she? She had a figure that most women would commit filicide for, he was sure. A slim, but toned waist. A set of hips and bosom that looked like she was made by an actual goddess of beauty. And, a face that was so hauntingly similar to that of a vixen from his own race, which bordered on unreal. Her eyes though, were striking. A soft light blue with specks of green in her irises.

There were a few differences of course, all of them obvious on sight. First of all, her fur was blue. Impossibly blue with a white belly and chest, and white tones in locks of her short hair, the tip of her tail, her muzzle, and these strange markings on her arms and legs. Because she was barefoot, he also saw that she only had three toes, as opposed to his races five. Her claws were also not black or even opal, but seemed to be gold. Whether this was because of a polish or not Fox couldn't tell.

A second passed as he gathered all this information, before his cheeks warmed considerably. Fox could count on one hand how many articles of clothing she had on. A chest band, a loincloth, some golden bracers on her calves and forearms, some wrappings on her tail, and a necklace. If she knew what modesty was, she didn't show any.

Another second had passed as he slowly turned toward her. Only one thought past through his head as he stared at this, strikingly beautiful vixen (?).

'Woah…'

His admiration was short lived after that, because after rising only slightly to her feet, she charged at him with what looked like a golden spear.

His eyes widened before he turned and parried the tip out of his immediate danger. The vixen however simply spun with the parry and planted a strong kick to his stomach, leaving Fox kneeling and gasping for air in front of her. An advantage she quickly took as she knocked his gun from his hand with her spear, swinging the blunt end upwards at his chin, and knocking him onto his back with a groan.

After opening his eyes, he came face to face with her weapon of choice, idly noticing the light vapor coming from the tips core. He looked back at his attacker and gaped once more as he got a better look at her face.

First, she wasn't happy, as her frown and actions had clearly shown, but she didn't seem furious.

"Nxe uho yei? Uho yei edo ev kxo jby tolacj ukkusbadw eih laccuwoj?"

Fox blinked. Then he gave her a confused look. For some reason he had been expecting cornerese, though that was stupid he noted absently.

The vixen pressed her spear closer to his throat, to which he yipped and started to crawl away from slowly, if only so that she didn't hit him again.

"Sorry. Could you say that again?"

The vixen looked at him as if he had two heads before barking out a bit louder than before, "Nxe uho yei? Udjnoh mo den eh ro jodk ke yeih mujkoh ad Neraxus!"

Fox could only shake his head and hold his hands up in surrender. "Look miss, I'm sorry if I…crashed into something of yours, but I swear I mean no harm," he said in the gentlest tone he could manage.

The vixen lowered her spear gently, but only so she could step closer and inspect him with her suspicious eyes. Fox didn't move. For all intents and purposes, this was a first contact scenario, and the last thing he wanted to do was rile up a primitive who held him under a knife, so to speak.

Her eyes had seemed to lose their cold edge, but still kept her suspicion. He watched her carefully, his hands still up. She in turn, watched him just as carefully, before slowly taking one of her one hands and reaching for his head. Fox did not move. He would not move even as she rest her hand on the side of his head. She had remarkably soft hands. 'They almost feel like…my mother's…hands…' his thoughts slurred and his eyes grew heavy, before he fell backwards, his mind going black.

Krystal let her hand drop to her side as she stood up and over the orange…cerinian? He certainly looked like the men from her village. Tall, broad, and clearly built if his body was anything to go by. If his fur had been any of the colors from her people she would have mistaken him as one of her own, how similar he looked.

She let out a sigh as she strode back towards a nearby tree, reaching up with her staff and knocking her horn from the branches. She pressed the instrument to her lips and blew as hard and loud as she could, making the note reach high into the sky before fastening it to her side once more.

It had been a trying few months for the blue vixen and her people. Just last winter, a group of metal birds had descended from the sky, spitting fire from their mouths and dropping strange devils with stranger weapons spitting that same fire amongst her people.

Of course her and her fellow warriors and huntsmen were able to repel the devils eventually, but only after losses to the invading side had been too much. Then they got smarter, and started attacking from the sky first with their metal birds, wasting huts, homes, and towers.

The worst part of it all was that these demons seemed to enjoy the slaughter, before they started kidnapping the women and children. They left the men wounded or for dead, laughing and cheering for their "success."

Krystal felt her blood boil and turned back toward the tod, wanting to kill him and be done with him.

But, she couldn't. This was the first devil they had been able to capture alive and they needed information about where her people were being held, if they were still alive at all.

'The chief will be able to find out from his mind.' She thought. Before realizing, his mind was surprisingly easy to overwhelm, almost as if he had no barriers erected. And if that were true, that meant the others were weak of mind as well.

A smile spread across her muzzle as she thought of this new advantage they had. If the chief could pull this tod's strange language from him, he could spread it to the whole village, giving them a chance to read the demons minds in the midst of battle.

She almost jumped for joy at the prospects before she felt a few other warriors approach. Turning toward the demon she subdued, she stood next to him, looking down at his handsome face.

"Shame he's a sky devil. He's actually quite handsome," she muttered to herself before turning to the two warriors step from the foliage.

"Krystal? Is that one of the devils?" One of them asked cautiously.

"Is it dead?" the other asked immediately with an angry growl.

"No Arlet. He is not dead. We should bring him to the chief to see if we can learn where our people are being held prisoner," she declared. "I'll need help bringing him back to the village."

The first of the warriors reached into his pouch before pulling out a cord of rope and moving to the prisoner, rolling him over roughly, before tying his arms behind him tightly.

"Let's go then," the second one, Arlet, huffed in a hurried tone, "This is a chance Krystal has brought that must be taken advantage of immediately."

The first warrior, being the biggest amongst the three, hoisted the red male up and over his shoulder, following after Arlet with Krystal bringing up the rear, after she had grabbed his strange metal…things. As they marched back home, Krystal studied the red male sleeping. He was so strange, much like the other sky devils, in the sense that he was obviously otherworldly, but he looked so similar. He was obviously still a threat, to her and her people, but even when she had overpowered him she felt as if she had gotten lucky, in both senses.

When she had delved into his mind she had caught glimpses, however fleeting, of his life. He was a fighter, much like herself. But, he wasn't cold and unfeeling like she thought he would be. His spirit was warm, like that of a campfires, yet clearly spoke of an underlying resolve to fight back twice as hard as a raging inferno. She had also sensed pain in him. A pain that had healed, yet still present. Her curiosity was gnawing at her. She started wanting to see more, which led to a small seed of doubt to take root in her conscience. Was he actually one of those devils? Or was he something else.

Krystal shook her head as she stared forward once more. 'Whatever he is, we will learn soon enough,' she thought as her village came into view.

It had seen much better days. At one point, she remembered fondly, it had been a paradise for all who dwelled within its cluster of huts and homes. People would meander about the market streets, safe within the stone walls, from the wilds. The towers once stood tall yet welcoming as traders and visitors made travel to her home.

Now though, the walls and towers were in ruins. The huts either burned or broken. And the streets, though littered with the sick and homeless, not as lively as before, with a solemn and hopeless air hanging over head.

The sky devils did not attack routinely, but they did attack faster than her fellow Cerinians could build. Her people were tired and losing more and more hope with each new invasion. Food, while shared willingly without cost, was slowly becoming scarcer by the day. Krystal looked along the streets and felt her heart break once again at a male she didn't know just stare into the sky, defeated.

She did notice that many of her people start to look at their prisoner and felt, more than heard, feelings of anger, fear, and hate. She couldn't blame them. They wanted him and all his accomplices dead and gone. A few months ago when her own mother was taken, she would have agreed with them.

But, she was growing more and more desperate with every passing day. She needed something, anything that could help bring her mother and the others back. So, she stayed her hand from delivering the red man's death.

She held her head higher now, as the chief's home came into view. A crowd had started following them now as they stepped inside. The chief was seated on his chair, looking over the map of the surrounding area at his feet, before looking up at the three newcomers, before frowning at the red man bound over the tall one's shoulder.

"A prisoner?"

Krystal stepped forward then, giving him a small bow at her waist, her spear planted into the ground. "Chief. I found this one on the border of our forest. His bird is apparently dead as it lay in the ground unmoving. I subdued this one in hopes that we could learn from his mind where we can find our missing." She then looked up at his withered face, the fur along his muzzle thick and long after years of growth, and his eyes tired and grey, but still steeled with resolve. "I also learned that his mind is surprisingly weak. All it took was a single suggestion and he fell to slumber."

A collective but subdued gasp rippled throughout the hut and the crowd behind them as she spoke. She felt then a collective spark of hope resound throughout her people. The chief, betrayed none of his emotions, but nodded all the same, and gestured to a wooden post in the middle of his room. The red man was carried over before being bound tight against the oaken post, before being given a wide berth.

The chief looked at the red man, his expression cold, but otherwise blank, before turning to Krystal with a subdued smile. "You have done well young warrior."

Krystal smiled and bowed once more before stepping forward next to the red man. She lowered her staff to his chest but made no move further until she heard the chief speak again. "Wake him up."

She nodded only once as she bent forward slightly and rested her palm on his head before focusing her mind once more.

Never before had Fox woken up with such a throbbing hangover. And he and Falco had done some stupid shit with drinking games. Shaking his head, he tried reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes, but was startled to find that he couldn't move his arms. His eyes shot open swiftly, his migraine disappearing with his revelation as he began to struggle against his bonds for all of a second, before he felt that familiar spear at his chest.

He looked up, and gaped as he saw a whole mob of blue and indigo foxes. Some were tall, some short. Some young, some old. But there was one thing he noticed they all shared. They were all very good looking. Even the men looked like they belonged on a modeling vid. He also noticed that there were significantly more men than women surrounding him.

"Tomed." A voice that sounded weathered drew his attention. He looked toward the source and saw what was clearly the eldest of those gathered. He wasn't massive, but he was tall. His build defined him as an old boxer who had long since retired. He wore no shirt, none of the men did, but he wore a loincloth and skirt wrappings around his waist, and those same golden bands he saw everyone wear. He also had a headpiece that looked to be made of a clear sapphire and silver. If Fox looked closer, he noticed that the crystals were the same as the one that crippled his arwing.

"Yei uho eih fhajedoh xoho. Uj jisx, no nacc kubo nxuk Yei bden udt ijo ak ke julo eihjocloj udt eih celot edoj," he said in that strange language of his. Fox opened his mouth to speak and try to gain something here, but was immediately silenced by the vixen and her spear.

He watched the chief kneel in front of him and grasp the top of Fox's head. A small sliver of panic setting into his stomach.

"A sud edcy fhemajo ke ro uj wodkco uj A sud, yok kxaj nacc homuad idfcoujudk," the old man said, before sighing and continuing in a much quieter tone, "Veh ij rekx."

The next thing Fox felt was an uncomfortable tingle all over his head, forcing a grunt and a gasp from him. It wasn't so painful that he wished for death. It was more akin to having a headache that would constantly throb.

The worst part however, was that he started seeing things from his past, as vividly as if he were reliving them. He saw his and Falco's duel on Titania, Andross' defeat on Venom, his father's funeral, and his mother's car exploding. All of it at once.

Fox refused to shed a tear, if anything, this only started to piss him off. What was going on? Why was this happening? Did this old man do this to him? Why him? All these questions circled in his head when suddenly, it stopped. The pain. The memories. All of it stopping as suddenly as it started.

He looked up at the old man, both angry and confused, at what he saw. He saw sorrow and remorse line the old man's face.

"I ask for forgiveness warrior," the old man said in fluent cornerese that made Fox boggle and gape. "My people are desperate for any glimmer of hope, that we had no choice but to read you."

Read him? Did…did this old man read his mind of all things?! Telepathy?!

"How..?" Fox gasped in bewilderment.

The old man looked down at him, his eyes still sorrowful. "My people, we Cerinians, have always had this power to feel and learn from each other's minds. I am sorry I forced you to relive such pain. But I had to learn your language for a few reasons."

The old man stood and turned to the mob and the vixen that held Fox under guard and shook his head, "Idradt xam, xo aj dek edo ev kxom. Udt xo bdenj dekxadw ev eih odomaoj."

At this, the vixen looked alarmed briefly before turning solemn and bending down to undo Fox's bindings. The rest of the mob, just looked crestfallen, before slowly and sullenly exiting the chief's hut.

"What…did you tell them?" Fox asked as he stood, rubbing his wrists gently.

The old man turned to him, a weak and almost broken smile on his lips.

"My people are under constant attack. From those who hail where you come from, the stars," the old man said as he took his seat again. Fox followed him and stood before the chief, remaining silent. "My name is Argoran, cheiftan of this village. It is my duty to keep the peace, keep my people safe, and to provide prosperity. But I could do nothing against the sky devils.

"This last winter, invaders from the skies descended upon us, with weapons that spit fire and lightning. At first were able to drive them back, and we thought the last of them." Argoron shook his head slowly, "We were wrong. They returned with stronger weapons, and these ships of your peoples, and started to lay waste to our homes, take our young and our women. And we are not alone in this. Other villages across our world have been under fire as well."

Fox's brows furrowed as things became clearer in his mind before looking at the vixen to his right. She had not looked at him, her lovely face no longer having that same fire when he first saw her, before turning back to Argoron.

"And you caught me thinking I was one of them," he trailed off. "You were trying to find your people."

Argoron nodded slowly before gesturing to the vixen, "We have all suffered from these demons. Krystal here has lost her mother, Sapphire, to these monsters. I have lost my son and daughter to them myself. We had hoped…" a heavy sigh escaped him, "What we hoped for doesn't matter anymore. You have given us a chance to fight back against them with their own minds now. For that you have my apologies again, and my most sincere gratitude."

Argoron turned to the vixen, Krystal again, "Krystal."

Krystal's head perked up as she stepped forward.

"Hokihd xaj ovvoskj ke xam. Xo nacc doot kxom ke hokihd xemo."

Krystal nodded only once before pulling Fox's communicator and his blaster to him. Fox looked at her and felt guilty. These people meant no harm to him. They just needed help. So carefully, he took his items back, holstering his blaster, before opening his commlink.

"This Fox calling GreatFox. Come in, GreatFox."

The screen fizzled with static before showing an image of Peppy, who looked nonplussed to say the least.

"So help me god Fox if you take that long to call in after a stunt like that again I'll make damn sure that you never get in the cockpit for a good long while. You have any idea how much repairs on an arwing cost?! And don't even get me started on Slippy's upgrade parts and whatnot-"

"Peppy save the lecture for later we got a much bigger problem than just some smugglers. There are natives on this planet and they're under threat of constant attack."

The old hare immediately sobered up and reigned in his temper, replacing his previous expression of anger with one of military professionalism.

"Give me the short version Fox."

Fox did just that, telling Peppy all that he learned so far planet side. The attacks, the kidnappings, and the telepathy. The old hare sat quiet for a second before nodding slowly.

"I'm sending the Landmaster and Slippy down there for backup. I, in the meantime, will contact General Pepper and see if we can't get some reinforcements, and possibly some provisions for the natives." Fox nodded his agreement. "What I need you to do is keep that village secure for the next couple days while Pepper and I get everything in order. Good luck Fox. Peppy out."

The commlink cut out then, allowing Fox to turn back toward Argoron, who had been listening in on the conversation, his face betraying a glimmer of hope.

"Did I hear all that correctly? You can help us?" His voice was raw, like he was holding back every emotion he had. Even Krystal looked worriedly at her chieftain.

Fox nodded once at Argoron, "Yeah. I'll get as much help as I can. Fact is, the only reason I'm even on this planet is because we got into a fight with some pirates. Pirates that I now think are directly responsible for these attacks. Even if you didn't want my help, I was gonna have to take them down anyway. Only now the mission parameters have changed.

My team and I are small, meaning we can't keep the whole planet safe. But, now that the report is in, we can get you and your people the help we both need."

Argoron stared him down for a second, giving Fox the impression that he was reading his mind now. Fox didn't care at that point. He'd let them see that he was earnest in helping them.

The chief then turned to Krystal and held his hand out to her. "Semo xoho Krystal, A'm weadw ke jxuho ucc kxuk A'lo couhdot vhem Fox."

The blue vixen took a few steps forward before kneeling down in front of her chief and bowing her head. The chief placed his hand atop her head gently before closing his own eyes. A few seconds passed as Fox stood and watched carefully, before both opened their eyes and the vixen stood and turned toward him, a warm and friendly smile on her muzzle.

"My name is Krystal. I am sorry for attacking you, and thank you, with everything that I am, for helping us. You are a better man than I foolishly believed."

For a moment, Fox didn't answer her. He was too busy repeating her voice over and over in his head, it was such a sweet sound. A blush heated his face as he realized he was staring before giving her a goofy smile, to which Krystal giggled at.

'God she is so cute.' He thought to himself before shaking his head again, reminding himself that his thoughts actively betrayed him on this planet.

"You don't have to apologize Krystal. I get it," he said before holding out his hand for her. She took a step forward and placed her own smaller hand in his before gripping him firmly. He returned the gesture before shaking her hand, his smile still plastered on his muzzle. "My name's Fox. Fox McCloud. Ace pilot and leader of the Starfox team. We'll get your people back to you. I promise."

Krystal smiled wide, a few tears unshed at the corners of her eyes as she looked at Fox, thanking every god and goddess she hadn't killed him.

"And you're sure it was Starfox?"

In a well-lit room, sitting at a desk with a terminal and folder opened, a Raven sat, looking worried and furious at the nervous hound in front of him.

"Yeah boss. That logo's pretty hard to not recognize. It was Starfox all right."

The Raven took a breath, before pushing his chair back and standing up straight, before walking around his desk. He then sighed, before turning back to the hound. "This changes things. It'll only be a matter of time before the Cornerian forces show up." He paused then, contemplating. "Order all forces to cease the smuggling gig and get them back here. We're getting as many of these natives off world and high tailing it to the next Market. Go. Now."

The hound nodded before bolting out of the door to relay his boss' orders.

The raven picked up the folder, staring at the newest report. So far they had captured hundreds of these primitives, and preliminary tests showed they were telepathic in nature. That made them worth millions a head. It really helped that every single female they had captured was stunningly gorgeous. Gorgeous slaves sold high enough as it was, but these creatures? He and his crew could get top dollar for each one and retire for the rest of their lives in wealth and luxury. He just needed about a hundred more.

He'd have to move fast.

I should point out now a few things some people might be confused about.

1: This is taking place instead of Adventures yes but I'm keeping the dino language.

2: In the dino language the letter Y is replaced with a zero. Not doing that. Treating the Y the same way as they treat the M.

3: Krystal has a mother and I'll touch on her father in the future, but the name Sapphire isn't mine. I've just seen a bunch of fictions where her mother is called Sapphire and liked the name.

4: Yes they are all telepaths, but I'm not making them overpowered. They can read minds with little effort but when it comes to sharing or taking info and even manipulating their targets are going to require direct contact. I'll touch on this in the actual story later, I'm just saying it here now cuz I don't want any reviews that say "That's not how it works blah blah you're dumb nyeh nyeh." none of that.

Finally, any time in the future of this story that something comes up but don't ACTIVELY explain in the story I'll explain down here.

Hope you enjoyed, if not eh whatever.