Chapter Text
Late in the evening, the door to the Great Fox’s bridge opened. Fox strolled inside, stretching his arms as he entered. He ambled past the desks and over to the golden robot at the ship’s main computer system.
“ROB, tell me what we’ve got for our upcoming mission,” requested Fox.
“Scanning…” ROB stared ahead at the computer, with his visor light blinking. It stopped and his head turned back to Fox. “Currently, there are no active missions for Team Star Fox.”
“Wait, what?” Fox scratched his head. “Lylat’s…not in danger?”
“Affirmative, no threats detected.”
Blinking, Fox folded his arms. “General Pepper doesn’t need us for anything?”
“Negative.”
“Not even a menial task?”
“Negative.”
“Double negative, that means affirmative.”
“Using that joke too frequently will decrease its effectiveness,” noted ROB.
“Sorry, you’re right.” Fox sighed. “Well, if the team isn’t needed, then where are they? Shouldn’t…I don’t know, at least Slippy be here?”
“Locating…” ROB’s visor flickered again. “Location confirmed. Slippy is in his personal laboratory.”
“Huh.” Fox drummed on his elbow. “Well, that’s not really surprising. How about Falco?”
“Falco is in the hangar.”
“Peppy?”
“Medical bay.”
“Huh.” Fox shrugged. “Well, uh, I guess I should go see what they’re up to.” He rubbed his chin. “Though…I’d probably only have time to go see one of them.”
Pivoting around, Fox walked from the Great Fox’s bridge and toward the door.
“Hmm. Who should I go visit…?”
“Falco in the hangar means he’s itching to fly. Better check on him.”
“Slippy is supposed to be working on something. Color me curious.”
“Peppy must be going over inventory. He might need some help too.”
“Changed my mind, I’m staying with ROB in the control room tonight.”
“Simulation practice might be good. Hand-to-hand combat is…handy.”