Fox winced as he pulled at his headset. Someone was being VERY loud on the comms.

-to rely on a team of strangers.”

Fox’s expression dampened a little at Kael’s follow up question.

“My team’s been…busy, with their own endeavors.” Peppy’s taking over for Commander Pepper, Slippy’s doing technical work for Space Dynamics, Falco…well, the less said about him, the better.

“The fact is, I don’t have a choice BUT-

-they want extra hands on deck as security. That’s where you and I come in.”

-Fox pulled out a small device and clicked an equally small button. It hummed to life as a hologram of a young female canine appeared.

“Princess Delza, apparently she’s been targeted all her life for one reason or another. There’s set to be a gala on the planet Ruule that she’s set to attend, so-

This must be one of the newer colony satellites they built after the war. Fancy, and almost reminds him a bit of Corneria, if a little sterile.

Following Kael inside, Fox takes a seat across his potential business partner.

“Right, so, I’ll cut to the chase: the job is to guard this woman.”-

“It’s all good. I know what it’s like to have to walk far just to get from one room to another.”

The joys of having a huge battleship all to yourself basically.

Fox reclines against the elevator wall and closes his eyes. Might as well rest them a little after the flight.

Talk about a real gap in appearance to behavior. Maybe he was just nervous though? It’s not as though Fox hadn’t experienced this before, however.

He offers Karl a warm smile and a nod.

“Sure, that sounds great. Lead the way, I’ll be right behind you.”

Fox would notice it immediately, giving a small wave as he made his way over.

“Hey! Nice to meet you, I assume you’re Kael?”

He offered a gloved hand for a polite handshake.

And soon enough, a bright blue starfighter would arrive at the satellite’s garage. Hopping out of the cockpit, Fox looked for a sign of whoever was supposed to be greeting him.

“Hmm…”

“Sounds good! Then, I’ll see you in a few hours.”

With a click, the line closed. Fox would immediately head toward the garage to set off. The sooner he gets there, the sooner he can see if this K team will be up to snuff.

“If it’s the location on your ad, I’m actually not that far off. I think I can be there in a few hours, give or take.”

And Fox would finally take a step back at that.

“What, don’t wanna share any more info on your organization? That’s a shame. I was getting so much use out of it.”

He let out a huff.

“Well, I’d call it a beautiful planet. A big blue ball with lush green forests, rows of mountains, and sprawling cities.”

“Works for me, would you be willing to meet at your headquarters? I’d rather not ask you to travel far unless you’ve accepted the job.”

“Well, as luck would have it I’ve been contracted to do some bodyguard work. Problem is, my usual teammates are off busy, and this is more than a one man job.

So, I figured I’d seek out some extra help from other mercs who’re accustomed to that sort of job.”

Fox has to stifle his curiosity for the moment as he switched to full business mode himself.

“This is Fox McCloud of Star Fox, I saw your ad online. Is your business still looking for work…?”

“…Huh.”

He taps at the ship’s keyboard a few times, and decides to give this new potential worker a call.

He’s humming to himself while looking at a variety of help wanted ads.

“I doubt you would’ve unless you’ve been to Corneria.”

“Hm? Oh, Cornerian Breakfast.”

It was admittedly a bit awkward, but that didn’t dampen Fox’s mood. After all, it reminded him greatly of one of his good friends.

“Yeah! Heck, I’m gonna have to treat you back for such a great gift.” He gives the feline a teasing jab with his elbow.

“Oh yeah, definitely. In fact, I’d expect nothing less from the great and powerful dominion.”

“Right, should probably get to moving again.”

He’s sipping on some coffee as he goes over daily news on his headset’s eyepiece.

“Huh! Don’t think I’ve ever seen ones like this before.”

He pops one in his mouth and smiles.

“…Heh, yeah, to a good friendship.”

He offers the box to Matt. No better way to enjoy chocolate than to share it with a friend.

“I wouldn’t say all sorts, but I’ve certainly taken some souvenirs now and then.

Why, what’s up?”

“No, no, of course not.” There’s a brief pause. “Should I be?” He rose a brow at the taller feline. Not that he was suspicious, but if this friendly fellow had anything worrying in mind, he’d be willing to lend a hand.