Posted on 2022-02-12 15:36:56
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The great thing about having been kidnapped was that no one, not even Fox, could understand what she was capable of. What she was.

Those lizards that dared attack Sauria were far too braindead for her powers to do anything. The same could be said for much of the life on Sauria.

But Fox? Krystal took great pleasure invading his mind, sifting through every nook and cranny and finding just how powerful the pilot was. Though is confidence and trust in other was sizable, the grief of his dead father and his lonely heart outweighed it at least twice over. All in the short span of time after she had been freed from that crystal.

And once she was on The Great Fox, her plan was set. She had to work slow, lest his friends and any officials with thier eye on the team grew suspicious. But that just meant she had to get creative.

An odd dream here, a hallucination there with her arm to comfort, and long nights alone, using Fox's Lancelot complex against him.

It took at least three months before she was certain. A glazed look in the eyes whenever she spoke to him, how desperate he appeared for her ideas or confirmation on any plans whether attack or recreation, and how easy it was for him to 'voluntarily' step down as leader and appoint Krystal as the new head of StarFox. They all had thier gripes, but by then, Krystal had hacked into thier minds as well.

When the Aparoids began thier invasion, though Krystal appeared as shocked as the rest of Lylat, she projected herself through the mind of a single drone, rising all the way up to the queen.

"I am prepared sister. Say the word and my personal force is at your command."