White vinyl high heeled boots clack on the floor as experienced T.U.F.F agent Kitty Katswell walks through an closed office building. Her gloved hand rests on her earpiece as she’s relayed information. According to an recently captured informant, important data on a orbital super weapon is being held in the top office of this building, locked in a desk. Kitty was on the top floor, and was staring down the hall. 

The boss’s door was open, a small scorch mark where be lock should be. She quickly whispers into her ear, “Chief, something’s wrong. Preparing to investigate.” She readies her hands in front of her in preparation, and begins to walk down the dark hallway. As she walked, she noticed a stairwell door slam shut. Her green eyes darted to the left and she instantly turned, cat like reflexes going into overdrive. She could hear the humming of some air vehicle like a jet coming from the roof.

Kitty sprints up the stairwell, black jumpsuit shining in the emergency lighting. As she kicks open the door, she gasps. A lapis colored vehicle was waiting on the helipad, shaped strangely like a origami crane. Kitty notices a tall, thin figure in a curvy pilot’s jumpsuit walking towards the craft with a briefcase in hand. She turns her head towards her, and Kitty can see the logo on her jumpsuit’s shoulder and the wing of her jet. 

The pilot is Krystal, experienced fighter pilot and telepath for Starfox. Her shining eyes turn to Kitty and her heart jumped in her chest. The two agencies may have been bitter rivals, but it was an honor to finally meet her in the flesh. She was well known in Starfox as an opponent that wasn’t to be messed with, but Krystal carried the same distinction at T.U.F.F. Krystal considered the pistol at her belt but disregarded it. She wanted this to be as fair as can be.

A gaze went between their eyes, one of sheer icy steel. Krystal makes the first move, a swift kick to the stomach. Kitty counters perfectly by turning her body to the side and grabbing Krystal’s boot. She lifts straight up, sending Krystal to the ground on her back. Kitty frowns slightly. “You don’t have to do this. We can just both walk away from this.”

Krystal responds with a boot to the jaw, sending Kitty flying away from her. As she gets up she says, “Both of us know how this’ll end. Let’s just focus on that.” She lifts Kitty up by the shoulder, twisting her arm. Kitty’s eyes widen and she screams as the rubber sleeve of her jumpsuit bulges out. Her right arm is out of commission entirely, rolled out of the socket. Tears well up in her eyes as she slams down her high heeled boot into Krystal’s shin. 

A similar pain rockets through her leg, making her wince. The bone thankfully doesn’t break but running is certainly out of the question. Grappling Kitty around the waist with one arm, they both fall to the ground with Krystal on top. Stepping on her opponent’s taunt and flat stomach, she grits her teeth and twists hard. Kitty whines louder as she feels her left leg break, femur completely dislocated. She reaches out and pulls Krystal down to her level by the ankle, straddling her.

Kitty curls up her gloved hand into a fist and begins punching Krystal hard in the gut. Krystal feels her breath slam out of her and she lets out a hacking cough. It’s clearly too late to hope for mercy. Time to move in for the kill. “I’m sorry Kitty, but you don’t leave me a choice.” She springs her hands and wraps them around Kitty’s scrawny neck and begins to squeeze hard, thumbs in her windpipe.

Kitty instantly stops punching Krystal to move her hands up to her own throat. The pain is immense and she uselessly scrambles at Krystal’s fingers as the life chokes out of her. Her eyes widen and she can feel her energy slowly drain. She grabs a hold of her wrists, shaking them. Krystal looks away in shame, knowing the poor girl is more terrified than she’s ever been in her life. She continues to squeeze hard, hearing Kitty’s gurgles and whines as the air in her lungs turns stale and begins to drool.

Her tongue comes out of her open mouth, dripping onto her own suit and onto Krystal’s. Her arms hang down by her sides, fingers curling up and relaxing, legs lightly kicking on the ground. Krystal stands up and presses Kitty against the side of her jet, lifting her by the throat. Her eyes are wide and tearful due to the pain in her lungs and she slowly hiccups as her body begins to shake. Krystal can’t stand to watch anymore, and quickly turns Kitty around in her arms. Her chin rests in her hand as Krystal whispers in her ear. “I’m sorry for all this. You were one of the best.”

With a single heavy twist, Krystal snaps Kitty’s neck. Her head rotates ninety degrees as all resistance from her foe melts away. Her entire body goes limp and her vibrant green eyes roll upwards. Krystal let’s go and Kitty falls to the ground like a rag doll, arms and legs spread out and face down. 

Krystal knows for a fact that a cleanup crew would arrive soon, so she had to hurry up. She cradled Kitty’s agape head in her arms one last time and strokes her soft cheek, shutting her eyes with her fingers. She then picks up the briefcase and hops into her jet. She flies off, leaving Kitty’s corpse on the roof of the skyscraper