With AFC Blinky hooked up the S.P.A.C.E. technicians started a data retrieval sweep upon the poor robot’s battered remains.

As the intelligence poured into the holographic emitter the shape of the enemy began to take form. An entire planet slowly being converted inch by inch into the massive superstructure that is K.O.M.P.L.E.X.’s CPU.

Leaning in Captain LaFoo’s tail inadvertently brushed against Commander Dogstar’s leg as she stared into the projection “This… this is horrible… there’s got to be some weakness to this thing.”

The commander nodded as he shifted his gaze away from the fox. In the back of his mind he was certain he ordered the right size uniform for the captain, but the fox was clearly testing the limits of their structural integrity. “Yes… horrible.”

‘I’m certain that size would fit an F-cup… could she be more? She must be… damn. I should have asked… but that sounds a bit… inappropriate of a commanding officer.’

His thoughts betrayed the severity of the moment, ‘Come on man, stop thinking about her uniform. There’s serious matters to attend to here old dog.’ Nodding to himself as he rubbed his chin in a contemplative manner, ‘Just put it out of your mind! Imagine she’s not ever wearing it.’

The bloodhound ears twitched as he realized what he was thinking now. Beneath his graying fur a blush spread, his fingers fidgeting against the console, “Err… I’m going to go alert the others about this. Time is of the essence!”

And with that he hurriedly slipped out of the room.