A tall, dark, thin feline sat in a room next to another chair, in between which was placed a small coffee table.
"Hello, Fox, and welcome to the Interview."
"Hello, I'm Fox Mccloud, hero of the Lylat system. I'm an awarded veteran and leader of the Mercenary team Starfox." He said, smiling in his trademark charming way.
The Interviewer's brow furrowed. "Did you say mercenary team? I've heard that of late most mercenary teams are of quite ill repute."
Fox moved his hands in a reassuring fashion. "We only take jobs that are either by the Cornarian government, or ones that we deem as not morally bankrupt, unlike those sonsabitches over at Starwolf. And if the Cornerian government asks us to do something too extreme, we go over and check it out on our own time, and if necessary, fight off their troops if it involves harming innocents."
"So you're not loyal to the Cornerians?" The Interviewer looked rather shocked, and he adjusted his tie.
"We're loyal as long as we get a paycheck, and they don't kill civilians. I learned that the hard way, took a contract on destroying a pirate outpost. Little did we know that they were withholding some key info from us, like that there were families on that outpost, children, babies! God, I can still see their corpses floating in space, mothers holding children, husbands trying to shield wives. Babies blown in half. Fucking war. Fucking military. Fucking higher ups, thinking that we don't have morals!" Fox slammed his hand down on the table, causing it to shake. He blinked back tears, shaking uncontrollably. After a minute of silence, he regained his composure.
The Interviewer was visibly terrified, and he edged his chair away from the vulpine.
"Mr. Mccloud, how do you feel about one of your own leading the Cornarian military?"
"Peppy's a good man. He's like a second father. He helped me through those times when the fact that my father had died at the hands of Pigma Dengar, damn him to the pits of hell, got to me. He showed everybody that he would sacrifice himself for the greater good when he crashed the Great Fox into the Aparoid homeworld. Krystal was the one who took it the hardest when we all though Peppy was dead."
The Interviewer shifted, adjusting himself for a more comfortable position on the chair.
"About Krystal. She is the last of her Cerinian race, am I correct?"
"She is, and it really hung heavy on her when I first met her. Then we got a connection, and she found me, and I found her." He got a dreamy look in his eyes, resting back in the chair.
"Have you been romantically involved with this vixen?"
"She's the light of my life. Only person who keeps me sane. I love her more than anything in the universe."
"Mr. Mccloud, this may be too personal, but if she happened to die, what would you do?" The Interviewer asked nervously.
"I- I'd end it all. I'd find myself a place that I'm happy, and I'd end it all. Be with my mom, be with my dad. Be with her." He choked out.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Mr. Mccloud."
"No, it's fine."
"What are your views on war, Mr. Mccloud?"
"To sum up my answer, let me show you this;" He pulled up his shirt, showing off a scar running from his neck to his abdomen. "Got this when I was shot down, there for a minute, I thought I was gonna die. Then Krystal comes swooping in, like a guardian angel, and saves me. War is never good. But when it's against a completely depraved man such as Andross, I feel it's right."
"You're a good man, Mr. Mccloud. Do you have an spiritual stances?"
"You mean do I believe in God? Definitely. Only something divine could have stopped Andross, and gave my dad a little more time on earth, just enough to save me. Krystal has her gods and goddesses, and one time I took her to a vigil with me when we landed on Cornaria, but that was a disaster."
"But what do you believe in, Mr. Mccloud?"
He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a small steel sigil, with his father's name engraved on it. "I'm a man of faith, Interviewer."
"So, anything on politics? Do you care about politics?"
"I voted for Peppy when he was running for military commander, and I think everyone else followed in my steps, except for one majorly hacked-off captain. When I was younger, I would use my fame to get pretty much whatever I wanted, but really that all ended when I met Krystal."
"What are your veiws on homosexuaility, Mr. Mccloud? Some of the tabloids have suggested you having relationships with your teammate, Falco, or your sworn enemy, Wolf O'donnell."
"I've got no problem with it, but I'm not one myself. I was chased off of any other affections by Krystal. I'd never even thought of any kind of attraction for Wolf. Where do these perverts get their ideas?" He sighed, disappointed.
"I don't know, Mr. Mccloud, you've come to a very public relationship with Krystal… Krystal-" He snaps his fingers. "I hate to ask, but what is her last name? I feel very ignorant for not knowing."
"It's fine, her last name is Zonac. She's from a family of priests and priestesses."
"Ah, so does her faith line up with yours?"
"Unfortunately, no but I still love her all the same. Though now, she's getting me to think a little more about it." He leaned over and whispered to The Interviewer. "I think that her gods and goddesses might be real. After all, she has some pretty impressive things that I don't think science can do."
The Interviewer leaned in, and whispered back. "You should encourage her to write down everything in a book, publish it, remember her gods, her goddesses, and her planet, with a professionally published book, one transcribing everything about her worship. The practices, the rituals, the beliefs about every god and goddess, it'd make a supreme book." Then The Interviewer snapped his fingers. "The interview is over." He declared.
"Well, It's been a fine time talking with you. Thanks for the the chat." Fox said, grinning.
"No, thank you, Mr. Mccloud."