Introduction

I am well-known throughout the entire Lylat System as a very dangerous yet respectable man. I can assure you that I'm both, but I am both only when I want to be. People have spread a lot of rumours about me over the years, some of them true, some of them false yet interesting…and most just plain stupid.

Here's an example: "I heard that he tried to slit James McCloud's throat and James poked his eye out." No…just no. I would never do anything to harm James McCloud, nor him to harm me. That's the real problem: people make assumptions about me without even getting to know me first. That's not how I met James McCloud and that's not how I lost my eye, though I will admit they got one thing right: those two events happened within minutes of each other.

You wanna hear about it? Heh...yeah, I thought you might.

My rise to galactic infamy didn't take me too long, but did you know that my recruitment into one of the most lethal mercenary teams ever conceived was because of a personal quest? No. I bet you didn't. People think my teammates are just people that volunteered to work with me or people that had no better job to get. That's not true…well, not for most of them, anyway.

People think I hated Fox McCloud back then. No, I didn't. Not completely, at least. Was I angry when he defeated me that first time? Well, yeah. People get angry when they don't get their way, so you probably would be, too… unless you're the kind of sick freak that ENJOYS getting beaten around the bush. After letting it sink in, though, I was impressed by him. My battles before my first encounter with him toughened me up beyond my years and I still couldn't beat him. Is it any small wonder that I thought he was incredibly gifted?

The point I'm trying to get across is that no one really knows anything about you or the people you've come to love and care about until you tell them yourself. The rumours have gone on long enough. I'm here now to tell you my life story and finally set the record straight.

My life of infamy began (naturally) when I was a child. My mother and father were taken away from me in the wickedest way it could have happened. The man responsible was and still is my eternal nemesis even though he's been…how should I put this…"dealt with". I will never forgive him for the pain he has caused me and others like me, but there is no sense dwelling on it after this. Hopefully once I get this story of my chest, I'll never have to think about that cold-blooded bastard ever again and just let him waste away in the depths of Hell. In all seriousness, though it might not sound comforting to say, he belongs there.

Let's begin, shall we?

Call me what you will...call me infamous, call me notorious. Or call me as I am...

Wolf O'Donnell.


And so it begins...sort of. Just like the intro for Subspecies, though, that's all I have for now. Run with it for as long as you can.