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We were bounty hunters, my team and I. That's all we'd ever be. We weren't a real threat, just an inconvenience. We made our living off of other people's mistakes. What side we were on anyway, if we eliminated the worst type of people? Did we even want to cause trouble? What did they even want with us? I guess it was just the whole rivalry thing that kept us fighting. Was it the sheer motivation of thrill? There was no point in it. They always managed to defeat us. Was that it? Was it just because we had to regain our dignity? Now that I think about it, it all just seems like a game. And the good guys always win in the end. No one ever wonders what happens to the villains afterwards. Usually when they beat us, they just let us go. The only harm is left on our ships and on our reputation. I'm tired… tired of this way of life. I just want some respect, you know? Glory would be nice, too…
I don't care if we fail, or miraculously win for once. All I want is for someone to notice… someone to fear us. I want to leave our mark on history. I don't care if we die doing it. We'll all die one day. We might as well do something big while we have the chance.
One more word comes to mind: regret. What does that mean anyway? Is it guilt, or just wishing you never did it in the first place? The way I see it, you should never feel sorry for anything you ever did, even if it put you or anyone else through hell.
After a while, it all seems routine. The anger, the fighting, the losing. It ends now. This is the beginning of the end; the end of Star Fox, even if it means the end of us…
The end of Star Wolf.
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