"Ah, Falco Lombardi. Renowned ace and pilot of the Starfox team, am I correct?"
"Damn right." Falco snorted.
"I've heard that you're rather headstrong." The interviewer said, straightening his tie.
"I just take the lead, and everybody else follows." Falco said, giving off the best smirk he can muster.
"That's not what I picked up from your captain and team leader, Fox Mccloud. He seemed to hint that you were quite the- how did he put it? I took this part out, but he called you a troublemaker. And a slight sadist, and a closet homosexual, and an asshole, and- A dear and close friend and ally."
Falco's blood can almost be seen boiling inside him, and he clenches his hands into fists. "That… Grrrr…."
"Please, keep your temper down, . First question: How many confirmed kills do you have?"
"Around one to two thousand kills. Confirmed, of course. That's not even counting the unconfirmed ones that Fox refuses to count. Bit too busy being with Krystal, in my opinion. But yeah, I'm a high scorer. Sounds like a vid-game title, but it's an official one. Not that it denotes my skill, but I think it's pretty obvious that I'm very skilled."
"I heard say…"
"Don't start that up again. Take it from me, the actual pilot."
"On more about your piloting skills, which you seem so adamant about. What part do you play in the grand scheme of the team?"
"I'm more of a scout, not really a heavy hitter. I eyeball what the enemy's got, and then fall in with the rest. I'm not as good at just blasting away ships like Fox or Krystal is, but I can beat either of in a game of aerial acrobatics. I can do more barrel roles per minute than they can, and they've got the fastest reflexes on the team. … Aside from me, of course."
"What is the oddest, weirdest, most out of the ordinary thing that's happened to you during your flight career with Starfox?"
"Well, it has to be when Krystal pulled something where like a blue bolt shot out from her forehead or something and blew up an enemy mothership. That freaked me out kinda, and I don't believe in gods, goddesses, God, 'the universe' or that kind of BS. But I swear, that was magic. Pure magic. Made me question it. I really can't answer it, but I'm not a scientist."
"I see many people like that. They seen the divine or supernatural, and they refuse to believe the obvious. So, why are you so headstr- Confident, in a dogfight?"
"Well, it's because I want to be the best. Beat Fox on the side, shoot down more than he does. Krystal can beat both of us, though. I don't know how she does it, but sometimes, she just does the weirdest shit. Though on me and dogfights, I like to swoop in, guns blazing, and hope that nothing shoots me back."
"Do you have any strategy aside from rushing in?"
"Not really, to be honest."
"How did you come to be in the Starfox team?"
"It all began when I met Fox in flight academy. We became fast friends, and soon more than friends. We were happy, being together. We never got further than kissing in an arwing's cockpit, but we were sure that we were meant to be together. I guess you could call it love. Either way, I did some things I'm not proud of, and he just went away. He came back a while later, with Fara. They're no longer together, but they're on good terms. I guess he never went on with another guy, but it was interesting."
"I'm glad to see another viewpoint on here. Is he faithful to who he's in a relationship with?"
"Always. He's a goody-two-shoes. With Katt and me, it's a little looser, not that we fool around with other people that much."
"Ah, Katt. That leads me to my other question. What does she mean to you?" The interviewer shifted around.
"We are together, or how you'd say it. She was there, and we already had a history. And so we just kinda- struck it up. Was mostly about sex during the start, but then it got deeper." Falco chuckles. "We realized that we really did like each other, and we promised that we'd stay together. Then Fox's father was killed, and he went haywire, planning to defeat Andross. He formed Starfox, and I joined him, because he needed my street smarts. Katt didn't like that, and we fell away for a lot of time. Then she came and helped us on that weird, polluted green place with eh- searlights. Also helped with the missles. That was big. During the in-between time between the Lylat Wars and the Sauria mission, I quit. Went off with Katt and her band of miscreants, but then something happened. I don't want to talk about it."
"I respect that, Mr. Lombardi."
"If you, yourself, were the leader of Starfox, what would you do?"
"First, I'd take off the moral restrictions. Money is money, after all. We'd do any job, no matter how dirty. Fox thinks that I'm on it for charity work or something. I'm in it for money. That and he might be an old friend, but I don't know."
"Pardon me for judging, Mr. Lombardi; But it seems to me that you'd not be the best fit for the leader. If you had it your way, you'd take it in the direction of Starwolf, and they're hated galaxy-wide. Take and choose your steps and words wisely, Lombardi."
"Look, if you want to run a mercenary team, you try and do so!" Falco snaps.
"I'm not the innocent you think I am. Now! To the next subject."
"No. This time, I'm asking the questions." Falco stands up. "What do you think about religion? Bleh. What do you think about war? Good for cash. What do you think about love and marriage? Bunk, divorce is coming soon enough. God? There never was a god, and never will be, no matter how hard Fox or Krystal or any religious zealot prays! A nihilist, that's what I am!"
"I'm happy to break this news, but the interview is over. Good riddance, Mr. Lombardi."
