Ace in the Hole
"Emperor Andross?"
Andross rubbed his eyes, pushing the microscope away. "Thank you for being prompt, O'Donnel."
Wolf touched his hand to his brow, glancing around the lab. This place always gave him nightmares for days. Andross created things that killed and things that cured within inches of each other. Wolf knew it was genius, but it scared him. It was the one thing that did. "What is your need?"
"I need your opinion on something." He picked up a test tube, sealing it absently. "This war coming up… do you think we shall win?"
Wolf stared at him. "… Yes. Yes I do. Corneria and their alliances, for all their armada, can't hold against ours. In the end, we will have an edge."
"Indeed. Our technology is superior. However…." He held up the test tube, looking at the contents. All Wolf saw was pale blue liquid. "What do you suppose would happen if they called in Star Fox?"
"Ah." Wolf leaned on a desk, rubbing his chin. "That is an interesting question. They're good… I've seen them. Three fighters honed to greatness. They could propose a problem."
"So you're saying if we get rid of them, there is no threat to our victory." Andross stated, still staring at the test tube.
"Barring they pull a miracle from somewhere… yes." Wolf held up a finger. "But I've met McCloud. He's tough as diamond, just as sharp. Getting rid of him will not be easy."
"I've met him as well, but something about diamonds: they have one fatal weak spot." Andross looked at Wolf. "I have something that he desperately wants."
"Bad enough to abandon his planet, his friends? His son?" Wolf lifted an eyebrow slowly. "No amount of money could buy that man. His wingmates perhaps…"
"In due time, O'Donnel." Andross set the test tube in a machine, pressing a set of keys. "In due time. For now, I need you to do something for me…"