Author's Note: This is my first Star Fox fic. And about the legalities...

I do not own Star Fox, or anything relating to it, they belong to Nintendo and whoever is designing/programming the games since Rare apparently isn't doing it anymore, and for good measure some things belong to Rare too, I think.

This story takes place after StarFox: Assault...

Prologue: The Call

The figure sat at a desk in a dimly lit room, late at night near midnight. Scattered across the desk were articles and photographs, newspaper clippings all linked together by their common subject, some old, some newer. The most recent read: "Aparoid Invasion Foiled!" One was framed and hung on the wall. It read: "Heroic Pilot Killed in Line of Duty."

How his blood boiled whenever he saw that headline! But now was not the time for that line of thought. Not when the fruits of many days of searching, many hours of frustration, were in hand. He looked again at the piece of paper in his hand. Written on it was a simple, seven0digit set of numbers; a telephone number. He reached for the phone, but as had happened each time before he hesitated, doubting. What if it was a wrong number? How could he be sure? Did he trust himself to remain under control if he answered?

With a small growl of annoyance at his own weakness, he picked up the receiver and dialed, before he could reconsider again. And he listened.

Ring... ring... ring... click!

"Hello?" came the sleepy reply. He smiled wickedly, well knowing that voice from all the television interviews, and said nothing. "Hello? Is anyone there?" My, but how good that tone of confusion sounded. He could imagine his target, sitting up in bed, the phone to his ear and trying to figure out who was on the other end, just breathing softly. "Hello?" With a quiet chuckle, one so soft that the phone didn't even pick it up, he simple hung up.

"Hello? Hello?"

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