Andy Summer looked at the monitors in his isolated island home, watching city life in Port Town. They had no clue he was there on the island. No one did. He couldn't afford for anyone to know. So many wanted his head on a platter- Black Shadow, Zoda, Samurai Goroh, to name a few.
Andy arose from his couch, walking over to a mirror, making sure he was ready for his shift at a local bar. His nametag sat on the pocket of a white button-up shirt, the name reading 'Bart Lemming'. One of his three personas. His final one sat on a stand, a red helm with a golden falcon emblazoned on it. Captain "Douglas Jay" Falcon. Even he didn't know where the "Douglas Jay" part came from. The media had pulled it from nowhere in their relentless attempt to identify the legendary racer/bounty hunter/ Smash Brothers Fighter. The only reason he didn't go and tell them they were wrong was because it kept them chasing their own tails for the moment.
As Bart Lemming left his home through the garage, he saw the sleek, blue form of his more famous vehicle. It had many scratches on it, and the seven painted on the left back fin was almost completely eroded away. For a fleeting moment, he was tempted to take the Blue Falcon to the bar, but his better judgment immediately cast the thought away. He took a more inconspicuous vehicle, slowly making his way through through Mute City and to his bar.
Bart sat on a barstool behind the counter, watching the seconds tick by on his watch. Business was agonizingly slow today. Six Galactic Federation recruits drank in the corner, discussing various topics, usually centering around women.