Alright let me fill you in. I'm attempting a small series. It's all going to be chronological. Falco, being my favorite character, is going to be the beginning… other than that vague Star Wolf thing before. That was just getting it started. Anyway, I'm going to start with Falco's past. Original, right? But, come on, everyone loves Falco.
And I have NO IDEA where Falco is from, so it's just never going to be mentioned, okay?
Well, here we go.
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=_Prologue_=
I hate this damn town, and it hates me. I mean, it must. I live in a ratty apartment building that costs a shit load more than it should. Not to mention the way I make money. Yup, you guessed it: I'm in a gang. It's just a small group of people. Nonetheless, I am at the bottom of the totem pole. I never get to take part in the action. I drive the damn team wherever the job is; most of the time it's just small convenience stores. I want some thrill. I could really care less about the money. I just want a life experience; some exciting story that I'd be proud to have done. Something that people would admire me for, but not a hero or anything like that. Does this make any sense? People tell me I should enroll in the Cornerian Defense Academy, but I don't like the idea. To me, you should fly because you want to, not because you have to, and especially not to kill people. Sure, they save the Lylat system and whatnot, but they kill people to get it that way. I fly because I like the way it feels. I can leave my problems on the ground. Unfortunately, when driving the gang places, I have to use a car. It was obviously stolen. It looks way too expensive for them to be able to afford. I don't mind though. It feels pretty good to be behind the wheel of that car. Me, I drive my motorcycle. Cliché, right? Story of my life… so far.