A new dawn: Chapter 1
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Dedication and copyright: All characters copyrighted to Nintendo, Rare, and myself. Permission to use my characters otherwise is forbidden without permission. This fiction does not reflect the views of Nintendo or Rare regarding the use of there characters. This fiction is dedicated to all the Falco Lombardi fans out there, which choose to honor him. Note: Thoughts are in '' while speech is in "" just to end some confusion.
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The alarm started to buzz, which was promptly put our but a blue feathered fist. It felt around the table and picked up the lighter and pack of cigarettes. Falco popped one in to his beak and lit it. He laid there staring at the ceiling. 'Why do I even bother' He thought to himself. 'It's been 5 months, and all we do is patrol sector after sector.'
Falco sat up and looked out the window at the expanse of stars. He was growing tired and restless on the Great Fox. They defeated Andross, and now it seemed like all they did was patrol sectors and stop would be smugglers and pirates. It was boring the hell out of him, and he needed a change of pace.
After taking a shower, he looked around his room and started to pack up his belongings. There wasn't much, just some photos and a lot of clothing. It fit in to two duffle bags. He was a bit surprised by this, but on the Great Fox there was no real need for personal knickknacks. He looked at the framed medals he received during the war, 'those where the days'. He then put them in to the duffel bag. He picked up the bags and turned off the light to his room, starting down to the docking bay.
Slippy was in the docking bay, working on the Arwings as usual. He spotted Falco walking over and putting duffel bags in to his Arwing, and hopped over to him. "Falco leaving us?" Falco looked over to him as he climbed in, "Yea got it squirt. I'm out of here, tell Fox that I'll be back, I just need a change of scenery for a while." Slippy was a bit confused, and this made Falco grin a bit. Outside of mechanics Slippy didn't think about a lot.
Fox was on the bridge, tapping his fingers on the command chair console. 'Where is he, he was supposed to relive me from watch 20 minutes ago.' The ship's sensors then alerted him to a Arwing launching, as Slippy came in. "What the... who is that?"
Slippy looked over, "Falco leaving, say needed a change of scenery." Fox grumbled, "Why that son of a...." He hit the comm. switch, "Falco you have duties here come back now!" There was some silence then the speaker came to life, "Sorry about that Fox, but you know me. I was going stir crazy with all these boring patrols we do...oh you'll find a leave request in with your morning paperwork, cya." Fox growled, and then shook his head. 'Typical of him... oh well, good luck my friend.'
About a week latter the events in Starfox Adventures happened, but as you can guess this story isn't about that, now is it?
Buy Lucus Drakestone Jr.
Dedication and copyright: All characters copyrighted to Nintendo, Rare, and myself. Permission to use my characters otherwise is forbidden without permission. This fiction does not reflect the views of Nintendo or Rare regarding the use of there characters. This fiction is dedicated to all the Falco Lombardi fans out there, which choose to honor him. Note: Thoughts are in '' while speech is in "" just to end some confusion.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The alarm started to buzz, which was promptly put our but a blue feathered fist. It felt around the table and picked up the lighter and pack of cigarettes. Falco popped one in to his beak and lit it. He laid there staring at the ceiling. 'Why do I even bother' He thought to himself. 'It's been 5 months, and all we do is patrol sector after sector.'
Falco sat up and looked out the window at the expanse of stars. He was growing tired and restless on the Great Fox. They defeated Andross, and now it seemed like all they did was patrol sectors and stop would be smugglers and pirates. It was boring the hell out of him, and he needed a change of pace.
After taking a shower, he looked around his room and started to pack up his belongings. There wasn't much, just some photos and a lot of clothing. It fit in to two duffle bags. He was a bit surprised by this, but on the Great Fox there was no real need for personal knickknacks. He looked at the framed medals he received during the war, 'those where the days'. He then put them in to the duffel bag. He picked up the bags and turned off the light to his room, starting down to the docking bay.
Slippy was in the docking bay, working on the Arwings as usual. He spotted Falco walking over and putting duffel bags in to his Arwing, and hopped over to him. "Falco leaving us?" Falco looked over to him as he climbed in, "Yea got it squirt. I'm out of here, tell Fox that I'll be back, I just need a change of scenery for a while." Slippy was a bit confused, and this made Falco grin a bit. Outside of mechanics Slippy didn't think about a lot.
Fox was on the bridge, tapping his fingers on the command chair console. 'Where is he, he was supposed to relive me from watch 20 minutes ago.' The ship's sensors then alerted him to a Arwing launching, as Slippy came in. "What the... who is that?"
Slippy looked over, "Falco leaving, say needed a change of scenery." Fox grumbled, "Why that son of a...." He hit the comm. switch, "Falco you have duties here come back now!" There was some silence then the speaker came to life, "Sorry about that Fox, but you know me. I was going stir crazy with all these boring patrols we do...oh you'll find a leave request in with your morning paperwork, cya." Fox growled, and then shook his head. 'Typical of him... oh well, good luck my friend.'
About a week latter the events in Starfox Adventures happened, but as you can guess this story isn't about that, now is it?