Mute City

A blue racing vehicle zoomed across the track, traveling at breakneck speeds. Its driver sat in his seat, looking forward intently, his eyes focused on the goal. Just as it was nearing the finish line, however, an entirely black vehicle barreled into it, upsetting the course of both racers and nearly sending them into the wall. The driver's eyes narrowed and his grip on the steering wheel tightened, as he expertly maneuvered the craft to capitalize on the momentum of the near-crash. The blue racer just narrowly crossed the finish line first, managing to overcome the difficulties that had been presented to it. The crowd cheered loudly, happy that the crowd favorite had come through after all.

A few minutes later, however, Captain Douglas Jay Falcon was not exactly happy. Once again, his personal rivalries and bounty-hunting career had nearly cost him the race, and his life. It had come to be that every time he left his home, some maniac tried to kill him. But that was the cost of the life he led. He never complained.

Captain Falcon drove his race car, the Blue Falcon, into his much larger transport ship. Exiting his vehicle, he walked through the corridors into the cockpit. Sitting down in the pilot's seat, he turned on his ship and took off for his home, an island chain off the coast of Port Town. There, at least, he had solitude.

As Captain Falcon piloted the larger vessel, his thoughts once again turned to his many rivals. Some of them, like Zoda, came as a result of his racing talents. Some, like Samurai Goroh, were because of his bounty-hunting. And some, like Black Shadow, were due to a little bit of both.

Falcon's ship landed on his property smoothly, as it always did. Captain Falcon walked back through the corridors to the Blue Falcon, where he opened up the cargo bay. Climbing back into his racer, he piloted down out of the ship, and into his parking garage.

When he left the Blue Falcon, however, Captain Falcon was in for a shock. Instead of being alone, as he expected to be, a man dressed entirely in white was in front of him. Startled, he set out to deal a painful uppercut to the man, but the man caught Falcon's hand before he could connect.

"Now, now, Mr. Falcon. Let's be civil here."

The man released Captain Falcon's hand, and he reluctantly withdrew it. Glaring at this intruder, Captain Falcon proceeded to question him in a harsh voice.

"Who are you? Who sent you? What is your mission?"

The man laughed a little at the line of questioning. Crossing his arms, he calmly met Falcon's piercing gaze.

"You may call me Sir, Mr. Falcon. I am here at the request of my superior to invite you to a tournament of fighting ability."

Captain Falcon snorted derisively at the man, before answering him in the same harsh tones.

"Yeah, right. I have way too many enemies for this to be legit. Besides, even if it is, why would I go there and make more? Sorry, I'm not interested."

Captain Falcon turned to leave the garage, but found the man in front of him again.

"You certainly do have quite a lot of rivals, Mr. Falcon. It would certainly be a travesty if all of them were to…disappear…" the man said slyly

Captain Falcon's eyebrow raised as the man said this. Surely he wasn't serious.

"…what's the catch?" he said after a while.

"Well, you have to win, of course. But other than that, no catch. I guarantee it."

Captain Falcon crossed his arms and gave the man a long, hard stare. Eventually, he blinked and let out a breath of air, uncrossing his arms.

"Fine. I'll play your game."

"Excellent. Now, just follow me, Mr. Falcon."

The man turned around and walked straight into a portal that had suddenly appeared there. Captain Falcon, not even hesitating, walked forwards, and disappeared into the portal.

By Oddname