Falco's flight-chapter 1-watch the watch

Falco lombardi was bored. Out. Of. His. Skull.

Slippy's week off had lead to a slur in upgrading training programs. Falco had gotten bored with fighting 1,000 robots in under 10 minutes whlst protecting a package. Far too easy. Falco was starting to consider taking up his bags and leaving. Things hadn't been the same since Fox left.

"Falco, still bored, are we?" a melancholy voice uttered.
Falco looked around. Nobody was here. And that's how he liked it in his room.
"Down here, Mr. Lombardi."
Nope. Surely not. Was that a watch talking to him?
"Falco, we've recorded that you're bored of how things currently stand. The galactic federation may have a spot open for a pilot of your calibre."
"Tell me something i don't know. If i wanted to be bossed around by faceless tyrants, i would've gone looking for Fox a long time ago. Buzz off."
"stubborn as ever. i strongly recommend you think this through, Falco. I'm not at liberty to say anything, but you're more than likely in grave danger. There'll be money changing hands of course."
"More of the same, gf. When fighting a scientist who lives on a hazardous planet with hundreds of drones alongside a toad and a fox whilst defending bases from three people almost identical to us in skill, you're bound to be in danger. Money normally seems to leave my hands due to speeding tickets anyways. Now please stop trying my patience."
Falco was having his first real conversation in 2 months with a watch. Perfectly sane.
"Falco, this is serious. It's not just the worlds you know of that are in danger, but all worlds. This reaches further than just the starfox series, or even further than all of nintendo itself. This is mass video game carnage."
"Oh well. Fox'll show up in the nick of time as always, we'll save the day then."
"Not as simple as that. I really want you to accept this, then i can explain everything."
"I told you to buzz off and the offer still stands. GO AWAY!!"

At this, the watch strangely grew rockets and propelled itself away. But what could a watch tell Falco that he didn't already know? Mind you, if it was the old GF, then it could very well be everything. Samus Aran spear headed them, and she's a valuable partner, and a pretty one... Nah, it'd never work out. Wait! What if the GF had something on Fox? Well, what was Falco doing now? Gathering dust. Nothing to lose, Falco would have to catch up to the watch.