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An unknown plane of existence

Red. It was all you could perceive. The dappled reds and oranges swirled around your being as you found yourself trapped in between the realms of existence and insubstantiality. It felt eminently bizarre. The odd, weightless sensation lasted for what seemed like an eternity until a sudden phosphorescence began to radiate from the distinctive blade that was strapped to your back. Curiously, you firmly grasped the familiar object by its scarlet grip and gently eased the weapon out of its intricately-designed scabbard. You held the now-glowing blade in front of you.

        Ah, yes... the Doomblade - an immensely powerful sword that you had acquired under the tragic circumstances that befell you not too long ago. It was the most beautiful blade that you had ever laid eyes upon. Its golden guard was in the shape of a graceful butterfly - an image that brought back memories both joyous and sombre. The sapphire-stained gem that was embedded within the centre of the guard was reminiscent of a dragon's eye that followed your every move. Eight sharp points protruded from the forte of the ruby-red blade, four on either side. Another gemstone, bright-turquoise and oval-shaped, was embedded into the rounded foible. Indeed, this sword was the most precious asset in your possession.

        You tightly shut your eyes, as the Doomblade's blazing light had proved too strong for them to handle. Yet, you intimately held the blade close to your form in your desperate pleas for comfort. The Doomblade, as if it heard your wishes, allowed its warm energy to depart from its containment and flow into your body, instantly putting you at ease. You slowly began to drift into a deep and pleasant sleep, your beloved sword at your side.

        "My dearest flower... do not fret, for I shall be reborn again."

~~~

Planet Pop Star

Sluggishly, you lifted your eyelids as you quickly regained consciousness, realising that you were no longer surrounded by the winter landscape that you had grown so used to. The ground that you were resting upon was paved over with old, tattered stone bricks. Picking yourself up from the ground, you carefully laid hold of the Doomblade and brought it closer, sliding it back into your scabbard. You examined your surroundings, eyeing the mysterious, crumbling stone-brick towers that dotted the area. In the distance stood numerous sharp mountains beneath a misty, green sky.

        It was undeniable - you had found yourself in the middle of an ancient ruin. You were utterly mystified as to how you ended up in this predicament. Regardless, you traipsed forth in search of anybody who could be of assistance to you. You wandered across the barren terrain as you surveyed the abandoned towers that had succumbed to time. Twisted, parasitic vines crept through the narrow crevices in the bricks and, like strangling fingers, wrapped themselves around the brittle structures.

        The eerie silence brought a chill to your spine as you meandered aimlessly about the ruins. It made you feel uneasy - like something was quietly observing you from afar. You continued your journey past the decayed setting despite your anxieties, until you came upon a fascinating discovery. A sword - it had been thrust into the ground in front of you. Considering how old and weathered everything else appeared to be, you were surprised to find that this particular blade wasn't rusting in the slightest. In fact, on closer inspection, it was completely spotless, as if it had only recently been cleaned.

        "Strange..." you mused.

                Just then, an abrupt voice echoed from above. It was deep, gravelly and masculine, with a thick Spanish accent.

                        "Who are you and why have you come here?" the voice questioned.

                                Startled, you frantically glanced all around the expanse until you spotted a round silhouette atop one of the towering stone pillars. You couldn't quite decipher the being's features - only the pair of glowing, yellow eyes that stared daggers at you with overwhelming intimidation. You stumbled back in sheer terror as your eye-line collided with his. You were speechless as you struggled to articulate your current situation.

        Irked by your silence, the creature leapt from the pillar and landed perfectly onto the ground in front of you. He withdrew an electrified golden blade from his scabbard, pointing it directly at you. Four sharp tines protruded from the opposing weapon and a blood-red gem was embedded into its guard, similar to the one in yours. The seriousness that exuded from the silhouette's glimmering eyes told you that this individual was exceedingly skilful with his sacred sword and that he could cut you down effortlessly with just one slash of its golden edge. The shady swordsman inched forth with the blade in-hand, readily equipped to do battle.

        As the stranger wilfully approached you, the sunlight bounced off of his figure, allowing you to more easily make out his various attributes. Despite his menacing appearance, the swordsman was only a little over half your height. His body was round and his skin was a brilliant royal blue. The most apparent feature about this swordsman was that he donned a steel mask that shielded his face - only his radiant eyes were distinguishable through the V-shaped visor. The mask was adorned with four small, but sharp ridges above the visor, two on each side. The hand that had extended the blade towards your trembling form was blanketed by a thick, white glove that sported a protective mitten gauntlet, as his other hand was dressed identically. His short arms were shielded by a pair of shining, purple pauldrons with golden edging and an upwards curl, the one to his left boasting a designated insignia imprinted upon it. His insignia was of the letter 'M' in front of what looked like an upwards-facing sword. The swordsman's dark-violet, oval-shaped feet were cupped by pointed sabatons, matching the colour of his pauldrons. Lastly, he was cloaked in a vast, navy-blue cape that fluttered in the wind. It was lined with golden stitching, and the inside of its wavy collar was a cold and pale azure.

        You quivered in fear as you took in the full image of the masked swordsman, who continued to threaten your existence as he rose the tip of his blade up to your chest. "Speak," his voice rumbled, bringing yet another chill to your spine. He had you backed against a stone pillar opposing the one he had jumped from previously. Shaken beyond belief, you hesitated, yet you managed to blurt out a few words in response. "P-please, sir... have mercy," you begged as a lone tear rolled down your cheek.

        The swordsman witnessed your distress and, to your surprise, he lowered his weapon. "Very well," he said as he stowed away the blade. "You didn't answer my question," he commented. You gasped with realisation, hurriedly scouring your mind for the right words. "I... I don't know where I am... I... don't know why I'm here," you ultimately replied. The swordsman wrapped himself up in his velvety cape as he hummed in thought. "You are lost," he acknowledged. You nodded meekly, the man’s foreboding presence filling you with dread.

        "This is Sacred Square," the swordsman added, turning away and gesturing to the foreign landscape. You took another look at the surrounding area, then back at the mysterious figure before you finally pieced together that you were on a completely different planet. "This... this isn't Earth," you mentioned, eyes wide. The man glanced back at you, curious. "Earth?" "Yes... my... home planet," you clarified. The swordsman hummed with intrigue. "Interesting... tell me, Earthling. You have a name, yes?" You nodded once again in response. "Then," he continued as he turned to face you completely, taking two steps towards your unsettled figure. "Whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

        "M-my name... it's _______, sir," you stammered.

                "_______..." the swordsman repeated. As he spoke your name, the man's eyes slowly drifted towards the hilt of your Doomblade. "It seems that you are in possession of a sword as well," he pointed out. You looked over your left shoulder and caught a glimpse of the butterfly-shaped guard that was neatly tucked into your scabbard. "Oh... yes," you muttered in return. "May I see it, perhaps?" asked the swordsman as he tilted his head to the side, clearly fascinated by the hilt's ornate composition.

        "Oh... o-of course, sir," you complied, unsheathing the Doomblade at his command. You held your sword out to the man, allowing him to inspect it. The swordsman admired the scarlet blade, tracing his hand across the sharpened edge. "It is a fine weapon you have here. I am indeed impressed by your handiwork," he complimented. "It was a gift," you swiftly corrected, retracting the Doomblade from his gloved hands and sheathing it once more. The swordsman hummed, "I see... you intrigue me, _______. Tell me, how could you have ended up here?"

        "I... don't recall," you stated, reflecting on the dismal events which had occurred prior to your awakening on the peculiar exoplanet. Your eyebrows furrowed dejectedly as your vivid memories came flooding back to you. The swordsman regarded you for a moment. "Perhaps I can assist you, should you seek a way back to your planet." The kind-hearted proposal left you dumbfounded as you met the man's piercing gaze. "You'll... really do that?" you asked him, grateful that he would even consider lending you a helping hand.

        The swordsman nodded keenly. "Of course." His reassuring words calmed your nerves as a relieved sigh escaped your throat, now that you had come to the understanding that the man’s intent was undeniably virtuous. "Thank you, good sir," you responded appreciatively. The swordsman bowed in return. "You are indeed welcome. Come, young _______, I shall guide you to my ship," he instructed as he turned to make his way towards his destination. Gleefully, you accompanied the male on his trek, feeling more at ease as you closely followed the sword-wielding extra-terrestrial.

        As you ambled alongside the masked swordsman, you caught another glimpse of the emblem marked upon his left pauldron. Countless theories spiralled your mind as you mulled over what the 'M' could possibly stand for. Magic, might, mettle, miracle, mature - these were just some of the many words that crossed your mind as you desperately clawed for an answer to your question. You gave up on your meditative search after a while and determined that you should ask the man yourself. "E-excuse me, kind sir," you spoke, capturing the swordsman's attention as he shifted his gaze towards you. "I don't mean to pry," you began, "but I am curious about the mark on your shoulder."

        "Ah," the swordsman replied, "that is my initial." As you recognised that the 'M' on his shoulder plate stood for his name, you realised that the man hadn't yet introduced himself. "Interesting," you remarked, "so... now that we are... acquainted, what do you suppose I should call you?" As you asked this, the swordsman stopped dead in his tracks, appearing embarrassed by his omission. Your trudging came to a halt as well as you feared that you may have provoked him. "Excuse me, _______, I do apologise - it was rude of me to not give my name to you in kind," he spoke in a somewhat regretful tone. The swordsman turned to meet your regard, intent on formally presenting himself to you.

        "You may call me Sir Meta Knight - at your service."

                You were amazed by the swordsman's abundant politeness. The man whom you had come to know as Sir Meta Knight edged closer towards you and released his cape from his grip, letting its loose ends fall to the ground. He held out his gloved hand. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, young _______." You graciously took the man’s hand in yours and proceeded to move it up and down in a respectful handshake.

        "It's good to meet you too, Sir Meta Knight."

~~~

Earth, two months earlier

The bitter cold from the raging blizzard had consumed you, leaving you face-down in the knee-high blanket of snow and ice, weak and unmoving. You could feel the sub-zero temperatures clawing their way into your bloodstream, leaving your skin coated in a thick, icy layer. Gradually, your frail body had become numb to the cold as the agonising pain from being frozen alive began to settle. You struggled in keeping your eyes open amongst the harsh winds and heavy snowfall that battered your debilitated form. Your eyelids slowly drifted shut as you surrendered yourself to the frigid atmosphere.

        "I sense a disturbance... yes... a lost soul on Planet Shiver Star has met their demise..."

                It was then that a shroud of glowing butterflies descended onto the frozen planet. Their colours ranged from sunset reds and oranges to passionate pinks and magentas. An unnatural, yet warm light emanated from the spectral insects, allowing them to flutter through the deadly snowstorms with ease, in search of the departed soul. The butterflies' travels came to a halt once they came across the lifeless being they had been seeking. They cautiously approached the body.

        As they did so, they then proceeded to transform. The butterflies merged into a blinding ball of light as they fluttered into each other. From the radiant sphere, emerged a beautiful knight who was round in shape and whose skin was pitch-black. They spread their sunset-coloured wings which appeared similar to those of the butterflies that made up their being. They donned a scarlet helm that was decorated with ornate markings from head to toe. Two long and sharp antennae-like protrusions were fixed to the top half of the helm, just above the knight's gorgeous, white eyes that glimmered in the moonlight. They donned a pair of white, rounded pauldrons that were adorned with fiery patterns. Their hands were dressed in golden-yellow gloves, followed by yellow-orange mitten gauntlets layered atop the backs of their palms. Their feet were protected by a pair of shoes that were an identical colour to their gloves, their toecaps tinged with a bright orange. Lastly, the knight wielded a mystical weapon that was known only to them as the Doomblade.

        "Allow my judgement to decide your fate..."

Chapter Text

Planet Pop Star, several years earlier

"I won't let you escape!"

        The pink life form known as Kirby had successfully infiltrated the great Battleship Halberd with the much-appreciated help of Dyna Blade, the armoured bird whom he had mistakenly defeated not too long ago for disrupting Dreamland's crops. How the pink puffball managed to destroy both wings, as well as the Combo Cannon and the Reactor, was a mystery to the masked conqueror. Meta Knight's loyal crew had already evacuated the premises as per his orders and after the thrilling duel that took place at the bridge, Meta Knight had one more trick up his sleeve.

        As Kirby fell to the ground beside one of the many Wheelies that had escaped the confines of the Halberd, he claimed it as his own and proceeded to ride it out onto the main deck, which had sustained significant damage upon his infiltration. In the spur of the moment, an enraged Meta Knight sprung into action as sirens blared throughout the battleship. A pair of colossal, purple wings that resembled those of a bat sprouted from his back as he swooped in after Kirby, dishing out attack after attack in his attempts to bring the gumball down with the ship. The Wheelie Rider manoeuvred his way through Meta Knight's soars and dives as he steadily made his way towards his escape route.

        Meta Knight couldn't allow Kirby to get away with destroying his beloved battleship; using his golden blade, Galaxia, he fired a multitude of sparks directly at the puffball on wheels as he chased him down. Kirby staggered a few times as Meta Knight's somewhat graceful movements became increasingly vengeful and antagonistic, and to the winged swordsman, it appeared that his enemy would soon meet a watery grave along with the Halberd. The Wheelie Rider continued his way across the deteriorated planks that layered the deck, all whilst avoiding Meta Knight's aggressive onslaughts.

        Kirby was riding towards a slanted piece of wood in the distance that he had planned to use as some sort of ramp, so that, utilising the blinding speed of his trusty Wheelie, he could launch himself off of the airship. As Meta Knight pieced together what Kirby was trying to do, he quickly came to the realisation that it would be pointless in going after him at this rate. He had already failed in taking control of Dreamland and putting an end to the country's sluggish and negligent lifestyle, now that his treasured battleship was in danger of crashing into the deepest parts of Orange Ocean. After careful consideration, he dished out another handful of swings with his sword before Kirby was able to propel himself into the air, subsequently escaping the descending shipwreck.

        Drifting across Orange Ocean was one of the many lifeboats that were deployed upon the destruction of Battleship Halberd. Aboard the small but equipped lifeboat were some of Meta Knight's most trusted soldiers - Axe Knight, Mace Knight, Trident Knight, and Javelin Knight. The soldiers watched on in horror as the flying fortress disappeared into the sea. They were worried for Meta Knight - the man to whom they had sworn their complete and eternal loyalty.

        "Lord Meta Knight! Are you out there?!" Axe Knight cried out in a fit of despair.

                "Calm down, now, Axe," Trident Knight reassured, "I'm sure he evacuated just fine."

                        "I hope he's okay," Mace Knight admitted.

                                "Who'd've thought that cheeky piece of gum could've caused so much damage," Javelin Knight scorned.

                                        Meanwhile, Captain Vul - Meta Knight's second-in-command and long-time friend - had safely docked his lifeboat against the nearby coastline. He peeked through the extended telescope that he had equipped himself with, frantically searching for any sign of Meta Knight. Sailor Waddle Dee, who had boarded the lifeboat with Vul, sat beside him as he took in the enchanting view of the seaside. The skies had changed into a beautiful shade of burnt orange and the wispy clouds that were sprawled across the scene reflected a lovely pastel pink as the sun began to set below the horizon. The Waddle Dee patiently awaited an update from the avian captain on the whereabouts of his Lord.

        "Avast ye, matey! It's Meta Knight!" Vul exclaimed with delight as he spotted the masked man flying above the clouds.

                Sailor Dee practically jumped from his seated position. "Lord Meta Knight?! Where?!"

                        Captain Vul lowered his telescope and observed the silhouette of his friend soaring through the sky. "Up there," he spoke as he gestured towards it. Sailor Dee picked himself up and observed the flying swordsman in the distance with tears of joy in his eyes. "Lord Meta Knight! Down here!" he cried as he feverishly waved at Meta Knight, jumping up and down repeatedly in hopes of stealing his leader's attention. Vul proudly saluted his dear friend with a smile.

        "My friend and the setting sun - aye, 'tis quite the sight."

~~~

Present-day

"Here we are," Meta Knight announced as he led you to a most magnificent spectacle. You stared, mouth agape at the absolute titan of a battleship that stood before you. It was armed to the teeth with cannons and turrets that varied in shape and size, and the tremendous wings that were attached to both sides of the aircraft were spread out a great distance across Sacred Square. You noticed that the bow was heavily reminiscent of Sir Meta Knight's mask, indicating that this indeed was his very own battleship.

        "Impressive, no?" the knight questioned as he caught sight of you admiring the intricacies of the monumental vessel - he, too, was remarkably proud of the structure that was docked ahead of him and his newfound acquaintance. You could barely acknowledge the rhetorical question as you simply gawked at the battleship in sheer awe. "I-it's... incredible," you faltered. Meta Knight let out an amused chuckle and approached the ship's exterior, ushering you to do the same. Curious, you followed him towards the aircraft.

        You observed as the knight hovered his gloved hand over a small monitor mounted somewhere along the keel of the ship. The word 'IDENTIFICATION' was etched above the screen in bold, white letters. Meta Knight leaned his hand against the visual display, and it took a few seconds before it flashed a bright green as a sign of approval. As it happened, an enormous hatch was automatically unlocked to your left, providing access to the great ship. The integration of such a recognition system had you utterly amazed. "Come, _______," the swordsman uttered as he marched up the grand entrance. Astounded by what had just occurred, you hesitated before finally joining him aboard the battleship.

        Once Meta Knight confirmed that you had safely entered the ship, he proceeded towards a big, blue button that was mounted to the inner wall on the left side of the doorway. He placed his hand upon the button and applied gentle pressure to it, allowing the hatch to close once again with a piercing clang. The sudden noise startled you, as made evident by your gasp. "Do not be afraid, _______," Meta Knight encouraged, "I will take you to the bridge." You turned to meet the knight's glowing orbs as he sauntered onward, past your form and down the corridors of the battleship. Dubiously, you allowed him to lead the way, brushing your hand against the iron walls as you trailed behind the caped enigma.

        As you and Meta Knight traversed the ship's interior, a hurried and brisk voice echoed, "Lord Meta Knight, sir!" It was high-pitched, but not at all feminine, sounding almost like a young boy.

        Swiftly approaching you and your masked escort was another creature with a round body, similar to Meta Knight's. It was orange in colour, with a tan, pear-shaped face. Its endearing, rosy cheeks were accompanied by big, narrow eyes that had a tawny-brown tint to them. The creature had stubby arms with no visible digits, and a pair of honey-tinged feet. It sported a white cap which was enhanced by a navy ribbon that circled the brim. You found yourself thoroughly captivated by the organism that stood in front of you and Meta Knight; you were puzzled as to how he was able to communicate faultlessly with no discernible mouth. From how he addressed the knight at your side, you assumed him to be a servant of some kind. The subordinate made a saluting motion, presumably at Sir Meta Knight, and spoke, "Captain Vul requires your assistance at the bridge, Sir!"

        "Thank you, Sailor Dee. I will be there soon," Meta Knight declared. The crew-member, known as Sailor Dee, darted his eyes towards you for a split second, perplexed by your presence. "Who's your friend?" he asked, unsure of your motives. "This is _______," the knight introduced, "they will be staying with us for a short time - we will speak further of this matter, but for now, I must clarify some things with them." Meta Knight glanced up at you as he said this. You returned the gesture, wondering what the swordsman could have in store for you. "Oh! But of course, Sir," Sailor Dee replied before eyeing you once more. "Welcome aboard the Battleship Halberd, friend of Lord Meta Knight!" he pronounced cheerfully as he saluted you, proud to meet another fellow associate to his leader. As Sailor Dee waddled out of his Lord's way, Meta Knight continued forth with you in tow.

        After some time, you were directed towards a small elevator. "Step in," Meta Knight instructed, allowing you to enter the lift before joining you. To the right of the elevator doors was a steel panel, upon which many buttons were fixed. "This may take a while," the knight explained as he gave the topmost button a push. The doors slid shut as the lift began its grand ascent. A stubborn silence shrouded the moving platform as the stoical Meta Knight calmly awaited his arrival at the bridge. After approximately half a minute, you decided that you should break the ice, having had enough of the still atmosphere.

        "So... are you guys space pirates, or...?" "No," Meta Knight promptly interjected, "Battleship Halberd was designed and constructed for one sole purpose: to defend." He shuffled in place before turning to meet your gaze as he spoke, "Think of us as... keepers of the peace." "Oh," you replied, questioning, "so when a threat shows up, the Halberd swoops in to save the day?" "You could say that," the knight answered, "although, as nothing is threatening our planet at this moment, the Halberd has since remained a flying fortress."

        Your small talk with the swordsman was cut short when the elevator came to a grinding halt. The doors opened to reveal a sizeable room where various tasks were executed. Numerous complex-looking control panels were bolted to the floor in front of a series of vast, sturdy windows that provided you with a full view of the stretch that lay beyond the ship's vicinity. "We are here," Meta Knight informed as he beckoned for you to exit the elevator. You carefully assessed the area as you followed the knight out of the lift and onto the bridge, favouring how technologically advanced everything was.

        "Ahoy, matey!" you heard a voice bellow merrily. It sounded gruff and pirate-like.

                Up ahead stood an anthropomorphic bird with burlywood-brown feathers, donning a captain's uniform. He had big, bushy eyebrows to go with his bulbous, blue eyes and a large beak that resembled that of an Old World vulture. The captain had a long, white and fluffy beard to complete the picture. The avian caught up to Meta Knight before he noticed your figure, equally as puzzled by your attendance as the sailor whom you had encountered previously. "Who's this young [lad/lassie]?" he questioned, pointing your way.

        "Vul, I would like you to meet _______. I found them wandering Sacred Square. I soon discovered that they were lost and searching for a way back to their planet," Meta Knight explained. "Well, shiver me timbers," replied the captain, "we can't have that!" The bird approached you and patted your shoulder in a comforting manner, giving you a friendly smile. "Don't fret, sweetheart. Me an' me crew can help ye out. What say you, Meta Knight?" "Precisely why I am here," the knight clarified. "_______, allow me to borrow you for a couple of minutes. This will not take long," he proposed, making his way to one of many large monitors.

        You accepted Meta Knight's intriguing offer, joining him at the station. Captain Vul followed close behind, listening in as the swordsman spoke, "Now, _______, I am sure you can understand that we must locate your planet before we can bring you there." You nodded in agreement. "Good. Tell me," the knight inquired, "what does Earth look like? How would you explain it?" "A big ball of ice." There was no other way to describe it. You observed Meta Knight's actions intently as he proceeded to type out several indecipherable things onto the monitor at a rapid pace, presumably command prompts. "We have a multitude of ice planets on file," he justified as he opened up an assortment of images - they were all seemingly of celestial bodies that fit your brief description, varying in size, shape, and appearance. "Please, take a look."

        As you scoured the list of planets in search of yours, you took note of the other planets that captured your attention. First up was Planet Frostak, a snowy planet with colossal, crystalline structures protruding from its surface, surrounded by a ring purely composed of ice fragments. It was a beautiful sight, but it was not the planet that you were looking for. Next was Planet Fichina, another ice planet that appeared similar to yours. However, its dark and cloudy atmosphere gave off a much more depressing aura - according to its report, where it lacked in warmth and light also lacked in vegetation and native intelligent life. You also took an interest in the deadly Mann's Planet, which seemed to be enveloped entirely in frozen clouds - its account stated that the planet's atmosphere was largely composed of ammonia, giving it the alternate nickname: Dead Ice Detriment.

        After scrolling past planet after planet, you finally came across the ice ball that was Earth - or Shiver Star, as it was named. "That's it! That's Earth!" you exclaimed with glee, pointing towards the image of the frozen planet. Meta Knight, astonished by his newfound discovery, stammered out, "I... see... so... Earth is the local name for Shiver Star, but... I was sure it was... completely void of intelligent life." "It... would have been," you started, attracting the curiosity of your armoured associate and the eavesdropping avian. You decided against blurting out the truth about your origins, reluctant to bring back any unwanted memories. "Never mind."

        The swordsman hummed in thought, hastily turning to his feathered friend. "Vul, I want you to begin charting a flight path for our journey to Planet Shiver Star. I will deal with _______ personally," he ordered. "Aye, aye, Sir!" the bird heeded, saluting his superior with abundant enthusiasm. Meta Knight faced you once again. "_______, come with me to my headquarters," he asserted, "there are some things I have yet to discuss with you." This piqued your interest as you let him lead you back to the elevator.

~~~

Earth, three months earlier

"Is everybody on board?"

        "Seems so."

                "Good. Alright, everyone! Prepare for takeoff!"

                        Today was the day - the day human civilisation would take to the skies and travel the cosmos in search of other planets to be inhabited and inevitably destroyed. Ever since the Nuclear Blitz of 2038, the damaged Earth was left engulfed in an eternal winter. For a time, the humans found shelter underground and even reconstructed their ecosystem deep within the crust of the shivering planet, but this was widely considered unsustainable. The World Leaders banded together and devised a plan to find and populate other celestial bodies that could support human life - they did so by recruiting Earth's top scientists and engineers to assemble mighty spaceships that would carry each soul away from the icy ball and into the spiralling depths of the Milky Way.

        "Wait, please! Don't leave me here!" you cried as you hurried towards the ship. But it was too late. By then, the doors had slammed shut and the launch sequence proceeded. Staggering backwards as the craft lifted from the surface, you stood and watched as what remained of human life departed the atmosphere. Tears welled up in your eyes as you were left behind in the bitter cold, feeling abandoned and forgotten.

~~~

Present-day

You were escorted into a spacious room situated within the Halberd's cabin. Facing you was a large, mahogany executive desk. It was adorned with a golden name stand that spelt out the knight's title, with a pen holder positioned to the left. Tall stacks of paperwork were piled neatly upon the desk, suggesting that the masked swordsman was a very busy, yet organised individual. Paired with the desk was a comfortable, leather office chair suitable for a commanding officer such as Meta Knight. The authoritative figure walked past you and hopped into the chair that stood behind the desk. "Pull up a seat from the back there and we can talk," he said, gesturing to the round, oaken stool that was safely tucked away in the corner of the room, "and do not forget to close the door." 

        You did as was asked, carefully shutting the door behind you as you wandered over to Meta Knight with the small piece of furniture in hand, placing it down ahead of his desk. Settling in a position opposite the knight's luxurious space, you looked deeply into his eyes, eager to listen. "_______, it is my duty to inform you that it will take an estimated thirty days to chart a flight path to your planet."

        "Th-thirty days?!" you stumbled, surprised. "Yes," Meta Knight returned, explaining, "Shiver Star - or Earth, as you call it - is approximately two-thousand light-years away. We must make sure that we are taking the safest possible route." "I... well... w-what am I supposed to do for thirty days?" you questioned hesitantly. "That is exactly what I wish to discuss," he said as he flicked through the papers on his desk, sliding one out and gently setting it down in front of him. He picked up a fancy, gold and purple fountain pen from his pen holder, adding, "If you haven't guessed, I am at the helm of everything that happens here on Battleship Halberd, and I would be more than happy to provide you with some... work experience."

        "You mean... a job?" you mused, tempted by the idea of working as a short-term employee, especially amongst the crew of such a marvellous battleship. The knight hummed and nodded. "We are always glad to welcome another aide." You thought that since Meta Knight - a total stranger - was determined and kind enough to bring you back to the ice planet that you once called home, providing him with your service in return was the least you could do to show your gratitude. "I'll do whatever you ask of me, sir," you spoke loyally.

        "Good. Let us see here..." mumbled the knight as he closely studied his papers, bringing them up to his face, "it just so happens that we have an opening for... housekeeper." "Housekeeper?" "Yes - a housekeeper... you will carry out many duties such as doing laundry, making sure each room is well kept, and running other small errands, sort of like a [valet/maid]," he recited. After giving the commander's offer some thought, you declared your readiness, fully committed to repaying the knight in return for his selfless efforts. "I'll do it."

        It was then that the swordsman penned something onto the pages he had with him. As you stole a sly glimpse at what your new boss was writing, you couldn't help but feel thoroughly charmed by his embellished penmanship. His writing was elegant and stylised, bringing to mind the cursive scripts of old. Meta Knight had noted down your temporary employment at the Halberd underneath a list of names, dates, and roles. The knight looked up from his paperwork to catch you observing him. Again, he let out a brief, entertained chuckle. He placed his papers back where he had retrieved them as he spoke.

        "Noble _______, I would like to cordially welcome you to Battleship Halberd as one of my highly valued and esteemed Meta-Knights."

~~~

Earth, two months earlier

"Allow my judgement to decide your fate..."

        The spectral Morpho Knight placed their hands upon the forehead of the stiff creature that lay before them. They closed their eyes, and soon, their judgement of the neglected soul was initiated. The knightly entity read the departed one like an open book as they absorbed the information necessary to forge a conclusion. At that moment, they discovered something.

        "This... soul... it is... perfection."

                A perfect soul - something Morpho Knight had conceived but had never come across. It was young, full of life, and hadn't any immoral intentions. The knight felt pain for the lonely human left behind on the snowy surface. "No. It is not your time," the knight concluded as their body began to radiate with light and warmth, their otherworldly energy pouring into the lifeless being.

        The human's eyes opened in an instant as they choked out a gasp. Their face buried in the snow, they struggled to heave themselves up from the icy tundra. Morpho Knight saw this and, without thinking, gently gripped the human's sides. The knightly entity carefully lifted the human into the air and set them on their feet. Morpho Knight watched as they looked around, confused and disoriented. The two individuals locked eyes and the human's expression morphed into one of fascination as they took in the sight of the armoured butterfly.

        "A-am I... dead?" the human asked, recalling the very moment they had lost all consciousness.

                "No... you were for a time, but... I revived you." Morpho Knight's voice was tranquil and sounded as though multiple voices were speaking as one.

        The human stumbled back in shock, but their face quickly turned to one of amazement as they stammered out, "H-how? Wh-what... who are you? What are you?" "I am... what is known as a Paradisiacal Butterfly... but you may call me Morpho Knight," the knight responded. "It is my duty to decide one's fate upon their demise..." "Th-then... why did you save me?" In a flash, the butterfly of judgement reached out to touch the other being's hand. The knight pulled back momentarily, unfamiliar with the sensation. Nevertheless, they took the human's palm in their own. "Because... I couldn't bear the thought of such a beautiful creature meeting their end in such a cruel manner."

        "B-beautiful?" A blush crept onto the human's face as the knight tightened their grasp. Morpho Knight found it difficult to resist the knightly urge to comfort and protect the lonely soul that wandered Shiver Star. "It pains me to know that you have been roaming this desolate planet by yourself..." the butterfly whispered.

        "Come... I know of an old factory where we can take shelter..."

Chapter Text

Planet Pop Star, several years earlier

Meta Knight marvelled at the exceptional progress being made on his most noteworthy creation yet: the Battleship Halberd. Years had passed since the inception of its production, but now, Meta Knight could feel that his and his loyal crew's efforts had finally paid off. Of course, constructing a great battleship such as the Halberd was no easy task - at times, Meta Knight sought out external help from Mekkai Construction Incorporated, with which the warrior had a great affiliation. Meta Knight's long-lasting and dependable partnership with the construction company had recently earned him some complimentary gifts in the form of a fleet of mechanical servants known as Capsule Jets. These were supplied to aid his efforts in invading and conquering the peaceful country of Dreamland. The knight, who was lost in his thoughts, was interrupted suddenly by the nasal, yet softly-spoken voice of his newly hired scientist.

        "Lord Meta Knight! I have astounding news!"

                Meta Knight turned to spot the scientist excitedly rushing towards him with a clipboard in hand. "What astounding news do you bring, Sir Thermidor?" the knight questioned, intrigued. "It's Professor Thermidor," the scientist corrected as he adjusted his safety goggles. He continued, "Lord Meta Knight, my latest and greatest work has been finalised! It is the security robot that you requested some time ago." "Ah, perfect," Meta Knight spoke readily, "could I... view it, perhaps?" "Yes, your Lordship. I will escort you to my laboratory at once." Professor Thermidor complied with his Lord's wishes, leading him away from the scaffolding that stood against the Halberd.

        The masked swordsman was led towards the depot that he had let the scientist borrow to use as a workshop of sorts. He watched as Professor Thermidor carefully approached the lever that was bolted to the floor beside the large, steel door that blocked sight of what lay dormant inside. As the professor took hold of and pulled the lever, the door was finally lifted to reveal the gargantuan, mechanical crustacean that stood before its creator. The mecha had a rotund body that stood upon a pair of stubby legs with lengthy feet. It had an oval, vent-like mouth and its bulbous visual sensors were a deep, forest-green. Attached to its body were two large, winged turbines and a pair of colossal pincers, both adorned with a single orb that matched the colour of its eyes. Two powerful jets were affixed to the mecha's back. Lastly, the mecha itself had a golden finish to match the rims of Professor Thermidor's safety goggles.

        "Lord Meta Knight, may I introduce you to the second of its kind: Model_SR Ver.2 - or as I like to call it: Heavy Lobster!" the scientist presented. Admiring the mecha's finer details, Meta Knight was thoroughly impressed by the handiwork of the budding inventor. He hummed with fascination, wondering how the security robot known as Heavy Lobster would fair in battle. "It is a fine machine indeed," he praised, "I would certainly like to know how it functions." "Yes, sir! Better yet, I can show you," Professor Thermidor suggested, "if you could just accompany me to my laboratory."

        Curiously, Meta Knight followed his scientist into the sizeable depot, sauntering past the Heavy Lobster. The swordsman examined his new environment, taking mental notes of the various gadgets and gizmos that dotted the area. Since Professor Thermidor's transition from Mekkai Construction Incorporated to the great Battleship Halberd, the scientist had already converted the space into a neat and organised laboratory fit for a proficient inventor such as himself.

        "I am impressed," Meta Knight declared, "you seem to have made practical use out of this place." "Well, much of this equipment - I hauled from my... previous habitation," spoke the proud professor, "but I am grateful for your compliments, nonetheless." The knight hummed with acknowledgement, turning to face the crustaceous mecha and feeling somewhat excited to learn more about it. "Tell me, Professor, what is this... 'Heavy Lobster'... capable of?" "An excellent question, your Lordship!" Professor Thermidor exclaimed. He proceeded towards the mechanical lobster and rested his hand upon one of its gigantic pincers. "My revolutionary technology has allowed for Heavy Lobster to launch a variety of projectile attacks!"

        "Interesting... what kinds of projectiles does it use?" Meta Knight asked, his interest piqued by the scientist's explanation. "I shall demonstrate," spoke the professor as he swiped a large remote controller from a nearby desk. With the press of a button, the Heavy Lobster's visual sensors flashed brightly for a brief moment. A booming, metallic roar escaped the mecha as it turned towards the knight. A thunderous clunk sounded with each step that it took. Meta Knight cautiously took a few steps back upon Heavy Lobster's activation, unsure whether or not it was programmed correctly. The great, mechanised lobster focused all of its attention on the warrior, analysing him from head to toe. After a moment of dead silence, the Heavy Lobster spoke.

        "Lord Meta Knight: identified. No threat detected." Its voice was jerky and monotone - exactly how Meta Knight imagined a mechanical being would sound.

        Meta Knight let out a quick sigh of relief. It was then that something else crossed his mind. "Professor Thermidor... how exactly was Heavy Lobster able to recognise who I was?" "Oh, that is very simple," replied the professor, "do you remember the DNA sampling that you provided a while back?" "Yes... I remember." Meta Knight shuddered as he flashed back to a time when he was required to fill up a test tube with his saliva. "Very good," Professor Thermidor continued, adjusting his safety goggles once again, "I merely integrated a deoxyribonucleic recognition system - or DN Recognition, for short. It allows for Heavy Lobster to identify a subject based on their genetic material. In other words, your salivation was your salvation."

        The knight physically recoiled at the memory of the sample collection. "Do not remind me," he spoke, attempting to change the subject, "now... about its abilities..." "Of course, Sir," replied Professor Thermidor as he turned away to fetch something from the back of the room, leaving Meta Knight to further study the mecha's form. The scientist eventually returned with a large plank of wood and carefully held it up to the eyeline of his creation. He cleared his throat and ordered, "Heavy Lobster. Show Lord Meta Knight what you can accomplish! Use your flames and burn this wooden stave to the ground!"

        The Heavy Lobster turned its clunky body towards the professor, appearing to understand his command. "Command input: burn plank," it spoke as it carefully aimed one of its pincers at the wooden object in front of it. Professor Thermidor quickly set the plank down upon the steel-plate flooring and rushed out of its way, beckoning for Meta Knight to do the same. As nobody else stood in the Heavy Lobster's way, the mecha took it upon itself to fulfil its creator's request. A great pillar of fire erupted suddenly from the confines of its pincer, setting the wooden plank alight and leaving behind a smoking pile of ash.

        Surprised, yet enthralled by the spectacle, Meta Knight hummed with awe. "Yes... very good," he complimented. "And that's not all," Professor Thermidor spoke with confidence as he approached his creation enthusiastically, "with the assistance of the powerful jets attached to its back, the Heavy Lobster can launch itself into the air and attack from above, as well as travel at blistering speeds! And, utilising a built-in assembly unit within its structure, it can send forth small-scale copies of itself which can then be used to distract its opponents!" "...Copies?" Meta Knight repeated, captivated.

        The scientist gestured towards the small object that rested upon his desk. It looked like a miniature version of the Heavy Lobster. In place of the steel-clad feet like the original's, it seemed to sport a pair of continuous tracks. "I call these Mini Lobsters," the professor explained, "their abilities are... limited in comparison - however, they are still able to move about at just as quick a pace. Come to think of it... these Mini Lobsters act much more like homing missiles... modified especially for the complete and utter safety of Battleship Halberd, of course." A nervous chuckle escaped the professor as he affectionately patted the Mini Lobster. "This little one is simply but a prototype."

        "I see," the knight responded. Meta Knight took a step towards the Heavy Lobster once more, commending its golden finish. Indeed, he could very much see the crustaceous mecha as an exemplary addition to his battleship's arsenal. The professor wrung his hands, waiting anxiously for his Lord's approval. Meta Knight cleared his throat in preparation to give his final thoughts on the scientist's creation.

        "You have performed very well so far, Professor - we are now one step closer to taking control of Dreamland."

~~~

Present-day

"So, when do I start?" you asked Meta Knight, eager to work. The swordsman let out a chuckle. "While I admire your readiness, _______, you might need a day or two to get used to your new surroundings," the knight advised, "perhaps I could provide you with a general tour of the place?" You paused to think for a moment, ultimately deciding that you would take him up on his offer. "I'd like that," you replied with a smile. "Very well," Meta Knight declared as he jumped out of his seat, "we shall proceed with the tour at once."

        Meta Knight guided you back to the exit so he could let you out of his headquarters. He courteously held the door open for you, leaving you feeling thoroughly charmed by the gesture. "Oh, thank you," you said as a warmness permeated your cheeks. The knight soon followed you out of the room, being sure to shut the door behind him. As soon as you left the confines of Meta Knight's headquarters, you hastily approached the railings, just so that you could finally take in the incredible view of the Halberd's interior.

        Looking out, you could observe the many floors that made up the ship's cabin. The extremely large, elliptic platforms were all connected by several iron staircases. You could see dozens of doors lined up on each floor, as well as a few elevators like the one you had stepped into earlier. Peering further down the cabin, you could make out stacks of large crates on the ground floor, which you presumed were used for storage. "This place is amazing!" you exclaimed with delight. Meta Knight joined you as he rested his arm upon the railing, sighing with contentment. "Yes... it truly is a beautiful airship."

        Upon closer inspection, you spotted many other round life forms wandering around the premises. They were attired in deep-blue scarves and large, bulbous hats resembling turbans, both embellished with purple zig-zag patterns. The creatures' large, yellow eyes were the only facial feature visible through their clothing. Like Meta Knight, they wore mittens covered with steel plating. Upon closer inspection, you realised that their hands weren't attached to their bodies, but rather peculiarly floated around them.

        "I don't think I met any of those guys on my way up here," you commented, gesturing towards the wandering inhabitants. "Ah, you mean the Metaphytes," Meta Knight clarified, "they are like... servants of sorts." "Oh... well, what are they doing now?" you asked him, curious about the so-called Metaphytes. Meta Knight watched as his servants congregated about the large door that was located just a few floors down. He hummed in thought, "They should be preparing everything for tonight's feast right about now." "Wow! A feast?" "Yes. My crew and I love to organise special banquets in honour of the hard work we put into keeping our great battleship alive," the swordsman replied affectionately.

        You took one last glimpse at the astonishing view of Battleship Halberd, failing to notice that the metallic footsteps of the cerulean warrior had now become distant. It wasn't until you heard him loudly clearing his throat that you realised he was no longer by your side. Turning leftwards, you spotted Meta Knight standing at the top of a nearby staircase, his menacing, glowing eyes glaring at you with anticipation. "Are you coming, _______?" he questioned. Embarrassed, you scurried towards the knight's presence, accompanying him down the iron steps.

        "Our blacksmith works on this floor," Meta Knight explained as he led the way, "he will be of great help to you if ever your blade gets damaged." Looking behind your shoulder, you laid your eyes upon the golden hilt of your Doomblade. For some reason, you couldn't help but feel as if it was staring back at you. Feeling a little on edge, you looked ahead once again as you walked through the corridor. It was then that you saw that Meta Knight had disappeared from view once again. Panicked, you glanced around frantically until you heard a familiar voice call out to you from behind.

        "_______." You turned around to spot Meta Knight at one of the many metallic doors. "This is our blacksmith's work-station," he emphasised, "or did something else catch your eye?" As you recognised that the Doomblade had distracted you from your tour of Battleship Halberd, you hastily replied, "N-no, Sir." You quickly made your way back to the knight, observing as he knocked on the door.

        Just then, a gruff and booming voice bellowed, "Come in!"

                This caught you by surprise, whilst the unfazed warrior thrust the heavy door open for you to be greeted by a dimly lit room. It had all the makings of a smithing station - you could see a huge oven to your left and varying materials such as metal ingots and chunks of wood were scattered about the area. As you followed Meta Knight inside, you could detect a powerful, repetitive clanging noise. Glancing around in search of the source, you came upon a large figure who appeared to be hammering out a greatsword of sorts.

        The figure seemed at least a foot taller than you and was quite muscular compared to the other natives that you had met on your unexpected venture. The figure standing before you donned a shining, scarlet set of armour with several golden spikes protruding from their great, spherical pauldrons. You noticed that a slightly larger spike was affixed to the top of their helmet. Meta Knight stood in front of you, clearing his throat and calling out to the suit of armour.

        "Greetings, Heavy Knight." The man promptly put his smithing to a halt and turned to face his Lord, allowing you to fully make out his appearance. He had on a large, steel mouthguard, concealing all but his circular, yellow eyes. He donned a sturdy chest plate and his metallic shoes were tipped with a bright red. In his gloved hand, he held a great cutlass, presumably the one he was tinkering around with earlier. Heavy Knight was a very intimidating figure at first, and the fact that he towered over your form was enough to make you quiver with fear.

        "Hey! Great to see ya, Lord Meta Knight! What can I do for ya?" Heavy Knight greeted cheerily. Meta Knight gestured to you as he answered, "I would like to introduce you to our newest crew member: _______." "_______, huh?" The heavyweight looked over at your trembling form, curious about your appearance. Heavy Knight hummed with confusion as he addressed his Lord. "They ain't from 'round here, are they?" "No. They tell me that they are from Planet Shiver Star. However, they do not seem to recall how they arrived here, on Planet Pop Star," Meta Knight explained to the blacksmith, "but I have not brought them here simply to introduce them to you. In fact, I have a request."

        "That's... peculiar," Heavy Knight remarked, "so what did ya need me for?" "You see... _______ has somehow obtained a rather... intriguing weapon - I would like you to examine it for me." His eyes lighting up at the idea of analysing an otherworldly blade, the knight in red happily responded, "Of course, Sir! Weaponry is my forte, after all." Meta Knight turned to you, noticing the fear in your eyes. "There is no need to be afraid, _______," he reassured, approaching you and placing his gloved hand on your forearm in an attempt to comfort you. "Heavy Knight may seem... intimidating at first, but I assure you that he is quite friendly." "Oh..." you replied meekly. Meta Knight nodded in approval as he brought his arm back to his side. For some reason, you couldn't help but feel completely subdued by the masked swordsman's gentle touch.

        "Heavy Knight will take care of your blade for you," Meta Knight continued, "could you perhaps... unsheathe it?" Hesitantly, you removed the Doomblade from its scabbard, allowing Heavy Knight to fully take in its scarlet majesty. He was speechless for a moment as he gazed at the mystical blade. "Woah there," he uttered as he stepped closer to further examine it. "I've never seen a broadsword quite like this. Where'd you get it?" Heavy Knight's brief question brought a sudden wave of sadness to your eyes, knowing all too well how you had obtained such a weapon. "It was a present." Meta Knight hummed in thought, sensing the melancholic tone in your voice.

        "_______, do not fret - I know that blade is special to you, and I know Heavy Knight. He will take extra special care of it for you. I promise."

                The words that emitted from beneath the warrior's mask moved you deeply. Meta Knight's heartfelt promise to you felt genuine, and you knew then that he wanted you to feel comfortable in your new space. You looked down at the knight in blue, marvelling at his kindness. You gave him a gentle smile to show your gratitude for his word. Even though you had only just met the mysterious caped soldier, you could tell that he was a warm-hearted and trustworthy leader on the inside, who held a deep respect for his crew. Knowing now that the Doomblade would be in good hands, you faced Heavy Knight once more and allowed him to retrieve it.

        "Wow," the blacksmith boomed as he closely examined the golden, butterfly-shaped guard, "this weapon is simply remarkable! Don't worry, _______, I'll have this back in your hand in a jiffy." "Thank you, Sir Heavy Knight," you expressed, soothed by the comforting assurance of your knightly commander. Just then, you heard him clear his throat, stealing away your attention. "_______, let us go now - we have much yet to see." Reluctantly, you followed him out the door. As you made your exit, you gazed back longingly at the Doomblade, which was now in the hands of the blacksmith. The door finally closed as you glumly hung your head.

        "I guess it would be nice to learn more about the Doomblade..." you commented as you made your way through the iron halls of Battleship Halberd. "Uh... Doomblade? Is that what you call it?" Meta Knight questioned, catching you off guard. "Oh, yeah... the man who gave it to me... that's what he named it," you answered truthfully, trying your hardest not to break down. Meta Knight paused, regarding you carefully, but didn't comment any further.

        After a moment of silence, Meta Knight attempted to lighten the atmosphere as he informed you of your next destination. "Let us proceed to the depot. I think you would really like what we have to offer there." With that, he led you to the nearest elevator, allowing you to step in first just like before. You watched the knight's finger hover over each button until it pressed against the one at the very bottom. When you first arrived at Battleship Halberd, you didn't have the chance to get a good look around the ground floor, so now was your chance to do so.

        "The depot houses our lead scientist's greatest creation," Meta Knight declared as the elevator began its descent. You perked up slightly at his comment. "What kind of creation?" you asked, curious. The knight chuckled, "I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise, but I think you will find it quite impressive." Meta Knight's words filled you with excitement as you rode the elevator alongside him. You wondered what other wonders awaited you in the battleship.

        As you stood there, waiting to arrive at the ground floor, you soon found yourself eyeballing the knight for longer than you should have. Only now did you realise how captivated you were by the knight's regal form. Meta Knight glanced up at you, "Are you alright, _______?" His question snapped you out of your daze and you turned away, embarrassed. "I'm alright... just... spaced out for a bit. That's all." You glanced back at the swordsman to give him a friendly smile. Meta Knight hummed and nodded. This seemed to reassure him as he turned back to face the elevator door. You leaned against the wall, your mind flooded with thoughts of the mysterious masked soldier.

        The elevator finally came to a halt, interrupting your musings as the door slid open. Meta Knight led you out of the elevator, allowing you to fully examine the ground floor. The crates you had seen from eleven floors above were so much bigger than you had anticipated, but you weren't surprised. A colossal battleship such as the Halberd would undoubtedly require a great deal of cargo, especially foodstuffs and ammunition. You spotted a small group of Metaphytes walking past, transporting a heavy load somewhere. You wondered if it could perhaps be sustenance, ammunition, or even some kind of treasure.

        Just as you made your way through the cargo hold, you heard another unfamiliar voice call out to the knight in blue. "Lord Meta Knight! Just in time!" It was nasal, yet soft-sounding.

        Heading towards you was another round life form wearing a smoky grey hazmat suit. He sported a pair of golden-yellow boots and wore thick, white gloves like Meta Knight's. What intrigued you most about this crew member was his uniquely designed safety goggles. The rims were gold and the opaque lenses had a forest-green tint. Two bizarre, winged components were attached to the goggles to complete the picture. Noticing a clipboard in his hand, you wondered if this was the scientist Meta Knight had mentioned earlier.

        "Ah, Professor," the swordsman greeted, "I trust that further development on Heavy Lobster is going smoothly?" "Indeed, your Lordship! As a matter of fact, I have just perfected a revolutionary addition to its arsenal!" the scientist declared. Meta Knight perked up at his comment. "Good," he stated.

        "_______, this is Professor Thermidor - our lead scientist," he introduced. Professor Thermidor approached you, analysing your form. "Interesting... I do believe I have not yet encountered a species such as this, your Lordship." "This is _______, from Planet Shiver Star. They will be staying here for a short time," Meta Knight explained, "I was hoping to take them to see Heavy Lobster, if you don't mind." The scientist smiled and adjusted his goggles. "It would be my honour to show you both what I have accomplished with it! Please, do accompany me."

        As Thermidor guided you both through the cargo hold, you questioned curiously, "Sir Meta Knight? What's a... 'Heavy Lobster'?" You assumed that whatever he had to show you must have had something to do with lobsters, but you weren't entirely sure what. "You shall find out soon enough," he said, refusing to spoil the surprise. You sighed, knowing that he wouldn't give anything away.

        "Here it is," Meta Knight announced as he, the professor and yourself eventually reached the large depot at the back of the storage facility. The hatch was closed, and you hadn't the slightest idea what was on the other side. You noticed a huge lever to the right of it. The knight approached the lever and, with both hands, gripped the handle. He pulled the lever with little effort, allowing the door to lift itself open and unveil its contents. You were at a loss for words when you laid your eyes upon the great mechanical lobster that stood before you.

        "Noble _______, I would like to introduce you to Heavy Lobster!" Thermidor boasted. You stared at the mecha in awe, admiring its golden finish and various features. "A beauty, is it not?" Meta Knight beamed with pride as he appeared by your side. "It's amazing, Sir!" you blurted out with astonishment. "What kind of stuff can it do?" "Many things," replied the warrior, "it can spew fire; bring forth explosives and race around at blistering speeds. It even has a built-in paint gun."

        "Wow! Could you... show me?" you asked. "I would love to," Meta Knight explained, "but the last time we tested out Heavy Lobster's attacks on-deck, it greatly damaged the interior of our beloved ship. I cannot, in good conscience, allow that to happen a second time." "Oh, that's alright, Sir," you assured with a smile. Meta Knight nodded, then turned to Thermidor to address him. "What did you wish to show to me, Professor?" "I made a few... upgrades, shall we say," uttered the scientist as he adjusted his goggles once more. "Is it not... harmful?" Meta Knight enquired, concerned. "Oh, no," Thermidor clarified, "what I am about to demonstrate is more of an added convenience."

        You and Meta Knight watched as the scientist picked up a nearby bucket of paint from the depot. "Our troubles with obscured vision will be solved with my newest addition to Heavy Lobster!" the professor declared with excitement. In a quick fashion, Thermidor dumped the contents of the bucket out onto the mecha, catching both you and Meta Knight by surprise. Heavy Lobster's visual sensors were now completely drenched in paint. "Thermidor, what are you-?" Before the knight could finish, the screw-like objects above Heavy Lobster's eyes opened up like hatches. A pair of wipers attached to small, robotic arms emerged from within the mecha and proceeded to clean off the paint that obscured its visual input.

        "That's so cool!" you exclaimed, dazzled by the professor's work. "Wasn't that cool, Sir?" You faced the knight, hoping to see his reaction. For a moment, he was speechless. You couldn't quite tell what Meta Knight was thinking. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat. "While I do believe that this feature is... highly overdue... I am impressed. Good work, Professor." With Meta Knight's glowing approval, a gleeful smile spread across Thermidor's face. "Your Lordship, I am indeed grateful for your feedback! And Noble _______, I am appreciative of your compliments as well." "You're welcome!" you replied politely. Meta Knight graciously nodded in response to his scientist's thanks.

        Just then, a sudden, melodic jingle played throughout the ship. You glanced around in search of the source until you noticed a small, but loud speaker mounted upon a nearby wall. From it emitted the voice of Captain Vul. "Avast, all Meta-Knights, report to the dining hall, for tonight's feast is about to be served! As for the Metaphytes, please attend to your meals at the canteen as usual. Happy eatin'!"

        You watched as a band of Metaphytes distributed themselves amongst the elevators. "This is perfect," you heard Meta Knight utter from behind. You turned to meet his eyes as he continued, "_______, please, do join us for dinner." You nodded, accepting the knight's kind offer with a smile. Before leading you away from the depot, Meta Knight addressed Thermidor once more. "Will you be accompanying us, Professor?" The scientist looked on at Heavy Lobster, which was still dripping with excess paint. "Negative," he decided, "you go on ahead. I... have some cleaning up to do." "Of course." The knight bowed, and then met your gaze.

        "Come, _______, I shall introduce you to the rest of my crew."

~~~

Earth, two months earlier

You looked upon the great dome that stood before you. It was surrounded by a wall of bricks that were shaped like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Two industrial chimneys could be seen on either side, both of which were painted with red and white stripes. It looked strangely festive. You approached the steel gate which blocked access to the dome and placed your cold hand upon it. "Is this it?" you asked. "Yes..." the butterfly's voice responded. You pushed yourself against the gate as hard as you could but failed to get it open. "Do not strain yourself, dear... there is another way..."

        Taking you by the hand, Morpho Knight led you to a large, circular hatch that rested close by. The knight gripped the handle and carefully lifted the hatch open to reveal a deep, dark, underground entrance. Extending down the depths was a long, rickety ladder. You gulped with uncertainty as you stared down the pitch-black abyss. "You needn't be afraid, my flower..." Morpho Knight reassured, "I shall assist you..." It was then you felt pressure on your back and a pair of soft hands pressing against your sides. You remembered this feeling. The knight's hold was firm, yet gentle as they lifted you into the air. You allowed yourself to relax as Morpho Knight carried you down the hatch, assisted by the flutter of their wings.

        You were greeted by a spectacular sight. The underground factory was so much larger than what you had witnessed above the surface. You could spot several conveyor belts and a variety of machines continuing to operate on the premises. Morpho Knight set you down on the checkered, jigsaw floor and landed next to you. "Wow... how did you know about this place?" you questioned as you admired the inner workings of the abandoned factory. "Many fatalities occurred in this... facility..." the butterfly explained, "I came here quite often..." "Oh... what were they building here?" "Hmm... there were many things... but I assume that most of them were for the great ships that left you here... like various engine parts and appliances..."

        For a brief moment, Morpho Knight's fist clenched at their mention of the colossal ships that left you for dead in the icy snow. "How could they have abandoned you... my cherry blossom..." you heard the knight whisper sympathetically, "foolish humans... do they not know true perfection...?" You felt your cheeks warm up as the butterfly spoke. You could scarcely believe that standing before you was the embodiment of fate and judgement, giving you a second chance at life and bringing you to safety. Morpho Knight looked up at you, their bright, white eyes flickering with emotion. The butterfly's soft glove approached your hand and grasped it lovingly as they held it up to their face, gently caressing it.

        "My dearest flower... do not fret... for I shall protect you..."

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" Where are you?!"

        Bolting across the vast cosmos - through the many star clusters and nebulous belts - is a bright, white comet, leaving behind a trail of blistering blue and violet flames. It seethes with hatred and malice. Countless planets bear witness to the blazing comet of rancour that hurtles through space. The comet burns with ever-growing malignity as it continues its endless hunt throughout the infinite expanse of space. The otherworldly blade it seeks resides somewhere within the Milky Way galaxy's deep, dark depths, along with its guardian.

        "Foolish Morpho Knight! I will stop at nothing to take what is rightfully mine!"

~~~

Planet Pop Star, present-day

A large, wooden door decorated with many intricate carvings and golden ornamentations stood before you and your commander. From the other side, you could overhear the chatter of what you assumed to be the rest of Meta Knight's crew. The warrior beside you stepped forth to press his hands against the door, carefully pushing it open with a deafening creak. You followed Meta Knight through the door, leaving it to slam shut as the sound reverberated throughout the area.

        You were greeted by the magnificent sight of the spacious and elaborate dining space. The first thing that caught your eye was the incredibly long dining table that extended across the room. Captain Vul, Sailor Dee, Heavy Knight and several other armoured inhabitants had already taken their seats, and their talks devolved into mere whispers as you and the knight immediately drew their attention. At the head of the table was an empty seat that appeared vastly different from the regular wooden dining chairs. It was pure gold, with a purple, velvet lining. Protruding from the top of the chair was a golden ornament resembling a winged variant of Meta Knight's insignia.

        All went silent as Meta Knight led you through the dining room. You could feel several pairs of eyes upon you as you trailed behind the warrior, bringing about an immense feeling of uneasiness. All you could hear was the sound of the knight's armoured feet making contact with the polished, wood flooring, which only added to the tense atmosphere. You felt like an outcast, seeing how different everybody else at the table was compared to your frail form.

        Not wishing to dwell on your differences any longer, you turned your attention towards the incredible paintings mounted upon the high walls of the dining space. The first one that caught your eye was a wonderfully detailed portrait of Meta Knight. It pictured him standing atop a rocky cliffside in a stormy setting, raising his blade to the sky in a victorious manner as his vast, luxurious cape flows elegantly in the wind. You couldn't help but think about how powerful the painting made Meta Knight look.

        Just next to the portrait was an even grander painting of what appeared to be Battleship Halberd, soaring across a sky immersed in a beautiful orange sunset and above a stunningly colourful ocean. You could tell that every last detail of the battleship had been lovingly captured by the artist, down to even the tiniest rivet. You wondered how long it must have taken to complete this masterpiece.

        "If you are done admiring my paintings," Meta Knight spoke as he reached the head of the dining table, "there is an unoccupied seat next to mine." You quickly turned away from the wall of canvases and hurried towards the empty seat next to Meta Knight's. Just as you were about to pull out your chair from underneath the table, a certain somebody had already beaten you to it. "Allow me," uttered Meta Knight as he pulled the chair out for you in a gentlemanly manner. "Oh... thank you," you replied in shock as you hesitantly took your seat opposite Sailor Dee's, "I could have done that myself, you know." "Nonsense," Meta Knight chuckled as he kindly pushed your chair in again, "you are the guest."

        As Meta Knight took his place in the luxurious chair at the head of the dining table, he picked up a fork and a wine glass that had been set out for him. He clinked the utensil against the glass a few times and spoke aloud, "Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?"

        The Halberd's crew immediately turned to hear what their Lord had to say. "If you look to my right, you will notice that we have a special guest here with us today," Meta Knight declared, gesturing towards you, "please, welcome _______ - they will be staying with us for a short time. They seem to have gotten lost, and so I have taken it upon myself to assist in bringing them back to their home planet. However, it will take some time to chart a flight path. So for now, they will be our new housekeeper. Please, kindly treat them with respect."

        You turned to look at the unfamiliar soldiers who were all sitting at the dining table, awaiting their meals. They turned their attention to you in return, when one of them spoke, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, _______."

        Welcoming you was another round knight wearing a set of armour consisting of a deep-purple helmet resembling a samurai warrior's - complete with a golden crescent - as well as a pair of sharply pointed pauldrons. He spoke in a calm and respectful manner. "You may call me Trident Knight."

        You nervously raised a hand to wave at the warrior, stammering, "I-it's nice to meet you too, Sir Trident Knight..." You heard a chuckle coming from Captain Vul, who was seated next to you. "Ah, [lad/lass], there's no need for formalities when it comes to ye fellow hearties," he expressed as he laid a wing on your shoulder, "I'm sure everybody's happy to have ye 'round!"

        "Gee, it sure is nice of Lord Meta Knight to lend you a helping hand, _______," spoke another round knight sitting next to Sailor Dee. This knight donned a sinister-looking skull mask and a blood-red Viking's helmet - despite his appearance, he spoke in a rather friendly and welcoming tone. "My name's Axe Knight! Trust me - you'll love it here on Battleship Halberd! And we'll make sure of it!"

        "Chop chop, Axe," another knight chuckled, "we all want to meet _______ and see what's so special about them." This knight wasn't round like the others, but instead resembled a beetle of sorts with four armoured legs and a tough-looking helmet with a glowing, yellow visor covering its shell. The armour itself was a brilliant red. The armoured beetle turned its body towards you and continued, "The name's Javelin Knight. Don't wear it out."

        A fourth knight chimed in, "Don't worry about Javvy here. He may be a little sarky at times, but he truly has a big heart. The name's Mace Knight, by the way." He was garbed in a purple robe, rounded pauldrons and a helmet which had three large, pointed protrusions atop it, as well as a light-blue mouthguard. Mace Knight had a hi-tech visor which caught your interest as you noticed several vertical, red stripes across it, which appeared to light up like some kind of radar display.

        "I-it's very nice to meet all of you, good sirs," you stammered sheepishly, "I hope I'm not too much of a burden..."

                "You are not a burden, _______," Meta Knight reassured. You shifted your gaze towards him as he continued, "do not forget, it is I who wished to assist you in the first place." "I know... I'm nervous, Sir Meta Knight," you confessed. Meta Knight tilted his head slightly, as if to look at you with concern. "You are surrounded by people who are new to you, _______. It is a natural response to feel uneasy, but I am sure you will warm up to us eventually."

        Without warning, the door to the dining room was flung wide open, revealing a creature much like the Metaphytes you had seen earlier, only this one was garbed in a vicious-looking burgundy outfit with jet black accents, contrasting with the rest of the Metaphytes' blue and purple uniforms. You noticed that Meta Knight's insignia was embroidered upon the front of the Metaphyte's large, turban-like hat, which you had only now realised was present on the rest of the Metaphytes' hats as well. Instead of a scarf, he wore a cloth mask with a distinctive, white zig-zag pattern that resembled the sharp teeth of a dragon's maw. The burgundy Metaphyte's fearsome glare was enough to instill fear within even the most hardened warriors, and you could see that he had a long scar across his right eye, which only accentuated his menacing aura. The room was silenced once again as the figure marched towards the head of the dining table, allowing the heavy door to slam shut a second time.

        "Ah, Jamar, you made it," Meta Knight greeted happily, "all is well with your tribe, I presume?"

                "What is that... thing... doing in my seat?!" the Metaphyte yelled fiercely, pointing directly at you. He spoke in a deep and brutal voice, unnerving you greatly.

        "I apologise sincerely, Jamar - I meant to tell you: please, welcome _______. They will be our housekeeper for the next thirty days," Meta Knight calmly clarified. It appeared that he was quite used to this particular Metaphyte's snappish conduct.

        The Metaphyte known as Jamar approached you with reasonable uncertainty, impudently inspecting your fragile being. "What... are you?" he inquired, to which you responded, faltering, "H-h-h-human..." "Human, eh?" Jamar turned his attention towards Meta Knight, questioning, "Lord Meta Knight, how can we trust this... human? For all we know, they could be plotting against us as we speak!"

        "I understand your concern, Jamar, but I assure you: I have no reason to believe that _______ is looking to cause trouble," Meta Knight persuaded, "please, join us in our feast, and we can discuss this matter further in my office later, if you would like." Jamar let out an exasperated sigh and clomped away to find an empty chair at the other end of the table. You silently looked down at the large plate and cutlery that had been set out for you prior to your entrance, picking up your shiny, ornate spoon and looking back at your distorted, visibly distraught reflection within it. "My apologies," uttered Meta Knight, capturing your attention. "Jamar isn't exactly... friendly to outsiders. Not to worry, I shall speak with him tonight."

        "Thank you, Sir Meta Knight," you spoke gratefully, giving him a smile and laying your spoon back down upon the table.

                "You know... you remind me of someone."

~~~

Earth, 1 month and 27 days earlier

"I'm back, my flower..." Morpho Knight cooed as they fluttered towards the camp you had both prepared in a more spacious corner of the factory. In their hands was a large, beautiful bouquet of cyclamen flowers and snapdragon flowers, both of which thrived in Earth's snowy climate. The snapdragons were graced with plentiful lovely, fiery-coloured bell petals that closely matched the colour of Morpho Knight's wings, and the abundant cyclamens varied in shades of gorgeous pinks and purples. "Hah, flower..." the knight chuckled, bringing the bouquet up to your eyeline.

        "Oh, Morpho Knight, you shouldn't have!" you exclaimed with delight, gleefully accepting the flowers. "Thank you, Morpho Knight! They're beautiful!" "Don't these smell just... absolutely divine?" Morpho Knight spoke, taking in the pleasant aroma exuding from the bouquet. You took a whiff of the flowers yourself. "Hm... indeed!" "I must say..." the butterfly began, "out of all of the flowers growing on this planet... the snapdragons have to be my favourite..." Morpho Knight then brought out a few more snapdragons from their burlap sack, which they used to gather resources on their trips to the surface. "I even brought a few for myself..."

        Morpho Knight took a seat next to you, admiring their own little collection of snapdragons. You placed your bouquet down on the floor beside you. "You know what my favourite kind of flower is?" you started, hoping to make conversation. "No... what is it?" the knight asked, curious. "It's the passion flower," you replied, "though, it went extinct a long time ago." "Really...? What did it look like?" "Oh, quite distinctive... they were all very colourful, and had lots of wiggly appendages around the centre." "A corona...?" "Is that what it's called? Anyway, I believe it was a fruit-bearing flower...? Yes, I think... I believe they grew passion fruits."

        "Interesting..." Morpho Knight commented, "it sounds like the passion flower was a very beautiful kind of flower... how come it went extinct...?" "Well... passion flowers only ever grew in warmer climates, so..." "It became too cold for them to survive..." the butterfly realised, glancing down at their snapdragons with a look of deep sorrow.

        You turned to Morpho Knight, gazing at them with concern. "Are you okay, Morpho Knight?" "Ah, yes... I was just pondering... about the fate of your planet..." the knight responded, downcast. "Oh, that," you enthused, "well... there's not much we can do about that now, except enjoy our time together!" Morpho Knight let out a chuckle in return and placed a hand upon yours. "You are absolutely right, my flower..."

        "You know, Morpho Knight, I'm feeling a bit hungry. What do you say? Shall we have a bite to eat?" you questioned. "Very well..." Morpho Knight agreed, "I am feeling a little hollow myself... let us absorb nutrients together, my flower..." "Great! What food did you..." Before you could finish your sentence, you were greeted by the unusual sight of Morpho Knight stuffing one of the many heads of one of their snapdragon flowers into their mouth. The butterfly ripped the flower's head from its stem and munched on it as if it were corn on the cob. You noticed Morpho Knight's round eyes expand slightly, as if a primal instinct had taken over. "Mmm... delicious... nectar..." Morpho Knight purred as they ravenously consumed one flower after another.

        "You mean..." you started, picking up the bouquet that Morpho Knight had brought for you earlier, "you meant for me to eat these?" You nervously picked a cyclamen flower from your posy, staring at its few distinctive, twisted petals. "Well, down the hatch..." you told yourself, anxiously placing the flower in your mouth and biting off its head in a similar manner to Morpho Knight. You winced with disgust as you chewed on the flower. The taste was horrible - like the scent of grass trimmings - and the texture was strange and unpleasant. Morpho Knight's eyes shrank down to their normal size as they noticed you spitting out the flower with a look of revulsion on your face.

        "What is the matter, my flower...? Do humans not... eat flowers?" "We do," you replied, "but only some kinds." "Ah... I do apologise, my flower..." Morpho Knight spoke ashamedly, "is there anything... edible to your species left on this planet...?"

        The butterfly's question had you greatly worried for a brief moment, until you remembered the underground city that you had lived in prior to humanity's departure.

        "I wonder if there are any rations left in Stalactopolis..."

~~~

Planet Pop Star, present day

Meta Knight rested his armoured glove gently upon the table, gazing deeply into your gloomy eyes. "Who do I remind you of, _______?" he enquired curiously, snapping you out of your daydreaming. "Er... don't worry about it, Sir," you responded. Meta Knight looked as if he was about to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of several catering trollies being rolled into the dining hall by some of the Metaphytes.

        Wheeling in the largest catering trolley was a chubby, yellow life form with orange feet and similarly coloured tints in his big, round eyes. He wore a pair of white gloves - like almost everybody else at the dining table - and you could easily tell what his role was on the Halberd by the presence of his big, puffy chef's hat and his somewhat messy apron. Accompanying the chef was another member of Sailor Dee's species wearing a chef's hat of his own, albeit slightly smaller than his associate's.

        "I present: tonight's appetisers!" proclaimed the bold chef with a broad and confident smile. His voice sounded upbeat and passionate, with a slight hint of a French-sounding accent.

        "Ah, our first course has arrived," Meta Knight observed, "Chef Pasti is a very proficient cook, _______. I am sure you will not be disappointed." "Chef Pasti?" you repeated. "Who's the little guy walking next to him?" "That is his trainee, Chef Dee. A Waddle Dee - a common sighting on Planet Pop Star - much like Sailor Dee," the swordsman explained. "Aww, how cute!" you commented, beginning to feel a little more at ease with your surroundings.

        You watched intently as the Metaphytes approached the dining table with their smaller catering trollies in tow, pouring the Meta-Knights a glass of water each and setting out a few bottles of red wine for them to indulge in. As the lead chef reached the dining table, he and his chef-in-training proceeded to serve up the many dishes that would constitute the first course. Shortly thereafter, the dining table was layered completely with numerous large platters filled with a diverse selection of exotic, bite-sized foods. "Bon appetit, everybody!" Chef Pasti declared jovially as the crew proceeded to pick at the various appetisers.

        Within your reach was a large, segmented serving platter with a small bowlful of creamy, yellow-green dip in the centre, surrounded by a colourful array of what you assumed to be Planet Pop Star's native vegetables. You picked up a long vegetable stick with yellow skin and light-green flesh. "What's this, Sir Meta Knight?" you asked your superior, studying the portion's diamond-shaped cross-section. "What you have there is a slice of Stargette," answered Meta Knight, "it is very nice, _______ - you should give it a try." You took a small bite of the vegetable. It was crisp, fresh and absolutely delicious. "Mm...! This is great!" you exclaimed with joy as you finished your stick of Stargette.

        "You've got to try the dip, _______," Sailor Dee chimed in as he grabbed a jagged, red vegetable stick for himself from the platter, "it pairs super well with these Sand Carrots!" You gave Sailor Dee a curious look. "How are you Waddle Dees supposed to eat? You've got nowhere to put any food," you questioned. Sailor Dee proceeded to dip his Sand Carrot stick into the vegetable dip before him. "Watch and learn," the Waddle Dee boasted as he held the morsel up to his face. Your eyes widened in complete shock as the dipped Sand Carrot appeared to phase right through Sailor Dee's visage, right where his mouth would be - if he had one. As Sailor Dee happily munched on the crunchy vegetable, your mind was plagued with the uncomfortable perception that all Waddle Dees likely had a set of teeth behind their adorable, mouthless faces. Mulling over what those supposed teeth could possibly look like, you suddenly found the Waddle Dees to be slightly less adorable than when you had first laid eyes on the one sitting in front of you.

        "H-h-how...?" you stammered, utterly horrified by the sight. "Do not question it, _______," spoke Meta Knight, "I, too, sometimes wonder about the Waddle Dees' strange... qualities, but I find it better to simply push those thoughts away." You tried distracting yourself by surveying the other serving platters arranged on the dining table, when you spotted something that immediately caught your fancy. "Are those... onion rings?!" Your eyes lit up as you stared with awe at the ornate platter of glorious, deep-fried hoops of savoury goodness that was only a few chairs away from you. "Ah, you mean the Echo Rings," Meta Knight clarified. "Why, do you have something similar back at home?" "Echo... Rings?" you repeated. You turned to meet the warrior's gaze with a dopey grin on your face. "I want some!" The knight let out a fond, light-hearted chuckle in response. "Of course, _______."

        Meta Knight hopped down from his chair and made his way towards the platter of Echo Rings that rested upon the table. "Pardon me, gentlemen, but I do believe our guest would like some of these," you heard him say to his subordinates. You observed as he carefully picked up the platter and brought it back to the head of the table. He placed the platter down in front of you. "Eat well, my good human," he spoke graciously as he took his seat once again. "Thank you so much, Sir Meta Knight!" you replied happily. You gazed upon the Echo Rings with both excitement and anticipation, wondering if they will indeed taste anything like Earth's own tasty snack.

        Snaring an Echo Ring from the platter, you took a bite.

                "Oh, wow!" you blurted out, swallowing the mouthful. "Such flavour!"

                        The Echo Ring tasted even better than you could have possibly imagined - it was a sharp, tangy and somewhat acidic taste that you found to be rather addictive. Taking notice of a small bowl of orange dipping sauce amongst the platter of Echo Rings, you dunked what was left of your sample into the bowl and stuffed it into your mouth. The dipping sauce enhanced the Echo Ring's flavour tenfold, adding a zesty and herby taste to its profile. You closed your eyes, relishing in the wonderful, complex flavours unleashing themselves upon your tongue. "This is amazing! I've never had anything quite so flavourful!" you commented as you finished your Echo Ring.

        "Just wait until ye get to the main course, [lad/lass]," spoke Captain Vul, "Pasti always outdoes himself when it comes to the main event!" "Oh, I can't wait!" you replied enthusiastically. "I'd better hold back on the appetisers, then," you added as you filled your plate with a moderate amount of Echo Rings and vegetables sticks, spooning on a portion of each of their respective dips. You took advantage of the opportunity to try a Sand Carrot for yourself, as well as a pea pod which appeared much like the ones you were familiar with, except it was a snowy white with icy-blue peas. The Sand Carrot was a little drier than you had expected, but it was still crunchy and vaguely sweet. Sailor Dee was right in that the vegetable dip greatly enhanced the Sand Carrot's texture and flavour. On the other hand, you found yourself preferring the much sweeter white pea pod without the dip.

        Overhearing the sound of a bottle being opened, you caught sight of Meta Knight pouring himself a glass of wine. Once he had finished pouring his glass, he shifted his gaze upwards to take notice of you looking at him. "Would you like a glass?" he kindly offered, holding his bottle up to your wine glass in preparation to pour another. "That's awfully kind of you, Sir Meta Knight," you began, pleasantly surprised by his obliging offer, "but I don't really feel like drinking." "That is alright; you have been through quite a bit today," Meta Knight replied understandingly, placing the bottle back on the table, "but do let me know if you change your mind." "Thank you, Sir."

        You found yourself feeling thoroughly intrigued by the sight of Meta Knight lifting his steel mask up slightly to take a sip of wine. It made you wonder why he would keep his face concealed, even when eating or drinking. You thought about asking Meta Knight about his mask for a split second, but decided against it, wanting to respect his privacy rather than give in to your curiosity.

        Looking around at all of the other knights, you noticed that they had all either taken off their helmets or lowered their mouthguards in order to eat, allowing you to get a better look at what their faces looked like. You were surprised to find that behind Axe Knight's skull mask was the lovable face of a bird, which had black feathers and a pair of small, red eyes, as well as a tiny, grey beak. His cheeks were a bright, neon pink, like his feet.

        Axe Knight and Captain Vul weren't the only birds on the ship - Mace Knight had revealed that he, too, was a bird underneath his helmet. He had white feathers and a bright blue beak. His hi-tech visor was still present on his face, leading you to believe it was more like a cybernetic enhancement for his eyes. The presence of the three birds made you wonder if they perhaps had any history together before allying themselves with Meta Knight.

        Unsurprisingly, Javelin Knight indeed had the appearance of a beetle underneath his helmet. His shell reflected the colour of his armour and his face was a pale blue with bulbous, yellow eyes. You could see that he had small, red mandibles which he used to eat and a pair of small, black antennae, which he presumably used to communicate with others of his kind.

        Shifting your gaze towards Trident Knight - who was the first of many new faces at the dining table to give you a warm welcome - you saw that he had lowered his mouthguard, revealing an orange face with rhombus-shaped eyes, his pupils having a lilac tint. It contrasted well with the knight's dark-purple, samurai-like armour.

        Seated next to Trident Knight was the blacksmith, Heavy Knight. You assumed that he had to take his entire helmet off as his large chest plate must have gotten in the way of him being able to adjust his mouthguard properly. He had a purple, semispherical face with what appeared to be a quiff of hair which was the same shade of purple, blending in with the top of his head. His eyes were as they appeared through his helmet - large and yellow, similar to Javelin Knight's. He definitely seemed like a more approachable fellow without the helmet.

        Jamar was the only crew member besides Meta Knight who didn't take off his face-covering. As it appeared to be made from cloth, he saw no issues with reaching behind the corner of his mask to take bites from whatever he had picked for himself from the various platters.

        You turned your attention back to your commander, who had taken a stick of dipped Stargette and popped it into his imperceptible mouth, not before lifting his mask up slightly to do so. Inwardly, you asked yourself, 'Why must he hide his face?'

        Meta Knight readjusted his mask and gazed at you curiously. He studied your expression, interpreting your thoughts. "Some things are best remained secret," he spoke simply. You nodded in understanding as your thoughts turned to the Doomblade and its mysterious past, which you preferred to keep hidden from the crew aboard the Halberd.

        At the thought, you turned to Heavy Knight and, from across the dining table, called out to him, "Excuse me, Sir Heavy Knight." "Yeah? What's goin' on, _______?" Heavy Knight responded. "I must know," you continued, "is my Doomblade still with you? Is it okay?" "Oh, you mean that red sword? Yeah, it's back at the smithin' station. Didn't get much of a chance to fully document it before the feast, though," he explained. "Oh..." you uttered, questioning, "not to sound impatient, Sir, but when do you think I could have it back?" "Should have it done by tomorrow morn'," Heavy Knight reassured. "I really appreciate your help, Sir Heavy Knight," you praised, "thank you." "Hey, it's no problem, friend!" the blacksmith beamed as he gave you a thumbs-up of approval.

        Just then, the dining room door creaked open a third time, and through the gap, you caught a glimpse of a familiar pair of forest-green lenses peering through.

        "I did not miss anything, did I, your Lordship?" the scientist questioned nervously.

                "That took you long enough, Professor," Meta Knight joked, "you are lucky we did not skip the appetisers. Please, do come in and have a seat."

        Professor Thermidor let out a nervous titter in response and stepped into the dining hall, being sure to carefully shut the door as to prevent himself from causing yet another reverberant slam. Eagerly, the professor made his way towards his seat. "Are there any... leftover Blazure Peppers available?" he questioned, adjusting his safety goggles. Heavy Knight, who was sitting next to the scientist, was kind enough to slide over a small platter of what you could make out to be approximately four stuffed peppers, all of which had a striking blaze-blue skin and curled tips. "Here ya go, pal," Heavy Knight encouraged, "go nuts!"

        "Oh, you'll regret saying that," Jamar remarked from his seat opposite Thermidor's, as if he understood what was about to transpire.

        You watched as the salivating professor adamantly reached for a Blazure Pepper and stuffed the whole fruit into his mouth. Thermidor chuckled as his face turned red with what you assumed to be the heat of the Blazure Pepper. His laugh quickly evolved into a maniacal cackle as a strange, blue glow began to emit from his mouth. "Oh, the roaring heat of the Blazures, how I missed you!" the scientist exclaimed, chortling with excitement.

        "Wow, those peppers must be really hot, because it's obvious he's going mad," you spoke aloud in response to the commotion. "No," Meta Knight countered, "he gets like that with anything spicy." "Why?" "I don't quite remember - he told me it was... something to do with... capsaicin molecules? Though, I am uncertain..." "Have you ever tried anything spicy, Sir Meta Knight?" you enquired, your interest piqued. "Of course I have," the knight answered truthfully, "but my first experience with Blazure Peppers specifically was quite... harrowing, to say the least." "What's it like? To eat a Blazure Pepper, I mean." "Oh, it's an experience. When I had first consumed one... the pain... it was... agonising. For a moment, it felt like I was going to die. And then it got worse." "That doesn't sound fun at all," you observed.

        There was a fleeting silence between the two of you. "So, er... would you like one?" Meta Knight's unexpected, humorous question elicited an audible laugh from you. "Oh, I would love one, Sir." At your sarcastic comment, Meta Knight joined in with an unbridled, boisterous laugh of his own. Your shared fit of giggling lasted for merely a few seconds, but it was a pleasant moment that had you feeling a brief connection with the masked swordsman.

        "Ye 'aven't laughed like that in a while, me Lord," Captain Vul noticed. "You are right, Vul," Meta Knight spoke with a hint of realisation in his voice, "I have not."

        Soon enough, the Meta-Knights had utterly demolished their appetisers. With the empty platters and used dishes cleared up by the Metaphytes, Chef Pasti and Chef Dee had returned with their catering trolley, which now held a number of hearty meals catering to the differing tastes of the Halberd's crew. "And now, the main course!" Chef Pasti announced as he and Chef Dee presented everyone with the colourful spread.

        Predictably, Meta Knight was the first to be served. On his plate was a large, puffy omelette with a side of what appeared to be a tomato salad. It was garnished with fresh herbs, which would undoubtedly amplify its flavour. "Thank you, Chef," the knight spoke, "I do enjoy a good omelette." "Of course! I want nothing but the most delicious meals for our esteemed Lord!" Chef Pasti exclaimed happily. Ambling over to your seat, he gently set down a small, ornate bowl in front of you. "Here's a little something I whipped up for the chevalier's dear friend - Cream of Winter-Reef."

        Staring down at the contents of the bowl, you saw a steaming, fragrant, lilac-coloured soup. Intrigued by its unusual hue, you questioned, "What's in it?" "Winter Shrooms and Reef Shrooms make for a lovely combination," Chef Pasti clarified, "and the added Echo's Root gives it an extra kick!" You picked up your spoon and dipped it into the soup, anxious to try it. Sipping up the soup, you found it to be rather tasty. It had a thick and creamy texture, and the flavour was outright heavenly. You had especially missed the familiar warmness of slurping up a soupy supper during a cold night. "It's been so long since I've had a nice soup..." you spoke. "Thank you, Chef! It's delicious!" "Oho, you are most welcome!" the chef responded ecstatically. "It does my heart good to hear that you enjoy it, my friend! I would be happy to cook for you any day!"

        Before long, the rest of the crew were served their meals. "Pasti, matey! You remembered this old salt's favourite!" Captain Vul exclaimed as he received his dish. You took a glance at his plate to see a large crustacean upon it. "What did you get, Captain?" you asked, to which the bird replied, "Ah, this is what's known as 'King Crabbo'." Upon closer inspection, you realised that it was certainly a crab-like creature, the only differences being its blue legs and the strange, volcano-shaped structure atop its head. "What a strange-looking creature," you commented. "What do you suppose that funnel thingy on its head was for?" "Well, ye see, [lad/lass], in this Crabbo's lifetime, its blowhole there would have been used for self-defense. It would have spewed a foamy substance from its top in order to ward off predators," the captain described. "Wow! I wonder what other kinds of creatures live on Planet Pop Star," you thought aloud.

        "Perhaps, _______, I could show you," Meta Knight suggested, overhearing your conversation with Captain Vul. You shifted your gaze over to him. "You will?" The knight nodded, "If you have an interest in Planet Pop Star's flora and fauna, I have a couple of encyclopedias that you could borrow. Alternatively, I could take you to see the planet's wildlife in person." Your eyes lit up at the idea of exploring a world other than the icy wastelands of Planet Earth. "You can do that?" "Of course - I do plan on visiting the country of Dreamland very soon, so perhaps I could show you then?" "That would be wonderful, Sir Meta Knight!" you beamed with excitement.

        As you continued eating your soup, your curiosity turned towards the other meals that were currently present at the table. You noticed that Sailor Dee had a platter of green clamshells with a roll of bread and a small slab of butter on the side. You could also see that Axe Knight had a plate of various berries, seeds and sautéed nuts - a simple meal suitable for a small bird like him, whilst Javelin Knight - another woodland creature - had a plate full of fried greens.

        Peering further down the dining table, you saw Trident Knight with something that resembled a sushi platter, as well as Mace Knight with a plate of grilled fish - it seemed that seafood was a popular choice amongst the residents of Battleship Halberd. You also spotted a large rack of ribs resting upon Heavy Knight's platter.

        Professor Thermidor and Jamar both had bowls similar to yours, but you couldn't quite make out what was in each bowl. You could tell that Thermidor's dish was terribly spicy, as you heard the sound of him cackling maniacally as he did when he consumed one of the Blazure Peppers during the first course.

        It wasn't long before everyone had finished their meals.

                "Boy, I'm stuffed," uttered Sailor Dee, sitting back in his chair. "Another gratifying feast as always, me Lord!" Captain Vul praised. "Indeed," Trident Knight added as he wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin. "I am sure our chef would be delighted to hear that," Meta Knight spoke, "anyhow, I believe it is time for you all to turn in for the night." "I'll say," Javelin Knight commented as he let out a big yawn, stretching all four of his legs.

        You watched as the Meta-Knights all hopped down from their dining chairs. You remained in your seat, unsure about what to do next. Soon after the crew said their goodbyes, the dining hall was swiftly emptied, leaving only you and your masked acquaintance.

        "So, _______, what did you think?" the knight questioned as another group of Metaphytes entered the room and proceeded to clear up the used dishes once again. "I thought it was absolutely spectacular!" you beamed. "I was quite nervous at first with all of the new faces, but they were all so friendly! Well... I suppose I could understand Jamar's hesitance. After all... I am an alien." "I wouldn't exactly call you an alien, _______," Meta Knight reassured. "Perhaps... foreigner is the better term." "What's the difference?" Meta Knight went silent for a moment. "Touché... I assumed you found the sustenance to be satisfactory?" "Certainly! It's been a while since I've had any proper food."

        "You know, _______, I think I could go for some dessert. How about you?" Meta Knight proposed. The idea of dessert captured your interest as you enquired, "What's on the menu?" "Mini chocolate lava cakes, or as I like to call them, 'Vol-cake-noes'." You giggled a little at Meta Knight's playful pun before questioning, "You have chocolate here?" "Indeed." "Wow! I thought that chocolate could only ever exist on Planet Earth, but I suppose a lot of things here are quite similar." "So, will you have a cake, or no?" "Oh, of course! I couldn't turn down an offer of chocolate!" Meta Knight chuckled at this. He hummed and nodded, getting up from his opulent chair. "Wait right here. I'll be just a minute," he instructed as he made his way towards a large hallway to the right of the dining space, which you assumed led into the kitchen as you had seen Chef Pasti emerge from it twice now.

        You were left alone at the dining table. Had your Doomblade been safely tucked away in the scabbard strapped to your back, you would have felt more comforted by its warmth. However, the current lack of said Doomblade as well as the company of the cerulean knight brought back horrifying memories of wandering by yourself on the frozen Planet Earth. You couldn't forget the excruciating pain you felt before perishing in that dreadful blizzard. "It's okay," you told yourself, "everything will be just fine. Sir Meta Knight won't be long, and he's bringing me a warm dessert!"

        Detaching the large scabbard from your belt, you took a long look at it. It was a deep red - like the blade's grip - with a golden locket and chape. Its elaborate, black markings reminded you of its owner's distinct helm, and it had a single, recognisable butterfly shape embroidered in the centre. "And... you'll be home very soon." You wiped a single tear from your eye as you tenderly held the scabbard close to your chest.

        Hearing the sound of metallic footsteps, you quickly reattached your scabbard as Meta Knight entered the room, balancing two small plates in his hands. "Allow me to present our desserts for this evening," he spoke, bestowing you with your promised pudding. The chocolatey, sugar-topped lava cake oozed with a steaming, equally chocolatey sauce. A small scoop of white ice cream garnished with a sprig of mint had been placed atop the molten mass - a refreshing accompaniment to the boiling hot substance erupting from the tiny lava cake. You were at a loss for words as you admired the delicate presentation of the luscious dessert before you.

        You picked up a small spoon from the table, scooping up a spoonful of the dessert. Tasting both the lava cake and the ice cream together felt like a battle of fire and ice within your mouth. It was as exciting as it was delectable and sweet. "Oh, this is so good!" you exclaimed. "I must admit, Chef Pasti had these cakes pre-made for me," Meta Knight explained, "I simply heated them up and topped them with the powdered sugar, ice cream and mint, but thank you."

        As you took your last bite of the molten cake and ice cream, you heard the knight speak, "_______, I believe I owe you an apology." "An apology?" you repeated, swallowing the morsel. "For what?" "It is regarding our first encounter in Sacred Square. I should not have scared you like that. I am truly sorry," Meta Knight elaborated, sounding rather ashamed with his actions. You recalled your first meeting with the lone swordsman mere hours ago, when he had threatened your life as you wandered about the ancient ruins. At that moment, you were terrified, but your fears were soon replaced by reassurance and comfort as the knight offered to assist you in returning to your home planet. "It's okay, Sir Meta Knight," you reassured, "I'd say you've done more than enough to make up for the misunderstanding." "I appreciate that, _______," he responded, audibly relieved by your response.

        A lone Metaphyte entered the hall to take yours and Meta Knight's empty plates back to the kitchen. "Sir Meta Knight?" you started. "Yes, _______?" "I assume everybody here has a place to sleep, right?" "Indeed." "Well... where should I sleep?" Meta Knight's glowing, yellow eyes widened in realisation as he processed your question. "Actually... the thought hadn't crossed my mind. Let me think." He contemplated his answer for a moment before finally speaking, "Under regular circumstances, I would have had a guest room prepared. However, seeing as that is not the case... you can always sleep in my living quarters."

        You let out a somewhat offended yelp in reaction to Meta Knight's odd proposal. "You're not suggesting we sleep in the same bed, are you?!" The very idea elicited a hearty chuckle from the knight. "Don't be ridiculous," he replied, "I have a spare sofa bed you can use."

        "Oh," you uttered, laughing away your embarrassment, "well, I guess that's okay."

                "Then it is settled," Meta Knight declared, getting up from his seat. Approaching your place at the table, he held out his gauntleted glove. "Here, let me help you." You placed your hand in his as he helped you out of your chair. The two of you then proceeded towards the dining room door, your destination having been agreed upon.

        "Follow me, _______ - I shall take you to my chamber."

Chapter Text

Planet Pop Star, present-day

"Sir Meta Knight? What's going on? I thought we were heading to your living quarters."

        You were utterly perplexed as you were led back into the masked swordsman's executive office. Meta Knight merely chuckled at your confused expression as he approached a dark, wooden door on the leftmost wall of the office. "It's just through here," he clarified. "Oh," you muttered, "I... didn't see that." You hurried towards the door and watched as Meta Knight placed his gloved hand upon the doorknob, which was distinctly golden with his emblem etched into the design. He held the door open, motioning for you to step inside. "After you."

        "Oh, wow!" you exclaimed as you took in the sight of the spacious and comfortable living quarters. It was tidy and modern, complete with pastel-blue walls, an oaken hardwood floor, mahogany furnishing and an abundance of colourful houseplants. "Welcome to my humble abode," Meta Knight announced.

        Surveying the room you and your commander both entered, you spotted a lone, black sofa situated in the middle of it. Upon it were two luxurious, purple cushions. In front of the sofa was a rustic coffee table resting upon a dark-violet, circular carpet. Atop the coffee table was a miniature, green vase full of dainty, pink flowers. After a brief moment of admiring the simple arrangement, you suddenly realised that the sofa was facing an incredibly large window, which took up almost the entire rightmost wall. You rushed over to gawk at the sweeping view of Sacred Square beneath the dazzling, star-studded night sky. You pressed your hands against the glass, unable to look away from the majesty before you. "Oh my word!"

        "Breathtaking, isn't it?" you heard Meta Knight speak as he appeared beside you. "Gamble Galaxy is always a spectacle at this time of night." "Yeah... wait, 'Gamble Galaxy'?" "Yes," he replied, turning to meet your eyes. "Funny," you remarked, "us humans call it 'The Milky Way'." "Oh?" "It's an ancient thing," you told him, "a couple-thousand Earth-years ago, a human civilisation named the galaxy 'Milky Circle', because to them, it looked kind of like a big splash of milk was sprayed across the night sky." "Hm." Meta Knight studied the sky for a short while before concluding, "I don't see it."

        You laughed a little at that. "I suppose it is a bit of a stretch."

                The two of you stood there in tranquil silence, gazing up at the stars. Breaking the silence, you uttered, "I've never had the pleasure of beholding the night sky in person before. I've only ever seen it in pictures." "How come?" "Some time ago - before I was born, Earth was... overcome by an ice age, and... the humans had to take shelter underground... and when I did visit the surface, it never stopped snowing, so I couldn't see much of anything." "Ah... I am sorry to hear that," Meta Knight acknowledged, empathy clear in his voice, "I suppose that would explain why we could not detect any intelligent life on Earth, if you had been forced to hide beneath the surface." You smiled sadly in agreement.

        At that moment, Meta Knight let out a tired yawn. "I suppose I should go about setting up your bed."

                "Oh, erm... o-okay," you stammered, watching as he sauntered towards the coffee table. The swordsman proceeded to carefully pick up the small vase of flowers that rested atop, carrying it away and setting it down on top of a small curio cabinet. The cabinet was positioned against the wall opposing the entrance to the living quarters, and just to the left of it was another wooden door with golden adornments, which piqued your interest.

        There were two framed photographs fixed to the wall above the cabinet. Curious, you wandered over to take a closer look. The topmost frame pictured Meta Knight standing in front of the great Battleship Halberd, alongside his loyal crew. The Meta-Knights all had rather joyous expressions spread across their faces, as if the photo had captured a significant moment in the crew's long history together. There wasn't any sign of Jamar in the picture, however, so you wondered if he ended up joining the Halberd some time after it was taken. Nevertheless, you found yourself grinning from ear to ear as you gazed upon the scene.

        "You're quite the lucky man, Sir Meta Knight," you complimented. "Hm? What do you mean by that?" the knight questioned. "I mean... you must feel very lucky - to have such a loyal and hardworking crew," you elaborated. You looked over your shoulder to spot Meta Knight pulling the coffee table away from the sofa, presumably to make some room for your bed. He paused for a moment as he eyed the photograph that took hold of your attention. "Ah... that picture..." he murmured, "it was taken on the day the construction of Battleship Halberd was completed. It was a momentous occasion for all of us." "Oh? Did you celebrate, Sir?" "That was the first feast we had ever held for ourselves. A lot has happened since that day, but... I am immensely grateful to have shared that time with my crew."

        "I just... hope that I can make a valuable contribution," you sighed, taking another glance at the photograph. "I am sure you will, _______," Meta Knight soothed, "please - do not doubt your worth. You have just as much value here as anyone else."

        You observed as Meta Knight advanced towards the sofa and took a seat. "Come. Sit with me," he instructed, to which you obliged. You allowed yourself to relax as you felt yourself sink into the velvety fabric of the sofa.

        "The last thing I would want is for you to be uncomfortable, _______." You turned to meet Meta Knight's golden gaze as he continued, "My knights are most important to me, _______ - it is imperative I keep morale high. After all... I wouldn't want to be responsible for someone's... discomfort during their time here, on my beloved battleship." It took a second for you to fully process his words. "I can see why you inspire such loyalty," you expressed. "I suppose what I am saying is," the knight began, lifting his hand to place it upon your shoulder in a firm gesture. "If there is anything you need - anything at all - do not hesitate to ask me," he finished. You couldn't understand why, but something about both Meta Knight's soft touch and his gentle gaze put your mind at ease.

        "Y-yes, Sir. I understand, Sir," you replied. "Good - now, let us get your bed ready so you can get some sleep," Meta Knight suggested, patting the arm of the sofa. You nodded, getting up from your seat and curiously observing as he picked up one of the decorative sofa cushions. You felt inclined to grab the other one in an effort to help out. "Um... where should I put this?" "Ah, do not worry about that, _______," Meta Knight insisted, taking the cushion from your hands, "let me handle it." "Oh, o-of course."

        In due time, the bed had successfully been pulled out from the sofa. It was surprisingly lavish, with a large, snowy-white mattress. You perched upon the end of it, finding it to be quite bouncy and soft.

        "I will get you a blanket and some pillows," spoke Meta Knight as you watched him amble over to the door next to the curio cabinet. As he went to open it, he turned towards you, adding, "One more thing - should you ever need any... er... privacy, the lavatory is just past my chamber here." You nodded in understanding as Meta Knight entered the comfort of his private bedroom, gently shutting the door behind him and leaving you to your own devices.

        Seizing the opportunity to explore the rest of Meta Knight's living quarters, you stood up from the bed to take a look around. Of course, you had been too distracted by the magnificent view outside the battleship to fully grasp your surroundings. From the corner of your eye, you could spot a walled off room in the bottom-left corner of the living quarters. You were drawn in by the attractive bead curtains that were draped over the cased opening. You found the beads quite aesthetically pleasing to look at, as they all varied in shape and size, and were overlayed with a deep shade of marbled green.

        Pushing past the marbled bead curtains, you found yourself in a rather cosy-looking reading nook with tea-green walls. A purple, velvet chair was tucked away in the corner alongside a small side table, and an impressive collection of books was displayed within the great bookshelves that extended up to the very ceiling. A light-green carpet with olive-green stripes was draped across the floor, and the additions of the tall houseplants in each corner coupled with the dim lighting made for a pleasant and serene atmosphere.

        Your curiosity led you towards the bookshelves as you wondered what types of books the masked swordsman would keep around. To your amazement, they were all organised by genre and title, so that any particular text would be reasonably easy to locate as needed. Scanning the spines of the numerous books, you discovered that quite a number of them were in languages you were unfamiliar with. From what you could understand, there seemed to be more fictions than you had anticipated for a distinguished gentleman such as Sir Meta Knight. He appeared to have a taste in fantasy novels, as well as non-fictions about knighthood and life on other planets.

        "Aha! These must be the encyclopedias Sir Meta Knight was talking about!" you concluded, eyeing a series of tomes simply titled 'The Flora and Fauna of Planet Pop Star'. You thought about sliding one of the books out to take a quick peek, but you ultimately resisted, not wishing to touch Meta Knight's belongings without permission.

        "Ah, I see you have found my library," you heard a familiar voice speak suddenly. You turned around to catch sight of Meta Knight drifting past the bead curtains to join you at the bookshelves. "I-I'm sorry, Sir Meta Knight - would you mind if I take a look around?" you questioned nervously, unsure whether your presence was welcomed in the recess or not. "Not at all, _______ - please, enjoy yourself. You may even pick out a book and take it with you to bed, if you would like." "Oh, thank you, Sir!" you exclaimed, giving Meta Knight a thankful smile.

        "Speaking of beds," Meta Knight began, walking back over to the curtains and pushing them aside once again. He glanced back up at you as he continued, "I have yours prepared in the living room."

        You watched as the swordsman exited the library. With permission having been granted, you turned your attention back towards the bookshelves and took hold of one of the encyclopedias, sliding it out of its spot and being doubly careful not to let any books fall. It was a lot heavier than you thought - perhaps more so than the Doomblade. Clutching the hefty hardback tightly against your chest, you wandered back into the living room. As you did so, you noticed a fourth room just around the corner. You could barely make out what was inside as the lights had been turned off, but you assumed that you would have a better look in the morning.

        Approaching your temporary bed, you found that it was neatly laid out with a thick duvet and a pair of plumpy pillows, each of which were a deep violet, similar to the sofa cushions which had been stowed away for the time being. You set your encyclopedia down on one side of the bed, and flumped down on the other. The pillows were fluffy and soft, providing a comfortable support for your head, and the duvet was remarkably snug.

        "I assume everything is to your satisfaction," spoke Meta Knight as he stood at the bedside, looking over at your sleepy self. You sat up from the bed, leaning against the backrest so that you could be at eye level with him. "It sure is, Sir Meta Knight," you responded gleefully, "I've never felt so cosy!" "That is good." The knight allowed himself to relax as he let out a sigh. "I am glad."

         Meta Knight's attention was soon focused on the large book that rested beside you. "And what did this little scholar pick out from the library, hm?" he questioned, his voice taking on a more humorous tone. You smirked a little at the warrior's phrasing of such a question before answering, "I thought I'd look for one of those encyclopedias you mentioned during the feast." You reached for the titanic tome and set it on your lap, giving Meta Knight a clearer view of its cover.

        "Ah, an excellent choice. A healthy amount of research will help prepare you for our trip to Dreamland," he commented. You looked back up at him, asking, "When was that, again, Sir?" "Tomorrow will be your first day on the job, and we will be taking off the day after," Meta Knight replied, "is that alright with you?" "Well... you are the boss." "I am aware, but I do hope this isn't too short a notice. I can always delay it by a day or two if you need." Your eyes widened in shock at his show of selflessness. "W-what? I couldn't let you do that, Sir." You felt somewhat flattered that Meta Knight would go to such lengths to make sure you didn't feel too overcome with confusion, however you had no desire to disrupt his plans. "Actually, I'm rather looking forward to seeing what Dreamland is like." "That is a relief."

        "What do you plan on doing there, anyway, Sir?" you enquired, curious. "I wish to visit some friends of mine," Meta Knight explained, "it has been a while since I had last spoken with them." "Do you think I'll get to meet your friends too, Sir?" you wondered, to which the swordsman replied, "Perhaps."

        You glanced back down at the book on your lap, examining its cover. It was pure-white, with golden metal corners. The title, written in bold and blocky lettering, read as: 'The Flora and Fauna of Planet Pop Star - Volume I: The Grasslands and the Dunes'. Below it was a simplified image of a big, rounded star surrounded by what appeared to be two ring systems. Both elements had been printed onto the cover in reflective gold. "Is this really what Planet Pop Star looks like from space?" you questioned. "Indeed," Meta Knight confirmed. "I didn't know planets came in other shapes," you uttered in bewilderment, "I thought they could only be spherical. I wonder how that works?" "Ah, yes... the nature of the universe truly is a mystery," he chuckled.

        As you opened up your encyclopedia to scan the table of contents, you heard the sound of Meta Knight's footsteps as he approached the door leading back to his office. "I will leave you to your reading." "Where are you going, Sir?" "I... have some business to take care of," he explained, "if you need anything, I will be in my headquarters."

        "Goodnight, Sir!" you called out as Meta Knight went to open his office door. He stopped in his tracks and turned to catch sight of you waving at him. "Er..." he faltered, clearly unfamiliar with this type of interaction. Ultimately, he raised his hand to give a brief, hesitant wave in return. "Goodnight, _______."

        Meta Knight stole one last glimpse at you before leaving. "Sleep well."

                With that, the door was gently shut as you were left on your own once again.

                        Feeling a slight discomfort, you realised that you had forgotten to detach your scabbard from your belt before getting into bed. You did so and carefully tucked it in under the duvet, carefully resting its locket against the pillow on the other side. Returning to your encyclopedia, you briskly flipped through the pages, until you reached its chapter relating to the country Meta Knight had referred to as Dreamland. You were met with an explosion of colour as you gaped at the photographs included within the chapter.

        From what the chapter described, as made evident by the various images printed upon the pages, Dreamland was a peaceful paradise full of lush greenery, exotic flowers, unique natural formations and swirling clouds floating across the country's bright, blue skies. Common sightings amongst the natural wonders of Dreamland consisted of tall, brightly-coloured rock formations with numerous circular cavities, as well as an abundance of perfectly round, naturally occurring archways scattered across the grasslands. In one picture, you could make out a gargantuan tree in the distance with three equally gargantuan leaves at the ends of each branch, resembling a desk fan, strangely enough.

        It was then that you started to feel sleepy. With heavy eyelids, you finally shut the book in a swift motion, setting it back down on the other side of the bed, alongside your scabbard. You looked up at the view of the magical night sky above Sacred Square through the large window ahead of you. As you gazed up at the stars, your thoughts suddenly drifted to what Meta Knight had told you about your home planet before he hired you on as one of his Meta-Knights. As you lay there, Meta Knight's voice echoed in your head.

        'Shiver Star - or Earth, as you call it - is approximately two-thousand light-years away.'

                "Two-thousand light-years..." you murmured. Such an astronomical distance was incomprehensible to the average human. You understood that it took about eight minutes for light to travel the distance between Earth's parent star and its surface, which you knew to be just over one-hundred-and-fifty million kilometers; just how far you had to be from your home planet was so far beyond your understanding, that it was as if you had disappeared into another dimension entirely. As much as you cared about Planet Earth, you couldn't help but compare it to a microscopic speck of dust drifting aimlessly through a seemingly infinite void. Never had you felt more lost than in this very moment.

        You took one more glance at the Doomblade's scabbard. It was the one thing that kept you grounded in reality, as its presence reassured you that this wasn't all some kind of dream. You shifted your body forwards to rest your head upon one of the remarkably fluffy pillows.

        "Goodnight, Morpho... wherever you are..." you whispered, before sleep finally took over.

~~~

Earth, 1 month and 27 days earlier

"Come on, there's got to be some edibles around here!"

        You rummaged through the large crate of supplies that was left behind following humanity's departure. There was a plethora of useful goods, such as pots and pans, flare guns, a first aid kit, and a couple of flashlights. After a few minutes of tedious searching, you finally came across a gold mine of canned soups buried underneath the rest of the survival gear. "Aha, jackpot!" You reached into the crate, digging out the cans and packing them into your sizeable rucksack, which you had picked up from an abandoned sports store. In a way, you found the idea of having the entirety of the underground city be your own personal playground to be quite exhilarating, even though it now served as a chilling reminder of humanity's arrogance.

        "Morpho! Morpho!" you called out. "Get over here!"

                "What is it, my flower...?" Morpho Knight enquired, appearing from behind. "I found soup!" you exclaimed, excitedly showing the butterfly your rucksack full of the canned sustenance. "We can heat these up for dinner!" "Ah... a wonderful idea indeed, my flower...! But... we will need a pot..." "Oh, that's perfect!" You returned to the crate, pulling out one of the various cooking pots you had spotted earlier. "I think I'll pack this as well." "Ah... you truly are a resourceful one, my flower..."

        You and your knight continued forth through the abandoned streets of Stalactopolis. Skyscrapers were a common sight; the lack of natural light in the city made them appear like a legion of sentinels shrouded in darkness. The eerie, red glow from the lights mounted atop the colossal buildings illuminated a ceiling dotted with stalactites of monumental size.

        Stealing a glimpse at the scarlet butterfly fluttering beside you, your mind began to wonder about the nature of Morpho Knight's being. "Um... Morpho Knight?" you questioned. "Yes, my flower...?" "What... are you? I-I mean... I know you're essentially the grim reaper, but I'm not entirely sure if you are butterfly or knight." Morpho Knight turned to look you in the eyes, letting out a small chuckle. "I suppose I do have... contrasting characteristics of the two... but I am neither." "Then... what are you really?" "I shall try my best to explain to you, my flower... in simple terms." You listened closely as they continued, "I am a deity... in a sense. I am... ethereal."

        "Ethereal?" you repeated, feeling somewhat puzzled by Morpho Knight's disclosure, as you distinctly remembered them reaching out to grab your hand on more than one occasion. "But... I can touch you?" "Indeed, my flower... you see... with enough Soul energy... I am able to manifest into a... corporeal form." "Oh... so if this is your physical manifestation... what would your ethereal form look like?" "Well, my flower... hypothetically speaking... if I were to somehow lose my physical form, you would likely perceive my presence as something akin to... a spectral butterfly."

        "I... think I'll just stick to calling you a butterfly-knight," you decided. The two of you shared a laugh and continued on your way through the darkened roads of Stalactopolis.

        Just as you and Morpho Knight were roaming about the city you once called home, a sudden harsh, metallic roar echoed throughout the streets. This prompted the knight to hover ahead of you, unsheathing their ornate, scarlet blade from their scabbard in a defensive position.

        "Something is here..." the knight muttered, "something... different... soulless..."

                You felt yourself begin to tremble at the thought of facing uncertain peril at the hands of whatever could be lurking in the shadows at this very moment. Morpho Knight's attention was immediately drawn towards your quivering form as they witnessed your terrified expression. The butterfly carefully approached you, their luminous eyes showing deep concern. "Oh, my dearest flower... you need not fear..." they whispered softly, brushing their gloved hand against your cheek. The knight's tender gaze was magnetic, as their calming words alleviated your anxieties completely.

        Realising just how close Morpho Knight's face was to your own, you felt your cheeks burn a little. "I would do anything to keep you safe, my flower..." the butterfly reassured as they gently touched their forehead to yours. You let out a sigh, relishing the loving gesture. "Thank you, Morpho..."

        Another booming roar caught you off guard, interrupting your brief intimacy. The two of you turned to look in the general direction from which the grating noise was emanating. Morpho Knight held out his hand for you to take. "Come with me..." You trusted Morpho Knight with your life, enough to willingly grasp their golden glove and allow them to lead you towards the source of the noise - no matter how dangerous this new threat might be - as you knew very well that Morpho Knight would always be there for you in your hour of need. Besides, you were also quite curious as to what kind of horrific abomination would make such a sound.

        You and the knight stealthily made your way around the corner of the street, being sure to remain hidden from potential view. Morpho Knight was certain that this was where the noise was coming from; you, on the other hand, were not so confident. Both of you had hidden behind one of the towering skyscrapers, when yet another piercing screech sounded. You covered your ears in the hopes that it would dampen the sheer racket, but it didn't help all too much. As silence engulfed the city once again, Morpho Knight flew out of hiding, determining that it was safe enough to do so. You took a quick peek around the corner to see them fluttering about in the open. This worried you, until Morpho Knight beckoned you forth.

        Emerging from your hiding place, you were finally greeted by the sight of what was causing the shrill uproar.

                "H-Human Resources?" you called out.

                        Lying before you - in a pile of rubble and fallen stalactites - was the broken husk of the colossal droid which had originally been designed to be humanity's protector. Its body was reminiscent of an old space shuttle, with a jet-black body coated in bulky, white armour with red and yellow plating. The robot's hexagonal visual sensors emitted a green glow. It had four large, cuboid-shaped thrusters which hovered around its back end, with a red, triangular symbol painted upon each one. The great, mechanical being was well-known amongst the humans for its multi-functional arms, which could be used as powerful, devastating fists, or flip around to become gigantic, scissor-like blades which could cut through anything.

        Hesitantly, you stepped closer to the droid. "My flower... do you know this machine?" Morpho Knight enquired. "Of course I do," you replied, "Human Resources was created to protect us humans from danger, though most of us simply refer to it as 'HR'. I... didn't think they would just... leave it here."

        The sight of the barely functional HR was a sorry one indeed. Its body had been damaged beyond repair, one of its arms had been completely severed and the lights in its eyes were flickering on and off as if they were about to blow out. In a way, you could almost relate to the automaton before you, even if it was insentient.

        Suddenly, another loud, roaring noise emitted from the embattled machine, evoking a flinch from both you and the knight.

                "Something must have provoked it enough for it to go into its Enhanced phase..." you thought aloud. "Does it not always look like this, my flower...?" Morpho Knight questioned, joining you by the monumental machine. "Not really," you explained, "It usually roams the streets in its Herculean phase, using its mega-fists and laser-vision. It only ever transforms as a last resort... I wonder what happened?" "Hmm..." Morpho Knight hummed in thought as you watched them scan the wreckage for anything of interest.

        After a short while, the butterfly's eyes lit up with intrigue. "That sparkle..." they murmured, fluttering over to a particular piece of rubble lying somewhere nearby. Curious, you followed him. "What is it, Morpho?" you questioned, before noticing what appeared to be trace amounts of sparkling, blue glitter scattered across the ground. Morpho Knight appeared to take an interest in the glitter as they brushed their glove against it and picked up a few particles as they retracted their hand. "It's just glitter," you spoke. "Not glitter, my flower..." Morpho Knight countered as they held up their glove to show you. "These... are the fragments of an Aquaheart crystal."

        "...Aquaheart?" "Indeed, my flower... a common sight on Planet Ripple Star - a specimen infused with pure Heart Matter..." the knight described, "I have heard the people of Planet Ripple Star once had a skirmish with dark forces, and their large Aquaheart was shattered... sending its numerous shards across the galaxy... but a group of plucky heroes were able to recover the shards and use them to repel the darkness. There is no doubt that some of those crystal shards ended up on this planet..."

        "But what happened to HR?" you questioned. "Well, my flower..." Morpho Knight started, "if I had to guess... the heroes may have had an altercation with it on their quest for the crystal shards."

        The two of you took another long look up at the droid. "Those heroes must have been really strong to have left poor HR in such a state," you commented. "Agreed..." Morpho Knight returned. "Oh, well," you concluded, "it can't be helped."

        At that moment, you decided that you had gathered enough supplies to last you a few days. "Shall we head back to the factory, Morpho Knight? I'm starving."

        Morpho Knight turned to lock eyes with you.

                "Very well, my flower... I cannot wait any longer for our meal together."

~~~

Planet Popstar, the next morning

Sizzle. Sizzle.

        Gradually, you awoke to a faint sizzling sound. The mouthwatering scent of hot toast wafted throughout the room, bringing about a hungry grumble in your gut. You groggily sat up from the sofa bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

        All of a sudden, your eyelids shot open in an instant as the all too familiar glow of the sword you had come to cherish so deeply came into view. Your eyes did not deceive you - lying upon the coffee table ahead of the bed was the scarlet majesty that was the Doomblade.

        "My Doomblade!" you exclaimed with utter joy. You hastily stumbled out of bed, swiping your scabbard from beneath the covers and rushing over to the coffee table. Carefully taking hold of the Doomblade's wine-red grip, you examined it thoroughly, checking to make sure there were no nicks or scratches of any kind. Much to your relief, the blade was completely spotless; it was clear that the blacksmith aboard the Halberd had taken great care in inspecting your Doomblade.

        You slid the weapon back into the safety of its scabbard. With the Doomblade sheathed and safely reattached to the strap on your back, you could once again feel the warmth of its presence enveloping your being, as if you were being pulled into a loving embrace. Feeling reinvigorated by a pleasant start to the new day, you decided to focus your attention on where the delicious smells you had woken up to were coming from.

        Your senses directed you towards the large room around the corner of the library - one that was engulfed in shadow the night before. Making your way inside, you were greeted by the sight of a rather impressive kitchen system situated to your right, which had an L-shaped layout and a kitchen island in front, both of which had countertops marbled with lilac and periwinkle. It had all the makings of a homely kitchen, with an oven and stove top fixed to the leftmost wall; a double door refrigerator to the right of the countertop; a large sink integrated into the kitchen island and an excess of draws and cupboards, providing more than enough storage space for a variety of kitchen supplies. To the left of the room was a rustic dining area consisting of a rounded, wooden table with two matching chairs set out.

        Meta Knight stood in the kitchen area with a frying pan in his hand, cooking something over the stovetop. You observed the knight's actions curiously, until he finally spoke up, "Ah, _______. You are awake."

        "Um... good morning, Sir Meta Knight," you greeted, "what are you making?" "Breakfast," the warrior replied simply.

                An awkward silence permeated the room. Meta Knight turned, his glowing, yellow eyes meeting yours. "Please, do have a seat at the table. I will be with you in a minute," he spoke. You did so and watched as the knight turned off the stove and proceeded to prepare a wooden cutting board and a glass salad bowl upon the kitchen island. He approached his refrigerator and took out a head of lettuce, a Stargette and what could only be described as an abnormally large tomato. As Meta Knight marched back towards the kitchen island with the vegetables in tow, he set them down on the board. He brought up a huge knife, which looked rather intimidating as you witnessed your reflection through its sharp blade.

        Meta Knight's movements were quick and agile as he chopped up the vegetables with little effort. His prowess was something to behold, and you found it difficult to look away from his show of sheer speed. You could only imagine what he would be like in battle: rushing towards danger and deftly swinging his sword, his menacing eyes boring into his opponent's as he brings them to their knees in mere minutes. You certainly wouldn't want to be caught on his bad side.

        In due time, Meta Knight had tossed together a bowlful of colourful salad. He then transferred his salad bowl to the opposing countertop. You couldn't quite see what he was preparing there, so you decided to sit quietly and wait for him.

        It wasn't long before Meta Knight approached you at the table. To your surprise, he came bearing two plates rather than just the one. "You... made me breakfast as well?" you faltered, stunned that he would even think to do so. Meta Knight chuckled, "Of course. I wouldn't be a very gracious host otherwise, now would I?" "I... I guess..."

        Meta Knight set down your plate, presenting you with a simple, yet attractive breakfast of hot toast topped with a sunny-side-up egg and a generous sprinkling of pepper. On the side was a helping of the salad you had seen him prepare earlier, as well as a knife and fork.

        "I hope you enjoy your breakfast," the swordsman spoke as he sat opposite you at the table with his own plate of egg on toast. Your rumbling stomach begged you to take a bite, so you grabbed your knife and fork, cutting off a mouthful of toast and stuffing the morsel into your mouth. The toast was perfectly crunchy, and the subtle nuttiness of the fried egg on top enhanced it beautifully.

        "Mm! This is great, Sir! You're quite the fry cook," you complimented. "Well... I am not that good," Meta Knight replied, seeming bashful, "after all, it is just an egg." "Oh, don't be so humble! If I must say - you make a rather exquisite breakfast, Sir Meta Knight," you spoke earnestly. The knight chuckled a little at your playful overemphasis, "Well, I am glad you think so."

        The two of you ate in silence. As with last night, Meta Knight would lift his mask up only slightly to eat his forkfuls.

                "I see you have found your Doomblade," the knight mentioned, catching sight of your blade's hilt protruding from its scabbard. "Oh, yeah! I did!" you beamed. You took a brief glance over your shoulder to admire the cobalt-blue gem embedded within its golden frame before elaborating, "I saw it on the coffee table when I woke up." "Ah yes, Heavy Knight had it delivered last night," Meta Knight added, "but you were resting."

        After a short while, Meta Knight got up from his seat, leaving his half-finished breakfast on the table. "Would you care for a cup of tea?" he offered kindly. "Oh, that sounds lovely! I think I will have one, Sir," you responded happily.

        Meta Knight once again made his way to his kitchen to fill up a large, aubergine-coloured gooseneck kettle at his kitchen sink. He went to place the kettle upon the heating element which rested upon the counter, just beside the stovetop. You took note of the massive 4-slice toaster of the same colour as the kettle that was placed just to the right of it. The violent bubbling of boiling water sounded from within the kettle as Meta Knight switched on the heating element. Preparing two sizeable, glass teacups and saucers for you and himself upon the kitchen island, he uttered, "Regarding last night... I spoke with Jamar."

        "You did?" you questioned as you took another bite of your toast, getting a taste of the runny egg yolk which had spilled out onto the plate. "Indeed," Meta Knight assured, "I am certain he will not bother you again."

        You furrowed your brow in worry, wondering what Meta Knight could have possibly said to deter the fearsome and hard-hearted Metaphyte. "You know, Sir, you don't have to come to my defense," you expressed, "I'm sure Jamar was just trying to protect you." A sigh escaped the swordsman's throat as he went to pick out two tea bags from one of the many drawers beneath the countertop. "I understand that. However, I am a knight, and as such, it is my duty to tend to the innocent."

        As the sound of the boiling water came to a gradual halt, you watched as Meta Knight removed the kettle from the heating element and carried it to the kitchen island in order to pour its contents into yours and his teacups. As the hot water splashed gently into the glass cups, it began to change into a soothing, crystalline pink as it filtered through the tea bags. "Ooh, wow! What kind of tea is that?" you enquired. You have never seen a type of tea such as this one before; you were confounded by its pretty colour. "A speciality on Planet Pop Star - we call it Heartbeat Tea," Meta Knight explained, "it is made by grinding up the dried petals of an elegant rose, the seeds of the energising Stamelon and the dried leaves of the refreshing Ripple Flower. What it needs now is a dash of sweet honey."

        Meta Knight rummaged through one of the cupboards beneath the countertop to his right, and pulled out a white honey jar with a big, arctic-blue stripe painted around it and a honey dipper sticking out of the top. He placed the jar beside the teacups, removing the lid and fishing out the honey dipper. He drizzled a bit of the golden honey into each cup, and stirred them gently with a teaspoon. "And for the finishing touch," the knight declared, grabbing a spice jar from one of his drawers, "a smidgen of Duplexin." The small jar was filled with dried up particles that varied in shades of red and blue, which had you fascinated. "Duplexin?"

        "It is a somewhat rare herb," Meta Knight elaborated as he added a touch of Duplexin to each cup of tea, "it grows between the extremes of the wintry tundra known as Echo's Edge and the volcanic badlands known as Nature's Navel. Cultivating it is quite the challenge." "I can imagine," you laughed.

        With that, Meta Knight ambled back over to the table, holding the two cups of Heartbeat Tea by their saucers. "I am sure you will enjoy this," he spoke as he served you your cup and returned to his seat with the other. Enamoured with the delicate display and the pleasing aroma of the Heartbeat Tea, you eagerly picked up your teacup and took a sip.

        "Oh, amazing!" you gushed. In an instant, the tea had you feeling rather refreshed and energised. The sweetness of the honey amplified its natural flavours significantly, and the Duplexin atop the surface of the pink drink gave it a slightly tingly aftertaste. "It is, is it not?" the knight questioned rhetorically as he took a swig from his tea.

        "You truly are a gentleman, Sir Meta Knight," you blurted out. Meta Knight paused, gently placing his teacup back onto his saucer. As you realised that your words could have very easily been misinterpreted as possible flirtation, your face turned red as you fumbled for words. "I-I didn't mean that in a... uh..." You trailed off, awkwardly sipping at your hot drink. It was then that the swordsman sitting opposite you let out a jovial chuckle in response. "Do not worry about it, _______," he reassured as he raised up a forkful of his egg on toast, "you are not the only one to say that about me."

        You emitted a nervous laugh as you returned to your meal, finishing the last bite of your toast. Your gaze then drifted towards the tomato salad on the side, and you decided to have a mouthful. It tasted exactly how you would expect - the freshness of the Stargette paired beautifully with the tartness of the tomato, and the lettuce leaves added to its crispness. As you gulped down the salad, your eyes snapped open as you felt a sudden spark of vitality from within. It was a surreal sensation, like a surge of magical energy was flowing through your veins. "Wha... what is this... feeling?" you uttered.

        "Ah, that would be the Maxim Tomato," Meta Knight answered, "it is known to have miraculous revitalising qualities." "Y-you mean that giant tomato?" "Indeed." "Wow," you breathed, "the tomatoes back on Earth certainly didn't have this effect!" The knight chuckled, "Any good employee needs a healthy, balanced diet to help maintain energy of the body and mind."

        Soon enough, your plate and teacup had been emptied of their contents. Meta Knight took his last bite as well, and set his knife and fork back down on his plate.

        "That was an excellent breakfast, Sir Meta Knight. Thank you," you spoke frankly. "Ah, you are most welcome, _______," the swordsman replied gracefully as he stood up from his chair to collect the used dishes and cutlery. As you watched him carry them to his kitchen sink, you couldn't help but reflect on all of Meta Knight's generous deeds so far.

        Firstly, there was his offer to escort you back to your home planet, which was unbelievable all on its own. Then, he had taken you to his tremendous battleship with a sizeable army at his command, where he invited you to join a marvelous feast amongst his crew - not before giving you a temporary job as a housekeeper. Now here you were, having been served a filling breakfast and a cup of hot tea in his own living quarters, after he allowed you to sleep there for the night. Indeed, Meta Knight was nothing short of a gentleman.

        It was then that your mind slowly began to drift towards other qualities of his which you found to be admirable. Not only was he chivalrous, but also quite enigmatic, to say the least. He carried himself with an authoritative presence which simultaneously intimidated and intrigued you, and you had to admit - you rather enjoyed listening to the sound of Meta Knight's voice. It was guttural and resonant, the occasional trills of his Spanish-sounding accent stimulating your eardrums with every utterance. It further emphasised his powerful aura, making him seem much more alluring than you had previously thought.

        You shook away your thoughts as Meta Knight returned to the table empty-handed. He sat back down in his chair, clasping his hands together and resting them on the table in a serious manner. "Let us talk business."

        "Oh, y-yes, Sir," you spoke hesitantly.

                "Now, I am sure that you recall our tour yesterday was... cut short," the knight began. You nodded in response. He continued, "And seeing this is to be your first day on the job, I have decided to assign you a guide." "A guide?" "Yes, _______ - you will need somebody to assist you. I would accompany you myself, but... I have a busy schedule ahead of me. I am sure you can understand."

        "Oh, alright... but what is it that you do on the Halberd, exactly?" you enquired. "I have many responsibilities," Meta Knight explained, "such as keeping track of my staff and inventory; making plans for any future business trips; there is that ongoing repayment to Mekkai Construction Incorporated that I need to keep on top of... and I must be sure to stay ever vigilant." "That sounds hard," you commented, "I don't think I would be able to take care of such a large battleship as well as you can." "Well... in my years of experience, I would say I have grown accustomed to my organised lifestyle."

        At that moment, Meta Knight got up from his seat once again. "Come, _______, we will discuss further details of your employment in my office," he spoke. He proceeded towards the living room, approaching the door to his headquarters. You clumsily climbed out of your chair to follow him. Meta Knight glanced up at you with an intent look.

        "I hope you are prepared, _______, for your first day is about to commence."

~~~

Last night

Meta Knight let out a sigh of relief as he closed the door.

        "What a day," he mumbled to himself as he approached his desk. He certainly wasn't expecting the chance encounter he had with the human from Planet Shiver Star. Still, they seemed nice enough, and he couldn't resist the opportunity for an escort mission. After all, it had been quite some time since his services were required.

        Meta Knight got comfortable in his leather office chair and stared down at his stacks of paperwork, lost in thought. He could sense that there was something the human was not telling, and it irked him. He knew very well that whatever it was, it must have had something to do with the red sword that was in the human's possession. A man gave it to them, that much he was aware of - as well as the weapon in question being called the 'Doomblade'. In fact, the Doomblade's appearance very much reminded him of his own sacred sword, Galaxia.

        Galaxia was the iconic blade with which Meta Knight had a long and proud history, and he cherished it deeply. It was an ancient weapon of unknown origin, obtained somewhere deep within the underground, labyrinthine ruins of the Grand Caverns. It granted unto its user incredible power and, many years ago, was only spoken of in legend. Some time after the incident at the Fountain of Dreams, Meta Knight had embarked on a solo quest for the magical, golden blade guarded by the colossal Wham-Bam Rock as a test of his strength and wit. Ever since then, obtaining Galaxia had become synonymous with some of Meta Knight's most celebrated feats.

        Just then, a forceful knock on the door interrupted his musings. He looked up from his desk, and cleared his throat.

                "You may enter," uttered Meta Knight.

                        The door creaked open to reveal that on the other side was none other than the commanding officer, Jamar. He had a stern temperament, without a doubt. He marched up to the warrior's desk, his habitual, conspicuous scowl plastered on his face. "Ah, Jamar," Meta Knight spoke, looking down at the Metaphyte, "greetings."

        "My Lord, I come to you regarding the presence of the... human," Jamar declared, sounding reluctant.

                "Ah, yes," the swordsman responded, "the matter of the human, _______."

                        It was then that Meta Knight's demeanour immediately changed from a warm, attentive gaze to a frightening, stone-hearted stare. "Listen, Jamar," he uttered coldly.

        Jamar flinched, having been caught off guard.

                "I am sure you understand that I am not one to tolerate any... verbal attacks... inflicted upon my guests," the knight continued. He could not forget the way in which Jamar had conducted himself around the new addition to Battleship Halberd's crew.

        "M-my Lord," Jamar faltered, struggling to regain his composure, "do you not think that there is anything... suspect about that human?"

                "It is not in your place to question your superior, Jamar," the stoic Meta Knight responded as he glared at his subordinate with piercing eyes, "I will have you know that _______ is a respectful individual, and I expect you to treat them with the same level of respect as any crew member." "B-but-" "Enough questions, Jamar." "M-my Lord, please," the Metaphyte begged, "I am only trying to warn you - have you forgotten what happened with Magolor?"

        Meta Knight raised an eyebrow at this. He recalled when the great starship, Lor Starcutter, came crashing into Planet Pop Star from another dimension. He had ventured there with Kirby, King Dedede and Bandana Waddle Dee to discover Magolor, an egg-shaped extraterrestrial with pointy ears, clothed in blue and white garments with yellow accents and a gear motif. He was alone, and appeared upset. The Lor Starcutter had been broken apart during the crash, leaving its parts scattered across the planet. Meta Knight, seeing Magolor's apparent despair, decided to venture out with his friends to recover the lost pieces of the Lor Starcutter. Together, they traversed the deep forests of Cookie Country; braved the harsh deserts of Raisin Ruins; swam through the underwater depths of Onion Ocean; endured the icy winds of White Wafers, and lastly, they climbed the tall, abandoned towers of Nutty Noon to recover the final part. As thanks for their services in reassembling the extra-dimensional starship, Magolor offered to take Kirby, Meta Knight and friends to his home planet, Halcandra, which was located somewhere in the very dimension from which the Lor Starcutter had arrived. They happily accepted - however, as they approached Halcandra, the Lor Starcutter was shot down by the four-headed dragon, Landia. Magolor had led the team of heroes to believe that defeating Landia would be for the good of Halcandra, but that couldn't have been further from the truth.

        "Magolor's betrayal was... unexpected," Meta Knight recounted. What Magolor had really wanted was the crown atop one of Landia's four heads - which, from what Meta Knight had gathered, was an ancient artefact of dark origin granting limitless power to its holder, which could only be countered by one with a heart of gold. When Magolor put on the crown, the darkness trapped within its golden lustre warped him into a deranged and all-powerful monster hell-bent on taking over the universe. He disappeared for a while after he was defeated with the help of Landia, but when he returned, he had somehow redeemed himself. Meta Knight was unsure as to what happened between Magolor's disappearance and return to make him seem more tolerable and even apologetic about what had occurred, but the swordsman couldn't bring himself to wholly trust those who put the entire universe in jeopardy.

        "M-my Lord," Jamar expressed, "all I am saying is that we have to be careful. What if this '_______' has ulterior motives?" "Just because there has been one instance of trickery in the past, does not mean that will happen now," Meta Knight argued, "you know the old saying: everyone is innocent until proven guilty."

        "Hmph," Jamar huffed, "I get the feeling that human will bring nothing but trouble."

                "You had better watch your tongue, Jamar," the knight snapped, "if you are not in agreement with this arrangement, you can say goodbye to your duties aboard the Halberd."

        Jamar's eyes widened in fear. "M-my Lord... y-you cannot possibly be considering the possibility of..."

                "Termination?" the warrior finished.

                        "But... my Lord..." the Metaphyte whimpered, distress evident in his voice, "w-without your acceptance and generosity, my tribe and I will have no place to go; we would be destitute..."

        What Jamar had said was true - some time ago, when the fortress of shadows known as Jambastion descended onto the planet and was subsequently detonated as a last-ditch attempt to destroy the pink intruder, Kirby, a number of surviving Jambelievers scrambled to find their way out of the wreckage, leaving them with nothing. It took the emergence of a lone, wounded Jammerjab to bring them all together, forming a wandering tribe of ex-Jambelievers. As luck would have it, the Jammerjab and his tribe found themselves deep within the ancient ruins of Sacred Square, where they encountered Sir Meta Knight and the great Battleship Halberd. Understanding their plight, Meta Knight offered to provide food and shelter to the tribe in exchange for their services aboard the battleship. The ex-Jambelievers rejoiced, doing what they could to please their new Lord. The leader of the tribe, who called himself Jamar, had since been wholeheartedly welcomed as a member of the Meta-Knights, attending their feasts and meetings, as well as becoming a seasoned warrior adept in staff combat. Indeed, Jamar's skills were valued amongst the crew - even Meta Knight himself was impressed with his skill and finesse.

        "Then, you will treat _______ with the utmost respect," Meta Knight pressured, "and perhaps, I will not throw you overboard."

                "I..." Jamar went speechless for a while. Ultimately, he let out a hesitant sigh. "I accept."

                        "Very good," the knight concluded, "you are free to go."

                                Meta Knight watched as Jamar, obviously a little shaken by the vexing exchange, turned to make his way towards the exit. As he reached for the door, however, it was suddenly opened by another crew member, catching Jamar by surprise.

        On the other side of the door was the burly figure that was Heavy Knight. "Oh, sorry," he expressed upon seeing the Metaphyte by the doorway. Jamar growled in annoyance, pushing Heavy Knight aside. "Out of my way," he spoke gruffly as he stomped past the blacksmith.

        "What's with him?" asked Heavy Knight as he entered Meta Knight's headquarters, closing the door behind him. "Jamar and I had a little talk," the swordsman replied simply. After a brief silence, the blacksmith enquired, "What did ya say?" "I said what I had to," Meta Knight answered, and, feeling somewhat tense, he made an effort to change the subject. "Anyhow, what is the purpose of your visit, Heavy Knight?"

        In response, Heavy Knight brought out the very sword that had captured Meta Knight's attention that afternoon, and set it down upon the table. The intricate, scarlet blade had a distinctive glow that put one in mind of a passionate flame, and the ornate, butterfly-shaped hilt had a golden glimmer that resembled that of a royal crown. "I thought you'd wanna take a look at this," Heavy Knight spoke. Meta Knight's gaze lingered on the blade for a while as he remained thoroughly fascinated by it. "Ah, the Doomblade... it is a peculiar weapon - please, do tell me of your findings," he instructed as he once again traced his gloved fingers across its spiky forte.

        "W-well, Sir - I'm not really sure what to make of it," the blacksmith explained, "I can't even identify the metal it's forged of." "Hm?" Meta Knight hummed with confusion; even the mystical Galaxia's blade was known to be made with an alloy of gold, cobalt and tungsten. "A-and... holdin' it feels sorta... strange," Heavy Knight added, "I can't quite explain it."

        "That is... odd," Meta Knight commented. Curious, he reached his hand out to grab the Doomblade by its handle.

                Suddenly, a bizarre and otherworldly feeling enveloped him. It emulated the sensation one would have if they sat close to a campfire, and in that moment, the Doomblade became almost burning to the touch. He dropped it in surprise, and the blade fell back onto the desk with a thump; something was most definitely amiss here.

        "I sense... a presence," the knight murmured.

                "A presence?" Heavy Knight repeated. "Indeed. My instinct tells me that the Doomblade is not of this dimension," Meta Knight thought aloud as he attempted to make sense of the situation, "but... who could have gifted such a weapon to _______? And... why?" The unknowing Heavy Knight simply shrugged at these questions. "Beats me."

        "Er... I appreciate your input, Heavy Knight," Meta Knight acknowledged as he glanced up at the blacksmith, "I shall return this to _______ immediately." "I'm sorry I couldn't be of help to ya, Lord Meta Knight," Heavy Knight uttered, appearing downcast. "It is alright. You did your best," the masked swordsman encouraged, "besides, I think we are dealing with something that is... beyond our understanding." "Do ya think _______ would know of its origin?" "Most likely," Meta Knight replied, absorbed in thought, "perhaps I will get an answer out of them another time. For now, however, I must tend to more important matters."

        "Sure thing," Heavy Knight spoke as he made his way back towards the door, "I'll, uh... I'll get outta your hair." "Very well. Goodnight," the caped warrior returned, and with that, the blacksmith exited the confines of Meta Knight's headquarters, leaving him to be alone with his thoughts.

        Meta Knight stood up from his chair and picked up the Doomblade, with one hand holding its hilt and the other supporting the blade, so as to not trigger the effects he had felt previously from clutching its grip. He then walked towards the door to his living quarters, being sure to open it quietly.

        "_______? _______, are you awake?" he whispered as he entered the living room. Upon receiving no answer, he walked around to the front of the sofa bed to spot the human snuggled up against the mattress, with their thick duvet draped over them and their head safely resting upon one of the fluffy pillows. They were inhaling and exhaling at a measured rate, confirming that they were indeed sleeping, and they looked rather content.

        Meta Knight felt himself smile a little at the sight.

                He took one last look at the Doomblade before carefully placing it atop the coffee table, then proceeded to his bedroom door.

                        "Sweet dreams, _______."

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"We have an emergency - I repeat, we have an emergency! This is not a drill! An unidentified life form has been sighted wreaking havoc aboard the S.N.E.S! All passengers are advised to remain calm and seek shelter immediately!"

        "Initiating lockdown procedures."

                Zenith stepped forth into the blackened corridors of the human-inhabited Superior Nebula Enterprise Starship, a bead of sweat dripping down his pale complexion. His caramel-brown eyes widened with sheer dread as he shakily reached for the Light Zapper that was strapped to his belt.

        "Why the hell did I ever think this was a good idea?" he questioned himself, bringing up his weapon as he patrolled the hull of the starship, his steps becoming increasingly hesitant as the seconds passed.

        Zenith Orbis was well-known by his peers as a man of action. When the great S.N.E.S lifted from the surface of Planet Earth, he had taken great care in assuring each and every individual's safety aboard the ship. Zenith had since taken up the mantle of Security Officer amongst the S.N.E.S's large crew, but it never crossed his mind that his role would eventually involve having to defend the ship from an otherworldly threat.

        When the ship was forced into lockdown as a result of the disturbance detected by the staff stationed at the cockpit, Zenith was sent out alone to survey the situation and report back. To ensure his own safety, he had slipped into the S.N.E.S Spacesuit that was provided to him. It comprised a tight-fitting, gunmetal-grey spandex outfit with bright, red lining and the starship's acronym printed onto its chest in bold, italic letters; a pair of heavy boots that provided comfortable insulation and protection from the elements; a pair of insulating rubber gloves, and last but certainly not least was an emergency oxygen tank connected to a round and sturdy space helmet for use in the event of a rapid decompression. The boots, gloves, tank and helmet were all a light grey. The signature colour palette of this essential gear matched that of the Light Zapper currently being held within Zenith's trembling hands. The Light Zapper itself was modelled after a distinctive, vintage video game peripheral, and it had the ability to fire small laser beams from its rectangular lens. The fact that it didn't need to be reloaded so often made it a very reliable weapon, despite it being somewhat lacking in power compared to the heavier, two-handed Super Scope.

        Suddenly, a loud scraping of metal echoed throughout the corridor.

                "H-hello?" Zenith stammered out, pointing his Light Zapper directly ahead of him on instinct.

                        As he crept quietly through the narrow passageway, Zenith stumbled upon an unusual sight. He could make out what looked to be a cluster of huge, gaping claw marks that had torn right through the internal walls. Zenith tentatively approached them for a closer inspection. What little was left of his bravery soon faded as he noticed that the torn edges of the gouges in the walls appeared to have been melted in places. It was clear that the mysterious creature utterly ravaging the ship's interior was terrifyingly powerful in nature, and was not to be meddled with.

        "Officer Orbis, do you read?" a staticky, feminine voice sounded from the radio within Zenith's helmet.

                "I-I read you loud and clear, Rhea," the security officer responded, uncertainty in his voice. "What's your status?" the voice of the bridge staff member, Rhea Emberly, enquired through the helmet's speakers. "I... I heard a noise. Like scraping metal," Zenith explained, "and now... I see nothing but molten claw marks on the walls." "D-did you just say... molten?" "Yeah... like a blowtorch burned right through." "Right... I'll let Captain Garyn know. I'll see if he can send over some backup," Rhea assured.

        "Thanks, Rhea," Zenith spoke sincerely, having been given a slight morale boost, "I'll keep going. I'll let you know if I see anything."

                "Be careful, Zenith," Rhea implored.

                        Zenith paused in thought. He was indeed afraid to advance any further beyond the burning claw marks, but he held too much respect for humanity and himself to allow such a potentially dangerous monster to endanger the passengers aboard the S.N.E.S. "I will," he promised, turning off his radio as he continued his patrol across the hallway.

        Suddenly, a flash of blue flame came into view, and from the darkness, a torn chunk of metal was hurled towards the security officer with exceeding force. "Woah!" Zenith yelped as he ducked out of the way with little time to react. Shortly thereafter, he heard a voice emitting from somewhere near the end of the corridor.

        "You cannot hide from me forever!"

                It was a growly and cruel voice which could instill fear within the hearts of many. "Capable of speech... so it's an intelligent life form..." the officer whispered to himself, collecting his thoughts. Though, he was uncertain as to whether the creature was addressing him or not.

        As Zenith ventured further into the darkness, he could overhear the wrathful creature muttering to itself through the walls.

                "Gah! If only this damned human starship wasn't such a bloody maze. To think that by now I could have fled with the Doomblade in hand! Foolish Morpho Knight! FOOLISH, I SAY! Do you really think you can prevent ME from reclaiming what was once mine? PATHETIC!"

        A large, clawed hand suddenly burst through the interior of the ship, catching Zenith by surprise as the hand appeared to be composed entirely of blazing, blue fire. "W-what the...?" he stuttered, watching on in horror as the wall was torn asunder by the pair of flaming hands, liquefying parts of the metal in the process.

        Emerging from the gaping hole in the wall was a round creature which appeared to hover in the air. It had maroon skin and donned a set of vivid, black armour. Its helmet displayed a vicious-looking, X-shaped visor concealing all but its glowing, crimson eyes, and was covered in ocean-blue markings made up of four triangular, spiral patterns, two of which merged into a pair of imposing, curved horns resembling comet trails. Two additional boomerang-shaped markings could be seen just beneath the visor. It wore a pair of layered pauldrons with deep-red rims and a pair of sabatons, both of which had dark red tips. Its fiery hands were connected to a vast, blue flame erupting from the creature's back. All of these elements came together to create the image of a creature so frightening, that one could only assume it to have originated in the deepest pits of hell.

        Zenith stood, utterly petrified in the presence of the creature. In a brief panic, he aimed his Light Zapper at the creature, his arms visibly shaking. "W-what... what are you...?" he inquired, his courage disappearing completely.

        The creature promptly turned to lock eyes with the quivering officer. "Who wants to know?"

                "Uh... Z-Zenith Orbis - Security Officer," Zenith responded. The creature shifted its eyes downwards, examining the Light Zapper in the officer's grip. "Do you really intend to shoot me with such a... feeble weapon?" it questioned, seeming amused. Zenith glanced down at the object, then back up at the creature. "Um... no?"

        "Hmph. Don't make me laugh," the creature spoke as it drew closer, dragging its massive, fiery claws across the wall as it did so. Zenith kept his aim fixed at the monster as it approached. The blistering flame on its back burned with rage as it appeared to completely engulf the creature's surroundings.

        "Humans... such primitive creatures," it uttered, its voice cold and callous. "I could end your life right where you stand, and I would feel not one bit of remorse."

        Zenith stared into the glaring eyes of the unfeeling creature, trembling at its words.

                "However, I have no interest in doing so," it finished.

                        The security officer let out a shaky sigh of relief in response to the creature's show of restraint. The creature hovered past Zenith's figure, its vast, blue flame trailing behind it. After a brief spell of silence, it turned back to face him, its red eyes gleaming with fury, "You asked for my name, correct?"

        Zenith was at a loss for words, so he meekly nodded, to which the creature replied, "Very well." It placed a blazing hand upon its chest, gesturing to itself in a proud manner.

        "I am known as Xyzo Knight - Lord of the Underworld."

                "Xy... zo?" Zenith repeated.

                        In an instant, Xyzo Knight got up close and personal to the terrified human, scrutinising him. "You," it uttered, pointing one of its long, fiery claws directly at Zenith's visor, "you can help me." "Ah... h-help you with what?" questioned Zenith. "You're an officer here. You know your way around this place." Xyzo Knight recalled. The security officer gave the invader a confused look. "Yeah...?" "Then you can take me to the Flower." "Uh... 'Flower'?" "Yes! The Flower! Are you deaf? I need you to take me to the Flower!"

        "I-I dunno how a flower could be important, but..." Zenith spoke, bewildered by Xyzo Knight's seemingly bizarre motive, "w-we have a grow lab nearby. I could take you there if-"

        "NONSENSE!" Xyzo Knight roared, causing Zenith to flinch. "I speak of a human, not a plant, you halfwit!"

                "A-a human? Ah... I-I'm afraid I don't recall ever seeing a human by the name of 'Flower'..." Zenith admitted, "you wouldn't happen to have the wrong starship by chance, would you?"

        "DAMN IT!" Xyzo Knight cursed, slamming its flaming fist against the wall and punching a hole right through the metal.

                "I've travelled thousands of light-years! I've searched countless planets! Countless starships! And this is how the universe repays me?!" it shouted, tearing out chunks from the walls and tossing them aside in a fit of uncontrollable anger. Zenith took a step back, unnerved by the creature's seething rage.

        Xyzo Knight put a hand to its head, panting heavily as it attempted to recover from its outrage. "Of course," it realised, "the human was never actually referred to by its real name... 'Flower' was but a term of endearment. So, they may still be here after all... hmm..." Xyzo Knight stole a brief glance at Zenith's unsettled form, before turning away as it muttered to itself, "Then... I shall have to change tactics." The creature neared the security officer once more, pointing at him a second time. "You. I demand you take me to your leader."

        "H-hold on a minute!" Zenith interjected, having regained some of his courage. He stood firm with his Light Zapper at the ready, fully prepared for a confrontation. "Just what are your plans with the human you seek?"

        "Why does that matter?" Xyzo Knight questioned impatiently. "Come on, I am in a hurry."

                "I... I can't allow for a single human to be hurt," the officer declared, "not on my watch." "Is that so?" Xyzo Knight challenged, an evil glint in its eye. Zenith raised his Light Zapper, his finger hovering over the trigger. "I will not obey your commands until you confirm that no individuals aboard the ship will be harmed," he spoke firmly.

        "The human possesses something that belongs to me. I am here to retrieve it," Xyzo Knight explained.

                "And what exactly is it that you are after?" the officer interrogated, to which Xyzo Knight elaborated, "I seek a red sword. It was stolen from me long ago, and it was given to a human of all things." "And you promise that once you retrieve this sword, you'll leave us all unharmed?" "Yes, yes. Now hurry up - the sooner we meet with your leader, the better." "Right," Zenith replied sceptically as he lowered his aim.

        As Zenith trod back through the corridor with Xyzo Knight in tow, he decided that he would report back to his friend on the bridge with his discovery. He switched on his radio and spoke, "Rhea? Rhea, do you copy?" "Zenith! I mean... Officer Orbis, I'm relieved to hear that you're safe," the familiar voice of Rhea quickly responded through the crackling of the radio. "What's your situation?" "I've managed to subdue the creature," Zenith replied. "It's an intelligent life form, so I was able to maintain communication with it. Though, it had a bit of a temper." "Oh, really? That's astonishing!" Rhea gasped. "The creature calls itself... Xylo Knight, I think?" Zenith added, before Xyzo Knight swiftly corrected him. "It's Xyzo Knight! Xyzo!" "Alright, jeez..."

        "Is that him?" Rhea questioned, having heard Xyzo Knight's dark voice through the microphone on the officer's helmet. "Yeah, that's him," Zenith answered, "he wishes to speak with Captain Garyn regarding his intentions." "Understood - I'll inform him about this development," Rhea confirmed. "Oh, and Zenith - we sent Otto your way earlier to check if you needed any help, so, uh..." "Alright, Rhea," Zenith responded, "I'll look out for him on the way." "Okay," Rhea returned, "I'll see you later, Zenith. Be safe." "You too," the officer returned before turning off his radio once again.

        "I'm pretty sure she likes me," Zenith thought aloud, his voice confident, "though, knowing Garyn, he probably wouldn't let us... you know, hang out." Xyzo Knight turned to look at the officer with a deadpan stare. "Pathetic human. You don't realise just how much I don't care about your petty relationships. All I care about is retrieving the Doomblade and getting the hell out of here."

        As Zenith and Xyzo Knight traversed the S.N.E.S - which was still in its lockdown phase - a series of rapid and heavy footsteps sounded from the end of the hallway. Accompanying the footsteps was another voice.

        "I'm comin', Zenith!"

                Rushing down the corridor was a second officer with a taller and more muscular build than Zenith's. In his hands was the larger, two-handed variant of the Light Zapper, known as the Super Scope. Zenith squinted, trying to discern who it was. "...Otto?"

        The officer, Otto Cordero, came bounding over, aiming his firearm at the creature cloaked in flame. "I'll protect the S.N.E.S from that wretched beast!" he declared. "Otto, wait!" Zenith panicked, but he was unable to get a word in before the other security officer fired a cluster of plasma bullets from the barrel of his Super Scope, sending them speeding towards the infernal invader.

        Xyzo Knight's red eyes blazed with a brief, intense luminosity. It held up its hand, and a vicious polearm manifested within its fiery grip. The crimson head of the weapon resembled that of a halberd's, only its beak had been replaced with the terrifying, elongated blade of a scythe. Across the bottom of the scythe's blade were four sharp protrusions mirroring a set of shark's teeth, and embedded within the top of the blade was a turquoise, oval-shaped gemstone. On the other end of the weapon's maroon-tinged staff was another crimson-red attachment that put one in mind of a fish hook.

        In a flash, the black-armoured fiend swung its polearm at the incoming projectiles with blinding speed, vaporising them all in an instant.

                Zenith gaped in shock and awe not only at Xyzo Knight's instinctive response to the attack, but also the otherworldly being's ability to materialise such a forbidding weapon seemingly from thin air. Otto lowered his Super Scope, clearly dumbstruck at the creature's display of raw power. "Woah," he uttered simply.

        The flame on Xyzo Knight's back grew with rage as it dashed forth in a blazing trail, its free hand outstretched. Before Otto could react, the demon had pinned him against the wall, holding him up by his helmet. "You shouldn't have done that," the monster growled, staring maliciously into the man's frantic, forest-green eyes though his visor. "I-I'm sorry," Otto pleaded, visibly shaking with fear, "please, s-surely we can work something out? A-at least show some mercy?"

        The creature raised its scythe, the weapon's barbed edge hovering over Otto's neck. "It is too late for mercy." "N-no, please!" Otto cried as Xyzo Knight brought up its scythe with an intent to decapitate him.

        Zenith watched on in horror as the demon swung down its weapon. He closed his eyes, anticipating the bloodshed.

                "On second thought," the creature uttered suddenly.

                        Zenith reopened his eyes to see that Xyzo Knight's scythe had come to a halt just inches away from Otto's head. "A widespread panic is the last thing I need right now," the demon continued.

        At that moment, the scythe in its hand disappeared in a blue blaze. "Very well," Xyzo Knight spoke as it dropped the shaken security officer to the ground. "Consider this a warning."

        Otto struggled to stand up as he attempted to recover from his sheer fright. "Oh, thank God..." he uttered, relieved that his life had been spared. He glanced down at the floor and picked up his Super Scope, having lost its grip when he was violently shoved into the wall moments ago.

        Zenith couldn't believe what had just occurred. He rushed over to Otto's trembling form, equally as relieved to see that his friend was still alive. "Otto! Are... you alright?" he queried, helping his fellow officer back to his feet. "Yeah," Otto breathed, "I-I'm fine."

        The two officers looked up at Xyzo Knight, who was scowling menacingly at them. "Who... who is that guy?" asked Otto, his nerves shot due to the harrowing experience which had occurred just previously. "He calls himself Xyzo Knight. He's like a demon or something," Zenith explained, "and he's on the hunt for a MacGuffin." "Er... what kind of MacGuffin?" "Some kind of sword. He calls it the Doomblade." "Ha! A sword?" Otto chuckled, "nobody uses them anymore!"

        "Shut your mouth," Xyzo Knight interjected, "the Doomblade is immensely powerful. With it, I ruled over the afterlife with an iron fist. Everything was... perfect..."

        Just then, Xyzo Knight punched yet another molten hole into the wall. "UNTIL THAT WRETCHED BUTTERFLY STOLE IT FROM ME!" it bellowed, causing both of the officers to flinch. The demon continued, "And just when I was seconds away from reclaiming it... the butterfly had passed it onto a human! On top of all that, in a cruel twist of fate... the human managed to figure out its teleportation ability. They could be anywhere in the universe! However, my superior intellect tells me that the human resides somewhere within this very starship. I assume they would want to be close to their own kind - after they were left stranded for so long. And so, that is why I have come here."

        The demon approached Otto, its eyes burning with fierce determination. "And I will not be leaving without that sword. Understand?"

                Otto nodded, stammering, "Y-yep, I hear you."

                        "Wait, what's all this about the human being left stranded?" Zenith intervened. "Oh, you didn't know?" Xyzo Knight spoke. A dark chuckle escaped the demon's throat. "You humans are such negligent creatures - leaving a poor, defenseless member of your species out in the cold like that. You should be ashamed."

        Zenith paused. The very thought of a lone human apparently being left for dead on Planet Earth worried him terribly. "No... no, that can't be true," he whispered. He looked down at his hands as an immense feeling of dread washed over him. "Y-you're lying," Zenith persisted, "the Nebula Federation wouldn't have left anyone behind!"

        Xyzo Knight laughed. "Puny mortal. I do hate to burst your bubble, but I speak the truth," it uttered. "Oh, how they wept! Oh, how they cried!" the demon sang. "Oh, how they suffered!"

        "Oh my God," Zenith gasped, "they... they weren't supposed to board the S.N.E.S, were they?"

                The officer could only hope that he wasn't responsible for leaving even a single human to be stranded upon the shivering surface of Planet Earth, as he had been there to safely board each passenger back when the S.N.E.S was scheduled for takeoff. At the time, Zenith was certain that none of his passengers were left behind - but now, he had his doubts.

        "Zenith," Otto spoke, placing his hand upon his fellow officer's shoulder, "I wouldn't worry about it." Zenith turned to face him, "No! I... I have to know." "Listen, Zeni-" Zenith interrupted Otto, his voice firm as he proclaimed, "When I joined the Nebula Federation, I vowed that no human would ever have to suffer as a result of my own actions. I need to find out."

        Otto lowered his hand, watching as Zenith walked past him with Xyzo Knight following close behind. "Where are you goin'?" he asked. Zenith turned once more to address the other officer, "I'm going to the bridge - to meet with Captain Garyn. Xyzo Knight wants to speak with him as well."

        "Alright," Otto responded, "hold up, I'm comin' with you."

~~~

Planet Pop Star, present-day

"Now, _______ - let us discuss your duties for today," Meta Knight uttered as you took your seat upon the oaken stool that stood ahead of his desk. You gave a small nod, timid but keen to listen. "I will not give you much, as it is only your first day," the knight admitted, "so I have put you down for laundry duty - specifically on the tenth floor, which is just below us. It is where most of my crew reside."

        "Laundry?" you questioned. "On just one floor?" "Indeed," Meta Knight confirmed, "you would not want to handle the laundry on every floor, would you?" "I suppose not," you laughed. "Besides," the warrior added, "I am sure that a few of my knights may require some of your assistance with the odd job here and there."

        Interrupting your conversation with Sir Meta Knight was a knock on the door. "Ah, that should be your guide," the knight guessed. "Would you please open the door for him, _______?" "Yes, Sir," you spoke, obeying your leader's request as you hopped down from your stool and approached the door. You pulled it open, curious to find out who Meta Knight had assigned to help you navigate Battleship Halberd.

        "Greetings, Noble _______!" exclaimed a familiar face outfitted in his signature, grey hazmat suit and gold-rimmed safety goggles.

                "Professor?" you gasped. "You're my guide?" "Indeed I am," spoke the professor as he adjusted his goggles. "When his Lordship presented me with the idea of becoming your mentor for the day, I couldn't be happier to take up the opportunity!"

        "Professor Thermidor, could you come here for a moment?" Meta Knight requested from his executive desk. "As you wish, your Lordship," spoke the professor. He did as he was asked, happily approaching the space in front of his Lord's desk. "Now - regarding your mentorship, Professor," Meta Knight began, "I expect you to ensure _______'s absolute safety at all times, and to provide them with guidance, should they encounter any difficulties." "You can count on me, your Lordship!" Thermidor asserted, saluting his boss in a formal manner.

        Meta Knight climbed out of his seat, resting his palm upon the edge of his desk and addressing you directly. "Before you go, _______, allow me to quickly fetch you a laundry cart from my supply closet." he spoke as he made his way over to one of two doors on the right-hand side of his headquarters. He opened the door at the farthest end of the wall, and entered. You could hear the clattering sounds of the supply closet as Meta Knight rummaged through it, until he pulled out a large, canvas laundry cart with a sturdy, metal frame. "Here we are," the knight uttered, wheeling the cart over to you.

        "The laundromat is on the eighth floor," Meta Knight informed, "Professor Thermidor will take you there once you have finished collecting today's laundry. Will that be alright?" "Sure," you replied, eagerly accepting the cart, "but what should I do once I've finished, Sir?"

        Meta Knight hummed in thought. "Well, I assume you will have completed your duties by lunchtime," he estimated, "there will be a notification through the speakers when the canteen begins serving. Again, Professor Thermidor will show you the way."

        "Okay, Sir! I won't let you down," you declared. Professor Thermidor caught up with you. "Come along, _______ - we have much to do!" he urged as he hurried past the doorway.

        Just as you were about to follow the scientist, Meta Knight stopped you. "Wait," he uttered as he gently tugged at the hem of your sleeve. The sudden action caught you off guard, and you turned to Meta Knight with concern etched upon your face. "My apologies," the knight spoke, his voice tinged with regret, "I had not finished. I was going to say that... if you are uncomfortable at all with eating in the canteen, I wouldn't mind if you dropped by my headquarters for lunch."

        "Oh," you giggled, pleasantly surprised by the knight's invitation. Having a casual, quiet lunch with such an esteemed warrior seemed like a very appealing idea, as opposed to eating in a packed canteen full of unfamiliar faces. As you pictured the scene in your mind, you couldn't help but think about how intimate the setting would be. The thought of sitting across from the mysterious and alluring swordsman, eating and having casual conversation with him, had your cheeks flushing and your heart skipping a beat. "That certainly is an... enticing offer, Sir Meta Knight."

        "So, should I expect you this afternoon?" Meta Knight questioned, almost teasingly. "Um..." you stammered, "I'll think about it."

                A deep, rumbling chuckle escaped the knight's throat. "I shall see you later, _______," he uttered, "I am looking forward to our time together." Meta Knight's words gave you pause as you were suddenly reminded of a certain red butterfly.

        You furrowed your brow as the image of the armoured butterfly flashed in your mind. They were standing there, in Meta Knight's place. You instinctively reached for the Doomblade, gently caressing its grip. "You really are... just like him," you whispered, a bittersweet smile forming on your lips.

        "Like... who?" asked Meta Knight, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. You turned, not wishing to speak of the matter any further. "I'll see you at lunch, Sir," you uttered plainly as you walked through the open door.

        "Yes..." you heard the knight reply, "I will see you then."

~~~

Meta Knight was left feeling thoroughly confused as the human shut the door behind them, their eyes glistening with tears.

        "Who is this... 'him'?" the swordsman asked himself. He wandered back over to his desk and sat down on his leather office chair once again, racking his brain for a possible answer to this mystery. "The way they caress their sword as if it were a loved one..." he thought aloud, "then... perhaps _______ was referring to the giver of the Doomblade. And if this is the case... the two must be very close. Of course, this does not answer the question of who this mysterious giver is. Hm..."

        For some time, Meta Knight couldn't help but contemplate how distressed the human seemed. In hindsight, he wished that there was some way to help them. After all, he felt that it was his duty as a knight to do so. Although, the human seemed oddly unwilling to open up. In a way, they reminded Meta Knight of his younger self.

        The warrior recalled when he was first sent to Planet Pop Star. He had been assigned there by the council on his home planet, which was inhabited by a society of knights who were known to send their mercenaries to all corners of the universe in order to preserve it. He remembered the very day he set foot on the planet of miracles. Everything was so bright and colourful; it was almost overwhelming to the senses. The natives' lazy lifestyle perplexed him, as surely such a richly resourced planet was ripe with opportunities for adventure. Back then, he was cold and distant, wishing to separate himself from such nonsense.

        As time flew by, Meta Knight found new purpose in maintaining his battleship and travelling alongside his loyal crew, and he began to grow somewhat used to the easy-going atmosphere of Planet Pop Star. The friends he made on his many escapades showed him that perhaps it wasn't so bad to indulge in occasional luxuries, such as relaxing underneath a shady tree with a good book, or taking in the romantic view of the sunset over a breezy beach. Of course, he would still take action whenever trouble reared its ugly head, but now, Meta Knight couldn't resist the opportunity to take time for himself every now and again. He could now take a step back and focus on other things, knowing that Planet Pop Star was in good hands.

        So, with the planet under his new friend, Kirby's protection, Meta Knight had taken up reading as a personal hobby. He was endlessly captivated by stories of chivalry, adventure, war - and of course, love.

        Love - it was a value that was cherished amongst Meta Knight's kind, but the warrior in blue could not seem to grasp its importance in life. However, ever since he picked up his first of countless books, he was undoubtedly met with various depictions of it, and Meta Knight's view of what he first thought to be a simple, trivial matter began to change.

        With every book, Meta Knight was thrown into fantastical worlds where strong, daring knights would find true love as they ventured across the land. The knight and his beloved would brave harsh landscapes together, fight great evil together, and as their story came to a close, they would live in perfect harmony together. Meta Knight couldn't help but picture himself as one of these knights in shining armour, sweeping his beloved off their feet and leading a life of adventure with them. The younger Meta Knight would have shrugged at the idea, but the more experienced and understanding Meta Knight found himself excited by the thought of one day finding that special someone.

        Truthfully, Meta Knight was uncertain as to what was going through his mind when he invited the human to his headquarters for lunch.

                As he mused on the situation, the knight suddenly found himself tensing up as his heartbeat began to accelerate. "Hm? This... feeling," he muttered to himself. As he tapped his finger against his desk in irritation, he noticed that his armoured gloves were feeling unusually uncomfortable today. It felt almost like wearing a pair of wet socks on his hands. He sighed and reached for his left glove to pull it off and did the same with his right one, having had enough of the unpleasant sensation.

        Meta Knight looked down at his rounded, bare hands, each of which had four digits with spiral-shaped fingerprints at their tips. It appeared as though they were the source of the wet and sticky sensation that disrupted the comfort of the soft gloves that enveloped them. "Heightened heart rate...? Sweaty palms...?" the knight questioned. "But I have not yet performed my daily exercise. Unless..."

        Meta Knight let out a short gasp as he arrived at the only possible conclusion as to why he was feeling so strange all of a sudden.

                "Could it be that I am... nervous?"

~~~

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"Xyzo Knight, eh?"

        "Affirmative," Rhea confirmed, "from what I understand, he is rather short-tempered. He wishes to speak with you, Captain."

                Garyn was the experienced captain of the Superior Nebula Enterprise Starship. He had briefly taken off his helmet, revealing a man in his late 50s, with a fair complexion and chiselled features to go with his muscular build. He had a white faux hawk haircut, and a full, white beard was present on his face. His eyes were an icy blue, and he was known for the eyepatch he wore over his right one in order to conceal an injury he sustained some time ago. However, his obvious lack of depth perception didn't stop him from rising up the ranks to become a stern leader who was exceptionally skilled at giving orders. His uniform was similar to those worn by his crew, only the lining of his spandex outfit was a brilliant, royal blue instead of the usual bright red.

        "Very well," he uttered, turning to face his crew member with a serious expression, "I shall speak with this 'Xyzo Knight', but we must keep the ship in lockdown, lest we endanger any of our passengers." "Yes, Captain," Rhea responded, "he should be on his way to the bridge now. Zenith is bringing him." "I see," Garyn spoke, mentally preparing himself to meet with the otherworldly life form, "thank you, Rhea. You may return to your duties." "Yes, Captain."

        As Rhea made her way back to the computer station, the automatic sliding door of the cockpit suddenly opened, allowing Zenith to make his way through, alongside Otto. The two security officers were trembling slightly, and through their visors, Garyn was able to discern a rather traumatised look in their eyes. He sighed as he facepalmed, "Honestly - you two are such scaredy cats. Surely this 'Xyzo Knight' can't be that..."

        Garyn trailed off as the two security officers stepped aside, making way for the black-armoured fiend cloaked in blue flame. "...Terrifying," the starship captain finished. The demon approached the captain as it hovered above the floor, its fiery arms flickering with malice. Its blazing, red eyes glared menacingly at the captain as it began to speak.

        "Ah, you must be the leader," the demon uttered, its voice harsh and guttural.

                Garyn gulped as he attempted to mask his fear. "A-and you must be... Xyzo Knight." "In the flesh," Xyzo Knight returned.

                        The captain watched as the monster hovered past him, the flame on its back trailing behind. Rhea moved back in her chair as the creature drew closer, clearly alarmed by its frightening appearance. "I will make this short," Xyzo Knight spoke, addressing the captain, "I am here to retrieve my sword." "Your... sword?" Garyn repeated. "Yes. My sword - the Doomblade - is my prized possession. With it, I ruled over the Underworld with unparalleled power," Xyzo Knight claimed.

        "Th-the Underworld?!" Rhea exclaimed from her seat at the computer station, "Y-you mean... there really is an afterlife?" Xyzo Knight chuckled, "You humans have such a primitive understanding of the universe. You see - the Doomblade... is like a crown of sorts. It possesses incredible power, and it bestows its holder with the ability to command the spirits of the dead."

        "And... you believe this so-called 'Doomblade' to be on this ship?" Garyn questioned, sceptical about Xyzo Knight's story. The demon's eyes burned fiercely, and Garyn stared in shock as a great polearm materialised in its fiery hand in a blue blaze. The weapon appeared like a hybrid between a halberd and a scythe. The captain took a step back as his eyes drifted towards the serrated edge of the scythe's massive, curved blade.

        The demon lunged forth suddenly, pointing the tip of its crimson polearm directly at Garyn's neck. "I do not jest," Xyzo Knight uttered, an evil tone in its dark voice. "There is a human aboard this ship, who has my sword within their feeble grasp."

        "A-alright, I believe you," Garyn responded, faltering slightly, "just tell me what I have to do."

                Xyzo Knight retracted its weapon. "I need you to round up all of your passengers," it demanded. "That way, it will be easier to locate the human I seek. However, no-one can know of my presence."

        "Any reason why?" Rhea stammered from her work station. In a swift motion, Xyzo Knight turned to face the uneasy crew member. "Do not question me, mortal," it spoke, "I have my reasons."

        "Sorry to interrupt, Captain," spoke the voice of Zenith, who remained by the door with the visibly shaken Otto. Garyn groaned in annoyance, "Orbis, this is an urgent matter. Can't this wait?" "Captain, please," the security officer persisted, "it's regarding the human Xyzo Knight refers to." Garyn sighed, "Fine. Go on." "He... he told me how the human was left behind on Earth's surface," Zenith explained, worry pervading his voice.

        Garyn's eyes widened at this new piece of information. "How is that possible? And... if that is the case, wouldn't the human still be there?" he wondered. "Well, Xyzo Knight reckons that the human he's looking for... somehow teleported to the S.N.E.S with the Doomblade's power. I can't be sure, but... he seemed like he was telling the truth," Zenith answered. "Teleportation, huh?" the captain repeated. "Well, I suppose that could make sense, as nonsensical as is sounds."

        "Anyway," the officer added, "I just wanted to check the database - to make sure all of our passengers boarded safely." Garyn pondered this for while, before addressing his subordinate at the computer station. "Emberly, check the passengers' database. See if you can find any that were absent at the time of boarding - perhaps we can identify the holder of this so-called 'Doomblade'." "I'm on it," Rhea complied, typing away at the monitors in search of any oddities in the starship's data.

        Garyn returned his focus to the task at hand, facing Xyzo Knight once more to find its blazing eyes glaring back at him. "Well? Are you going to do as I say?" it questioned irritably, raising its scythe in a threatening gesture. "Or are you going to be executed?"

        Unnerved by the demon's hostile remark, Garyn ultimately gave in to its demands as he rushed over to the microphone at his desk, which was connected to a network of speakers that would relay his message to the starship's passengers.

        "Attention - this is your captain speaking. All passengers are to make their way into the meeting room immediately. Thank you."

~~~

Planet Pop Star, present-day

Knock knock.

        "Argh! Can't ye scurvy dogs leave a Cap'n to rest in peace?!"

                You and Professor Thermidor exchanged an awkward glance as you heard the voice of Captain Vul rumble from the other side of the door, which had a small but distinct, anchor-shaped ornament affixed to its centre, signifying that it led to the captain's quarters. "Erm, Captain," Thermidor stammered, "it is I, the Professor. I have brought with me our new housekeeper."

        "Aye? Well, why didn't ye say so?" the captain bellowed.

                With that, the door was flung open, revealing a now rather cheerful Captain Vul. "Ahoy there, [lad/lass]!" he exclaimed.

                        "Good morning, Captain," you returned, "I'm just here to collect laundry."

                                "Ah, Lord Meta Knight be puttin' you to work, eh?" the captain guessed. "You have that right," you confirmed, "and Professor Thermidor here is just helping me get used to things." "Aye, I see. As a matter o' fact, I do have a uniform that needs a good scrub. Won't be a moment, [lad/lass]," Captain Vul declared as he rushed off to rummage around his living quarters.

        Stepping through the door to Captain Vul's quarters, you found yourself in a cosy living space with seashell-white walls. A sandy-yellow accent wall with vertical orange stripes stood before you. Upon the accent wall was a window with a rounded frame - reminding you of the windows on a submarine, and the skirting board beneath was fittingly shaped like ocean waves. Standing upon the pastel-blue carpet felt as though you had been immersed in shallow waves rushing across the coastline.

        Nestled in the furthest left corner was a rustic, cartographer's desk with a matching chair tucked underneath. A scroll of old paper had been unrolled across it, and beside the scroll sat an inkwell accompanied by a large quill which had been left to soak in the dark, viscous solution. Above the desk was a small, floating shelf displaying a model ship inside a glass bottle.

        A large box resembling a typical pirate's treasure chest was positioned against the rightmost wall of the room, and above it were some picture frames like the ones you saw in Meta Knight's quarters. From where you stood, you could make out the scene of Captain Vul, Sailor Waddle Dee, Mace Knight and Axe Knight sailing together on a small boat floating across a seaside bathed in the warmth of a sunset upon one of the picture frames.

        You stepped further into the quarters to have a closer look at the pictures, curious to learn more about Captain Vul's background. Upon the other picture frame was an image of the ruffled vulture with his feathered arm wrapped around the shoulder of another, unfamiliar anthropomorphic bird somewhat resembling a budgerigar. With a prominent pair of eyelashes and bright-orange feathers, it was clear that this bird was an important, feminine figure in Vul's life. The budgerigar's beak was large and white with a pink tip and a noticeable pastel-blue cere. She appeared rather ecstatic to be in the picture, with Captain Vul grinning beside her. What was interesting about Vul's appearance in the picture was the lack of his captain's hat - instead, he donned a striped bandana which was typical of the lower members of a pirate crew.

        "Who's this?" you asked Professor Thermidor, referring to the orange-feathered companion in the picture.

                "Ah, that's Inkon, Captain Vul's former soulmate," replied Thermidor, who was quick to follow you into Vul's quarters.

                        "Former?" you noted. "If I may ask, what happened between them?"

                                "Let's just say we 'ad our disagreements," you heard Captain Vul's voice speak. You turned to your left to find that he had just emerged from a corridor beside the wall of framed pictures with a stained uniform in hand.

        "We'd been on the same side once," he continued, "but things changed. Ye see, our old captain... he was a tyrant - wanted all for 'imself. Axe, Mace and I - we defected from his leadership many moons ago, but me dear Inkon remained. Oh, I so wanted her to come with, but alas, she was adamant."

        Captain Vul's expression fell as he spoke of his loved one. You looked upon him with sympathy as he strode towards the frame, delicately brushing his wing against the pictured face of the budgerigar. "Aye, I still miss her," Vul added, his voice nothing more than a wistful whisper. "I still remember the day we first pecked."

        "Captain, if you still have feelings for Inkon," you questioned, "why don't you talk to her?"

                He paused at the thought. "I s'pose we are on more common grounds now. Me old captain has changed since, and good ol' Dreamland is a much better place for it." With a sigh, he thought aloud, "Perhaps it is about time we make amends. We could reminisce about the glory days... and just maybe, she will give me a ride on the Kabula!" "'Kabula'?" you repeated. "Aye, [lad/lass], Inkon aviates the skies in her great airship, Kabula!" Vul clarified. "While she certainly ain't as great as Battleship Halberd... Kabula has a certain vintage charm about her that's simply impossible not to adore!"

        "As it happens," Professor Thermidor chimed in with an adjustment of his safety goggles, "we are to visit Castle Dedede upon our arrival in Dreamland tomorrow. Mayhap, you could discuss with Inkon about the persistence of your feelings then."

        "Sink me, Professor!" Vul yelped, a look of complete shock on his face. "I ain't geared up for that sort of exchange!"

                "Balderdash," the professor asserted. "What's a pirate if he doesn't take a risk every once and awhile?"

                        "But... what if she's moved on already?" Vul stammered.

                                "Inkon returned your feelings before, correct?" Thermidor questioned.

                                        "...Aye," the captain uttered, ruffling the feathers at the back of his neck, "I s'pose it's just me nerves talking. Yer right, Professor - I 'ave to say somethin'." He gave the professor a smile, clearly grateful for his friend's encouragement. "Cheers, Thermidor." "You are quite welcome, Captain," Thermidor returned, "I understand that you have been troubled by Inkon's absence for some time now. You just needed some reassurance, that is all."

        "Anyway, where was I..." muttered the captain. "Ah, right - the laundry!"

                Captain Vul held out his wing, his spare uniform still clutched within. "Here ye are, [lad/lass]. Apologies, I got caught up in me own thoughts there." "It's alright, Captain," you replied, commiserating with him as you took hold of the uniform and carefully placed it in your laundry cart. "I know all too well the pain of being separated from a loved one." "Ye do?" Vul enquired. You nodded in response, your gaze drifting off into the distance.

                "He disappeared right in front of me."

~~~

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"Morpho Knight!" you cried out as their weakened form was thrust into the snow with alarming impact.

        You rushed to their aid, and as you kneeled before them, you were met with a horrific sight.

                Morpho Knight lay still, their frail form battered and their elegant wings crumpled and burnt up like a sheet of paper. Their armour had been penetrated countless times by the serrated edge of the opposing weapon, leaving their scarlet helm and shining pauldrons cracked and broken.

        "M-Morpho Knight," you whimpered, your eyes glistening with tears. Carefully, you placed a trembling hand upon their glove as their eyes flickered in and out of existence.

        "My... my flower..." the butterfly managed to speak, "I... I am fading..."

                "N-no! Don't say that! You can do this, Morpho! I... I believe in you."

                        "My flower... this opponent... is much too powerful... to keep at bay for much longer..."

                                Morpho Knight, with what little strength they had left, shakily lifted their great blade up to your eye level.

                                        "Take it."

                                                "Wh... what...?"

                                                        The majestic, fiery sword that you knew all too well sat presented in front of you. Its otherworldly blade radiated with the very fires of the underworld, and its golden hilt gazed deeply into your eyes with its shimmering sapphire gemstone.

        "The Doomblade, my flower... take it," Morpho Knight whispered.

                "I... I can't..."

                        "We... do not have time, my flower... you must..."

                                "I can't lose you!" you cried, the tears breaking free from your eyes. "I can't be alone again! I don't want to be alone!"

                                        Shakily, Morpho Knight reached out to you with their free hand. "My dearest flower... do not fret... for I shall be here..." they reassured, cupping your cheek in a delicate motion. "As long as you cherish the Doomblade, my flower... I shall be here... always."

        "M-Morpho... I-"

                "Hush, my flower... you shan't be alone anymore..."

                        "...You promise?"

                                "You have my word, my flower. With my last breath... I grant you my sword. May it keep you safe... and warm..."

                                        With a trembling hand and a heavy heart, you reached out to touch the Doomblade's hilt. Wrapping your hesitant fingers around its grip, you carefully tugged the blade out of the butterfly's failing grasp.

        In an instant, Morpho Knight's form was enveloped by a loud, blinding light. You could barely keep from looking away as you witnessed Morpho Knight's arm begin to dissipate into a shroud of red and orange butterflies.

        "W-what's happening?!" you panicked.

                At that moment, Morpho Knight's chorus of voices fell out of synchronisation as they responded to you, with each voice reflecting one of the butterfly's many erratic thoughts. It was overwhelming to try and listen to each voice speak completely different things to you all at once, but you were able to make out a few sentences amongst all of the verbal chaos.

        "I am losing my grip..." "I can no longer keep myself together..." "I am falling apart..."

                "M-Morpho!"

                        Flash!

                                In what seemed like a split second, Morpho Knight was reduced to nothing more than a veil of spectral butterflies, dancing around you in a desperate attempt to keep you concealed from the imminent danger. But it was for nothing, as one by one, the butterflies would gradually fade into nothingness. All that was left was the ornate scabbard belonging to the Doomblade itself, lying solely in the snow.

        You fell to your knees, your heart broken and your hope dashed completely.

                Alone.

                        You were alone again.

                                "Morpho..."

~~~

Planet Pop Star, present-day

"Argh, what a pity," Captain Vul empathised, placing a consoling wing on your shoulder, "I couldn't bare imaginin' what it'd be like... watchin' me own Inkon feedin' the fishes like that. I feel for ye, [lad/lass]."

        "As do I, _______," the professor added. "If I may enquire... how did he...?"

                "He... fell ill," you replied. You knew that you were lying, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell your new colleagues about what really happened to Morpho Knight - it would only worry them further if they learned of the horrible danger lurking somewhere in the universe, waiting to strike at any moment.

        You slowly slid the Doomblade out of its scabbard, allowing the captain and the professor a good look at it.

                "This sword..." you muttered, your mournful reflection staring back at you through its blade, "is all that's left of him."

                        "Aye, a keepsake," Vul nodded in understanding. "Well, don't let it get to ye. Yer part of our crew now, and we're always happy to lend a friendly ear. Ain't that right, Prof?" "Indeed," the professor concurred.

        You couldn't help but break out into a smile as Captain Vul and Professor Thermidor shared their words of empathy and support. "Thank you, guys," you expressed, sincerely grateful for the new friends you have made. "I think I'll be alright. I just need some time." "Of course, [lad/lass]," the captain assured, "we understand - it ain't easy losin' a loved one."

        Thermidor changed the subject, "Anyhow, it is almost lunchtime. I think it is about time we carried on, don't you think, Noble _______? We don't want to keep his Lordship waiting now, do we?"

        "Oh, right!" you remembered. "We'd better get going then."

                "What's all this about 'keepin' Lord Meta Knight waiting'?" Captain Vul questioned, his interest piqued.

                        "Sir Meta Knight invited me to his quarters for lunch this morning," you explained, "isn't he so kind?"

                                "Blimey," Vul declared, "not even I've had the privilege of sharin' a luncheon with Lord Meta Knight." "Really?" "Yer a lucky one, [lad/lass]. The man must really trust ye."

        "Oh, he's just being nice. I think it's because I'm 'the guest'," you determined.

                "Well, ye both did seem to get along with each other last night," the captain recalled, referring to the feast that the crew and yourself shared shortly after your arrival on the battleship. "Are ye sure there ain't anything else happenin' between ye and he?"

        "What are you implying, Captain?" you replied, feeling somewhat offended by the remark.

                The captain held up wings in defense. "Nothing, nothing!" Vul stammered. "It's just that... ye know..." "What is it, Captain?"

                        "I believe that what the captain is trying to say... is that he detected a hint of a... potential developing romance," Professor Thermidor finished. He corroborated, "I detected it as well, when his Lordship invited you for lunch."

        "W-what?! No," you retorted, a bright blush forming on your cheeks, "that's nonsense!"

                "Whatever ye say, [lad/lass]... now go on - wouldn't want to leave your knight in shining armour standin' by," Captain Vul teased.

                        "Cut it out," you muttered, feeling embarrassed.

                                Professor Thermidor chuckled in response to your flustered expression, then led the way out of Captain Vul's living quarters, as you followed closely behind him with your laundry cart in hand. The captain stood by the door, giving you a friendly wave goodbye. "See ye later, [lad/lass]!" he said in farewell. "Have fun on yer date!" You swung your gaze over to him and huffed.

        "It's not a date!"