Well, hello. I know it sounds stupid, since it was in all caps in the summary, but…MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW.

Now we can get down to business.

This story was inspired by NalagaOcean777's story, which is titled 'The Subspace Emissary' for obvious reasons. It is by far the best interpretation of SSBB's campaign I've ever read, and I implore—nay, I demand—you go and read it immediately. After all, the explanations given of the world and smashers are what I follow, primarily because I consider NagalaOcean777's work to be canon. Yes, it is very awesome.

The story you are about to read (or, less preferably, lose interest in) is, perhaps like several others of its kind, detailing the stories of characters who were not included in the central campaign, or had small roles. I've written about 25 pages so far, and will make chapter lengths as close to five pages as possible. If you look below, you will see a possibly incomplete list of things to be covered in this story. I reiterate that there are spoilers.

The Subspace Emissary: The Additional Conflicts

Things to be addressed:

Wolf's Inclusion, Jigglypuff's Inclusion, Toon Link's Inclusion, Ivysaur's Appearance as a Statue, Sonic in General, How Wario returned, Why Olimar was on the Floating Isle, Why Samus was on the Floating Isle, How the Smashers returned to the Shore, Olimar's Ship, What was happening outside Subspace during the fight against Tabuu, Samus's Ship, Master Hand in General,Crazy Hand in General (?), The Ending

Now, let us get to the intro, shall we?

When the floating arena where Mario and Kirby were fighting was engulfed in subspace, a feeling of uneasiness settled across the land. The detonation was visible from very far away, and anyone who saw it shared the same anxiety. Something about it was unnatural, ominous—it simply wasn't supposed to exist. The purple orb loomed over the surrounding region, and naturally piqued not only fear and worry, but also curiosity.

Plans were being set into motion—high in the clouds, a goddess would send her most trusted servant to investigate. A reptilian king and his Gerudo ally would begin to set a trap for their foes. A timeless hero would draw his sword once more. A masked knight would begin a journey to reclaim his stolen ship, just as a fearless warrior would hunt down her missing power suit.

The first move in the Subspace Emissary's plan had been taken, and the fate of the world was now in the balance.

Captain Olimar was a skilled pilot, but he always seemed to have terrible luck.

The Hocotatian had seen the floating arena become consumed by subspace, and had recognized a feeling of dread sink into his bones. A further sign of this was that his trusty allies, the pikmin, had grown uneasy too. He knew that this was clearly a sign of something—something bad—but he was also filled with a curiosity upon seeing the expanding orb of subspace. Perhaps it was the explorer in him, he did not know—all he really knew was that he had been filled with the desire to investigate the anomaly further.

He had been traveling inside his ship for about fifteen minutes, with the pikmin onboard as well, when he had come under attack.

The star-fighter that had zoomed out of seemingly nowhere and started firing upon him was far more advanced than his own. The first advantage it had was speed; the ship had been able to catch up to him and stay on his tail with relative ease. The second was maneuverability—the ship was able to turn, as Olimar discovered with considerable horror, on a dime. The third, and probably most important, was firepower. Olimar's ship was designed to hold and carry considerable amounts of cargo, not to engage enemies in dogfights; it didn't even have any weapons attached. The laser blasters on the pursuing interceptor were not only strong, but were also frequently fired—and, while Olimar had done a pretty good job of avoiding his pursuer so far, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out forever. Olimar had changed direction, no longer heading for the orb of Subspace, and was now soaring over the shimmering sea surrounding the main continent

The odds were stacked against him. His ship had been a bit scratched up even before he had run into this adversary, who had every tactical advantage on him. He had already taken two direct hits to his ship's stern, and another barrage could send him down in smoke.

And having his ship destroyed, turning into a trophy, sinking to the bottom of the ocean and—perhaps worst of all—losing all his pikmin was not something Olimar was going to allow.

He had been in worse situations than this one—he would get out alive. As he flew through the sky, Olimar spotted a floating island approaching, and sped towards it. He noted that the closer he got, the more determined his pursuer became to shoot him down.

At another time, Olimar would have been deeply interested in this connection, but he had more on his hands now. As he got closer and closer, he noted that metallic buildings covered the top of the floating island, as well as dense forestation.

Assessing the situation and his ship's capabilities quickly, Olimar managed to come up with a plan.

Now over the island, he began to bring his ship downwards towards the treetops. His company let out another barrage of laser fire, and two of the shots managed to hit the cargo ship's stern, much to Olimar's further anxiety. He knew he wouldn't last in the ship—while his plan was crazy, it was no less intelligent than staying in the ship.

He pulled the ship downwards, passing through the woodland canopy as dozens of branches smacked against the ship's cockpit. To his pursuer, it would seem that he was descending into a crash—the smoke puffing from the back of the ship only added to the affect.

Now soaring just above the ground, dangerously close to an actual crash, Olimar determinedly, set the rest of his plan into motion. He had no way to land, so bailing out was his only option. He would only have one shot at this, and—as he rapidly decreased the ship's speed—he took it.

He flicked a switch on the ship's controls, switching it to autopilot—one of the ships few advantages—and then released the ship's cargo. Almost immediately after having done so, turned the ship over and pressed the 'Emergency Bail' button.

He went flying out of the cockpit and towards the ground below. He had only two thoughts on his mind as the ground roared up to meet him—whether his trusty ship could take care of itself, and if his pikmin were safe on the ground nearby.

Wolf O'Donnell took jobs as they came.

He had been hired by an anonymous patron—who had promised nothing more than 'power', much to Wolf's slight annoyance, though he had still taken un the opportunity—and had taken up residence on a mysterious ship called the Halberd until he had received any orders. This had caused him to meet several other mercenaries working for the same man. It was only recently, after they had flown over a stadium that had shortly after been consumed by something that made O'Donnell feel a mixture of distrust and—could it possibly be concern—that he had agreed to the mission. A job was a job, but the subspace and the Primid—the subspace beings—were clearly unnatural. He did not like them one bit, but soon he was thinking about other things.

He had felt a deep desire to leap into his fighter—the Wolfen—and engage the Arwing that advanced on the mighty battleship—but before he had even got to the Halberd's hangar, the other fighter had been shot down. This surprised Wolf a bit—surely, a member of Star Fox could not be defeated that easily…

Before he had a chance to fly to where the ship had likely crashed, yet another unidentified ship had entered restricted space. Wolf had flown out of the Halberd and engaged it…but it had not retaliated, instead retreating.

But Wolf wasn't about to leave a job half finished.

He was impressed at how well the enemy ship had been avoiding him, but at the same time was infuriated by it not turning to fight him. He had now chased it across a good deal of the continent and several miles of ocean. They were now getting close to the floating island that Wolf had also been given the mission of guarding. This only made him more overzealous to do away with his aggravating quarry, who's rusty ship had proved a surprisingly versatile target.

On the subject of defending the floating fortress, that also bothered Wolf a bit. It was certainly mysterious—after all, floating land masses tended to give that effect—and Wolf had been told nothing about it, or the Primid, for that matter. The feeling of being kept in the dark was not something Wolf liked, at all. If he had the chance to get more information, he knew he would instantly take it.

Right now, though, he was focused on blasting his target to bits and recovering the trophy of the pilot…A task that was proving very challenging.

However, Wolf saw his chance as the ship began to slightly lower in altitude, and pulled the trigger. The Wolfen released a burst of deadly lasers, striking the back of the leading ship. Exuding smoke, it punched through the layer of treetops on the isle.

Wolf grinned to himself, baring his sharp fangs, but the grin disappeared as the ship flew back out of the canopy seconds later. Wolf let out a growl of anger, and fired again, but missed; the purple and white ship he was chasing banked to the left and began to head back towards the mainland.

Wolf glared out at the still-retreating ship and sped after it, not noticing that it no longer had a pilot.

This is, I hope, a likeable start. I am dealing with the problem that the dashes I used to separate text, like so many other writers on this site, are being hunted down by some form of programming-demon or one of the annoying Microsoft Word sentient paper-clip's cohorts. That is the reason there are no breakers. Please just hang in there for now... Also, since you are reading this, I must apologize for the long author's notes; I assure you it will not continue. Until the next update please—aha! Thought I was going to say R & R, didn't you? Well, I will try and think of something different.

'Please…um…deposit…constructive criticism or any other positive…or negative comments.' Actually, never mind, that sounds awful.

R n' R!