Well, here we go, another fanfiction out for Super Smash Brothers. This story started as a collaboration idea between me and Purple Mercenary. She will be helping me with some of these chapters.
Now, you may notice several other games that are in here as well as other genres. Why isn't this in the cross over section? Well, when you look at it Super Smash Bros. is in a sense a crossover all in its own so that is why it's here. Well, without further explanations, let the story begin.
The loud clamor of the Smash Mansion was duly deserved. It was a rare event, one that happened only in a few years. Each and every smasher made their way to the stage, where battles were to usually be fought, but in its steed was something else.
The event, you may ask; the arrival of new members to the Smash Roster. It had ben many years, five to be exact since there was some new additions to the roster. Many of them fitted in well with the veterans, some more than others. Others still could be seen as new guys, like the smell of a new car. However, they were all experienced brawlers, none could dispute that fact. The smashers made their way to the great arena, many of them discussing who these new additions were to be. They were told that they were unusual characters, but then again, the smashers were no ordinary bunch.
Ike made his own way by himself, taking a lesser known route. He was one of the newest editions to the roster five years ago. The mercenary leader still kept to himself a lot of the time, pondering many things. He had a few friends, though he got along with many of the smashers. He hoped with these newest editions of smashers, he hoped he could find those who were like him and offer a helping hand to them. He carried Ragnell with him, as he did whenever he was out of combat. It was not that he didn't feel unsafe here, rather it was out of habit. His father always taught him to keep one weapon in reach wherever you went. More than once, Ike would have left to join his father's side if he didn't heed his teachings.
He continued down the hallway before he ran into one of those he could consider one of his trusted allies. It was the Princess Zelda, an ever graceful embodiment of beauty. Ike's heart stopped when he saw her. She was dressed in red silk, with verity shades of color. She smiled when he walked next to him, her footsteps falling perfectly into sync with him. Ike smiled and she returned one of her own, beaming all h while. "So Ike, are you excited to see the newest editions to our family?" Ike let off a small smile at the sides of his lips. Zelda had always viewed the smashers as a family, even Ganondorf. She even offered to be Lucas' "mother" on Christmas and so it has been ever since. That was one of the features about her that Ike held high about her.
"You mean those who going to spice up the life of the matches, don't you, Princess?" Spoke up a new voice, one belonging to a blond haired swordsman. Link gave Ike a brotherly slug on the shoulder, which Ike returned with a bit more force behind it. Zelda laughed and nodded with Link's enthusiasm. The young Hylian was one of the most popular of the Smashers, always at ease and quick to make friends. Few could have a grudge against him, and even fewer could hold it against him. Link wrapped an arm around both of them as he walked in the middle of the group. Ike chuckled under his breath as they reached two open massive doors made of massive silver.
They took their seats and looked at a dimmed stage. The two hands, Crazy and Master stood side by side. The saner one of the two stood where he was, while the one that should be in a mental institution jerked around in the air, causing the calmer one to sigh. When all the smashers reached their seats, Master Hand began his speech. "Welcome. I am sure that you will need no introduction on why you are here, but these people who I and my… unstable brother will introduce are those who passed our rigorous trials and are worthy to call themselves Brawlers. So without further a due, it is my privilege to introduce them. We will start the introductions with my brother giving you the first newest edition."
Crazy Hand screeched to a halt and nodded furiously. "Yes, yes, that indeed. Now our first combatant hails from a land far away, where the winters are cold and the mead is colder. He led a rebellion against an empire that was too weak to pay its debts to his people. Under the banners of rebellion and with the side of a figure of myth and legend, they defeated the Empire and their lands are now a proud home for his people, the Nords and any who wish to live free from the Thalmor oppression. The High King of Skyrim joins us. The one and only… Ulfric Stormcloak!" A light shined down on the warrior king. Ike was reminded a lot of his father when he gazed upon this man. Long blond hair ran behind his head and a trimmed beard, yet rough in its essence. He wore a thick black wolf pelt on his back, and thick cloth covered the rest of his frame. On his side he carried a finely crafted steel battle axe, Nordic runes encompassing the hilt and the head.
He had pricing blue eyes and he glared into the crowd and drew his axe and hefted it above his head. The smash roster applauded, Ike felt as if he was going to get along with this one. Brandishing his axe, Ulfric bellowed a deep word and a blast of kinetic energy shout out of his mouth. The explosion caused the applause to intensify. Many of the smashers whispered around, Ike could pick up several of their conversations. Marth talked to Snake about how this one would be a challenge, and then Captain Falcon butted in saying that he doesn't look that tough. Zelda and Link spoke about the interesting character, Zelda was interested in the land called Skyrim and Link was wondering about whom the Thalmor were.
The Master hand bobbed up and down nodding in agreement. The spotlight faded away and the Master Hand began to speak. "Now, hailing from the gang-torn streets of Seattle we are graced with the presence of a shadowrunner. One who fights the corporations, the lawless and those whom cross him, a man of honor in a den of thieves. He is a Street Samurai by trade, but possesses knowledge in the arcane and spirit realms. It is my pleasure to introduce to the roster… Tobey Duel-fists!" A tall, for lack of a better term, elf stepped unto the stage. He wore a large black duster, many weapons hidden beneath it, the butts of too many guns were evident. Tobey had medium length blood hair with shades on his eyes and a few tattoos on his neck, which appeared to be tribal of some sort or another.
Applause followed as Tobey waved to the crowd, bowing ever gracefully. Crazy spoke again, though not after doing three barrel rolls in the air and gestured to the next combatant. "From the cold north of unknown regions, a might Viking claims that he has the greatest fighters of the ages. He fights with a battle axe as large as a normal man, and blood boils under his veins. He fights for his friends, honor, and the gods. Please give a warm welcome for the warrior known as Leman Anvilfist!" A monster of a man, built across his chest and tall as Ike stepped forward into the light. The size of the battle axe was not a lie, it was large, and the twin heads showed that it was designed for massive carnage. He was clad in weathered leathers, steel belts and buckles holding it together. His hair was braided a as was his beard and his eyes looked like two chips of ice forever frozen in time. He swung his axe around in a large circle, bellowing a cry for war and battle.
After his duly received applause, he stepped back and the Master hand cleared his throat. "And now, out final new combatant. She is a mysterious creature, who is unknown even to the most knowledgeable of scholars. Her tribe is unknown but her skills in battle are not. So, it is my honor to give you Lithia!" A young woman stepped forward into the light and was met with a loud amount of wolf whistles. She was small, but she carried a massive claymore on her shoulder, covered with her long flowing auburn hair. He had green eyes and a small shy smile on her lips. Many of the male smashers were whistling at the sight of a beautiful woman, though there were a few who abstained from it. Marth looked as if he wanted to but was engaged in a choke hold by Peach. Snake also was about to but stopped, Samus' beam pistol pointed at his head. Ike kept quiet and looked over to the others.
The hands stepped to the center and nodded. "There has been a feast of honor prepared for the new arrivals and you are to go there to greet them and get to know them. The brawls will continue, but we have an announcement of our own. We have some business to take care of shortly, so we will be gone for a few weeks in a bit. Nothing to worry, we trust you can handle yourselves and act like civilized beings." Master hand spoke.
As if he was the other foot, Crazy spoke. "Besides, what's the worst that can happen to this place?" Death glares soon shot at him and he exhaled quickly. "Boy the crowd got tough in here all of a sudden."
The smasher rose and slowly made their way to the great hall, where the new comers were to be awaiting them. Link ran on ahead, wanting to catch up with the others, leaving Ike and Zelda to walk by them. He found it slightly unhinging to talk to Zelda alone, he was unsure if it was the position that she held that made him nervous or the fact he was just shy to her. "So… what do you think of the new comers, your Majesty?" He asked after clearing his throat.
She ticked he tongue once and playfully shook her head. "Ike, how many times have I told you? You still call me by my title that I hold no power here. You will refer to me as Zelda, not Your Highness, Majesty or Princess. Please, this is why I came here, or at least one of the reasons, to be given a chance to be like every one." She locked her arm around his and the two walked together following the rest of the crowd. "However, to answer your question I think it is a unique group of individuals. Ulfric seems like someone who you could get along with rather well. Tobey seems like a character that would take me many days to fully under stand. Leman is another brawler who came her for the thirst of glory I feel." She clicked her tongue in annoyance at the thought. "And for Lithia, well…" She didn't finish that train of thought.
"Why Zelda, is that jealousy that I see in your eyes?" Ike said in a friendly banter. Zelda shot him a look that Sheik ever could do so. But it did speak that she was jealous for some reason. For what reason, Ike didn't know.
They reached the great hall and many of the smashers were divided into groups some conversing amongst themselves, others talking with the newcomers. Introducing themselves seemed like the best idea so Ike and Zelda headed off in spate directions. They needed to introduce themselves to these new and cunning individuals who managed to reach the ranks of the Smashers.
Ulfric Stormcloak pulled the cork from another bottle of mead sighing all the while. He heard of the Smashers and he chose to leave his beloved Skyrim for this. He knew he left it in capable hands, a shared between the Dragonborn and Galmar. Still, it was unhinging to leave his newly founding untied Skyrim. As High King, he achieved what he had set out to do; place a true Nord on the throne. While others saw him as a power hungry despot, others saw him as a hero of old reborn to the flesh of the new age. He smiled at the later, the Dragonborn deserved that title not him.
He did manage to get a good look at the rest of the smashers, and he tried to figure out the best term to describe them. He couldn't find one. There were some who have seen maybe seven winters at most while others were creatures he had never seen before. Some dressed in simple clothes, others in lavish silks and cottons. Some came from the bosom of royalty while others made their way from the battlefields. He sincerely hoped there were more of the later then former. He then gazed up from his thoughts and saw two figures walking towards him. Both were tall swordsmen though they were different in many more ways. One was an elf of some sorts, not a Thalmor at least. The other one was one with deep blue hair, a very unusual for a normal human normal. But then again, many would have considered him to be unusual.
Ulfric decided that he had best to be the more humble one and rose from his seat. He placed his hand over his heart and offered a bow. The other two retuned it, both very gracefully. "It is an honor to se the High King of Skyrim." The blue haired warrior said in a deep voice, and the elf nodded. "I am Ike Greil, Commander of the Greil Mercenaries." Ulfric gestured for them to sit and the three sat down and reached over for the bottles of mead.
"I'm Link, Hero of Time in Hyrule." The elf said. Ulfric regarded the two warriors. Both looked as if they did indeed belong here. They could handle themselves with a sword and chose to remain as warriors of such. He was given a brief history of each of the smashers by request of the Master Hand. Both of these two could be rulers of their own kingdoms by their own rights and mettle for war. But it would appear that they were too humble to take command and lead. Ulfric said he had to respect that, not everyone was ambitious to lead, there were those who wanted nothing more then to follow the banner of right and just.
"I am honored." Ulfric said in his baritone voice, like two boulders slamming into each other. "It pains me much to leave my home of Skyrim, but I left it in capable hands. I know full well whom you are and of your many of your tales. Though I have to wonder, how would an elf manage to hold his mead? I always thought you would prefer drinking milk." It was in good humor and Link could see it. He laughed at Ulfric's jest. Using one of his knives, Link sliced the top of the cork off and threw his head back, downing some of the honeyed brew without complaint. Ike pulled his cork out and tried the Nordic Mead. It took him off guard with the mixture of bitterness and sweetness, but it was drinkable
A few moments passed and Link left the two, more than likely to find some of the other new comers. Ulfric sighed, "I have heard about you Ike. My question to you is why are you not a ruler of your own nation? You have the wisdom to guide it and the sword arm to defend it from the front if need be."
Ike Laughed dryly, "Ulfric, the arts of state craft are far beyond me. I would have that be to those who have the aptitude for such a talent to handle the affairs of politics. My place is on the battlefield, making history and defending the nation I owe so much to. Though now it is my turn to ask a question for you. How did you become High King, from the way it sounds like you murdered to be it." Ike felt a sour taste form in his mouth as he thought about it. He had seen many corrupt kinds Ashnard who killed and assassinated to gain the throne of power.
"Ulfric shot Ike a very sinister look and frowned. "I challenged the High King in the traditional way. There was no 'murder' committed. I fought him because he was not a true Nord, a puppet king for the Empire addicted to the Imperial coin that care more about entertaining his queen rather than attending to the suffering of his own people. Though," A smile tugged at the edge of his lips. "he couldn't stand against me. My sword pierced his heart in front of many witnesses who knew of the tradition, but without their puppet, the Empire and the Thalmor I was branded a traitor."
Ike nodded and took another swig of his mead. "You led a rebellion against the weak Empire that couldn't bleed for those that have bled for them."
Ulfric nodded and raised his bottle, and Ike clasped them together. "You are someone I could get along with. But the day warriors could gain common ground by words alone, is a day I would never wish to see." Ike laughed along with him.
Tobey Duel-Fist lit another one of his cigarettes with a snap of his fingers, a small flame flickering on the tips of his fingers. He looked around him as he inhaled the smoke. The smashers were… interesting to say the least. He had been here for only a wile and he had already butted heads with a princess… Peach if he recalled correctly. She asked if he would put out his smoke, one of the few things he looked forward to each day. He promptly blow smoke right into his face. He did have a code of honor, and he promptly apologized for it, though, it was difficult to make her accept the apology.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around. He didn't see anyone and then he felt it again. He realized it wasn't a tap on his shoulder rather it was that someone was tugging on his duster. He looked down and saw a small kid in a striped tee shirt, blond hair and a shy expression across his face. Tobey bet down on one of his knees and ruffled the kid's hair. "Hey there, chummer. Sorry that I didn't see you there. What's your name?"
The kid smiled slightly. "Lu..Lucas." He shuddered out of shyness. Tobey smiled slightly. In retrospect, he saw a mirror version of himself before he goblinized during puberty. Shy, bashful and afraid of anything taller than he was. Tobey sat down on one of the benches and patted the seat next to him. The kid lit up and jumped up on the seat there. Tobey placed his arm around him in a brotherly gesture. He didn't speak, neither of them did. No words were needed.
Tobey's mind drifted to the conversations he had with his girlfriend, Cherry Bomb. He didn't know if that was her given name or a nickname by the runners of the Seamstress Union, a high class bar on the streets of outside Seattle. She had cherry red hair, dressed in a long red dress and was a bombshell. He knew her when he started working in Seattle, in which a job to find the murderer of an old friend became so much more. The two talked and soon she started sharing moments with him when he wasn't running with the shadows. His new friend, Gallowsglass, hooked them both up on a blind date to each other and the two hit it off from there.
She was an elf like he was, though slightly younger by seven years. The difference of age was trivial when you are an elf, he mused himself. She was a motherly figure, even when she was running the bar for Miss Fredrick. She loved him for the code of honor he had, though she was a bit at odds with his occupation. Not the fact that it was a criminal operation, the survival rate of the jobs was what set her at edge. When he was leaving to come here, she said that while he was there, he should make a difference, and one that shouldn't require bullets. He was thinking about popping her the question, but he decided it would be best when he came back.
Shadowrunning was a good job. Challenging work, allows you to see new places, and you can't go hungry in that line of work. As long as there are three people left on the face of the earth, one is going to hire someone to do something to the other. Tobey chuckled at the euphemism. Lucas looked to Tobey and felt safe under his arm, just as he felt in Zelda's embrace when she said she would be his adoptive mother of sorts.
Tobey looked to the other two smashers that came with him. Leman was talking with a few others, and Lithia was talking with the entre female cast of the smashers. She did point a massive two handed sword at the men who were about to make a sly comment. He laughed and ruffled Lucas' hair again.
He felt a pang of energy hit the side of his head, causing his spare hand to massage the temple. "What happened?" Lucas asked him.
Tobey shook his head. "Nothing. It was nothing." He said and when Lucas looked away, Tobey muttered "I hope it was." Under his breath. He sincerely hoped that it was indeed. But he pushed the thoughts from his mind, tomorrow the four new members were to fight each other to prove their skills.
What exactly caused that pain would have to wait.