Kirby: Superstar Warriors
Disclaimer: This isn't Super Rocket Bros. this is good ol' fashioned Kirby action! When a young girl stumbles upon a new world, she teams up with the four colored Kirbies' to save Popstar from certain doom…
She must've been running for hours. Celeste took a deep breath and looked around the corner, her bright red hair a mess, and aqua blue eyes looked heavy. Looks like they're not here today, she thought. Celeste slowly went around the corner and whistled cheerfully, holding her parcel. Just this morning, she found a package in the mail sent to her from her father, who was on an expedition somewhere. She hadn't really heard from her father in a long time. She hasn't even seen her in ten years; she was merely five years old when he left. She was just happy that those annoying bullies weren't around. They usually call them the rat pack because they steal from anyone and will hurt you, just to get their hands on it. Their leader was an eighteen year-old woman, named Spectra. She had Goth black hair and piercing purple eyes. Practically everyday, she would steal something from her, a gold bracelet, her lunch, even her own pet dog. One time, she even beat her up because she wouldn't give her a precious locket. Well not today, she would go home and open up her parcel.
Once she got home, she ran quickly upstairs and looked at her parcel for a few moments. She began to read the tag on it:
Celeste,
On one of my recent travels, I found this unique, technological trinket, I can't really work it all that well, but since you're pretty good with this stuff, I thought I should bring it to you.
Love,
Dad
She sighed, and slowly ripped the wrapping off. After a couple of seconds, she managed to find her gift. It looked like a tiny medal of some sort, shaped like a star. Beside it she found a watch. It was like any other plain old watch, except it had the words star warriors emblazed on the bottom. She scratched her head, "What can I possibly do with this?" She started observing the objects carefully; she noticed that the watch was beeping. Celeste stared observantly; suddenly the watch flashed a bright light. She gave a startled gasp, and was eaten up the light and suddenly, she was gone…
The four colored Kirbies walked happily across Dreamland. Due to the confusion of calling all four of them Kirby, they decided to make up names. The yellow one called himself Marcus, the red one Rick, and the green one Andy. The yellow one liked to pull pranks sometimes, and was basically the comic relief, the red one was a hot-tempered, Raphael wannabe, and the green one was a nervous, scaredy cat. "So what's on the menu today?" Marcus asked with a smile on his face. "Some good ol' strawberry shortcake or shall we have the classic watermelon?" Kirby shook his head, "It doesn't really matter anyways." Rick nodded his head slowly. "And besides, we have those two snacks, everyday! Aren't you getting sick of it?" Marcus stared at Rick blankly, and then he grinned. "And I suppose chicken would be better?" He replied in a mocking tone of voice. "We tend to have that for supper everyday as well, if memory serves me correctly…" Rick growled impatiently, "Watch that big mouth of yours…" Andy couldn't help but yelp at what he saw falling from the sky. "It's a meteorite!" He screamed. "Everybody, run for your lives, we're never gonna make it!!!!" Kirby slapped him upside his head. "That isn't a meteorite Andy." He said with a sigh. "We better check it out, just in case it's a monster sent from NME…"
Celeste found her speeding towards the ground at an incredible rate. She found herself plummeting into the woods now. She was smacked on branches, twigs and finally slammed face-first on the ground. She rubbed her nose. "Well, that just hurt." She said, brushing twigs from her hair and checking to see if anything was broken. She looked around. This definitely wasn't home. Though the place did look quite beautiful, lush greenery and…apples! She picked one up, wiped it off and took a bite. "These things are delicious!" She said cheerfully. They tasted a bit different from the ones at home. A bit more juicy and with some added flavor to it. She took another bite of the apple and passed the lake, when she noticed her reflection in it. She walked up to it stared at herself. Her eyes looked like Kirby's own, and her clothes had a warrior's vibe to it. She sat down to think. "Just where am I?" She asked.
"You're in Dreamland my girl!"
Celeste jerked back in surprise and nearly fell into the lake. She looked around swiftly. "Who's there?" She called out. "Over here!" The voice called back. She turned and nearly screamed at what she saw. It was a tree, except it had a face, nose and all. "My name's Wispy Woods." He said. "H-hello there…" She stammered. "I'm kinda new here. So what is this Dreamland?" Wispy smiled, "Dreamland is a wonderful world on the planet Popstar; there are many more beautiful places like this one." She almost fainted, I'm on another planet?!? She thought furiously. She got up, "Look, I'm from the planet Earth. Have you heard of it by any chance?" Wispy turned his face in thought. "Earth…" he trailed, and then slowly shook his head. "Sadly, I haven't, but maybe someone else has. Maybe you should go to Cappytown, maybe someone there has heard of it." She nodded, "Thanks Wispy." She turned to walk then stopped, "Um, Wispy?" She asked. He merely cocked an eyebrow, "What is it?" "Well, are there more talking creatures?" She continued. "I mean like owls and animals all that stuff?" Wispy smiled, "You'll find out eventually." She scratched her head. What does he mean by that? Suddenly, four flying air machines slowly floated to the ground.
Rick looked down from his red Warpstar, "I think that's your meteorite Andy." He said with a grin. Andy merely gulped, "Well it could be one of those man-eating space vixens." Marcus just shook his head, "She could just be a star warrior. I mean, look at her clothes." "Hey you!" Rick called down. Celeste quickly looked around and then she slowly looked up. This place can't get any weirder… She thought to herself.
