Hello! Thanks for coming across my story! I wanted to experiment with Kirby lore this time around so I decided to write a story about Galacta Knight and his history with Hyness, since in Kirby Star Allies it is shown that Hyness and his generals are Halcandran and in other Kirby games there is evidence to support that Galacta Knight is also related to/ is Halcandran (also I have been watching WoolieVersus' videos on Kirby lore and it got my gears grinding about how dark this series actually is). Enjoy this dark and violent backstory thing about Galacta Knight!
Prologue
"Dad?" his son's voice called from behind the fluffy covers of a blanket. "Where did the knights come from?" The bigger figure turned slightly to eye the magenta colored puffball laying in the bed in the corner of the room. He had a pair of curved golden horns that hadn't sharpened to a point yet, since he was very young, and a pair of feathered wings that had a slight lilac tint to them. He moved up to make eye contact with him, meeting up with his sons' blood red eyes. "Who told you about them?" his father asked, trying to keep his voice down and trying not to sound irritated, even though he was. "Nataldee told me," he replied. "She told me that they came to the castle today. Did you see them?" His father sighed. "Indeed I did. But you need not worry about them. They are here for our benefit. Plus, you are but a child. The king and his advisers will worry about them."
"Are they like the ones from your stories?"
"What stories?"
"The ones you told me about the knights that killed giant monsters."
Now he remembered. "In a way, yes. But I don't think any monsters will come close to us," his father responded. "Then why are they here?" "Enough questions, little one. It is far past your bedtime. Goodnight." His son's eyes lost the look of curiosity that they once had. "Okay, g'night dad," he mumbled as his father shut the door behind him. Knowing time wouldn't stop for him, the boy's father ran straight from the Cabinet ministers quarters and into the throne room as fast as he could. "Sir Gahl, why the rush?" one of the king's guards asked him politely. Gahl huffed and lifted his eyes to meet the guards. "I had to put my son to bed, but little Leonidas is stubborn, you know. I thought I would be late had he continued to question our activities," he replied. "Well, I'd say you made it on time. Lord Cuauhtl is on his way to bring our guests in," he said, pointing towards the huge doors of the castle. With a loud clank the enormous metal doors slid open slowly, revealing the figures on the other side walking in. Gahl shifted his focus to Lord Cuauhtl, who was floating beside a figure that Gahl didn't recognize. Behind them were ten armored soldiers, all of which wearing a bright yellow star on their pauldrons, helmets, belts, or scabbards if they wielded swords. They were surrounded by at least eight of the king's guard, dressed in purple, gray, and red, and carrying pole arms as they marched down the long red carpet that led from the door to the king's throne.
Lord Cuauhtl turned and nodded to one of his head guards, who in turn bowed to the figure beside him. He then raised a floating hand and snapped his fingers, calling the rest of the guard and Gahl to follow his lead. Gahl hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to follow or wait. But the look the other guards gave him was clearly a sign he should have followed. The king led them down one of the grand hallways, decorated with huge paintings and banners of purple and silver with an equally enormous letter H in a sparkly silver sown on them. The bricks used for the walls were deep purple colored, and surprisingly sturdy over thousands and thousands of years of withering and withstanding blow after blow inside and out. A large rectangular window occupied the space between the wall and the ceiling, allowing one to look up and see the stars. Though Sir Gahl had lived here his whole life, this hallway always provided some sort of serenity to him, and restored his faith in royalty and politics if he ever lost it. Finally, they made it into the grand dining hall.
It was marvelous as it was huge. It matched the theme of the hallway before, with the massive banners and paintings being the main decorations on the walls. But here, unlike in the hallway, a long table decorated with elaborate carvings on its edges sat in the middle of the hall, with at least fifty chairs at each side. Closest to the fire place at the very end of the hall were two very large and decorated chairs, with symbols of dragons on the armrests and silver and purple thread swirling around in elaborate patterns on the cushions. These were the chairs of the king and queen; the hosts of this meeting. Gahl turned to meet the faces of the other members of the royal counsel, Sir Saer and Lady Dainn. Saer had hazel colored eyes and round cheeks that made him look many years older than he actually was, and was cloaked in a silver robe with stitching of ferrets on the sleeves. He had a thick, gray mustache that was complemented by equally thick sideburns.
Lady Dainn was always beautiful, and tonight she dressed in a very special pink silk robe with bright red highlights. She wore a pink headdress to match, which wasn't as decorated as her robe, but still stood out with the bright red jewel in the center. Her eyes were slightly covered by a white fan she held up against her face, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she glanced at the guests. Gahl marched over to an empty seat beside Sir Saer, and watched as the guests took their own seats, letting the guards stand against the walls, still alert and ready for whatever the king would order them to do. "Gahl, how nice to see you this evening," Sir Saer told him in his husky, scratchy voice. "Same to you," Gahl whispered back. "Pardon my rudeness, but what were we addressing with the knights again?" Sir Saer nearly slammed his goblet down on the table, frothy ale spilling out of the top and onto his fingers. "We were addressing the issue of the threat to our planet," He told him. "A big ol' monster I hear, some say it ain't no monster an' its actually some kind o' space rock." "I remember now, thank you," Gahl replied as Saer lifted the goblet to his lips again.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the court," Lord Cuauhtl began as his wife took her seat beside her. "I would like us all to turn our attention to our guests, The Star Warriors of Sector Seven; Losio Bravo!" He rose his goblet as he spoke. "It is an honor to meet you all," Lady Dainn began. "It is rare for us to have guests of other worlds." "Indeed, many seem to feel imposed by the pow'r o' Halcandra," Sir Saer added. He gained a light chuckle from the knights across the table. "It is true that Halcandra is immensely powerful, but not so to divert this crisis," Gahl added, shuffling in his chair slightly. "Lets not get distracted by greetings and jokes, my friends. We must assess the matter at hand. Sir Xoloshalii, would you mind giving the breach?" Lord Cuauhtl spoke. A well dressed foreginer nodded to him in response, then cleared his throat. "Greetings, royals and members of the Halcandran Counsel. I am Sir Xoloshalii of Sector seven. As we all know, your planet as well as your neighbors are under threat. Word has been received by soldiers from Sector four - Malo Esperium - that your planet is next on Nightmare's list of rebels to be exterminated," the knight began.
Sir Gahl's attention focused from the knight's words to his appearance, since he couldn't imagine bold words coming from a being such as Gahl himself. He eyed Xoloshalii for a little while, trying to make sense of this extra terrestrial being that was sent to protect them. His face was oval shaped, with a broad, tear shaped snout and numerous whiskers that jutted out of the brown nose on the tip of his snout. He had dark spots that added a little something to his golden coat of fur, and he had rounded ears on the top of his head. The general also had bright azure eyes that stood out from the rest of his face. His body was tall and muscular, and his hands had a firm grip with sharp claws on the ends of his fingers. Gahl's son Leonidas would have easily called him a monster if he saw him. "We have concluded that a flaming ball of molten rock ten times the size of Halcandra is heading straight for your planet and will collide with it in approximately seventy days. That may not seem like much, but it will hit you a lot quicker than you expect. We believe that if we put your science and your technology with the calculating powers of Sector seven, you can divert the crisis and survive potential extinction."
This news shocked the counsel, and thoughts of worry and loss filled Gahl's head. This 'flaming ball of molten rock' was going to end any chance of life that Gahl and his family had. Leondias hadn't even seen five hundred summers yet, and this chaotic thing was going to make sure he wouldn't moving forward. This flaming thing is going to destroy me, my family, and my home. I sure hope these knights know what they're doing here.