Olimar and Louie ran, commanding their army of pikmin throughout this new, unexplored area. The landscape is sandy. Beyond the desert is a body of water, seemingly endless. The sun is sinking below the horizon as the world seems to turn orange. The nocturnal monsters that are feared so much are beginning their hunt. Olimar and Louie have barely enough time to reach the strange object hidden in the sand. It was another onion. It was silver and metallic. It created a blinding glare under the setting sun.
"Olimar!" radioed the ship to our fearless captain, "The sun is setting, we're going to have to abandon quest!"
"No," replied Olimar, "We can do this before dusk."
"It IS dusk, Olimar!"
"We can do this!"
"If you won't come to me, I'll come to you."
A large explosion was heard in the distance. The old ship Olimar uses on his expeditions flew from behind Olimar and planted itself in the sand, awaiting Olimar and Louie. Olimar ignored the ship and continued running, his army of pikmin following behind. Suddenly, an army of burrowing snagrets began appearing out of the sand. Olimar whistled as his fearless pikmin went on the offense. The once peaceful beach became a deadly brawl. Helpless pikmin were being snatched up and eaten by the merciless snagrets. The snagrets were outnumbered, but the pikmin were outmatched.
Olimar had reached the silver onion. He tapped it as it deployed out of the ground. It sprung up as a silver seed flung out of its top and into the ground. Olimar was about to pluck the newly formed silver pikmin, but a burrowing snagret popped out of the ground below him. In one solid movement, it plucked him from the ground. Captain Olimar was now in the grasp of a burrowing snagret. Louie appeared to the rescue. He had with him a red, yellow, blue, purple, and white pikmin. All of which had flowers. He tossed the purple one at the snagret's mouth. The purple pikmin latched onto Olimar, in attempt to pull him from the snagret's grasp. Under the hold of the snagret and the weight of the pikmin, Olimar slipped out of his helmet and fell to the ground. In seconds, he succumbed to the toxic oxygen. Captain Olimar was dead.
Louie was paralyzed with fear. He froze in his place, unable to move. Suddenly, the ship came to the rescue. It flew to Louie, colliding with the snagret on the way. The snagret lay on the ground, dead.
"Louie, get in!" said the ship, ready for him to enter.
"B-but… Olimar…" replied Louie.
"It's too late for him, just get in!"
Louie swiftly plucked the silver pikmin out of the ground. Instead of a nose, or ears, or gills, or hair, or red eyes, this pikmin had white wings protruding from its back. Its eyes were solid black. Louie looked back, seeing his pikmin dying in battle. He commanded the six he had with him to enter the silver onion, it was their only chance of survival. The onion lifted off the ground, ready to enter orbit as Louie entered the ship. At this point, the sun was now completely below the horizon. The ship was about ready to blast off when another snagret appeared. It plucked a hole in the ship's exterior. It had hit the engine. Various fluids leaked all over the ship's engine. A loud alarm sounded.
"WARNING! THE ENGINE HAS SUSTAINED FATAL DAMAGE. ENTERING EMERGENCY MODE. NOW DEPLOYING POD." screamed the ship as its top shot off into the sky, followed by the silver onion.
Rather than blasting off, the ship exploded in a blazing inferno. The blast engulfed the beach, killing everything in its path. Louie was dead. The blast had reached far into the sky. The pod, weakened, fell into the ocean with a splash. The silver onion had just barely evaded certain doom. It continued to rise into the sky, carrying the last of the pikmin species within it.
Our fearless captains are dead.
