Just as I promised, here's a story that describes Kirby's part of Star Swashbucklers.

Fwoosh.

To be born of the earth would consider a creature to be mediocre; to be of the sky would enable one divine recognition.

To be born of the stars would mean to be blessed by a heavenly force.

A figure floated around in the dank, dark air of a run-of-the-mill prison cell, showing divine grace and leisure. It showed no fear at all, despite the fact that nothing else in the room was even intimidating.

The only thing in the room that seemed to look alive was a pink ball-like creature lying on the floor, unconscious.

It looked interesting, so the graceful figure did as she pleased, and simply floated down to it, out of mere curiosity. Master Zero wouldn't like this at all, but she supposed that there was no rule that said that she couldn't have a bit of fun...

Kirby was apparently sleeping—or at least, he was lightly napping. With each breath, he felt power flow into him, and negativity exit out of him. He called this meditation (his friends called it laziness), and with this process, he could break out...or at least get far enough to figure out how.

Then he sensed a presence.

With that, he broke from his little nap, and looked around, looking from here to there, seeing what was spying on him. When he saw nothing, he called out for the entity to show themselves. No response. He tried getting up, but saw that his foot was shackled to a ball and chain. Speaking of his foot...he saw that he had none on, which made him feel rather...naked. "Well, that's just peachy."

He tried jumping, but that was greatly reduced thanks to the iron ball. He walked around in both pain and strain. And, to the horror of it all, he couldn't puff up and float all around, even if he tried without the chains. Heck, he couldn't even inhale! Zero must've been planning this with some sort of magic...

Then he felt the presence again; he thought he heard a chuckle. "Hey, this isn't funny!" he cried. He struggled even more against the ball, trying different tactics, doing different things from different angles, and he even drew a plan on the floor with a nearby rock. Nothing worked, however, as he worked him to sweating. Suddenly, a pep brew appeared from behind him. "Thanks," he wearily breathed. He drank some of the brew, but it wasn't long before a thought came to him...

With a "pppfffft," all the brew he drank was immediately spat out, and he quickly turned around to see the entity that was spying on him. The creature looked just as surprised to see him as he pulled into a defensive stance.

It looked like a sweet kind of creature, but after the Dreamstalk incident, he could never be sure. It was about his size, with appropriate body proportions, making it look anthropomorphic. It had on a mage's outfit, pink with a simple design built into it. It was funny that it's hands floated off of it's body with a lighter color than it's skin. "Who are you?" asked the pink warrior.

The creature shuffled its cartoonish pink-and-purple mage hat. Its silver buckle shone. "Why, I'm your guard! You're currently in our top prison, Sunny Base!"

Those last four words were more ironic than Kirby himself. "What do you mean "Sunny Base"? I'm in a cell of gloom!" he said with a sputter. He was about to assume that the thing was psychotic. "How the heck am I even supposed to trust you? You're my guard, and better yet, I'm in a prison, so you might be a deranged prisoner or something!" Then he was pushed to the bars of his stereotypical cell.

Then he saw the impossible.

He saw a base, of course. But it had little rays of light shining in, with everything coldly mechanical and what not. Heck, there was only water in the base, with subs floating here and there...

As well as little islets of actual grass.

Grass, flowers,trees...even small houses!

Kirby was absolutely surprised. And that's just an understatement.

It seemed like eternities before Kirby turned to the mage. She was waiting for him to turn around so that she may pick at him even more for calling her a name. "Uh..."

"Took you long enough," she sighed. "And for your information, I am deranged, but I'm no prisoner. I have a name, and that name is Moe Keys."

...

"Are you sure it isn't Moky, or Monkey, or—"

"No, no, stop. Just don't." Just another one who would rather see if there had been a mistake in her name. "I'm your ward, and I'm the one here who says that you can't get out unless directed by me. I'm Zero's most trusted officer!" This wasn't really true at all, she knew. Zero couldn't trust her to lead an armada to Popstar; she'd had them throw a party instead. She wore spotted bowties to meetings, brought in bunnies to the generals, or just slingshots little pebbles at the Major Dark Matter, perhaps out of dislike of his way of leading an army or handling things. Because of these actions, Zero grudgingly put her up to the task of guarding Kirby.

This kind of task was a task that she did not mind at all; she had heard about Kirby time and again, and was rather fascinated about him. In fact, the real reason that she was satisfied with being his guard was because she wanted to hear about his adventures and pester him to insanity.

She wasn't expecting a simple conversation. "My name is Moe Keys, and that's all that it'll ever be."

"Can I shorten it to Moe?"

"Nope."

"Key?"

"Ugh, no!"

"Keydra? Monica? MOES-RIBLE?"

"No, nope, and if you dare call me that one, I will turn you into a bubblegum ball!" Honestly, that was pretty terrible.

But in truth, she wanted the nickname Moe, indeed. She's just too shy to admit it.

By no means was Kirby even in the mood to talk to his own guard, but she seemed so...interesting.

Not in that kind of way. Just in a way that made her seem like another Gooey to him. But she had her duties. Why did she seem interested in his presence, anyways?

Whatever that case may be, he just went back to discreetly sulking in himself. "I don't even know what I did for this."

Moe Keys audibly scoffed. "You killed Zero. Twice. And the Major Dark Matter. And ate his troops..." She counted on her entire hand these reasons, with only two fingers and a thumb—all she had for a hand. "Pretty sure it should be obvious..." He was expecting her to have a look of acid, but really, she only squinted playfully at him. "The point is...well...yeah..." Of course.

Kirby was struck. He didn't expect Zero to actually go this far. Well...actually, he knew Zero would go that far. "How long do I have to stay?"

"Well, since you're not necessarily needed anymore, until he decides to kill you, or for eternity!" She sounded so cheerful about that.

Another wave of woe drowned Kirby, and he hung his...head low, unable to show any hope. He didn't want to die, or even waste his life in a cold, stone cell, with a guard that would most likely talk to him from time to time, choosing when to bring him out to and fro.

Wait. Maybe that might do it.

A smile slowly stretched across his face as he looked at Moe Keys. This made her blush a bit. "What are you looking at?"

"You did say that you had the absolute power and stuff to bring me out of here for some time, right?" Kirby was hoping that Moe Keys was dumb enough to oblige.

Thankfully, this was going his way. "Of course! I could walk all over the base with you or even to the ends of Dreamland, just as long as you're within the same area as me!"

Now was his chance! "Alright, Moe Keys. Could I get a little introduction to the base...and maybe even a little tour all around? Can we..." he hesitated. Dare he say it: "...have a bit of fun? I mean, it'll be great to go around the base, or get to know eachother!"

Fortunately, she may have saw through this, but apparently liked this idea whatsoever. "Ahhhh, I see...Very well, I shall enable this. But," she continued, "you can't get away from me!" With that, she made a simple key appear out of thin air, and inserted it into the lock. She turned to Kirby, in happiness and excitement. "Ready?"

Kirby, in his own anticipation, only used his somewhat native tongue to reply. "Poyo!"

With a giggle, Moe Keys opened the door with a single twist on the key, and the doors opened, unknowingly starting a new adventure for the pink hero.

I promised it, not the actual quality.

So we have a new character, Moe Keys, or, if you want to shorten it, Moe.

Have a picture of her: h *t t* p*s :* / / s 3*.amaz*onaws.*com**/*c**olorslive*/jp*g_*512x512/2718037-pxlfZa-rVCjMlg-U.*****jpg Remove the spaces. And asterisks...I hope. If it doesn't work out, I'll see what I can do. Don't judge me.

In the meantime, here ya go, Cash-I mean, Nash! Again, if you need help, just ask!

Now fwoosh.