Fearless Souls

by Jigglypuff Sucks

A group of teenage rebels join the Smash Mansion where they'll make new friends and new enemies. SamusxOC ZeldaxOC PeachxOC Rated M for blood, slight sexual content, violence, and swearing. Chapter 1 has been edited, so you might want to reread it. I'll be editing almost all of the other chapters as well. I'll be trying to add to this story as much as possible in the future.

1. Ambushed

Fearless Souls

A/N FIrst Fanfic, no flames but constructive critisism allowed. Okay, I... have... gutted this chapter so it'll be so much less lame. And this'll be the last time I'm editing THIS chapter.

Disclaimer! I DO NOT OWN SMASH BROS.!

"Hmm, these smashers are becoming much too old. They're beginning to weaken. We're going to need some new blood in this mansion if we want to remain in business. Wait a second... a rebellion on a strange planet called Hantora. Perfect!" Master Hand then began typing an invitation on his computer. "I'll inform the smashers immediately."

-20 minutes later-

Samus' PoV

Looks like Master Hand's bringing in some new recruits, that's the only reason for this assembly at least. Master Hand then floated up onto the stage and told everyone to quiet down. He simply said that we'd be getting some new recruits. Everyone then crowded around Master Hand, asking questions about who they were. As for me, I wouldn't give a damn if they were ants. I told myself that they'd probably be douchebags just like everybody else here. The only person here I got along with was Pikachu, even though I couldn't understand him. Boy would I be wrong.

-On Hantora-

The weather was dark and stormy, rain clouds extended past the horizon and showed no sign of stopping. Of course, for Shaun and his squdron this was perfect... they fought better in the rain. Shaun Wolf was only 16 years of age but still showed more wisdom than innocence. As he always says, "Hantora will do crazy shit to ya." Shaun was about 5'2", but still could kill a man almost twice his size, he's done it before. He had long, wavy blonde hair but looked fairly scrawny even with the fact he could lift about 600 pounds. He was trained to fight like the best by his uncle, Patrick Wolf, who was an avid hater of the rebellion and taught him to hate them as well. His parents were almost never there for him. Though his mother wasn't at fault. She was bedridden with a deadly virus that no one could identify and was basically about to die at any second. But his father was a different story. He was a drunk who, before Shaun was trained, would beat him until he either got tired or Shaun was unconcious. So, to cut it short, life was hell for Shaun Wolf.

In his squadron was Blake Connors, an aspiring young man who almost hated their despotate government as much as him. He was basically Shaun's right-hand man and proved an astounding young fighter at age 15. He was probably the thing Shaun ever got the closest to loving as they were almost like brothers. He was 5'8" with short, black hair and had slight hints of muscles. His parents worked for the government as what people called order preservers, who basically kept the peace. But what they really did was kill people who even talked badly about the government. Blake didn't really care at first but when he realized what they did as order preservers; he ran off to his grandmother's house. His grandmother was another hater of the government and was 85 years old, a miracle on Hantora. But one night, in a bout of painful irony, Blake's parents raided Blake's grandmother's house and killed her in her sleep. He could still remember the screams of agony in the next room, like the shriek of a banshee. His parents then came into his room and gave him a choice; to come and live with them, or live alone. Blake, in a fit of rage, yelled that he would rather die than live with them. And his parents then left. The black-haired teenager never saw them again.

There was also Jason Sanderson, who was 15 years as well. He never really had much intelligence but made up for it with brute strength. He had brown-ish hair and was 5'11". His parents died of starvation, which was the shared fate of many parents on that planet. Then there was Peter Robinson, who was 14 years old and was great with a gun but never really seemed like he cared if he was going to die, just so long as he could continue to crack jokes about everything. He had really long, blonde hair and was about 5'7". His parents died right after he was born and was raised by his brother, Dave, until he died of cancer when he was 13. The last member was Rick Sanchez, who was sort of the brains of the whole group. He was about 5'9", but nobody knew what color his hair was, as it was constantly hidden under a baseball cap. 'Even when he went to sleep', some people had said. He never had much of a family except for the squadron. Nobody knew what happened to his family, because he wouldn't tell anybody.

All of these teenagers had a common enemy... Vladimir Kronos, the ruler of Hantora that kept all the other people in poverty while he lived his pampered lifestyle. He would kill people off or send them to prison camps for the stupidest reasons, just to get his sick kicks. Anyway, Shaun and his troop were heading down the streets of Hantora towards their target: the comms headquarters. You see, Hantora's a big planet with big dreams, that's why we need a comms station, or at least that's the bullshit Vladimir told the Hantorans. The troop was nearing the comms building until they heard a small beeping noise. As if by instinct, Shaun knew what it meant, "RUN!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. As soon as the troop got a safe distance away, there was a huge BOOM, that shook the earth beneath them and before they knew it, the building in front of them was collapsing in an ear-deafening catyclysm. This was followed by a barrage of gunfire. It was an ambush.

A/N Sorry if it's too short, I just wanted to introduce the characters in this chapter. Hope it's better now.