Game of Chess
"Are you sure about this?" Fox asked.
"If I wasn't sure, then I wouldn't be doing it McCloud." I said.
"Alright." Fox opened the back hatch.
In front of me stood the world, it was dying. Kirby was down there trying to do the best he could. He was playing a game of chess, and he was losing against an army of pawns and bishops that were better trained, more agile, and bent on destruction.
His first knight fled. He forgot about his second one.
"You don't have to do this you know." Falco said.
"Yes I do," I replied, wielding my blade, "it's the world gentlemen. That's what is at stake. It isn't the city or the man, but the world. I don't expect you to follow me, but I expect you to trust me in my saying that it can be done. It doesn't have to end just yet."
They looked at me, they weren't doubtful, they were wishing there was another way out of this. They would help me later, they knew this. They also knew that if they did, that they would die in the process.
"It has been a pleasure flying with you." I said. I saluted, they saluted back.
I fell into the void. The hatch closed.
Kirby was fighting the army of subspace on a floating island in the middle of the universe. There was valiant cause but limited resource. The fate of existence rests with us. We choose to free ourselves from our oppression or submit to it.
I think I made my decision.
He was corned, and was out of energy and time.
I barrel rolled the landing and made a slaughterhouse. Fox flew the ship down and fired towards the swirling vortex known as Tabuu.
The massive formless evil charged, engulfed us all.
We failed. I failed. My belief was broken somehow.
The Knight has fallen, he has failed in his duty to protect his King. "Checkmate" is said. The pieces are put away. The game is over.
Play resumes again tomorrow.
