"K…Kirby's here! He's heading towards us!"
"Oh my gosh! What are we gonna do?"
"He'll get in the way. Get rid of him."
"Sir Meta-Knight what shall we do?"
Tiny bits of a former Meta Knight kept him from responding just for a moment. But deep wounds are hard to heal, even old wounds in that matter, and with that Meta Knight looked up, took a deep breath, and proclaimed…
"Soldiers near the deck, assume combat mode!"
Kirby… don't make us have to kill you. But… they're murders…
"Kirby's in the rocket valve!"
They didn't help me, you, or… Angry tears piled up in his eyes. I'll leave my crew to deal with him!
"Release Heavy Lobster! Quickly! Quickly!" The commander was doing a fine job of it already. Though he wished there was no other way.
"Kirby's behind the nozzle! Fix him!"
Of course they are just a corrupted bunch. They fight without any given reason at all other than "Destroy anyone who gets in my way!" The old Meta Knight perked up again. He could see the whole scene from his window.
"Prepare to take off! Blow Kirby away!"
Kirby… please… don't pursue…
"OK! Main engine ignition!"
"Take off!" The Commander seemed awfully excited. Meta Knight just felt plain awful, though old wounds are touched and hurt again.
"Kirby's been blown to the ocean!"
"That was sure close."
"I'll conquer Dream Land with the Halberd!" It was the Commnder who spoke.
He just wants to conquer, he doesn't even know why… Meta Knight's head suddenly hurt. He felt lost and confused. He felt the need to lie down.
"Our first target… Grape Garden!" And he left it at that as he collapsed on his bed. He felt sick. His vision became blurry as he stared long at the helmets of his old companions. If only I would have done something special for them… and that's the last thing he thought as he fell into a painful and corruptive sleep.