First, let's get a few things out of the way before we start. "(...)" means that the speaker is thinking, an italicised sentence or words encased in quotation marks means that the speaker is whispering, "[...]" is the translation of whatever the speaker said, italics and bold used together is for emphasis, and italics by themselves mean that people are singing.
Disclaimer (can't forget about this!): I don't own the Lilo franchise or the Kirby franchise. Lilo and her respective characters belong to Disney, and Kirby and his respective characters belong to HAL Laboratory and Nintendo.
And now, for the prologue you've all been waiting for. Let's get this show on the road!
Lilo and Kirby: The Movie
Prologue
A large blue penguin stood upon a floating hovercraft which shackled his legs, and his brown-gloved hands were chained together. He wore a red lab-coat, a white undershirt, black boots, and a red hat with a golden jewel embedded in it. He was glaring with angry sapphires at one of the guards while waiting for the door to the Grand Councilwoman to open so that he may rest his case. After some more waiting, the door finally opened and the hovercraft brought him, much to his chagrin, to the faces of many other Cappies.
The Grand Councilwoman, who wore a white dress that accentuated her yellow skin, ruby stud earrings, had reddish-purple eyes and heavily curly yellow hair, sat upon a blue throne.
"Ah, Dr. Dedede," one of her associates began, "once the pride of the Cappy race, now reduced to a criminal. I never thought I'd see it happen."
An uproar started up, and all the Cappies stated their mutual feelings.
"(Criminal? !)" her associate was right, Dedede knew, but he still took offense to this; "criminal" was a word he'd never use to describe himself.
His statement left him steaming, but the penguin said nothing, for fear of digging a deeper hole, and simply hung his head to hide his blush of anger; he bet all the Cappies in the audience took this as a sign of shame.
"Enough," the Grand Councilwoman spoke up; finally, he thought, the fact that he was chained up was enough humiliation, "let's get to the reason we are all here. You," she pointed to Dr. Dedede, "are here for illegally crafting and harboring experiments, am I correct?"
The penguin nodded without hesitation, "(What was the use of lying?)"
"He admits it!" another uproar, "He actually admitted it!"
The Councilwoman lifted a hand to silence the crowd, still keeping a straight face.
"Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
Just then, one of the guards, dressed in white, came up and whispered something in her ear, and they then had a quiet conversation. Dr. Dedede tried to lean in to hear whatever they were talking about, but it was all in vain.
When they finished, the guard stepped away, and she called, "Bring in the captured experiment."
The penguin was slightly shocked, and the hovercraft turned around to allow him to see the door open, revealing his creation on a hovercraft similar to his, only a force-field prevented him from getting away. The crowd stared at his creation, as the hovercraft carried it next to Dr. Dedede.
It was an eight inch tall pink puffball with flaps for arms, permanent light red blushes, and red shoe-feet. It also had grey spots on its body, a set of three claws on its hands, pink antennae, and three back-spikes. Were it not for these dangerous appendages and that evil glint in his seemingly innocent, sparkly sapphire eyes, one might think he was cute and harmless—well, even with them he's still cute, but you would think twice about holding and hugging him. The crowd of Cappies entered "Cuteness Overload", as they sat drooling with wide eyes fixated to his form.
However, the Grand Councilwoman and her associates were not fazed at the least and expressed it with a flat:
"And what… is this…?"
"Experiment 626," Dr. Dedede gladly explained, "he is designed to think as fast as and is as smart as a super-computer, to lift objects three-thousand times his size, and can inhale enemies and copy their abilities." The words rolled so easily off his tongue you could hardly tell he made this pink puffball of cuteness yesterday. "He is also capable of great destruction, as he is programmed to bring cities to their deaths, block off sewer lines, reverse road signs, and steal everyone's left shoe. He is also capable to learn at a great capacity."
Everyone grumbled at this, and, in the midst of all the confusion, the Grand Councilwoman felt someone tug at her dress. She looked down, and saw it was her daughter, who wore a similar white dress, had pale yellow skin, long hair the same color as her skin pulled back into a ponytail by one purple and two orange clasps, and orange shoe-feet.
Her innocent emeralds stared up at her as she said, "I don't think that cute puffball is dangerous. Let's hear it speak, Mama!"
The crowd agreed with the girl's suggestion, and she, being the reasonable lady she was, granted their request.
"Very well," the Grand Councilwoman turned to the pink puffball, who was busy trying to carve a drawing into the force-field with his claw; it wasn't working obviously, and he started slashing at it in pure frustration. "Experiment 626…"
At hearing his name, he stopped what he was doing and stared at her; the icy glare she received, whether intentional or not on the creation's part, was evident she, and many others, weren't going to like what they were going to hear.
But she continued confidently, "…what have you to say to this?"
The creature then gained a savage grin for a split second, and stood in a thinking pose. The crowd edged forward in their seats, awaiting his cute words of wisdom and happiness. He then said something that was totally not cute:
"Meega… nala… queesta poyo~!" and then evilly laughed as all the Cappies fell from their seats, gagging at the very sound of those words.
The Grand Councilwoman's daughter had no idea what the words meant, but was somehow instinctively disgusted and angered by his quip.
Perhaps it was inheritance…
…perhaps it was not.
Dr. Dedede couldn't help cringing and glaring with one sapphire eye at his creation; this was definitely going to soil his reputation, if it wasn't ruined already.
"This is an outrage!" another one of her associates exclaimed, "How could such a pink cute puffball have such a foul mouth? !"
The Experiment seemed to have taken pleasure out of this, as it skipped around its cage chanting "poyo" rather happily. Another uproar, and it was quickly silenced.
"Guards, take Dr. Dedede into custody. This court is hereby adjourned."
The guards disappeared from around her seat, and the large blue penguin's eyes widened.
"W-wait a minute!" he spluttered, "Don't I get a chance to explain myself?"
"You've explained enough, Dr. Dedede—" she was interrupted by another associate of hers.
"Yeah! Besides, we wouldn't want to hear your idiot scientist's mouth any day of the week!"
The Grand Councilwoman rolled her eyes, deeply disgusted by some of her associates' lack of manners, while the large penguin was utterly enraged by their term for him and decided to voice it:
"Idiot Scientist? I prefer the term EVIL GENIUS! !" as he said so, the door was opened and he was carried back to the base to prison.
The lights then shined upon Experiment 626, and he covered his eyes for a moment before he resumed to playfully running around, scrapping the force-field with his claws.
"And what should we do with him?" the one who hasn't spoken the whole time asked.
He had on rather unnecessary black-framed sunglasses with the Roman numeral two on each orange lens, wore a navy blue suit and lavender tie, and black dress shoes. He had short, black hair with green stripes and exceedingly pale skin, and a polite smile seemed forever plastered on his face.
"Ah, Captain Servick, remind me to commend you on your manners," she praised him. "And help the guards take him to the special containment unit. I don't think a regular cell will hold him, and keep him there until I figure out what to do with him."
"Gladly, and with pleasure." he got up, twirling his gun, and then he was gone.
The door was opened, and the Experiment found himself being pulled back into the base on the hovercraft, just as his creator was. He was forming a plan on how to free both himself and Dr. Dedede, but it was scrapped once his sapphires saw he was heading a different direction. The hovercraft took him to a port on the opposite side of the building, where two guards and Captain Servick waited for him, a button ready to press to release him from his temporary prison.
"Get ready," he told the guards, and they stood firm.
"…Poyo…?"
The moment he pressed the button, the guards pulled 626 out of the hovercraft forcefully. Cries of "poyo" echoed throughout the base, as they dragged him across the corridor.
"(No…)" he mentally whimpered, "(not gonna allow them to capture me again. I must escape…)"
He then tried to pull away from the guards; it was working… for a while. He thrashed about, causing the guards a whole lot of inconvenience, but they still dragged him along, his claws creating long, thick ragged lines of destruction across the floor. The pink puff pulled his claws out of the floor and clung to the wall, his sharp, durable nails digging uselessly into it; they still managed to round the corner, albeit a little more slowly than they would've liked. Captain Servick kept an eye on him, rather surprised that the two guards could handle this puffball of great destruction.
"(Perhaps, Dr. Dedede was bluffing after all…)" and then he noticed the huge claw lines in the floor and in the wall, and he sighed, "(Hoo boy, I don't get paid enough for this…)"
He then followed the guards, his stun gun ready to fire in case Experiment 626 managed to wiggle out of their grasp. The guards managed to shackle his arms together, in a fashion similar to the finger trapper, and Captain Servick snapped his fingers once he caught up, as if to say, "I'll take it from here."
The two nodded, dropped the pink puffball as if he were a sack of hot potatoes, and went on their way. 626 landed with a squeak, in a daze, but managed to regain his composure to glare at the young man, complete with a growl. He realized Captain Servick's mistake, and with a smirk, got up and started to run.
"Oh, no, you don't!" his stun gun turned into a rope-gun with the press of a button, and he aimed at him and pulled the trigger.
The rope sought its target, and, once it found it, wrapped itself around the pink puff, who squealed with surprise. The rope then snapped back to the young man, unwrapping itself from around 626 as it did, and the captain caught him as he flew past single-handedly. He chuckled to himself as he stared at the pink puffball, the icy glare he received from those sapphires taken for granted.
"Hey-hey, you are cute…!" Captain Servick found himself going into a mild version of the "Cuteness Overload", and he proceeded to rub at its cheek with his finger, "Goochie, goochie-!"
Big mistake, as the pink puff forcefully closed his mouth around his finger, causing him pain.
"GAH! !" he pulled his finger out of its mouth, "You bit me! I can't believe you bit me!"
He was obviously outraged. He tightened his grip around the pink puff, so much so that 626 let out a small "poyo" of pain.
"I'll show you not to mess with Captain Servick! !" the young man arched his arm to throw him against the wall, but he calmed down and lowered his arm, and loosened his grip.
He then glared at the pink puff, a devious smirk on his face, and said, "I know exactly what to do with you now."
The pink creature couldn't help feeling his black heart drop, but didn't let any traces of fear settle upon his face. Instead, he continued to glare at Captain Servick, as he whisked him away to a control panel, pressed a button, and a large hole slowly opened up in the ceiling, allowing a large blue transparent hamster ball to slowly drop down dramatically in front of them. A metallic base came up from under the hamster ball, and held it in place. A robotic hand then came down with a syringe and headed for 626. He bit at it to keep it away, but the robotic hand was smarter, and it pushed the syringe into his side, draining just enough of his purple blood into the container to work the machine. The pink puffball whimpered when it forcefully pulled its needle out, and he growled at it afterwards in contempt.
Captain Servick, in one quick motion, unshackled him and tossed him into the large hamster ball, just as the robotic hand pushed the syringe into a mechanism in its base, and the machine took the sample of blood, now coded to attack only him. The opening at the top of his prison closed, sealing off his only way to escape.
The pink puffball set his now unshackled hands on the side of the hamster ball and growled, "Poyo! ? Poyo poyo, poyo! [You think you can keep me in here? ! I'll be outta here in no time!]"
The young man chuckled, "Just try it." he provoked.
626 raised its claw, ready to slash at the hamster ball, but stopped and stared at Captain Servick.
"(There has to be a reason why he's so confident.)" he thought, suddenly suspicious about the whole thing.
Captain Servick, however, kept a firm, confident look, his sunglasses gleaming as he smiled smugly, "(Yes, go ahead and slash at the hamster ball, 626… I dare ya; see what happens…)"
Images flew through his mind, grotesque images of what would happen if he went with the motion; he then took the option that would most likely keep him unharmed, alive even.
"Poyo…" he whimpered, and backed down.
"Hm…" Captain Servick's smug smile warped into a victorious one, "I guess you're not as stupid as I thought you were; Dedede made sure of that."
626 looked up at the mention of his creator, "Poyo? [Huh?]" he then jumped to his feet and made as if he were clenching his fists, "Poyo, poyo-poyo? ! [Where is he? ! Is he safe? !]"
"Oh, he's safe, alright. But I'm not telling you where he is." 626 sagged, and Captain Servick smirked, and then he snapped his fingers, "Guards,"—a pair of guards appeared at his side—"watch this abomination and make sure he doesn't get any ideas. I've got other stuff to do." he then exited the room, and the guards took their stations.
The experiment sighed and sat down in defeat, "Poyo… (Well, at least he's safe… I'll just have to escape on my own. If I even manage to…)"
After about thirty minutes, he was starting to get bored, so, to take his attention off his situation, he took one of his nails and used it to lightly draw circles in the hamster ball, but the hamster ball took this as a sign of escaping, so it charged up electricity and shocked him.
"AHH! Poyo! Poyo!" he begged for it to stop, and, once it did, he panted heavily.
He then glared at it before crossing his arms and pouting, looking rather pitiful. After another thirty minutes passed, he tried tapping his claw against the hamster ball; he smirked once he saw there were no repercussions for doing so, and figured that his nail must not be on its surface long enough for it to register that it was a threat. He tapped against the surface monotonously, allowing a half a second pause between each tap. The two guards found themselves twitching after a while; the noise even bothered the pink extraterrestrial puff.
One couldn't take it anymore and shouted angrily at him, "Keep it quiet over there!"
He grinned, seeing that it annoyed them, and kept doing it, regardless of the sound annoying him as well; as a matter of fact, it was a little more fun now.
"Aw, great!"
The other guard glared at him through his mask, as if to say "You should've kept your mouth shut!" The guard jumped out of his seat, the pink puffball giggling as it knowingly bugged the heck out of them.
He ran over to the control panel and pushed up a lever, "This should shut you up."
626 felt his claw tingle and it wasn't long before a high voltage coursed throughout his small body. He screamed in pain, and he felt his round body pulsate each time he was thrown against the electrifying walls of the hamster ball.
"Poyo! POYOOO! !" he screeched, begging for the guard to stop.
"What's that?" he cupped his hand over his ear, "Oh, you want me to up the voltage?" 626 protested by waving his arms and shaking his head, "Okay!" the guard "obliged."
He yelled even harder and involuntarily started to inhale. The pink puff sucked up the sparks until the hamster ball couldn't produce any more electricity. The guards gasped as they watched him transform: his light pink color faded into a powerful green, a gold crown appeared on his forehead with a turquoise at the crest, and large plumes of yellow-green lightning shot up from his crown. He looked enraged, and his sapphires burned with fury. 626 then proceeded to charge up energy, and it flowed from his crown to his body.
The guards sweat-dropped, and one of them said, "This isn't going to end well."
"Poyooo! Poyo, poyo! [Now let's see how you like it when you're the ones being electrocuted!]" he shouted, and at that moment they ran, just as he released that energy in a huge electrical wave, and it destroyed everything in the room.
The guards kept running, even stumbling over each other, and the alarms went off, the corridors flashing red and white. Soon, 626 crawled out of the debris, obviously exhausted from his attack. He still kept his new ability, however, and it wasn't long before he realized he had escaped. He panted awhile, a psychopathic grin on his face, before he proceeded to rampage the base, all the while searching for a way to escape the base entirely. In another part of the base, Captain Servick was relaxing in a beach chair, having done his duty thirty minutes earlier.
"Ah, this is the life—" suddenly the alarm blared, and the blue room periodically flashed red.
He jumped out of his chair, "What in the world-? !"
A screen came down from the ceiling, and it turned on, showing 626 in a new form rampaging the building. He groaned, adjusting his glasses, "That pink puff is really starting to get on my nerves…"
Captain Servick then picked up his gun from the table, twirled it, and went on his way. Meanwhile, the experiment was surrounded by guards.
"You can't escape."
"Poyo…" he looked around, "(Okay, probably not my best choice of directions…)"
626 then looked up, and saw a vent; he had just found his way, and smirked. He inhaled a lot of air, and the guards were wondering what he was doing, but before they could figure it out, he expelled the air downwards, pushing himself up towards the vent. The guards then realized and tried to catch him by jumping up, but they all missed by an inch and ended up being a pile on the floor. The green puff giggled, and pointed his hand at the vent and shot green orbs at each corner. He dodged the vent as it came down, but the guards were not as lucky; he giggled again and waved his arm as if to say "Bye bye!"
Right when he found himself inside, he saw Captain Servick run up.
"Where is he?" he heard, but he didn't hear anything else, so he figured the guards must've pointed at the vent.
626 had to hurry; he knew he had some kind of rope-gun thingy, and he surely didn't want to get caught on the receiving end again.
"Are you crazy? ! Who knows what kind of…" he muttered a word, "…he could do inside the ventilation system? !"
He pushed himself up against the wall, and jumped to grab the ledge above. He succeeded, and pulled himself up. The green puff figured Captain Servick said "damage" or "destruction", but as a matter of fact, even he wasn't planning on destroying the ventilation system. He was smart enough, and then some, to know that these ducts are fragile, and one mistake, one slip-up, could send him plummeting into either Captain Servick's or the guards' hands below, and he wasn't planning on getting caught by either of them.
But just because it was fragile meant it would be much more fun to destroy!
"(No… escape now, destroy later…)"
…Perhaps…if he destroyed a little…
"(No!)"
…But, that alarm… it was surely annoying the heck out of him, but saying sorry to the pair of guards was definitely not on his "To Do List." He then found some wires at the end of the shaft, and didn't hesitate to ready his claw and cut all of them off. To his relief and pleasure, the alarm stopped, but to his displeasure, the lights were cut off as well. He sighed; he should've thought this through.
He then smirked, "(Wait a minute! With all the lights off, they won't be able to see me, and I have my own light.)"
626 held up his hand, drawing energy from his crown to his finger, and he used it to see. He came to another vent below and spotted Captain Servick and his guards.
"Now what?" the leader asked; he must be responding to the lights going off.
He quickly hid his light before any of them could see.
"H-he cut off the power, Sir…"
There was silence, and then a groan, "I knew putting all the wires in the ventilation system was a bad idea, but does anybody listen to me? Nooo-o."
The green puff silently giggled at their situation before he continued through the ventilation system. There were more wires, but he ignored them after a great deal of inner debate. He sat there for a moment, taking a breather. Just then, he looked up without knowing why, and saw another vent. He smirked, shooting green orbs at the screws before sidestepping the falling vent. Suddenly, all the lights came back on, and that blasted alarm sounded again, taking the poor experiment by surprise.
"AHH! Poyo! Poyo!" he covered his unseen ears, trying desperately to block out the loud noise, his eyes squeezed shut and his "teeth" clenched, (It hurts! !)"
626 was disoriented as he stumbled around; he felt tears, resultant from the pain, stinging his eyes, and, without thinking, he slashed the air. He didn't even know what he was doing, and the green puff stumbled and slashed again, this time taking out the wiring.
"Poyo! Poyo-poyo!"
He slashed uncontrollably, unknowingly destroying the whole wiring panel, sabotaging it so much that it couldn't be fixed again. 626 didn't even know the alarm stopped blaring, at least until he regained control and stopped his pain-induced slashing rampage. He panted, opening his eyes, and let the area come into his vision. He rubbed at his temples, trying to calm his throbbing head, "…Poyo…" and, once he regained his composure, sighed.
"AW, COME ON! !" the green puffball shook in surprise.
No doubt that that was Captain Servick, and 626 smirked before climbing up the opening. He couldn't see a thing in the room, only a slight radius ahead and behind. He decided to remedy that and drew energy from his crown to his finger again, and held it up to see.
"Ahh… wow…"
He was in a room full of police cruisers, and he stood in awe as he looked around. 626 deviously smiled when one of them caught his interest, "(Perfect…)"
Captain Servick, meanwhile, had found a flashlight on his person and he sighed, "Finally…"
One of the guards pulled out a video tracking device, and he paled underneath his mask.
"Uh… sir?"
"Yes…?" he drawled.
"626 is going into the deck!"
"What? ! Come on!" he dragged the guard carrying the tracking device while the others followed, "If we hurry, we might be able to stop him!"
They ran through corridor after blank, white corridor until they got into the hangar, taser guns ready. That's when they noticed him climbing into one of the police cruisers.
"There he is!"
"Get him!"
626 looked behind and noticed the guards and Captain Servick running to the ship.
"Poyo!" he squeaked.
He hurriedly got inside and looked at the controls, and then back at his captors.
"You won't escape, you little abomination!"
The green puffball frantically pressed a green button, and it rolled up the windows just in time for the guards to bump their heads against it. He giggled, and then he pressed another button to open the hangar, revealing a starry, black "sky". 626 pressed a button on the steering wheel and prepared for takeoff. In no time, the police cruiser rose into the air and blasted off, blue fire erupting from the back-turbines. The resultant wind knocked the guards off their feet and back to where Captain Servick stood.
He face-palmed, "…He just did…"
"And with the red one, too…" the guard with the tracking device complained, "You know, that was my favorite police cruiser. And one day, when I get promoted from 'guard' to a Galactic Police Officer, I wanted to get the red one. Now I'll never get the chance…" he choked up.
The Captain sighed, "Don't worry… we'll build another one. But first Experiment 626 should be our only worry as of now."
The guard, after wiping away a tear, nodded. Captain Servick, after watching 626 escape, got an idea:
"Ah! I know what we'll do!" he grabbed the guard with the tracking device, "There's a hidden camera in every police cruiser. We'll use that to see what he's doing." he then pointed to the other two guards, "You two,"—they stiffened up as they awaited his order—"take the police cruisers and go after him. We must not let him escape!"
They obliged, and the leader with the guard in tow ran out of the hangar to the computer room. Meanwhile, 626 was looking back at the base, and he laughed as he turned back to the controls, "(What an easy escape. I barely broke a sweat-)"
Just then, his stolen police cruiser suffered a laser to the side.
"Ah!" he squeaked, before he looked back to see who fired at him.
He growled when he saw the two guards, each in their own cruiser, "(Curse those guards! They just don't know when to quit…!)"
626 pushed a button, and it activated a blaster; he grinned savagely, and maneuvered the blaster towards one, and pressed it again. A plasma beam shot from it, and the guards gasped and dodged it. But that wasn't enough for the green puffball, and he pressed it multiple times while aiming the gun at an abnormally speedy rate. The two blue police cruisers found themselves doing a number of things to avoid the beams, from zigzagging to swerving.
One of the guards had enough, and said, "All right… if that's what you want…"
He pressed a number of buttons, activating the biggest weapon of all: the laser cannon. The puffball looked back and gasped when he saw it, his eyes widening. The guard took careful aim, snickering to himself, and he flipped open the case to a red button, which controlled the laser cannon.
His finger hovered over it, "Bye bye, 626…"
Just then, Captain Servick's voice erupted from the intercom, "What in heaven's name are you doing? !"
The abrupt call caused the guard to flinch, and he answered, "Getting rid of this pesky little puffball…!"
"No," his voice said bluntly, "the Galactic Federation wants him back alive."
"But… he gets on my nerves…!" the guard seethed through his teeth, his finger still hovering over the button.
"I know he does," Captain Servick began, "but… you're just gonna have to deal with it, just as I deal with it."
Silence took reign over the conversation, except for the deep, shaky breaths the guard took to calm himself. Just when his leader was about to say something, the guard grudgingly, with a hint of anger, said, "Fine…"
"Good."
The green puffball was surprised; he had no idea what had just happened, but somehow, for some reason, the guard didn't go through with his lethal attack. He figured Captain Servick had something to do with it; probably something about not killing fugitives. 626 looked back and saw that the guard's police cruiser was unarmed. He smirked, and went back to the controls, and right then his sapphires chanced upon a big, red button, and he smirked even more; he was a huge fan of big, red buttons.
Meanwhile, back at the computer room, Captain Servick had managed to get the main computer back online by the use of a battery. The main computer showed 626 slam his fist down onto the big, red button.
His eyes widened beneath his sunglasses, "Oh, no… Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, NO!"
The guard looked at him and sweat-dropped, "He just pressed the big, red button, didn't he?"
The young man sighed, slouched over the computer, "Yes… yes, he did…" he looked at the guard, a worried expression upon his features, "He's activating Hyper Drive…!"
The guard gasped, went over to the intercom system, pulled out the mike, and yelled, "Guards! Stop him!"
Meanwhile, 626 had his flaps for hands on the steering wheel, and a monotone female voice came over the speakers, "System charging."
The green puffball smirked, and looked back to the enemy police cruisers; they were doing exactly what he wanted them to do, and he gained a sinister glint in his sapphire eyes. The guards were oblivious to this, and flew to either side of the red police cruiser. They pressed hard against it, futilely trying to prevent his H-Drive. He cackled, and ignored the computer's warning and the alarm blaring inside of his ship; it was probably something about no guidance or whatever, but he didn't care.
He just wanted to get the heck out of there.
Captain Servick then realized something, and took the intercom system's mike out of the guard's hands and exclaimed, "Get back! Get away from that ship! That's an order! Nothing you can do will stop him!"
"But, sir—!" one of the guards tried to protest.
"That. Is. An. Order!" he iterated, teeth clenched.
The guards exchanged glances, but ultimately decided to follow their captain's command.
"(That's one crazy puffball…)" Captain Servick thought, his fist tightening.
"Navigation failure," the computer went unheeded once again.
626 chuckled, his hand inching toward the lever, and he shot a glare at wherever the voice that dared tell him what to do was coming from.
"Do not engage hyper…" unknowingly, the captain was saying this at the same time.
But it was once again ignored, and the green puffball eagerly pushed up the lever. The ship was then enveloped in a bright light, and it shot off throughout space, the resultant sonic boom destroying and sending the remaining space debris everywhere.
Captain Servick watched this with awestruck disbelief for a while, before he fell to his knees and rubbed at his temples, pitifully muttering, "Get me Galactic Control…"
Meanwhile, standing on the roof of the base was a round and dark blue creature with purple shoe-feet. He wore a round, silver metal mask, curved dark gray pauldrons with gold trim and a blue cape with a slightly high, light green back-collar. His majestic cape flowed with the wind, and his white mitten-clad hands held binoculars up to his eyes, and he watched the whole event.
"Hmm… I knew that this would happen," he stated in a slightly deep and wise tone.
"Knew what would happen, Sir?" a slightly higher yet male voice asked, and a pair of feet clanked on the roof, getting louder as they drew closer.
He wasn't the only one standing up there now, as he was joined by two armor-clad soldiers—one was short and stout, wearing large, shiny, dark green shoulder plates and a long, shiny, dark green helmet with red tassels coming out of the tip, a hot pink mouth guard beneath the helmet, white gloves and brown boots, and had a blue body with a grey strap, most likely to hold his armor, across his torso; the other was taller and thinner, wearing shiny, bulky turquoise shoulder plates and a long, turquoise helmet curved downwards with three square holes, and underneath his small v-shaped eyehole was a square hole on each of his cheek guards, and white gloves, and had shoe-feet the same color as his armor, a dark brown body with an H-shaped strap clasped together by a white crescent to secure his armor, and also a grey and gold scabbard hooked on his right side to hold his spear-shaped sword.
The shorter soldier had asked that question, and their leader brought down his binoculars, and he turned to his subordinates, his mysterious, glowing gold eyes peeking out of a single, large v-shaped opening in the mask, and they simply stared into them; he may look menacing, but the two soldiers didn't flinch, for they knew of his true personality.
"626 has escaped," he replied bluntly after a while.
Those three words were enough to shock the two, and the taller exclaimed, "What? !"
"You're not serious," the stout one blurted out, and hesitated to add, "are you?"
The masked puff simply nodded, and the two exchanged fearful yet brave glances; they were appreciative of their helmets hiding their faces.
The two looked back to their leader, "What do we do now, Sir Meta Knight?"
"You two," he stressed, "are not doing anything."
"What? !" the taller one's second outburst of the day.
"But, Sir-!"
"What if you need us? !"
The masked puffball held up a hand, and the two soldiers fell silent immediately; he had expected this. His subordinates were so very loyal to him ever since he had saved them from Wolfwrath, and thus it was so very hard to talk them out of coming along with him on certain occasions when he had to go alone. Although, this time, going alone wasn't by his own choice, but rather it was necessary.
"Do not worry, Sword Knight," he addressed the taller one, "Blade Knight," and the shorter one, "I will be fine. Besides, I need you to hold down the fort here. Madam Memu, the Grand Councilwoman, expects us to be ready, and I need for you two to fill in my position while I am gone." He explained this situation to them in a gentle yet firm voice, the gentleness reassuring them and the firmness ordering them at the same time.
The two thought about this and talked it over, and they then nodded and turned back to their leader:
"All right, we'll do it!" Blade Knight decided, despite his heart screaming at him.
"Yeah, we can do this!" Sword Knight agreed, although his heart was screaming at him as well.
Meta Knight nodded, "Thank you," and ran off, "make me proud, boys!"
"Don't we always?" Sword Knight shouted, the both of them waving.
They both sighed and looked at each other when their master could not be seen anymore.
"This is not how an adventure is supposed to be," complained Blade Knight.
"It sure isn't," the other of the brotherly pair agreed, "but we've still gotta make Sir Meta Knight proud of us."
"Yes, just like we've always had. Let's get to it!"
They then held hands and ran back inside the base to report to the Grand Councilwoman.
-[XX]-
"He what? !" Madam Memu yelled, taking the kneeling Captain Servick and the guard with the tracking device by surprise.
Her daughter was cowering behind her flowing dress and a boy a little bit younger than she is stood next to her, yellow hair with green streaks covering his eyes; he wore a black tuxedo and had orange shoe-feet. Sword and Blade were peeking in the room and they exchanged glances.
"Looks like the Grand Councilwoman has already been told," Blade whispered to his companion.
"Yeah…" Sword replied quietly, "I'm just glad that's not us in there…!"
Blade nodded and they turned back to the crack in the door.
"I'm sorry, Madam Memu," he apologized, "I've done everything I could to prevent him from escaping, but it was all for naught."
"Everything?" Madam Memu raised an eyebrow.
The Captain flinched, "Er… well, not everything… he did cut off the power."
"So I've heard and partially seen. Thankfully, this computer," she gestured to a large screen that the others had yet to have seen, "runs on battery power. I am certain you will be able to see where 626 is heading now."
Captain Servick nodded and nudged the guard, and then he realized with an "Oh!"
He walked over to the computer as he pulled a USB cord out of a compartment in the device and plugged it into the port on the computer.
Her daughter exchanged glances with the boy as she whispered, "I can't believe 626 has escaped."
"Yeah…" the boy shivered, "what should we do, Sis?"
"I say we should warn Sir Meta Knight."
The boy shook his head, his hair flowing with the motion, yet it never left his eyes, "Knowing him, he probably already knows."
She sighed, her emerald eyes turning back to the screen, "What about Sword and Blade?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her younger brother shake his head, "Same reason."
"But… we've gotta do something, Bun…!" she whispered.
"Why don't we just wait…?"
She looked at Bun with shock written all over her face, "What's going on with you, Bun? !" she kept her voice low, despite her fresh urge to yell.
He shook his head vigorously, teeth clenched, raising his hands in defense. The large computer screen came on with a loud whirr, and the siblings' attention was torn from their conversation and drawn back to the matter at hand. The screen showed a red, glowing ship-shaped dot, the glow signaling one thing:
"He's still in hyper drive!" Captain Servick voiced.
Bun turned to his sister, "Uh, Fumu… what's a 'hyper drive'…?"
"I'll tell ya later," she waved it off, still looking at the screen.
Bun stared at her for a short minute before he turned back to the screen. For a while, nothing but the reddish dot and the darkness of space was visible on the screen. But then, a big, blue orb with large spots of green and brown and yellow speckled with white scattered over it came into view. With each pulsate of the reddish dot, the orb grew closer.
"Say," Sword began in a whisper, "I know that planet…!"
Blade turned to him, "You do…?"
"Don't you remember; Madam Memu used to send us three there for our vacations."
"Oh, right," he smirked shamefully underneath his helmet, "I wonder if it's still as beautiful as it was when we last visited."
"Well, keep wondering. Because with our lord gone, I don't think we'll be visiting any time soon."
They lowered their heads in sadness, but they snapped their heads up when someone shouted, "Is that blue color what I think it is? !"
They looked towards the screen and saw that the dot was dangerously close to the blue in the orb.
"It can't be! 626's molecular density is too great to withstand such an obstacle!" Obviously, Fumu has done her research.
"If he hits that," Captain Servick pointed to the blue color of the orb, "he's done for!"
"No…" the Grand Councilwoman found herself saying, "(That blue stuff must be water…)"
The dot beeped and pulsated as it drew closer to the planet's surface, and the people in the room waited with bated breath. Just when they thought it was over for the little experiment, a cluster of brown, green and yellow dots came up on the blue where the dot was heading. As soon as the reddish dot hit its mark, it beeped continuously.
The people in the room let loose their breaths, and Madam Memu crossed her arms, "Huh, I thought so…" she looked down at her daughter, "How much time do we have?"
Fumu pulled out an advanced calculator and began working, muttering to herself as she inputted the numbers.
The Grand Councilwoman then turned to the guard with the tracking device, "Where is this planet? The coordinates?"
He looked at the top left of his device and replied, "Quadrant 17, section 005, area 51."
"Otherwise called, Ee-arth…? Right…?" Madam Memu asked uncertainly.
Sword and Blade tried so hard to stifle their chuckles, and they succeeded.
"(All this time, and she can't even pronounce it right?)" Sword thought.
"(Don't make me laugh.)" Blade smirked.
Fumu then piped up, "I've finished calculating, and it's about three hours and forty-two minutes!"
"Oh," the Grand Councilwoman sighed, "I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this." her daughter looked up at her, her emeralds radiating confusion, "We'll have to gas the planet."
Fumu, Bun, Blade, and Sword gasped, their eyes widening; they weren't expecting this reply.
"HOLD UP!" a new, slightly nasally voice interrupted.
Sword and Blade jumped out of the way of the door once they saw who was coming. A lavender snail with a dark green shell and a short, light green mustache and goatee burst his way into the room, not even noticing the two "spies" standing right outside in his rush. He was holding a scroll and wearing the upper part of his tuxedo.
"Hold everything!" the snail slithered as fast as he could to where Captain Servick was standing, and the latter jumped aside, narrowly avoiding him.
Sword and Blade sighed, and the former said, "Come on, we have the coordinates; let's get to a quiet place so we can inform Sir Meta Knight of our findings."
Blade nodded and they ran off quietly.
"Earth," the snail began, unfolding the scroll and turning it around for everyone to see, "is a natural wildlife preserve for mosquitoes," he flipped it around to show a diagram of a mosquito, "which, need I remind you, is an endangered species!"
"So," Madam Memu started, "you're the expert of this planet?"
"Well," the snail chuckled, blushing a bit, "not exactly. I am Agent Escargon," he then bowed, "at your service."
"Well… could we not simply destroy the planet?" she asked.
Fumu and Bun gasped again as they exchanged glances.
"What? ! NO!" Agent Escargon yelled, "Are you mad, Madam? ! Didn't you hear anything I just said? !" the rest looked at him like he was crazy, and he realized and cleared his throat, chuckling sheepishly, "Erm… I mean, no… the mosquito's food of choice, the, uh, humanoid life forms," he pulled out another scroll and showed it to them, "live there. We are not to disturb them by blowing stuff up or gassing anything."
"Are the humanoid life forms… intelligent?" Madam Memu questioned.
Agent Escargon hesitated, "Uh… not that I know of, but they are very delicate." he then began rambling, "As a matter of fact, every time an asteroid hits their planet they have to begin life all over again. Heh, heh… it's quite interesting." and then he randomly pulled out a book with the name "About the Planet Earth for Dummies", "I've been using this to study."
Fumu raised an eyebrow and she looked at Bun, whispering, "I don't think this information is worth listening to, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I mean what kind of a person would read a book about a planet using the 'for Dummies' book?" he agreed.
They then turned back with dumbstruck looks.
"Military forces?"
Escargon sighed, shaking his head, "That would not end well, Madam Memu. You see, these humanoid life forms are very simple, so very simple. Landing there would cause mass mayhem and world-wide panic!"
"Now that part made sense." Fumu pointed out; Bun nodded.
"Yeah, they'd think we were invaders," he said, "or worse…" he drifted off, leaving Fumu to piece it together.
She gasped in horror once she did.
"Well, what do you suppose we do then, Agent Escargon?" Madam Memu questioned, putting her hands on her hips, "If we are supposed to be so quiet as to ensure a safe capture of 626, what do you propose: an understanding of our fugitive that we do not possess?" She walked closer to the lavender snail, whose forest green eyes studied her, her kids at her heels, "If that is so, who then will you recommend for his…extraction?"
"Uh… I… does he have… a brother?" Agent Escargon asked, much to the dismay of Madam Memu, who rolled her eyes, "A close relative, perhaps?"
-[XX]-
Meanwhile, Sword and Blade ran into a closet, closed the door, and, by using the communication bracelet, contacted Sir Meta Knight.
"Sir, are you there?" Sword asked.
After a while of hearing a loud bang and a familiar voice yelling out in pain, they heard footsteps getting closer; the two exchanged glances.
"Yes…" the voice hissed, and they cringed.
"Sir, are you okay?" Blade inquired.
They heard a slight hesitation before Meta Knight replied, "I'm quite fine, thank you. I just banged my head on the underside of this plane, that's all."
"And what were you doing under there?"
"Tuning the Halberd 2.0." Meta Knight answered matter-of-factly, "I am taking this instead of the original since it is smaller, faster, and even has a cloaking device. Now, why did you interrupt me?"
His voice didn't sound angry, but Sword and Blade still cringed.
"Uh…" Sword stuttered, so Blade piped up, "We found out where 626 was heading."
"The planet Earth."
"…Really? It has been a while since I've last visited. But now is not the time for sightseeing. Earth has many large cities and capitals, the perfect targets for 626's power," he paused to let this set into his subordinates, and they developed uneasy beads of sweat.
"Did you stick around long enough to see exactly where 626 has landed?"
They looked at each other before Blade provided the answer, "Yes, we have, Sir."
Sword then said, "But we can't recollect what the name of the island is."
The scene switched to Meta Knight in a secret hangar where a smaller version of the Halberd was, its underside opened up. He was collecting the parts and the tools he needed to tune the ship.
"An island, huh?" he mused, "That is good. An island does not have large cities where 626 could cause havoc. However…"
"What's the problem?" Blade's voice came over the bracelet.
"Earth has a great deal of islands. Pinpointing exactly which island on which he has landed would prove difficult. Do you remember anything else?" he put down his tools next to the plane, and inspected each one of his parts to see if they were in working order.
"Well… it's located a few miles southwest of the USA." Sword's voice said.
Meta Knight's eyes brightened, "That actually makes my job a whole lot easier."
"Easier how?"
"Do you, Sword and Blade, remember…Hawaii?"
-[XX]-
Madam Memu seemed to float across the floor, her kids at her heels and Agent Escargon trailing behind her, still rambling on about 626's possible relatives. They came to a door, and, after Madam Memu entered a series of numbers she was required to remember since she was a teenager into a keypad next to it, the door opened, revealing prisoners who have violated the rules of the Galactic Federation locked up in what looked like plastic cells. Fumu and Bun clung to their mother's white dress, but Madam Memu didn't mind, since, after all, it was quite scary to see prisoners who seem perfectly capable of knocking out the force field of the jail cell.
Escargon's forest green eyes wandered over to a masked figure in a cell who resembled Sir Meta Knight and almost had the wrong idea before he noticed how tattered his black cape was and that his shoe-feet were red instead of purple, and his spherical body was dark grey instead of ultramarine. His glowing, soulless and glaring—which was one of the two differences between his eyes and Meta Knight's—golden orbs seemed to pierce his soul as he stared, and that really creeped the poor snail out.
The snail backed away as he continued to follow Madam Memu and her kids, "Uh… friendly cousin…?"
His eyes trailed over to the other prisoners, one of which a collection of blobs of darkness, each with an orange eye. They came together and splattered against the force field when he came past, making Agent Escargon jump despite him watching it.
"Uh… a guy with a beard…?" his suggestions were getting desperate now; anything would be necessary to get out of this Prisoner Hold, but Madam Memu wasn't hearing a word; she led them onto an elevator shaft, pressed a button, and let it do the work.
Meanwhile, Dr. Dedede, now in a black-and-white-striped jail-suit with a matching cap, had gotten a hold of the local newspaper, the main title, "Idiot Scientist Failed!" glaring at him. It made him feel sick and frustrated, but, most of all, it made him feel angry. A low growl escaped his throat, and it slowly rose to a roar as he crumpled the newspaper in his hands. He was blinded and deafened with rage, and he ripped the paper to shreds, shouting incoherently. The large penguin then threw the pieces of paper to the ground and stomped on them, growling and snarling with anger.
Madam Memu and her kids arrived at that point, the former watching with a straight face and Fumu and Bun with slightly surprised expressions. Agent Escargon slithered up to them soon after, looking a bit scared when he saw the savage look on the scientist's face.
"…We're not going in there…?" the snail stammered, "…are we?"
Madam Memu didn't say a word, pressing a button which caused the force field to waver and fade away. They walked into the cell, Agent Escargon a little reluctant, and the two siblings clung to Madam Memu's dress even more. That was when Dr. Dedede noticed and came out of his rage, his heavy stomps slowly coming to a halt. He chuckled sheepishly, almost embarrassed to see the Grand Councilwoman herself before him while he was in such a state.
"So, lemme' guess, 626 got away?" the blue penguin asked, snatching one of the pieces of paper that drifted into the air and fiddling with it.
"It should come of no surprise to you." Madam Memu said.
He chuckled, "Of course it didn't! I'm," he pointed to himself, holding his head up high, closing his eyes, and straightening his shoulders, "his creator!"
"Uh-huh," came her unimpressed reply, "which is why you have been appointed to get him back."
There was an uncomfortable silence, as Dedede sorted out his thoughts and what he had just heard.
His eyes flew open and his jaw slightly dropped, his hand still in the same position but utterly losing the arrogance conveyed, "Me?"
Madam Memu simply nodded, and Agent Escargon was trying to save face.
"Why me? Why can't ya get Dark Meta Knight to do it instead?" he asked, resulting in the snail to shudder, losing face completely, "I'm sure he'll comply; I mean, it's a wonder he hasn't even tried to escape!"
"Dark Meta Knight is going nowhere." Madam Memu stressed, "He is here because of the imposture of one of my best knights, and for violating nearly all of the rules of the Galactic Federation while living under Sir Meta Knight's persona. I almost had the real one jailed when Sword and Blade—bless those two—found and revealed the true culprit." she explained, "So, here he shall stay, and here shall he remain."
"Besides, no one knows 626 better than you do, Dr. Dedede," added Fumu, trying to soften up the scientist, for she knew he had a rough day.
Dr. Dedede crossed his arms, "Hm…and what's in it for me?"
He knew asking that was a stretch, but Madam Memu paid no mind to it and replied with:
"If you and Agent Escargon successfully capture 626—alive—and bring him back here, I shall grant you your freedom."
Agent Escargon's head snapped up, "What? I'm going with him?"
The Grand Councilwoman simply raised a hand and waited for the scientist's response.
He nodded, "Very well then, you have my word. So, tell me: on what poor, defenseless planet has my cute, little pink puffball of destruction been…unleashed?" he asked, a devious glint in his sapphires, rubbing his brown-gloved hands together.
A/N: Wow... I just learned about the horizontal ruler... Man, am I silly... *shoots self with a play gun*
*ahem* Well, the prologue is finally done (after painstakingly looking through to find more mistakes), and I'm very happy about that! ^.^
There's still a whole lot more of this story to do, so sit tight!
Sorry if Sword's and Blade's descriptions were a little long, none of the sites even cared about poor old Sword, so I had to look at his picture and say what I thought he wore. If I got something wrong, please don't hesitate to tell me; I will fix it immediately or a few moments after immediately.
Told ya I would squeeze Sir Meta Knight in here, and the three are not tied to certain parts. =3
And YES, I blessed Customer Service with legs; I'm pretty sure he's grateful for that. XD
Customer Service: Thank you so much!
Me: Oh, it's no problem! *looks around* Hey, what are you doing outside my computer screen? O.O
Customer Service: I just wanted to thank you personally, for giving me these legs.
Me: ^.^; That's great. Now could you please get back in there, you're creating a hole in my story!
Customer Service: Oh no! I'm sorry! *jumps back in computer*
Heh heh, told ya he'd be grateful.
Okay, so chapter one should be uploaded sometime this week; I know I said within the month last time for those of you who read or skimmed, but... well, here we are. I was a little surprised myself when I was almost done with it.
All right, sorry for all my ramblings, I tend to get carried away when I am very excited about something. ^.^;
If you notice any more mistakes, or if I notice them, expect this chapter to be overhauled and... no. It will get fixed IMMEDIATELY! *bangs hand on desk*
So, ta ta! And see ya sometime this week~!