Wii Love Brawl Newcomers
Author's Note: FINALLY! Something was wrong with this chapter. I had to upload it several times, but now it's here, so no worries anymore! ;)
Wow. For three chapters, this story sure has a lot of reviews. Thank you to Souldin, Tilt (anonymous), SG-Kai, Bustman, metasaur, golfer, MahNati, Twilight Gamer, Nianque, Haninator, EM98, Josie Smith, Smash Knight 23, AuraChannelerChris, Kai10 (anonymous), and ElementUchihaMaster. I am really glad you are all liking it so far!
I was considering putting in some of the cast from Fire Emblem, however, I have only played two of their games (both of which were on Gameboy Advance. So, I have no idea who Soren is unfortunately. But who knows, maybe Eliwood will make an appearance sometime in the future.
Now that that's all said and done, on with the story! By the way, I was in a Halo mood when I wrote this chapter.
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Chapter 4: Master Chief
"Falcon, seriously, you're more annoying than Pikachu," said Samus as she rested her head on her hand.
Falcon stuck his chin up and pointed a strong finger across Link's face at the bounty hunter.
"Hey! I resent that!" he shouted.
"Will you two please stop fighting! I'm starting to get a headache!" moaned the Hylian.
"Then tell Samus to stop picking on me!"
"I will not! Come on Falcon, be a man! Stick up for yourself! And for God's sake will you get your arm out of my face!" Link shoved Falcon's limb away, causing Samus to chuckle a little. "Look, we're not here to argue. We're here to interview the newcomers. You guys are making it very difficult for me to concentrate!"
"And this is coming from a guy who can save the world with a pixie yelling in his ear," commented Samus.
Link glanced at her, ready to make a comeback, but was stopped when he heard the door opening. All three Smashers instantly sat up straight and formal, pretending that the past conversation didn't even exist. First impressions were always important when it came to interviews. And from the looks of this guest, it was a good thing they stopped arguing.
A tall soldier standing roughly 7 feet in height clanked into the room. He was in clad green armor with a helmet to match. A large rifle-like weapon was strapped to his back. Link could feel the floor shaking beneath his feet for every step the Spartan took. To him, the soldier was so big that it made Donkey Kong look like a midget. But the Spartan never said anything, nor did he slouch his posture. No, instead, the newcomer kept his head held high and walked over to the desk. He did not sit down in the seat, but stood straight and tall next to the small table.
The three Smashers just stared in awe.
"Great, another silent type," coughed Samus under her breath.
Captain Falcon kept a silly grin on his face, trying to make himself look eager to be there.
Link just gritted his teeth, contemplating what to say. In truth, he was a bit afraid of this tall man. He wasn't worried about an attack or anything, no, he was afraid of another threat. What if this soldier was working for Black Mage?
In the dead silence, the Spartan remained still. Surprisingly, Samus was the first to strike up a conversation.
"Um..." she said.
Well, it wasn't much of a statement, but it was a start.
The soldier stood at attention and gave a sharp salute, causing Link to flinch in his tunic. Falcon returned the gesture, but was interrupted by Samus.
"Aren't you going to sit down?" she asked.
The soldier made no movement at all; he didn't even lower his arm.
"Negative," he replied.
Fortunately, there was no doubt in Samus' mind that this guy was human. However, the way he spoke made him seem almost alien. His voice was as cold as ice; just hearing his words sent shivers up and down the bounty huntress' spine. And still, the Spartan remained where he stood. Falcon glanced at the size of the small desk and compared it to the figure of the large man in the room.
"Oh, I get it. He' too big! Ha ha!" said Falcon with a smirk. "Fatty..."
Link kicked the racer in the leg, on purpose of course.
"Hey, what was that for!?" shouted Falcon obnoxiously.
The Hylian made no reply. He wasn't going to start this again. All he wanted was to get through this interview as quick and as safely as possible.
"Can you give us your name please?" asked Link.
He choked on those last words nervously. Looks like he really did have the balls to speak.
The solider lowered his arm and stood with his head held high.
"Spartan 117 of the United Nations Space Command. At your service," replied the newcomer.
Link sighed with relief. It didn't seem like this guy was going to be doing anything aggressive.
"Spartan 117? Is there another name we can call you?" asked Samus.
"I have gone by a lot of names in the past."
"Ha!" replied Falcon. "You know that's funny because the last guy who came in here- Ow!"
Link slammed his boot on top of Falcon's.
"Don't say anything you're going to regret," said Link.
Falcon was about to stand up and slug the Hylian in the jaw, but Samus gave him a dark look causing him to sit back down.
"My most common name is Master Chief, although I have been known to go by 'Reclaimer' and 'Demon'. Demon's my personal favorite."
"Um, I think we'll stick with Master Chief," replied Samus. "So, Chief, what game are you from?"
"The Halo series, developed by Bungie. My debut was in the 2003 game, Halo: Combat Evolved."
"2003? That's pretty recent," said Link.
The Chief gave a small nod to his comment.
"Are you like an alien or something?" asked Falcon curiously. "I mean, because, you know, you're freakishly huge. You're even bigger than I am!"
"Falcon, you and I are the same size," responded Link seriously.
"Ah, but I don't see you running around in a tight body suit!"
"Nah, he prefers the skirt," chuckled Samus.
"Hey! It's a tunic! Everyone knows that!"
Master Chief just stared at the three friends patiently. He did not move a muscle from his spot next to the lone desk. He kept his focus on the judges, waiting for the next question.
"Come on, Link! Everyone knows spandex is more manlier than that dress of yours! That is, unless you're trying to attract more than just women!" Link grabbed Falcon's head aggressively and put him in a headlock. The F-Zero racer struggled violently. "Hey let me go!"
"Not unless you take that back!"
Samus glanced at the two wrestling before turning back to Master Chief.
"Ignore them for now. This interview is still on," she said.
"I know. Don't worry. I understand completely," he replied cooly.
The bounty huntress kept he attention focused on the newcomer.
"I've heard about this Halo game. I've even seen some of it's gameplay. But I don't really know the story. Is Halo the name of a character in the game?"
"Halo is a weapon capable of destroying entire planets. It's so named because of it's ring-like shape."
"Oh...I didn't know that."
Samus looked back at Link and Falcon to see them wrestling under the desks. Falcon, having the upper body strength, seemed to be winning. From her perspective, it looked as though the racer was trying to take advantage of the poor Hylian.
"Falcon, will you get off of him!" shouted Samus.
She got to her feet and threw Falcon off of Link, causing him to sit up instantly. He was panting heavily.
"Whew, thanks Samus," he said as he regained his breath. He glanced at Falcon who was getting to his feet as well. "You maniac! You tried to strangle me!" he accused.
Falcon dusted himself off.
"It's not like I would have killed you! You probably have a fairy stashed somewhere in that skirt of yours!" he shouted back.
Link was about to run up and smash him again, but Samus held him back.
"Link, will you calm down!" she said as she threw him back into his seat.
Falcon came back and sat down too, his eyes flaring at the Hylian. Link looked away from him.
"You get so worked up over nothing," he muttered.
"What was that, fairy-boy!?"
"Nothing."
"Is there a problem here?" asked the Chief.
His voice boomed throughout the small room, catching all three judges attentions instantly. Samus sat back down.
"No, no, they're just having some...uh...personal issues. But, they're fine now, no need to worry," she said.
Link was aobut to pull out a bomb, but Samus slapped his hand away.
"Are you sure?"
"Yep! Everything's perfectly fine!"
Link reached up again to pull out another bomb, but Samus slapped his hand again, harder this time. Link sank down into his seat.
Samus was curious as to why the two friends would fight over something as simple as Link's fashion style. They had fought in the past before, but not the extent where they would be trying to kill each other. Something triggered inside them both that made them this aggressive. But what exactly was it?
"Remember, Link. The plan..." she whispered to her partner.
Link sat up immediately.
"Oh, right. Sorry. Um. Master Chef was it?" he asked.
"Master Chief," replied the Spartan.
"Right. And you're from Halo?"
"Yes."
Falcon made a small, childish snorting sound, but everyone else ignored it.
"What's the story behind Halo?"
"Shouldn't we be asking him about his Final Smash? I mean, that is how the last two guys got eliminated," said Samus.
"Ah, good idea," replied Link. "What's your Final Smash?"
"My Final Smash. One of my fellow marines comes in with a warthog. I jump in the turret, and together, we destroy anything in our path. The effect only lasts 10 seconds, however, it is very powerful."
Link and Samus gave a professional nod.
"Sounds promising," said the Hylian.
"What the hell is a warthog?" asked Falcon arrogantly.
"A jeep with a machine gun on the back. They're designed for all terrain," answered the Chief.
"Ah. Sounds fun."
"That's original," said Samus. "I think it would work."
"Alright, Chief. We like it so far. Now-"
"Show us your moves!" interrupted Falcon.
Link lowered his head with a fake smile.
"And yet again..." he said quietly.
"I use a large arsenal of weaponry for my standard attacks, very similar to this rifle right here. I can also use melee attacks, along with a gravity lift for my recovery. I have everything necessary for this game."
All three Smashers gave an impressive whistle this time.
"Man, I'd hate to get nailed by you. You look like a tank in all that armor..." said Link as he eyed the newcomer. "What rating did the ESRB give Halo?"
The Spartan paused for a moment before replying.
"I believe it's M. M for Mature," he said casually.
The three judges' eyes widened in shock. If Captain Falcon had coffee in his mouth, he would have spat it all over Link's face. He still spat on him anyway.
"Are you kidding me!? Mature!? Did you not read the sign when you came in here?!" shouted Falcon.
"Sheesh, say it don't spray it..." muttered Link as he wiped the saliva from his cheek.
Master Chief made no obvious gesture to the racer's obnoxious comment, but he still replied.
"Sign? You mean the one that said, 'Get N or get out.'?"
Samus chuckled at the joke, but retained a serious expression.
"No! The sign that says, 'T games and under'!" replied Falcon. "It was on the front door of the mansion!"
"There was no sign on the door."
"What!? I put it up there myself! It has to be there!"
Chief shook his head subtly.
"There was no sign."
"I don't believe this!"
Falcon got up form his chair and ran out of the room, cussing colorful words under his breath. Link and Samus tried to remain calm and sane.
"Heh, look Chief. It's not like we don't want you here. But we're not allowed to accept anyone from a Mature rated game into the Smash Bros.," said Link as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Erm, yeah," continued Samus. "If there was any other way, we would accept you. You look like a great fighter."
Chief nodded.
"I understand," he said.
"But don't let that get you down! I mean, hey you never know, that rule could change one day!"
"Don't worry. It doesn't really matter to me. Thank you for lending me a part of your time."
Master Chief turned around and headed for the door Falcon left from. Link could feel himself wanting to say something, but Samus put a hand on his shoulder, signifying for him to just let it go.
"It's okay, Link. There is nothing else we can do."
"Yeah. I guess you're right," replied the Hylian as he watched Spartan 117 walk out the door. Link relaxed himself and stretched his arms out. "Ah, whatever. At least it's safe to say we've learned something from this interview."
"What's that?"
"If we want to get rid of Falcon, we just have to vandalize his signs."
The two friends laughed at this together. It was kind of nice not having Falcon here to make rude comments. Heck, it probably would be easier to interview the newcomers without him.
Link leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes, pondering whether or not he should trash the empty desk next to him.
