At one point in time, the might fortress Kirekwall stood mighty; a powerful fortress, protected from attacks from the air as well as the ground. However, no one had suspected that the nation of Eslueyae would attack with such force – not only their army, but automations and strange entities were in their force as well. While the soldiers were quick to respond to the threat, it was far too late.

Kirkwall was the largest fortress that the nation of Mastoarhiel had, and guarded the area close to the capital. Thus, after Kirkwall fell, the capital was captured. The other cities and forts were unprepared and captured with relative ease. Many were killed, and many more were made into slaves for Eslueyae, helping to prepare future conquests.

It's been far too long since Kirkwall has been operated; the once mighty cannons are in ruin, the tallest buildings rusted and still showing the damaged markings of battle. Eslueyae had made no effort to repair it; as far as they were concerned, once the resources of Mastoarhiel were exploited, it would be needed no longer. Only a small garrison was stationed there.

So it was no surprise that no one had noticed three individuals that arrived at the front. One looked at his watch, as if to confirm something. To others, he nodded. With a quick burst of light, the three individuals transformed; from afar, one would say Ike, Yoshi, and Samus. Samus charged up a shot, and fired at one of the ruined cannons.

A direct hit to the aging wreckage caused it to tumble, and then fall, creating a deafing crash as it collided with the earth. Alarms inside the Fortress began to blare, as troops inside came out to deal with this threat…

**.**

-Donna's POV-

I sat down on a chair, trying to cool my nerves. It's so weird, this whole situation. I went from a normal youtuber to a person fighting alongside some sort of resistance within the course of a week. Being able to turn into Zelda was a strange turn of events as well.

I'm on some flying airship; It's not large as a passenger plane; it's about the size of a jet (but not as fast). It has an upper, and two lower decks. Some resistance fighters. It looks somewhat like a boat, but held up by a massive balloon and several propellers.

Rodman Tindall. He rescued me after I was being chased by some people who wanted to kill me. Seemed nice, but always seemed to be scowling. He carried a rifle, which he was cleaning. He nodded as he noticed my gaze. I nod back.

Varius Dawson. Seemed way too young for combat. I'd say 15, or so. He is eagerly staring out the window, dying to get to action.

Abbey Syn. She apparently was the mother of three children. She lost two and her husband to the invasion of her home. She acts quite motherly and actively tries to stay positive, but her tone is always weary. A tired smile rests on her face.

Gracie Alden. She was an enigma. I really don't know what she's thinking, but she focuses so much of her attention on Rodman. Maybe too much…

I don't recognize anyone else. I look outside, and I notice a few of those one-man flyers. They're somewhat triangular in shape, and held up by a two propellers, one on each side. I don't think I could fly one of those things. They look so unsafe!

We're returing to the resistance HQ. We just finished wrecking some Eslueyae equipment. In any case-

"ATTENTION!"

The captain screams at us. I groggily stand up, somewhat exhausted. I don't want to deal with this, but I don't need another lecture.

"There is a serious commotion occurring near Kirkwall! I know that you are tired, but we must investigate!"

Kirkwall? That large fortress near the capital? I only heard some mentions of it by some of the others. Apparently, it was some might fortress that the Eslueyians captured too quickly, and utilately lead them to victory. It would be dangerous to approach there, wouldn't it? We'd be going right into the belly of the beast. But before I can raise any objections, Abbey speaks up.

"Kirkwall? Are you sure that's a good idea? We could be leading ourselves to an early grave."

Murmurs of agreement run through the others. However, the captain yells at us again.

"Even so, there may be resistance fighters there! We're the only ship close enough to help! Prepare yourselves!"

…This might be the most dangerous thing I ever do. Chugga, Lucah, Jon… I hope I get to see them again. I hold my smash stone in my hands.

**.**

-Chuggaa's POV-

The sounds of Jon, Tim and Lucah battling urge me forward to hurry. Again, the Monado proves its awesomness in jump form, as I scale the wall to the third floor with relative ease.

Oh, the plan. Right.

Lucah, Tim and Jon would fight at the entrance. I would scale the wall to get to the third floor. Once I got Masae, we would rush to the tunnels. Since it was clear the tunnel had an exit (we checked for that) we would collapse our side of the tunnel and leave on the other end.

Admittedly this hinged on a few things.

One; Masae wasn't injured, and she could run.

Two; Those guys at the fortress had to leave Masae unguarded.

Three; They didn't know there were four of us. Since none of the guys who battled us made it back, we hoped this be true.

Four; There were no one in the tunnels.

Was it the best plan? Probably not, no. But it's the only chance we really had.

Now, the third floor… Yes! Completely empty! Lucah was right about them considering us valuable. This seems to be a prison floor, as there are multiple cells up here. Actually, isn't it bad to put a prison floor so high up? Judging by the surroundings, I think it's safe to say it wasn't always a prison floor. But I'd better get to finding Masae.

**.**

In a swift and surprisingly quiet motion, Chuggaa kicked the window in and entered. He figured he should search cell by cell, but the sounds of his friends battling outside realized that time was not on his side.

He decided to say Masae's name, in a tone just at the border between shouting and talking.

In spite of herself, Masae responded to Chuggaa's voice.

This allowed Chuggaa to quickly track her down.

**.**

"…and, there!"

I say triumphantly, as the Monado breaks the hinges off the lock. Masae and I hug each other in a quick embrace. Alright, for now at least Masae is safe... for now, at least. I should still explain to the plan to her before we get going.

"…! Emile!"

Masae shouts. Before I have a chance to look at which she was shouting about, she shoves me to the ground, and I hear a loud clang. I look up in horror, as In the wall behind where my head just was, there is a massive pair of silver cutters; Just the cutter part, not the handle. I quickly look in the direction where the attack came from. It's a large, human sized robot. It's joints alternate in color of orange and white, with a giant pair of scissor blades, identical to the one that nearly decapitated me, on the top of its head. I quickly spin around and stand in front of Masae, with my sword held out. Even though names aren't important, I still say,

"Who are you!?"

The robot hits the two blades of his scissors together.

"My name is Cutman. I'm going to make paper dolls out of you!"