Disclaimer: Not mine, at all. If I did own Meta Knight, he would certainly have his wings in Hoshi no Kaabi.
Chapter 7: If you are short of everything but the enemy, you are in the combat zone.
"All right, so what do we have?" Meta Knight asked, his two comrades glancing dishearteningly at each other before looking back to the Knight. They were deep in enemy controlled land with no way to call reinforcements with the base camps radio damaged, and they were far from being well equipped. Not to mention pretty much surrounded by enemies.
Garlude sighed lowly, glancing about their arid location. "About, enough water for a day..." she paused to think, before eventually shrugging. "Nothing else. I lost my pack in the last attack."
Jecra shrugs weakly. "I have a smoke bomb that I…borrowed...from Yamikage?"
Meta Knight fought the urge to sigh. It was a near thing. "Definitely in Nightmare territory then. I'm beginning to sense a pattern here."
Suddenly, Jecra's cracked radio piece crackled to life. "M-ta...-ght? Gar-ude? Jecra? C-n you hear me?" the static filled voice of Sir Arthur cleared a little as the trio shuffled to catch a better signal. "What is your location?"
Just then an explosion rang out in the same clearing, attracted by the signal coming from the radio.
"Did you just see that explosion?" Garlude asks dryly, drawing her sword.
"I see," Arthur replied enduringly, glancing into the far distance to see a faint smoke cloud rising above the dead tree line. "Only you three could get so far into a combat zone by accident."
Jecra held up his shield hand, even though Arthur couldn't see it, and drew his sword with the other. "For once though, completely not my fault."
