A/N: Something I thought of about 2 years ago, but my ideas are short and I'm too busy. Therefore, it's hanging in my files in a scattered draft. These are couple samples of a 2nd BoTW alternative universe but sci-fi and a mecha theme are added. Some details are removed and the context was mixed up (including Daruk's dialogue)

The Astral Requiem (ゼルダの伝説 星のレクイエム)

Portion 1

In the eyes of Gods, there are three Sacred Seas – the blue Sea of fish, the high Sea of birds and clouds, and the Sea of Nebulas.

When balloons slip from the hands of children, whose eyes lost their belongings among the clouds, they could imagine where those plastics full of gas end up. Of course, that was impossible as helium expanded and burst the balloon at a certain altitude. It was only when curiosity truly peaked when ancient blue flame was used to collect a large amount of air within enormous silk balloons, and ascended higher with footage. Then came the passion for observance and the gigantic telescopes, breaking Hyrule's myopic of reality and the impossible.

There was the story where the Goddess used the sky as a sanctuary for her people from the Demon King. To go beyond that was perhaps the King's defiance towards her, or so the Sheikah predicted after building the Astral Observatory, the prototype of the Science Labs. When the Malice grew strong, no matter how many died, its blood lust could never be satisfied until it struck down its nemesis. It was only on a whim, centuries after warring with his nemesis did the beast Ganon figured to look over the world he wanted to claim. To spread like a virus and blanket it in darkness, he needed to devour the sun and see the world for himself so none could escape. It was the perfect plan.

In a time of despair, hidden in a subterranean sanctuary sealed from Ganon's eyes, Link stood before his princess as a stoic pillar of hope and courage.

"You are not a failure." From his dry lips, such words pass as truthful.

This is the tale of the first championed flight of the Hyrule Armada.

Sitting in her chair elevated above CONN, a high-born Hylian lady looked up at a holographic HUD panel, which emitted the coordinates and condition of the next mission. The bridge's hemispherical window that gave way to the depths of space could pull anyone's attention; just as much, so did commotion from the bridge floor. Hearing a loud sound, she looked to see a youth doubled over, breaking onto his knee.

"A good punch right? Since we do not have time for a duel, I thought I test your grit, Mr. Hero."

Link's breath reversed; he clutched his gut after receiving a heavy blow. He looked up, and anyone beyond Hyrule Kingdom or the galaxy, would be surprised to see the sight of an avian. Young, organic features like that of a human, covered in cobalt and gray feathers; imbued on his beak was a clear, cocky smirk. The Champion of the Rito, out of the rest of his companions, always quarreled with Link.

The so-called Chosen Hero that stood aside the Princess descending from the Goddess Hylia, such a formulaic story put a seam among the tribes who were only supportive. The Rito were pious and the males were ardent in their training as aerial warriors. Revali visualized only auspicious results because of the work he pressed in; others saw it as simple arrogance or stubbornness, but he had a lot of heart for those who looked up to him. That included the Princess, who believed in him as well.

"Enough of that. She is watching." The one to step forward and oppose was Urbosa. A Gerudo chieftain, the very sight of her— her dark skin and crimson hair accenting her beauty, her space suit adorned in desert treasure, and her low voice—gave an exalted presence.

Revali only backed away because he believed that he had made his point. He'll hold onto his pride dearly for it to echo through legends - their talents will pivot the war.

"We're settle this once this is over." The Rito walked away, but left his full scorn hidden to open speak. "You emotionless stone." One eye closed, Link stood up and rubbed his stomach, his face wrenched in pain. This prompted the other female Champion to check on him. Her face was a pale color, but eyes glittered with a sea color. With earnest, she could emit a grace upon first sight.

"Are you alright?" Mipha's voice was almost a whisper with pure gentleness. Delayed, but she prompted Link to nod.

Zelda stood up from her chair and looked upon her four heroes from her elevated seat. "The assault against Ganon will come shortly." After confirming what she saw on her monitor, she approached the four chosen warriors, who had extended their hands to her in an oath to protect Hyrule.

Thus, her eyes solemn before those four, she was confronting might that was absent within her. Her steps were slow, seemingly cautious; the image of a girl showing reluctance or sorrow to send her Champions to battle. Through regions, Zelda was known for her magnetic beauty; wearing a blue garment adorned in sun gold highlights, akin to her hair, she was piece of Heaven who put everyone at ease upon sight. However, they all knew she would be sitting behind once the flames of war began, until it was her time to intervene.