Samus arrived on N'A-S without any sort of welcome or communication.
It didn't bother her, though. She just thought that an inhabited world
would have tighter security about who gets in and out of here.
Not far from where she decided to land she saw the Falcon Flyer. Perhaps later she could go check on that Jody Summer. For now she had to go find someone about registration for this tournament.
She walked through the spaceport easily enough until she came across a big billboard that read 'The Tournament Begins Here!' Samus looked below the billboard and spotted a fair sized building. It didn't really look like it could hold a tournament of galactic magnitude, but that didn't matter. There were lots of things that didn't make sense to her on this planet, like how she hadn't seen a single living being yet.
Samus walked up to the building door and placed her hand on the handle to open it when a picture came off the wall and grabbed her arm. She jumped back in surprise and pulled the black 2-dimensional picture off of her.
"What are you?" she demanded at the thing that grabbed her.
"My name is Mr. Game & Watch," it replied. "I'm here to welcome you to the tournament and wish you luck! Let me get the door for you, Samus Aran." He opened the door for her and she walked in without so much as a thanks. How did he know her name?
Inside was a large poster with a listing of several names. Thirty- two, she counted from afar. She couldn't read what they were yet so she made her way closer. The room wasn't filled with people as she expected, but only Captain Falcon and a few others were inside. Some tournament.
"How's Jody?" Samus asked Falcon softly. He turned around to she the woman in her Chozo power suit and smiled lightly. "She's doing fine. I noticed your name on the board."
"I don't remember giving you my name," Samus glared.
"I have my ways of knowing things." He then looked more serious. "Samurai Goroh is also on the board, but I haven't seen him here yet."
"If you don't mind, I'd like to see the names. Maybe I'll recognize someone," she walked over to the board where three people and four creatures were.
"I don't see your name, Ash," a female said. "But Pikachu is up here."
"Well, I am Pikachu's trainer, maybe it means me," the one called Ash laughed nervously. "What do you think, Brock?"
"I think you're delusional," Brock answered. "Look, Pichu is up here too. And take a look at Jigglypuff. No one trains her." They looked down at a small pink balloon-shaped animal on the ground.
"Oh!" the female exclaimed. "Meowth is on here! Does that mean Team Rocket will make an appearance?"
"Probably, Misty," Ash answered. "And is that Mewtwo? Isn't that supposed to be a really rare Pokémon?"
"Yeah," Brock answered. "But there seems to be more than just Pokémon up here, so what kind of tournament is it?"
What kind indeed? Samus thought. She ignored the people and looked at the chart. She saw her own name, and Captain Falcon's. There was the Samurai Goroh he spoke of, and two members of team Star Fox, Fox and Falco. She scanned closer and saw Kirby. She had heard about him. He was a balloon creature that could swallow someone or something and copy their powers. That didn't rest easy with Samus.
She looked at the end of the list and her heart sunk. No! Someone was here that wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't! He was supposed to be dead! She looked at the name once again to make sure. It's him all right. But how? How could Ridley be here?!
Roy sighed. He came to this planet with Marth, but he couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving Princess Guinevere, but some things just had to be done. Both his kingdom and Marth's kingdom depends on their success in this tournament.
"Perhaps we should see the other competitors," Roy suggested. Marth nodded in agreement. They walked into the building to find it full of people and tension. The two swordsmen seemed to be the last to arrive. Inside there were princesses, elves, wizards, animals, large-headed humans, plumbers, and even a strange 2-deminsional creature. Roy was surely amazed by all the different types of people here.
"Maybe we should talk to him," Marth said, pointing to a robotic- looking person. There was something more about him, Roy thought. Something hidden. He was determined to find out what.
They walked over to the person and greeted him politely. "We're looking for registration and information," Marth started.
"Talk to the picture," the man said. His voice sounded distorted heavily. Roy tried to peer inside his helmet but could only see his own reflection. "Besides, your names a probably already up there," he pointed to a board with a list of thirty-two names. Roy looked over them and saw his own and Marth's.
"We're up there, Marth," Roy told him. Now all they had to do was wait for the announcement of the tournament regulations. That shouldn't be long. "Who are you, by the way?" Roy asked the suited man.
"Name's Samus Aran. And you listen to me," he stabbed him with his finger, "if you fight Ridley, you make sure you don't go easy on him. He's a lot smarter than you think." He then turned away and disappeared into the crowd.
"Nice fellow," Marth commented.
"Yeah," Roy replied. If indeed you are a fellow, Samus Aran, he added silently.
"Why are you entered in the tournament, Zelda?" Young Link pressed. "You can't fight that well." The childish version of Link was beginning to get to be quite an annoyance.
"I have just as much right in this tournament as you do, kid," Zelda replied. She did know how much more of him she could put up with. He should probably go find someone else to talk to and leave her alone. At least Ganondorf wasn't bothering them for now.
"Well excuse me, princess," Young Link smirked. "But you're always the one getting captured and I'm always the one to save you. What are you going to do if you have to fight Ganondorf?"
"Hey, kid, what are you going to do if you fight me?" Link asked. "Now calm down. I'm sick of your foolish antics." Zelda didn't like Young Link's foolishness, that was for sure, but she didn't like older Link's short temper, lack of a sense of humor, or complete seriousness either. She sighed, knowing that she was going to have to put up with the both of them.
"I think I'm going to go meet some of the other contestants. You two should try that, also. The more you know about your enemies the less likely they are to surprise you in combat," Zelda smiled. A golden opportunity to be rid of both Links and go meet some other people, or even just be alone. The Links nodded and went off.
Zelda began her walk by passing an alarming group of monkeys and then through three people with four strange animals around them. Once she was past them she saw two stunning figures wielding strong swords. One had wild blue hair while the other had similar hair, but red instead. The one with blue hair wore a blue tunic much different from Link's and a long blue cape flowed from his shoulders. She had to meet him.
She made her way through the crowd to get to him and tripped on a stray wire and her to the ground at his feet. Her knelt down and gave her his arm to help her up.
"Are you all right, fair maiden?" the man asked.
"I-I-" Zelda stammered and looked into his eyes. They were a gorgeous blue and stared at her with sure compassion.
"Please, take my hand and allow me to help you up," he offered. She had never met someone like him before; it was exhilarating. He was dashing, charming, stunning, and compassionate. Everything Zelda had always hoped Link would be once he lost that silly child inside of him.
"I apologize, good sir," the princess allowed him to help her up and she brushed off her dress when she again stood in his present. "I am usually not so clumsy." She let out a small fake laugh. Stupid! She thought.
"Think nothing of it," he smiled at her with both his lips and his eyes. Zelda's heart melted. "My name is Marth, Prince of the fallen Kingdom Altea, heir of Anri, wielder of the divine blade Falchion."
"And I am Roy, son of the lord of Pharae Principality. Are you too here for the tournament?" the other one spoke up. He was similar to Marth in many ways, but she didn't feel anything for him like she did for the prince.
"Yes," she nodded. "My name is Zelda, princess of Hyrule, and I hold the Triforce of Wisdom." She looked at the back of her left hand. The Triforce of Wisdom wasn't glowing, but she knew it was there.
"What is the Triforce?" Marth asked in sincere curiosity. Zelda smiled. There were few things she enjoyed more than explaining the Legend of the Triforce.
Peach wondered why her name was on the list. She wasn't as strong as Mario or Luigi, and she didn't have as many strange powers as Yoshi. She could hover easily and she was a keen gardener, chef, golfer, and tennis player, but still she had no chance at winning a fighting tournament.
She shouldn't think like that. She could win. She could beat a lot of these people here. But what if she had to fight Bowser?
"Excuse me," a voice said from behind her. She jumped and turned around to she a blond man with pointy ears and a green tunic. "My name is Link. I was just interested in meeting you," he said.
"My name is Peach Toadstool. I am the princess of Mushroom Kingdom," she told him very professionally. After all, why should she place any sort of humor in her words?
"It's such an honor to meet a princess of your beauty," he said. He then took her hand, knelt down and kissed it. "I am very eager to see you fight in the tournament, Princess Peach." He then turned around and walked away. What a strange person.
"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for!" a voice said. Nana couldn't find the owner anywhere, so she stopped looking. She was anxious to find out whom she and Popo would be fighting first. They were registered as one fighter, thankfully. She hated being alone.
"I shall now announce the layout of today's tournament!" the voice said. "There shall be thirty-one matches in total. A fighting ground shall be chosen at random. Each fighter shall have three stocks. If you a knocked completely off the stage, knocked too high or too low, then you will lose a stock. If you lose the match then you are eliminated. The winner of the tournament will get whatever he or she desires." There was murmur around the crowd. "Now on this board shall be the posting of each round. I suggest watching others' matches to see how they hold their own, but that is merely a suggestion. Good luck to you all!"
Popo and Nana were the first to arrive at the board. The first sixteen matches were as follows:
Match #1: Ganondorf vs. Yoshi
Match #2: Mr. Game & Watch vs. Zelda
Match #3: Marth vs. Dr. Mario
Match #4: Jigglypuff vs. Captain Falcon
Match #5: Samurai Goroh vs. Samus Aran
Match #6: Ness vs. Fox McCloud
Match #7: King K. Rool vs. Peach
Match #8: Bowser vs. Pichu
Match #9: Ice Climbers vs. Diddy & Dixie Kong
Match #10: Luigi vs. Mewtwo
Match #11: Roy vs. Ridley
Match #12: Wario vs. Pikachu
Match #13: Meowth vs. Link
Match #14: Falco Lombardi vs. Mario
Match #15: Captain Olimar vs. Donkey Kong
Match #16: Kirby vs. Young Link
Diddy & Dixie? Does this mean they too will be fighting two fighters like themselves? Nana thought. The ice climbers were match number nine, giving them plenty of time to prepare. All they could do now was wait and watch the other matches.
Not far from where she decided to land she saw the Falcon Flyer. Perhaps later she could go check on that Jody Summer. For now she had to go find someone about registration for this tournament.
She walked through the spaceport easily enough until she came across a big billboard that read 'The Tournament Begins Here!' Samus looked below the billboard and spotted a fair sized building. It didn't really look like it could hold a tournament of galactic magnitude, but that didn't matter. There were lots of things that didn't make sense to her on this planet, like how she hadn't seen a single living being yet.
Samus walked up to the building door and placed her hand on the handle to open it when a picture came off the wall and grabbed her arm. She jumped back in surprise and pulled the black 2-dimensional picture off of her.
"What are you?" she demanded at the thing that grabbed her.
"My name is Mr. Game & Watch," it replied. "I'm here to welcome you to the tournament and wish you luck! Let me get the door for you, Samus Aran." He opened the door for her and she walked in without so much as a thanks. How did he know her name?
Inside was a large poster with a listing of several names. Thirty- two, she counted from afar. She couldn't read what they were yet so she made her way closer. The room wasn't filled with people as she expected, but only Captain Falcon and a few others were inside. Some tournament.
"How's Jody?" Samus asked Falcon softly. He turned around to she the woman in her Chozo power suit and smiled lightly. "She's doing fine. I noticed your name on the board."
"I don't remember giving you my name," Samus glared.
"I have my ways of knowing things." He then looked more serious. "Samurai Goroh is also on the board, but I haven't seen him here yet."
"If you don't mind, I'd like to see the names. Maybe I'll recognize someone," she walked over to the board where three people and four creatures were.
"I don't see your name, Ash," a female said. "But Pikachu is up here."
"Well, I am Pikachu's trainer, maybe it means me," the one called Ash laughed nervously. "What do you think, Brock?"
"I think you're delusional," Brock answered. "Look, Pichu is up here too. And take a look at Jigglypuff. No one trains her." They looked down at a small pink balloon-shaped animal on the ground.
"Oh!" the female exclaimed. "Meowth is on here! Does that mean Team Rocket will make an appearance?"
"Probably, Misty," Ash answered. "And is that Mewtwo? Isn't that supposed to be a really rare Pokémon?"
"Yeah," Brock answered. "But there seems to be more than just Pokémon up here, so what kind of tournament is it?"
What kind indeed? Samus thought. She ignored the people and looked at the chart. She saw her own name, and Captain Falcon's. There was the Samurai Goroh he spoke of, and two members of team Star Fox, Fox and Falco. She scanned closer and saw Kirby. She had heard about him. He was a balloon creature that could swallow someone or something and copy their powers. That didn't rest easy with Samus.
She looked at the end of the list and her heart sunk. No! Someone was here that wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't! He was supposed to be dead! She looked at the name once again to make sure. It's him all right. But how? How could Ridley be here?!
Roy sighed. He came to this planet with Marth, but he couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving Princess Guinevere, but some things just had to be done. Both his kingdom and Marth's kingdom depends on their success in this tournament.
"Perhaps we should see the other competitors," Roy suggested. Marth nodded in agreement. They walked into the building to find it full of people and tension. The two swordsmen seemed to be the last to arrive. Inside there were princesses, elves, wizards, animals, large-headed humans, plumbers, and even a strange 2-deminsional creature. Roy was surely amazed by all the different types of people here.
"Maybe we should talk to him," Marth said, pointing to a robotic- looking person. There was something more about him, Roy thought. Something hidden. He was determined to find out what.
They walked over to the person and greeted him politely. "We're looking for registration and information," Marth started.
"Talk to the picture," the man said. His voice sounded distorted heavily. Roy tried to peer inside his helmet but could only see his own reflection. "Besides, your names a probably already up there," he pointed to a board with a list of thirty-two names. Roy looked over them and saw his own and Marth's.
"We're up there, Marth," Roy told him. Now all they had to do was wait for the announcement of the tournament regulations. That shouldn't be long. "Who are you, by the way?" Roy asked the suited man.
"Name's Samus Aran. And you listen to me," he stabbed him with his finger, "if you fight Ridley, you make sure you don't go easy on him. He's a lot smarter than you think." He then turned away and disappeared into the crowd.
"Nice fellow," Marth commented.
"Yeah," Roy replied. If indeed you are a fellow, Samus Aran, he added silently.
"Why are you entered in the tournament, Zelda?" Young Link pressed. "You can't fight that well." The childish version of Link was beginning to get to be quite an annoyance.
"I have just as much right in this tournament as you do, kid," Zelda replied. She did know how much more of him she could put up with. He should probably go find someone else to talk to and leave her alone. At least Ganondorf wasn't bothering them for now.
"Well excuse me, princess," Young Link smirked. "But you're always the one getting captured and I'm always the one to save you. What are you going to do if you have to fight Ganondorf?"
"Hey, kid, what are you going to do if you fight me?" Link asked. "Now calm down. I'm sick of your foolish antics." Zelda didn't like Young Link's foolishness, that was for sure, but she didn't like older Link's short temper, lack of a sense of humor, or complete seriousness either. She sighed, knowing that she was going to have to put up with the both of them.
"I think I'm going to go meet some of the other contestants. You two should try that, also. The more you know about your enemies the less likely they are to surprise you in combat," Zelda smiled. A golden opportunity to be rid of both Links and go meet some other people, or even just be alone. The Links nodded and went off.
Zelda began her walk by passing an alarming group of monkeys and then through three people with four strange animals around them. Once she was past them she saw two stunning figures wielding strong swords. One had wild blue hair while the other had similar hair, but red instead. The one with blue hair wore a blue tunic much different from Link's and a long blue cape flowed from his shoulders. She had to meet him.
She made her way through the crowd to get to him and tripped on a stray wire and her to the ground at his feet. Her knelt down and gave her his arm to help her up.
"Are you all right, fair maiden?" the man asked.
"I-I-" Zelda stammered and looked into his eyes. They were a gorgeous blue and stared at her with sure compassion.
"Please, take my hand and allow me to help you up," he offered. She had never met someone like him before; it was exhilarating. He was dashing, charming, stunning, and compassionate. Everything Zelda had always hoped Link would be once he lost that silly child inside of him.
"I apologize, good sir," the princess allowed him to help her up and she brushed off her dress when she again stood in his present. "I am usually not so clumsy." She let out a small fake laugh. Stupid! She thought.
"Think nothing of it," he smiled at her with both his lips and his eyes. Zelda's heart melted. "My name is Marth, Prince of the fallen Kingdom Altea, heir of Anri, wielder of the divine blade Falchion."
"And I am Roy, son of the lord of Pharae Principality. Are you too here for the tournament?" the other one spoke up. He was similar to Marth in many ways, but she didn't feel anything for him like she did for the prince.
"Yes," she nodded. "My name is Zelda, princess of Hyrule, and I hold the Triforce of Wisdom." She looked at the back of her left hand. The Triforce of Wisdom wasn't glowing, but she knew it was there.
"What is the Triforce?" Marth asked in sincere curiosity. Zelda smiled. There were few things she enjoyed more than explaining the Legend of the Triforce.
Peach wondered why her name was on the list. She wasn't as strong as Mario or Luigi, and she didn't have as many strange powers as Yoshi. She could hover easily and she was a keen gardener, chef, golfer, and tennis player, but still she had no chance at winning a fighting tournament.
She shouldn't think like that. She could win. She could beat a lot of these people here. But what if she had to fight Bowser?
"Excuse me," a voice said from behind her. She jumped and turned around to she a blond man with pointy ears and a green tunic. "My name is Link. I was just interested in meeting you," he said.
"My name is Peach Toadstool. I am the princess of Mushroom Kingdom," she told him very professionally. After all, why should she place any sort of humor in her words?
"It's such an honor to meet a princess of your beauty," he said. He then took her hand, knelt down and kissed it. "I am very eager to see you fight in the tournament, Princess Peach." He then turned around and walked away. What a strange person.
"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for!" a voice said. Nana couldn't find the owner anywhere, so she stopped looking. She was anxious to find out whom she and Popo would be fighting first. They were registered as one fighter, thankfully. She hated being alone.
"I shall now announce the layout of today's tournament!" the voice said. "There shall be thirty-one matches in total. A fighting ground shall be chosen at random. Each fighter shall have three stocks. If you a knocked completely off the stage, knocked too high or too low, then you will lose a stock. If you lose the match then you are eliminated. The winner of the tournament will get whatever he or she desires." There was murmur around the crowd. "Now on this board shall be the posting of each round. I suggest watching others' matches to see how they hold their own, but that is merely a suggestion. Good luck to you all!"
Popo and Nana were the first to arrive at the board. The first sixteen matches were as follows:
Match #1: Ganondorf vs. Yoshi
Match #2: Mr. Game & Watch vs. Zelda
Match #3: Marth vs. Dr. Mario
Match #4: Jigglypuff vs. Captain Falcon
Match #5: Samurai Goroh vs. Samus Aran
Match #6: Ness vs. Fox McCloud
Match #7: King K. Rool vs. Peach
Match #8: Bowser vs. Pichu
Match #9: Ice Climbers vs. Diddy & Dixie Kong
Match #10: Luigi vs. Mewtwo
Match #11: Roy vs. Ridley
Match #12: Wario vs. Pikachu
Match #13: Meowth vs. Link
Match #14: Falco Lombardi vs. Mario
Match #15: Captain Olimar vs. Donkey Kong
Match #16: Kirby vs. Young Link
Diddy & Dixie? Does this mean they too will be fighting two fighters like themselves? Nana thought. The ice climbers were match number nine, giving them plenty of time to prepare. All they could do now was wait and watch the other matches.