Purpose.
Sailor 'Navi" Waddle Dee always yearned to find his purpose in life. In his honest opinion, life was like the sea. The calming waters and undertow were tranquil. The breeze that swept and billowed was comforting, the cyan streaks of the skies stretched out towards the horizon along the jutted body of water that made up the ocean. Every millimeter of water was like people. There's so much depth to it that even a singular speck interwoven with others meant so much more. But, water was always a powerful force. And not just proven scientifically. Waves could become grander, the water levels fluctuating depending on the natural force- Whether it'd be gravitational, tectonically shifting chucks of earth or disruption from volcanic activities' tremors- The tides washing all with the strength of the currents, structures, people and more.
Sailor Waddle Dee preferred to view it in a metaphorical sense. Of how something so calming and constant can change and sweep normalcy out of someone's life in a blink of an eye and all powerful tides- Just like life itself. The dazzling light encompassing an area, rays of sunlight filtering from center-parted clouds and casting the surrounding area in its shimmer. The gradient of warm, pastel colors of pink brewing a concocting mixture alongside orange, yellow and the white streaks of the clouds coalesced to create a tantalizing view of more than mere amber that jutted the horizon in its glow. Swirls of white blended in among the brewing concoction that were amber, perfectly complimenting the plentiful colorations of the overarching, vivid scenery among the sea.
Within an oceanic setting, a plethora of various seafaring ships and boats were all sprawled across the tides of the placid seas, all carefully docked among the various structures of wooden planks and anchors burrowed within the deaths of the placid undertows that were jutted across the oceanic body.
Sailor was well aware his purpose in life was not to become a fighter, for one of his diminutive stature- Let alone species were meant for combat. His inefficiency for self defense, the constant pats on the back as others viewed his unwavering determination as something merely classified as cute, someone as naïve and blissful as he undeserving to taint themselves. And... Normally, he'd agree with such an assessment. He never transcribed himself as a warrior, more-so a reluctant, shy figure expressing nothing more than mere innocence. Even suggestions beyond his artistic craft and skills in technological engineering and applied navigation for seafaring ships weren't taken as seriously as they should rightfully be when it came to the occasional topic of battle.
Sailor always aspired to be one as confident and aspiring as Meta Knight. His commanding presence filled to the brim with nothing but protection- The warmth of his tone when speaking to the innocence he yearns to protect and his unwavering grace in battle were awe-inspiring. He was one of his ever persistent motivators and inspiration, to the degree one could call him a "Meta Knight" fanboy who isn't obnoxious and remained unobtrusive despite his talents.
However… There was a current issue. One that was quite problematic. In short summary, an abrupt attempt of a takeover was staged. It was mainly the purpose for the created battleship, the Halberd, which was why the moment operating systems were tested and freed of any doubt, Meta Knight had sought out to begin his conquest with no concrete location to seize– For the warrior from the stars were too quick on the draw. The reasoning behind the Knight's siege of control from the unitarian, self-proclaimed monarch was quite simple. To get a weary land to begin functioning like a normal society. It wasn't a venture the Sailor necessarily agreed upon, but… The reasoning for Why Meta-Knight would do it was for the best interest of everyone, even if the end doesn't justify the means. And so, it began and therefore it ended. The complete and paramount dismantling of the Halberd led for a heap of panicking in the midst of every foiled attempt to halt the determined Puffball. They even shot down Dyna Blade reluctantly, for Nova's sake! And yet, the attack was finalized by the battleship being unable to support itself any longer, for the damage Kirby, Meta Knight and the deployed and promptly destroyed Heavy Lobster had been too great for the inner workings of the descending battleship.
The surrounding vicinity was encompassed entirely by grains of sand. A mere cesspool that led beneath, churning from the rippling waves jutting the surface of the placid waters and it's undertow, the fluctuating level of water with it's tides high occasionally crashing into the shoreline. The gradient of warm, pastel colors of pink brewing a concocting mixture alongside orange, yellow and the white streaks of the clouds coalesced to create a tantalizing view of more than mere amber that jutted the horizon in its glow. Swirls of white blended in among the brewing concoction that were amber, perfectly complimenting the plentiful colorations of the overarching, vivid scenery among the sea. Within the oceanic setting, an assortment of various seafaring ships with various designs found themselves occasionally sprawled across the placid sea, docked among the structure of wooden planks as anchors were leveled beneath the rippling surface, burrowed underneath the undertow to avoid unnecessary drifting into it's currents when not prepared.
Therefore, when swept up in the undertow of unwavering, narrow tides of sea, his body obscured and breathing hampered by water as he drowned in the midst of shipwreck, he never expected for the knight to remark and express confidence in his spirit. To know his talents and truly dub him a "warrior" as it will. That even despite the currents of water no longer sweeping his body within a gravitational force with powerful suction- His drenched fur bristled by the calming breeze no longer followed by heavy winds. Sailor Dee felt as if he could breathe properly again, however he couldn't when those six words plagued his consciousness on repeat.
"You truly are commendable. A warrior."
The warmth that radiated and spread through his chest like hot chocolate, yet the unwavering determination that persisted during his attempts of self preservation undying and attracting like moths to a flame. Mulling over the persistent soft murmur that crooned, slicing through the calming silence like butter, addled with genuineness and serenity. The tone of voice spoken in a thrumming murmur echoing throughout every crevice of the waddle dee's consciousness in the midst of repetition after another, his thought process coming to a halt amongst an extended offer. One that made the Waddle Dee numbly tip his head in acceptance despite the excitement searing beneath washing over him like waves, rippling through his fur like goosebumps.
"I-I… Thank you, sire!"
And now here he were, situated atop of a cliffside alongside a masked swordsmen with his cape enveloping his form, huddled in a way it seamlessly acted and looked as if the masked swordsmen donned a cloak. There was absoutely nothing he could possibly think of that'll be perfect for comforting the knight with what their current situation had became. All Sailor could do now was Hope thing's would improve. Maybe... Perhaps after the setting sun?
