Intermission 1: Through the Earlier Days
Here's the first intermission. It's time to see what's been happening at the Smash Mansion for the first couple of days.
Day one, after Falco's arrival…
"So I've run into a group of ships owned by the Lords on Macbeth while we were investigating what caused Corneria City to be vaporized," Falco sighed. He and Lillian were strolling towards the elegant but empty dining room. "Do you know about this?"
"Yes," Lillian replied. "They are known as the Drakar; they are advanced combat-class ships designed for destruction. Since the beginning of our war with the cultists, they have invaded numerous cities in our kingdom and inflicted massive casualties, civilian and soldier alike. A single Drake is fast and difficult to destroy, with durable shields that can withstand weaker attacks and the ability to reach supersonic speeds."
"I've been able to bust their shields with Smart Bombs, so that means they can't withstand stronger things, right?"
"Yes. Excessive force can cause the shield generators to temporarily shut down, leaving the ship vulnerable to opposing fire. Now, another thing to note about the Drakar is that there is a stealth-oriented model called the Svärt Drake; not only does it have a larger variety of weapons, but it can also utilize a cloaking feature that can fool even the most attentive of foes. The outer shell is enhanced with a type of magic that allows it to avoid detection by radar equipment. So far, the only known ways of detecting a Svärt Drake are thermal imaging and life force detection."
After sitting down, Falco dusted his beak off before continuing. "And that's why I couldn't see Lars's ship when I checked up on the Great Fox's radar. That makes a little more sense now."
Lillian gently tugged on her robe to provide more comfort to her body. "What else do you need to ask me about?"
"Um… Do you know anything about the white-skinned monster that Lars owned? It had sharp horns, short claws, and the usual demon crap."
"No, but lately, there has been a rumor in my home realm that the Orm's Lords are attempting to create an army of living demons to wreak havoc upon the otherwise-serene land. Many of us are still unsure if this rumor is true or not, but thanks to your personal encounter, I now have a reason to believe that such creatures exist."
"I think we ought to warn the other groups about this. That would certainly help them out, big time."
But Lillian quickly offered a rebuttal. "Not yet. There is not enough evidence that multiple creatures like the one you've witnessed even exist, unless another group experiences an unlucky run-in. The Lords can be very secretive people…"
"Okay then. Now for the third question; during my fight with Lars, I noticed that he suddenly became weaker near the end, as if something was sapping him of energy, kinda like a leech, y'know? I wonder if you can explain this bizarre event."
"There is a potion known as "Pure Air", or Ren Luft in my language. It was originally used by my kingdom to allow our army to venture into hazardous gases without dying or suffering negative effects, but it was discontinued due to declining resources. It appears that the Lords are illegally taking resources from our neighboring countries and using them to create Ren Luft for themselves. Lars must have run out of this substance at some point during his time at the Lylat System."
"Nah, Lars is smarter than that. I don't think he would let his vial run low on juice, unless anyone on my team did something to it, which I'm not sure about." Before Falco could ask another question, Master Hand floated into the area, ready to let out some important news.
"Falco," he announced, "I got all of your teammates into the medical wing. I've given them a cure for their poisoning, so they should be able to make a full recovery within the day. But some of them, especially Lucas, will stay in bed for a little bit longer because of their injuries."
"Gotcha," the pilot replied. "By the way, are you going to let Fox's family and the Star Fox team stay at the mansion?"
"I will. Besides, Peppy told me that they need a place to stay, and the Lylat System isn't one of them, what with the Lords running rampant and all."
"Thanks. I'll go check up on them later."
As the hand floated back to his office, Falco redirected his attention towards the maiden. His blue eyes locked onto their greenish counterparts, he resumed his list of questions. Hopefully, he pondered, there was more to be revealed…
"Okay, here's another one, even though I haven't thought about this until now: when I busted the bomb at Macbeth, why wasn't there an EMP when it was about to explode?"
"The Blå Eldklot utilizes a special mechanism that relies on kinetic energy to produce an electromagnetic pulse which can disrupt electronic equipment. At top speed, the pulse is very powerful, but when the bomb is idle, it is nonexistent. It may also not come out if the bomb takes heavy damage, which is why the kingdom's army has made it a priority to destroy the explosives before they are launched."
"That's good to know. I wonder if there are other places where the Eldklot is being manufactured…"
"Besides my home realm and Macbeth, there is no other confirmed location where the bomb is being built. However, that may change if the other groups stumble across one. In that scenario, the factory would have to be destroyed as soon as possible because of the explosive's high damage potential."
"Sure. And just one more question before I go…"
The pilot's sentence trailed off as soon as the temple's painting of a mysterious woman entered his mind. There had to be a reason why that picture was on the ceiling in the first place, especially when it also depicted the staff pieces, important items that could stop the Svärtad Orm and possibly the Lords themselves. Furthermore, who could that woman be…?
"Inside the temple at Venom, I noticed a picture of a woman surrounded by the staff pieces on the ceiling. Obviously, the staff is important, but what about the woman? I mean, she had to be put there for a reason."
Lillian closed her eyes for about two seconds after the question was asked. "Legends state of a woman known as the Pure-Hearted Soul, who has greater power over the staff than anyone else because of her status as a female descendant of the hero himself. She is pure in spirit and is believed to reincarnate once per millennium. What the Lords plan to do, in addition to collecting the staff pieces, is to capture this person so that they can revive the Svärtad Orm; due to a safety mechanism, the staff cannot be used by an evil person unless it's somehow corrupted."
Falco pulled out his reflector and began to mess around with it. "Now you just got me curious as to where this person is."
"Her location is kept secret by the kingdom for obvious reasons, so I cannot tell you where she is currently at."
"Okay. I think that's all I have to say." Within seconds, the pheasant began traveling back to his room. Once again, the elegant appearance of the Smash Mansion surrounded him like water, golden water filled with magnificent décor from the most superb of designers. Everything was also brighter thanks to the sun casting its rays upon the building itself.
"Lovely…" he muttered, with no trace of sarcasm to be detected.
Later, at the start of nighttime…
"I need to have a word with Falco," a now-unclothed Lucario whispered, slowly pacing towards Falco's room. Having received treatment from Master Hand and Lillian, the Pokémon was free from poisoning and relieved from injury; besides the toxins being removed from its blood, it was also wrapped in bandages to prevent its wounds from being aggravated. A faint redness was present in certain areas, though this was less significant compared to what was witnessed a few hours ago, when it was battling Lars.
"His room is upstairs," it muttered, pacing up a large stairway that led to the upper floors. A faint thud resonated with each step, which, combined with the empty silence, nearly tricked it into believing that someone else was in the area. The wall-mounted lampposts were enough to bring adequate light, but they were not enough to make everything seem less dim. Now that its mind was focused on the scenery, something else was coming up; the nighttime's effect on the mansion was of the more macabre sort, producing a beauty altered with the essence of darkness. Everything seemed darker, and it would perhaps be even more so if the lights were not on.
It was like staring at a black rose…
Eventually reaching the third floor, Lucario tore away from the stairs and entered another hallway. A few steps were all that was required to reach its destination: a door branded with a blue Star Fox logo.
"Are you there, Falco?" the Pokémon asked, gently knocking on the door.
"What do you want from me, Lucario?" the avian replied, his voice slightly muffled by the closed entryway.
"I need to talk to you about something important."
As the door was pulled open, Lucario was confronted with an image of Falco standing in plain view, minus some of his equipment. The expression on his face was somewhat stern, a sign that he did not enjoy being bothered unless he was being asked for something important.
"What's it about?"
The jackal clasped its paws together. "It has to do with Lillian. May I enter?"
"Sure thing." As the pilot allowed entry, the area around Lucario suddenly transformed into a smaller room decorated with less elegant details and filled with objects typical of a bedroom, such as a bed and a few lamps. The far wall was decorated with a poster depicting the Star Fox team, which was marked by a starry background and a few Arwings.
"So, what's your deal with Lillian?" Falco asked.
"While we were leaving Macbeth," the jackal replied, "I realized something strange, and I would have forgotten about this if Ness had failed to remind me a few hours ago. The maiden did not tell us of the dangers that we would encounter on our adventure, such as Återuppliva or the monster that Lars had. Doesn't it seem strange to you that she would not tell these things unless we asked her about it?
"Well, we were never expecting to come across those things, so I have to agree with you on that one. However, I did ask her a few questions and she did answer to them. There was one response that struck me as odd, however."
Lucario's ears perked up in response. "And what might that be?"
"While I was asking about the temple's painting of a woman, which you probably didn't notice, she told me of a person called the "Pure-Hearted Soul". This lady, who apparently is in hiding, is said to be the most compatible user of the Staff of Björn because of her status as the hero's descendent. The Lords want to capture her because the staff, unless corrupted, will not work in an evildoer's hands."
"That is very strange. Now there's another mystery on our hands… We might need to initiate a search for this woman once all the groups come back; she could be in danger. You may also want to consider further interrogation for Lillian, but for now, we need to keep what we say between you, me, and Ness. If Master Hand catches wind of our beliefs, he may suspect us of something. The same thing goes for the others, unless they, too, become suspicious of the maiden."
"Gotcha. I guess I'll see you in the morning."
"Likewise." The jackal then proceeded to stroll out of the room, with nothing else on its mind.
At the palace of the Lords…
"How could you disappoint me like this, Lars?" the leader hissed. "You are one of the best warriors of this glorious organization. I taught you better than that."
"I beg for your forgiveness, my master," the elderly captain sighed. He was now clothed in a new robe that was identical to his old one. "I had led myself to believe that I could destroy these adversaries with all that I had. It is now clear to me, however, that they were somehow able to decimate my group and my precious pet-"
The leader immediately stood up. The last part of Lars's response struck him as chilling news. "Wait, your creature was destroyed? How?"
"It was defeated by an arrogant bird named Falco, who tore it apart from the inside."
Now the leader was more disturbed. The creatures that his group had created were designed to be indestructible, unable to be killed by conventional means. They were one of the main reasons why the Lords had been so successful in causing mass destruction to the enemy kingdom, its pathetic armies ill-equipped to handle such threats. Nothing could stand in their way… until now.
If word of the creatures' weakness was to be revealed…
No. This was not about to happen, not now. The threat had to be destroyed before it was too late.
"Falco… Never have I heard of such a name. We need to analyze this Falco person so that we can better understand him and the people that he is currently working with. Go work with our realm experts and gather as much information as possible."
"I shall do my best," Lars replied. He was about to leave the room before his leader spoke again.
"And one last thing… Should the threat arrive at this world, I will give you one more chance to lead your group to victory. You better be successful when that time comes, for if you are not…"
An ominous silence crept into the dimly-lit room. The elderly captain patiently waited for the obscure man to finish his statement, with a slight nervousness chilling his nerves.
"You know the consequences of failure."
"I understand," was Lars's response.
Day two, after Samus's arrival…
"WHAT!" Fox screamed. Through a comment from Falco, it was now clear to him that the Great Fox was destroyed, and right now, he was beyond enraged. "THE LORDS BUSTED UP THE GREAT FOX?!"
"I wish I could say otherwise, Foxy," the avian sighed.
"This has got to be a joke, right?! Now I have to pay a fucking FORTUNE to get that damn thing fixed! And you know what's gonna happen next?! I'll be broke as all hell! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!"
"Whoa, calm down-"
But the vulpine stormed off into his bedroom to cool down. This left the ace pilot dumbfounded and unsure of what to do next, as he had never witnessed his leader being stuck in such a burning rage.
"What's that crazy sucker's problem, huh?" a voice from behind asked. Falco twisted around to notice Wolf O'Donnell, the leader of Star Wolf. The lupine was clothed in a sleek uniform consisting of dark boots, dull gray trousers, a bluish jacket with metallic shoulder pads and an undershirt, and purple gloves that only exposed his fearsome claws. His fur was marked by a mixture of white and dull blue, which complimented his uniform. Over his left eye was a futuristic eyepatch, presumably to cover up a previous injury.
"His Great Fox is busted, Wolf," the pilot answered nonchalantly. "And he is right on one thing; it does cost a lot of money to perform repairs."
"Ah, he'll get over it soon enough. Besides, with a job like his, it's easy to make some cold, hard cash."
"I wouldn't say it's easy, but it does have a high monetary output."
Wolf began striding relaxingly towards one of the hallways. "Well, I'm gonna go relax over at the game room. The Lords were quite the workout for me, more so than the Aparoid jackasses from forever. Tell Fox to not disturb me. Otherwise, I'll have to get physical with him."
The avian remained silent as the lupine proceeded to his destination of choice. As the former remained frozen in the sunset-coated hall, he noticed the shadow of Crazy Hand slowly approaching from behind. The movement was slow and deliberate, as if the manic entity was attempting to stalk him.
"Don't even think about it, Crazy," the pilot sternly muttered.
"Aw!" the commentator's brother whined. "I was so close to getting you good! Oh, well…"
Falco crossed his arms together and let out a disgruntled sigh. "Do I look like I even give a damn about your pranks? Look, just go take your antics somewhere else."
"Okay. Also, why was Fox so angry a few moments ago?"
The pilot's eyes widened with shock. Crazy Hand was listening this whole time, and that could be a problem due to his unpredictable nature. "Wait, you were eavesdropping on us?"
"Well, I wouldn't have cared if you hadn't said anything about the Great Fox being destroyed."
"Whatever. And yes, the vehicle's destroyed. It'll take a lot of money to get it fixed or, in the worst kind of scenario, replaced. I wonder if the Smash Brothers can help us out."
"Relax, birdy. We've got plenty of money in this place, enough to buy a bunch of mansions like this one. You and Fox shouldn't have to worry that much."
Falco slowly cracked his knuckles together, albeit in a manner that lacked any threatening aura. "For once, I actually agree with you. Now, I'm gonna order some pizza for a couple of my pals. We're having a movie night in the theatre at around nine o'clock. We're watching this new action movie called Mad Max: Fury Road."
"Who's coming with you?"
"There will be Snake, Peppy, Slippy, Mister Game & Watch, Sonic, and Ness. I think that's about it. You can come if you want to, but try to keep yourself in check."
With a delighted giggle, the crazed hand proceeded to soar into the movie theatre at speeds faster than the pilot's relaxed walk.
Somewhere in the unknown realm, a few hours earlier…
"No, stay back!" the young man yelled. His sword continued to hack through enemy flesh and was gradually soaking with black blood on all sides, even going so far as to coat his hands with the corrupted substance. The Lords were continuing to swarm him relentlessly, and they exhibited no signs of backing down whatsoever. He, on the other hand, was slowly cracking from the pressure of fatigue, with no sleep for the past day, barely any food and water, and constant battles with the very foes that sought to bring hellish ruin.
"End your resistance now," a voice growled. "Relinquish the location of the pieces and the Pure-Hearted Soul…"
"Over my dead body." The man continued to defend himself, cutting down numerous foes and fleeing when the opportunity was available. Magical spells, ranging from icy blasts to energy-made spears, were flying all over the endless forest, but agility was there to save the would-be victim; instead, the projectiles struck the trees and created permanent scars that would forever remain in the forest's infrastructure. For the most part, the grounded roses were spared, though a few of them were trampled by both the man and the Lords.
"Let me be!" the hero yelled again. With a swift thrust, he successfully skewered a nearby foe.
"Do you really believe that we will submit to your demands?" the voice spat. "Your naivety never ceases to amuse us."
BOOM!
A nearby explosion almost knocked the man right off his feet. He had very little time to stabilize himself, especially when he was close to a slanted hill, and that was all the Lords needed to land a solid blow.
CRACK!
A spear was launched right into his chest, with painful results. As blood soaked his uniform, a loud groan crawled out of his closed mouth, which nearly turned into a scream as his nerves became severely overloaded. The effort to pull the weapon out produced an uncomfortable sound from the affected area as well as a short yell that screamed absolute weakness.
"Now, fall into darkness… forever," the voice whispered. Several more spears were launched, with all of them striking their weakened target. Multiple cracks pierced the gentle air, their ferociousness ruining the tranquility of the forest. Continuous screaming was all that the man could do. His defense was now gone.
Nocturnally helpless
And weak in the light
Depending on a prayer
Pacing deserted roads to find
A seed of hope…
"EEEYYYAAHHHHH!"
Around midnight…
"Well, it's such a bummer that a good night is coming to an end," Falco sighed. By this point, all the other occupants of the red, plain theatre had left to sleep up for tomorrow; only he, the creator of the party, was left. The movie was an amazing experience, with constant but well-choreographed action and a plot that, while a little bare, flowed smoothly. From his earlier observations, the others apparently enjoyed it as well, including Peppy, who usually shied away from more violent works of art. It, along with the rest of his off-period, was such a sweet breather after yesterday's battle with the Orm's Lords, but it would only last until the entire group of Smashers was ready to confront the source of the dark threat. Oh, well… The best thing he could do was to enjoy it as much as possible.
"I'm so damn full…" he groaned, desperately attempting to hold his stomach in. A heavy feeling was gripping his body due to the amount of pizza he had consumed, and it was not going away anytime soon. To be fair, he was indeed hungry at the start of the party, but now, it was dawning upon him that he had consumed more slices than his stomach could comfortably contain. Next time, he would exhibit better restraint over his food consumption. Shutting down the lights, Falco quietly strolled out of the theatre and into the rest of the mansion's topmost floor. The dark sky was currently sprinkling tiny drops of snow, which were nearly invisible to most observers, and the windows were once again affected by a buildup of ice. Aurorae presented their rainbow of colors and stretched far distances, but the heavy clouds partially blocked out their majestic beauty. Silence hovered over the cold air and gave off the false impression that the mansion was abandoned, which was boosted by the lower number of inhabitants.
Following his descent to the second floor, Falco wandered into the main hall and set his sights upon the kitchen, solely to obtain a drink. He was, for some strange reason, growing increasingly thirsty despite the amount of liquids he had consumed earlier. Maybe the food was doing this to him, but even this belief was shrouded with uncertainty. His descent down the stairway was relatively normal, but when he landed on the ground floor…
"No…"
"What the hell is that?" the pilot whispered to himself. Still strolling at a slow pace, he approached the living room, which was where the sound, a whimpering voice, was supposedly originating from. Someone was whispering something, but who could that person be…
"Leave me alone…"
Wait, that soft, feminine tone of voice with the Scandinavian accent… Could it be…
"Lillian?" the avian mumbled. Speeding up slightly, he entered the living room with caution. Worry was entering his mind as he tried to ponder just what was going on with the maiden; it was likely that she was simply having a terrible dream, but with her mysterious character in consideration, anything was possible. Regardless of the scenario, the only way to find out was to approach the area where she was sleeping.
"You cannot do this…"
"I can't understand what she's saying, but whatever it is, it doesn't sound too good," Falco muttered worriedly. It was only with a few more steps that he was met with an image of the sleeping Lillian. The sleep was not a peaceful one, for her face was painted with overtones of fear. Her eyelids were shut tight, as if trying to keep the ocular organs underneath from witnessing true terror, but they failed to keep tears from streaming down her face. Her mouth was open slightly, letting loose the air produced from her unsteady breathing. The delicate hands were grasping the pillow with a heavy amount of pressure, something that a sleeping person would not be doing under normal circumstances.
"Hey," the pilot whispered, "Wake up…"
"Let me go…!"
"C'mon, wake up…!"
Darkness.
It was all that surrounded her. There was no trace of light to be found, not even a single speck. Her body was paralyzed, not just by fear, but by a physical force keeping her limbs and torso locked in place.
"Why must you torment me like this…?" she whimpered. Her face was soaked with the tears of her agony, a sign of perceived weakness.
"You cannot escape…" a deep, raspy voice hissed. "Your kingdom shall fall to our hellfire…"
"No… No…!"
"Lillian… Lillian…"
The maiden struggled to free herself as the voice grew deeper and louder. Her heart was losing control to the point of beating erratically. This doom was closing in on her, and there was almost nothing that could be done to prevent it.
"NO!"
"Lillian… LILLIAN…"
"Lillian, wake up!" Falco harshly whispered. As he spoke, his feathered hands were shaking Lillian's shoulders. Their grip was not very tight, but it was just enough to where he could force her out of a nightmare. A few seconds passed, and the maiden soon awoke with a loud gasp.
"F-Falco…?" she coughed. "What are you?"
"Relax; you just gotta take a bit of a breather. You were having a pretty bad nightmare there."
Lillian pulled the hair out of her face to make better eye contact with the ace pilot. "I was stuck in darkness, and I was hearing this voice… this demonic entity that speaks of nothing but horrific doom."
"I don't know if it was due to something that you've encountered or if it's simply due to the worries in your mind. Now, did you recognize the voice in any way? Was it someone that you know personally?"
"No. The voice was too far distorted for the sake of recognition. To be honest, however, I would like to avoid hearing it again because of its fear-inducing tendencies."
Falco paused for a few seconds to let the entire amount of information sink in. As if the mysteries surrounding the current adventure were not enough, this incident was now happening. It could just be a one-off event for now. But if this occurred again, especially if something important was revealed, then there would have to be an investigation. Dusting off his jacket, he continued the conversation with the following statement:
"Alrighty then, let me know if something like this happens again."
"I will," the maiden replied. But as soon as she stopped speaking, a voice suddenly echoed inside the realm of her own mind.
"Lillian…? This is Captain Falcon. I need to tell you something important."
"Hold on, Falco. Captain Falcon's contacting me."
The pheasant did not reply, instead waiting patiently for Lillian to finish conversing with the good captain. Initially, as she was conversing, the mysterious woman's face was virtually emotionless, for she was not anticipating anything serious, important, or otherwise noteworthy. This was a stark contrast to what was present from before, when nightmarish agony was present; even the tears had dried up, effectively destroying their presence from before. As the minute passed, however, the stoic expression transformed into one of grave concern.
"Is there something wrong?" Falco asked, quickly catching sight of the change. But the maiden did not answer immediately, as she was still listening to Falcon's voice. He was, due to his impatience, tempted to ask again, but within the next minute, luck soon rushed to his aid.
"Falco," Lillian sighed, her voice darker and more depressing, "Princess Peach… She's been…"
"Oh, shit," the pilot interrupted. "The Lords did something very bad to her, right?"
"I'm afraid so. I need to inform Mario about this immediately; it would be wrong for me to keep him in the dark about this." She immediately established a telepathic connection with the plumber, the one person who had been the closest to the princess throughout the years.
"Mario, are you there?" she asked. She waited for a few seconds, but there was no response all. Maybe he was busy with something, she pondered. Her voice called out his name again, but the Mushroomer still failed to reply.
"Wait a minute, he is not responding to my attempts to contact him. I need to check up on his vital signs." She closed her eyes to seek out the hero's status. Again, Falco was forced to wait for a meager amount of time. This occasion was noticeably shorter, however, as the maiden's second task did not require as much effort as the first. As she successfully tracked down vital signs, her eyes slowly began to open.
"What's up with Mario?" the pilot curiously asked.
"Mario… is in what appears to be a comatose state," the woman replied. "Also, while I was checking up on him, I have noticed that the other members of his group are under this same condition as well, with the sole exception of Diddy. It's as if they had been affected by something powerful."
"You mean like an injury?" Falco scratched the back of his head.
"Maybe. However, I will be unable to find out until Mario and his party wake up. I'll try again in the morning."
Without another word, Falco strolled out of the living room to get some much-needed sleep for tomorrow, but not before retrieving a bottle of water from the kitchen. Lillian, on the other hand, resumed her period of rest, albeit with a slight amount of worry on her mind. Hopefully, the nightmare would not get to her again…
Day three, morning time, prior to Mario's arrival…
"Mario is what?" Master Hand questioned.
"He and his group are stuck in a comatose state," Lillian sighed. "That's why I have been unable to inform him about Peach's crisis. I will try to contact him again in a few minutes."
"Oh. I just hope that he and the others don't die from their condition. We'd be a couple of good fighters short."
"I agree."
As the commentator floated away, Lucario and Falco approached the main hall from one of the second floor's hallways. They remained partially hidden from their leader to avoid drawing unneeded attention.
"What do you think we should do, besides the most obvious route?" the Pokémon questioned.
"Maybe we can do a search to see what Lillian's up to," the pilot responded. "We better keep our heads down, though, because if we're caught, the others are going to be watching our every move."
"Point taken. Now, let us begin our investigation."
The duo proceeded with their intended plan, hoping to uncover something important.
To be truthful, ever since I've inherited the Great Fox from my father, I hoped that I would be able to pay off the eighty-year loan that came from building it. That is why the money earned from my team's missions is so important to us, to me especially. But now, thanks to those damn Lords, it'll be next to impossible to clear up all the necessary payments, along with the additional debt created from the previous version's destruction by the Aparoids. I know that the Smash Brothers have a large amount of money in the basement's vault, which can definitely help me some, but still…
Also, I'm glad that my wife, son, and teammates are all safe because of Falco's heroic efforts. Who knows what the Lords could have done to them…
-Fox McCloud
And that concludes the first intermission. Next theatre: Captain Falcon's. Also, as a bit of a side note, I have seen Mad Max: Fury Road before, and it was a damn good action movie. Try watching it when you get the chance.
"Drake"="Dragon" ("Drakar" is the plural form)