Star's Allies
Omake - Another Adventure
New Year's Special
WARNING: THIS IS NOT CANON. REALLY, IT'S NOT. ALSO, HAPPY NEW YEAR.
"We are going. NOW."
The crew scrambled on their feet back to the Lor Starcutter.
Kine stumbled a bit, but he eventually made it.
Up into the control room, Magolor fired up the engine and the ship blasted through with a crack in the sky, leaving the planet.
They were going to cross the dimensions, once again.
"Hey hey, this time we'll make it back home, right?" Taranza asked, tired.
"Of course we will!" Magolor reassured.
Magolor dove under a giant dimension and flew into another.
"Strap your buckles, we're entering the dimension!"
"Mate, your ship doesn't even have buck-"
Taranza was cut off, flung across the room as the ship dove into the dimension Magolor targeted on.
…
The ship zoomed into the starry portal the Lor created. Taranza stood up, rubbing his head after the nasty drag from the jolt.
They drove into the night sky of their unknown destination, glistening and shining to all who see it.
Magolor slowed the ship down, landing his craft gently.
The ground was covered in snow, and snow it was for miles and miles around. Magolor exited his ship to the deck, shivering slightly as he felt cold air hitting his face.
It was a cold, dead world. There was nothing.
Nothing at all.
Another trip.
Another try.
His passengers were getting tired. Either tired or cranky. He was sick of it. It had been five or so days of him just jumping into dimensions, trying to find their world.
Oh well. Here we go again.
Magolor landed the ship with difficulty. There was no flat ground. He eventually decided to keep it floating up in the sky.
This world was monotone in color, as accents of gray color the world around them.
A lot of things were floating. Rocks were floating. Some leaves were floating. Nothing fell according to gravity.
It's as if… time stopped.
Beyond the darkness surrounding the Lor, Magolor eyed a sky high metallic blue tower, broken into pieces, hanging in the air unaffected by gravity like all other floating objects.
A monstrous created roared at him, its eyes flashing a deep red with orange arrows around its body.
Magolor turned tail and fled.
…
Out of the dimension, he launched the ship again.
Taranza eventually stopped coming to see the worlds they visited.
They all wanted to get home.
To do that…
Magolor wasn't sure if his plan would work. Sure, his ship was basically a highly intelligent computer, but putting an algorithm to launch them into worlds back-to-back…
It might be endless.
Magolor paid the thought no heed as he launched the code, taking the ship across dimensions, moving at a pace which Magolor would consider 'good enough'.
It'd fly into a world, land on the surface, wait a couple minutes and fly off into another.
If there was no place to land, it'll move on. And he could take control manually if things looked… off.
The wait is going to kill us in the end.
Isn't time always the barrier to most of our endeavors?
Sure is. Sure is…
The mage launched the code and off the ship goes into a dimension he did not know.
He was going to have loads of fun…
His first glance into this new dimension was technology.
There were shiny lights, tall buildings, and an organised city plan.
The Lor, seeing no place to land, sped off immediately.
His plan really was working…!
It'd take them time now to find their home.
Ah, the joys of travelling. Waiting in boredom or fleeing in a frenzy.
Speaking of which… it takes him back to when he thought travelling wouldn't be so bad.
…
Magolor rushed out of the fiery, charred dome the Halcandrians used as their main hangar. With him, a star-shaped key in tow. The master key, which can start ignition in any ship.
People were already crowding over the mishap. He'd need to do this quick...
...lest his thievery gets noticed.
Magolor, wearing a ragged old coat, sneaked around the patrols the guards were doing, and off he went trying to find a ship in the runway.
He didn't find a ship in the hangar, funnily enough. It was all so troubling, so hard to break in that he nearly flipped out at naught a sight of a ship.
"Alright… where in the world is that ship," he mumbled to himself.
Magolor was getting impatient now. Searching runways should be easy! His increased his pace and moved with a slight tap on his foot as he slowly jogged.
The sound was immediately noticeable.
A guard turned to Magolor, a distance away.
"Hey, you! Give me your authorization or I will ask you to kindly turn yourself in. This is a restricted area!" shouted one guard who happened to notice Magolor.
Shit.
Magolor sped off, running as the guard radioed the rest of the security crew. Within minutes, he would have a swarm of officers attempting to apprehend him. That wouldn't be good.
Magolor broke into cold sweat as more and more guards came down his path. He dodged some trying to cut him off, as some guards pull out their weapons and tried to shoot at the fleeing egg.
In retaliation, Magolor shot back a ball of shadow, exploding and hindering the guards. With the small frame of weakness, Magolor dashed, swearing under his breath.
His eyes darted around, trying to find a ship somewhere, anywhere-
Aha.
A blue ship, accented by small bits of gold and white was visible on a runway some miles away.
He'd just need to run there.
The guards were back at it, as Magolor laughed in short breaths as he held the key in his hands.
Multiple ships began to surround him, flashing bright lights at the young wizard as they circled around the thief.
Magolor rushed to the entrance of the ship and shut the door immediately.
He heard banging as soon as he locked the door.
"Open up!" commanded one guard.
"Get the door buster!" asked another to her friend.
Magolor chuckled and hopped to the command room.
He happened to notice the ship was snazzy and oh so fancy. Makes it even more worth it.
He inserted the key into a keyhole, igniting the engine as he took off, controlling the ship wildly.
Magolor soon got the hang of it though, feeling a rush of adrenaline and the ships that were circling him are now chasing after him, weapons drawn out.
Turns out, he's a natural born pilot. He stuttered on the controls at the beginning, but soon got the hang of it as he pulled loops, swerves, and close calls, all in an effort to flee the scene and take off into space.
A sudden noise, however, shook him with fear.
"Mates, this guy- blue, Halcandrian- stole the ancient ship!"
"Oh, I can't believe it. After all the upgrades, too?"
"Shit, get the colonel on the system!"
A speaker was playing all this for him.
The ship slowed down their chase as Magolor ascended into orbit and out.
He sighed in relief as he escaped what would've been his capture.
Magolor sped off with his brand new ship.
…
Just like now. Off on another adventure.
This time… to what he would now call home.
Not Halcandra. Never again.
Taranza laid there sleeping, head in the clouds above.
His soul watched on, looking at the spider.
It was boring. Small talk was made.
How was the trip? You pressed the button. And now you ended up in this mess.
I know, I know. Screw off, please.
Needless to say, it did not help. Taranza's Soul stood silent after Taranza waved them off just like that.
Sectonia never gave him this much trouble.
Well, less trouble than now…
The worst she's done was trying to take the world for herself. Much like that horrific world…
Where the king died. And Kirby's nowhere to stop it.
What would other, ruined worlds look like…?
Would it be ruined to all hell?
Like the voided world, nothing of note; actually, nothing at all?
Or like the world Sectonia envisioned, which the old him supported gleefully?
Taranza sighed.
The universe, he supposed, wasn't like he suspected.
Say, is it universe? Magolor used the term 'dimension'.
"Ahh. This isn't my league…"
He'll leave the brainy stuff to Magolor.
Taranza sighed yet again.
Nothing's been happening for the past day-
The ship shook. Wildly, as if thrown about in circles and out of its cruise.
When this happens, he sure knew what to expect.
Trouble. Again.
"Act two will air someday in the future! For now, the show has ended! Hang in anticipation as the crew stumbles upon a flower-ridden Dreamland!"
"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"
A crash rang through the sky, as the inhabitants currently watching turned their eyes to the great starship, avoiding a cloaked creature, with none but one hit on its hull.
A star shaped portal opened, and they were gone, along with the monster.
The actors watched in shock, even Magolor, as he watched his ship fly and disappear.
"Say, that wasn't part of the show, right?" Kirby inquired.
The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves.
The director, who was nearby, up on the back of the stage, watched the whole ordeal.
"Huh."
Marx, now on the actual stage after lowering himself from the tower of Squeaks, watched on, too.
Everyone was in awe of what miracle just flew in the sky.
…
"Dodge!"
"I know! Don't rush me, please!"
Taranza was in the control room. You know, for support.
Despite not helping at all.
Magolor took control, spinning the ship this way and that way, trying to dodge the bullets from this mysterious creature.
It was cloaked, hostile, and out for blood.
His… her..? Its attacks kept hitting, slowly but surely.
They weren't going to escape this one unscathed.
The damage was going to get major soon.
He needed to protect his ship.
"...I'm gonna go out there."
Taranza blankly stared at Magolor. Finally, he gave his response. "Excuse me, you're gonna do what?"
"I'm going to go out there, and no one's stopping that plan."
"Mate, your ship's going to be in ruins if you go out there. Let me, instead. You're the only pilot we have."
Magolor held back his protest when he processed it in his head.
His idea seemed stupid now.
"Okay, fine… get out there and give 'em a good beating, alright?"
"You know it!" Taranza exclaimed, confident.
The arachnid stepped out the door out to the deck.
Dimensions passed around him as the ship passed through portal to portal. In front of him, though, was one peculiar man.
Taranza came face-to-face with a humanoid looking creature wearing a cloak and very, very tall in height.
"Who are you?"
The creature did not respond immediately. Taranza charged.
Within seconds, he spoke out a sentence.
"I am Nightmare."
A shining light came. Nightmare laughed crazily, as the light died down, Taranza was bewildered at his attack, canceled.
"Now now, that would be quite rude, wouldn't it?"
Taranza started to back off. He needed to activate his soul form. Unnerved, the spider-turned-moth shot a ray of light as the man.
This one passed through him, leaving a small hole where the light once passed.
"Hmm. Maybe I should stop joking now."
Nightmare raised his arm, his hand forming into a crooked form.
He sliced at Taranza. Taranza put up a quick dodge.
"I need something from you all."
He sliced again. Taranza parried his attack, and shot another beam of light. It pierced his skin…?
"I need the children."
Nightmare did not falter, as the man now started to fire three blasts of spherical bombs.
"From the clutches of Termina. I need them. I need their power. Their combined power… ascends even the Star Rod."
"Mate, you're off your rockers!" Taranza cried out, as he started to get a lot more aggressive with his attacks.
Magolor came onto the deck.
Taranza turned to him.
"I thought you were controlling the ship!?"
"We're home. We made it back."
He didn't even notice. He looked around to see Dreamland… well, the normal Dreamland.
"Oh." Focus lost, he turned to the beanstalk before getting slashed at by Nightmare.
They had forgotten he was there. The moth cried in pain, flying off the ship.
Magolor had set the autopilot on, circling the air of their Dreamland.
And one pest remains from their travels.
Really, Taranza definitely needed help.
This guy was tough. Looked tough, feels tough, from all the pressure he's feeling.
Magolor charged, his soul form out and about with dark spheres up and out, and aimed for Nightmare.
A black screen rolled.
"I swea' ta gawd, these films are darned; too short! HAL just tryin' to get moah revenue, at this point."
The triple 'D' complained, carrying a nearly empty bag of popcorn in his hands. Beside him, is Bandana Waddle Dee, taking his spear from the security box nearby.
"Yeah. The film sucked so bad that it may as well not release at all! It kept on derailing the story, I don't know what's even going anymore," Bandana agreed, spear with him as they left the theatre.
"And maybe because your studio collaborated with this film, sire…" Bandana mumbled.
"Wha' was that?"
"Oh, nothing."
"So… which moveh we're going ta nex'?"
Bandana thought for a moment, as he tapped the butt of his spear onto the ground.
"Hmm. Maybe 'Return to Dreamland'? The film has the same actors, but it's one of their well-received movies."
"Aghh, nowadays, movehs are too complicat'd…. alrighty then, we're gonna watch that next time."
Bandana looked up to Dedede, before pointing out the positives.
"Hey, at least it's they're changing for the better. These small parts kinda made it look like an episodic thing, ya' know? A better change for the new year."
"Ah, yeah. A film series, like 'Galaxy Battles' or something like tha', righ'? I can dig tha'."
"Hey hey, I'll invite you to my house way up on the mountains. We'll watch some good films for the christmas and new years' cheer," Bandana offered.
Dedede contemplated for a second, before accepting it. "Sure, what ya' got in mind?"
The two talked some more before parting off.
AN:
Hey hey, Happy New Year. Here's a small short in omake-land, with dimensions, dimensions, and dimensions.
This is where a play might be real in another, or it may just be a movie.
Then again, I'm just having fun with this one, haha.
Guest (WHAT THE BIMPS): Yeah, the schedule's pretty much me procrastinating my ass off until the chapter is finished and proof-read (I do still miss some mistakes, hehe). Also, Happy New Year to ya'.