Big thanks to the favorites, follows, and reviews this time around~! It's always a great feeling to see and read them. Of course, I'm sure reading Meta Knight and Galacta fight like a couple of kids is a story worth reading too. So that being said, I'll be quiet and let you enjoy this chapter!
"Ugh." Meta Knight glared at the setting sun, "We can't head out now. We'll have to wait until morning." He didn't say whose fault it was, but he glared pointedly at Galacta.
"It doesn't matter, does it?" Galacta asked. "We won't even be on this planet."
"It's easier to keep track of time. If we leave Popstar in its morning-"
"Where are we going anyway?"
Meta Knight paused, offended at being interrupted. "We're heading to Shiver Star. There are remains there that seem to be similar to the technology that Haltmann-"
"How far is it?"
"-that Haltmann Works Company produced. I'm sure we can find something there that relates to-"
"I asked how far it was-"
"Relates to Star Dream. As for how far it is, it's a few planets away-"
"Are you ignoring me?" Galacta asked indignantly. "I'm helping you so much and you ignore me!"
"All you did today was throw knives and fly too much."
"I'm sacrificing my valuable time to help you." Galacta said.
"Valuable time from being sealed?" Meta Knight deadpanned, before shaking his head. "No. Be quiet. I'm talking."
"You always are." Galacta shot back once more.
Meta Knight was able to ignore him this time and continued. "We'll be heading out in the morning, so I'll show you to your room. Pay attention, because the Halberd is designed in a way that confuses invaders."
"Okay." Galacta replied.
There was a pause. Meta Knight was expecting...more of an outburst. But, you shouldn't question brutes who are agreeable all of a sudden. Just watch your back and it'll be fine. "Good. Follow me."
There were a lot more twists and turns than Galacta expected so he just zoned out soon enough. Needless to say, he didn't learn how to go through the Halberd.
"I'm sure you'll be fine, either way. You shouldn't be walking around late at night anyway. I'll come around in the morning to walk to the deck once more."
"Great, yeah." Galacta headed straight to the door Meta Knight stopped at. "Is this it?"
"...Yes, just don't-" Meta Knight narrowed his eyes as the door slammed shut. He let out his breath slowly in order to stay calm. Galacta Knight was probably just tired after...losing all day.
He just hoped the warrior would be less difficult tomorrow. The Access Arc had to be rid of soon, and he wanted it done. Kirby may have taken care of the surface but it was up to him for through cleaning.
Especially after being caught and used as a weapon so easily.
("It wasn't your fault,") Galaxia assured him. Meta Knight sighed and began to walk to his own room. That particular event was behind him now. Don't think about it...
Meanwhile, Galacta looked around the bedroom with a critical eye. He expected it to be as cold as the rest of the ship was, with metal floors and walls, but to his pleasant surprise, the floor was actually carpeted and it was simply furnished.
He supposed if it was the Bat's home, and he lived here, it'd make sense to have things comfortable.
What he assumed to be a closet door, a dresser...there were no windows since this was still a battleship, but Galacta liked it more just because of it.
Finally, his red eyes landed on what he was hoping for.
He took off his mask and placed it on the nightstand by the bed, walking almost cautiously toward it. Placing a hand on the covers, Galacta swept them aside and stared at the bed-sheets, and pillows, and pillow covers...!
He got in and marveled at the soft mattress. The warrior laid back on the pillows comfortably, covering himself snugly.
I have to admit it...that Bat has good taste. So soft...
This was the first time he's been in a bed since the first time he was sealed...and it was great...
He fell asleep within a few minutes, completely lax.
Several hours later, he awoke to a dark room and realized it was a bad idea to fall asleep so early. Galacta stared up at the ceiling in boredom.
The bed is still comfy...just go back to sleep.
He blinked. No good. It was taking too long.
And staring at one thing was bothering him.
Giving up, Galacta sat up and stretched his wings out. Eugh...never sleep on your back again. It cramps.
The warrior kicked the sheets away and stood up, wondering what to do.
There's the Armory...~
But what floor was it on again? Jeez, that Waddle whatever was a bad tour guide.
What else could he do...
What floor was he on?
...
Galacta shrugged. There was only one way to find out for sure.
He put on his mask again and walked to the door.
The pink knight walked down the hall casually, as if he wasn't wondering where he was and it wasn't midnight. There was soon a turn and he took it, not really caring where he was going, as long as he wasn't in one place.
As he continued, he noticed a lack of doors now. He probably had just left the bedrooms section. He briefly wondered where the Bat's would be. On the same floor as the rest, or would it be on a different floor? Since he was the captain, it'd make sense if it were above the rest.
But if he was foolish enough to give his opponent a sword, then he probably believed his crew were on equal footing with him.
Oh, shush. The bat was a great fighter. If he weren't, he wouldn't have defeated him.
Are you defending him?
Galacta blinked in boredom, not paying attention to his thoughts as he noticed a light under a door-a different one from the bedrooms.
This sparked his interest and he didn't hesitate in coming to a halt near the frame and leaning in to hear whoever was in there. He waited only a few seconds before getting annoyed and simply walked in.
Of course, who else would it be than the Bat himself.
Galacta narrowed his eyes, but in confusion this time and not anger. This was the kitchen, from the looks of it.
"What are you doing up so late?" Meta Knight spoke up first in an accusatory tone. He covered the fancy glass and ingredients of the dessert with a wing.
"Me?" Galacta laughed, "What about you? Late night eating?"
The Bat hesitated a bit too long. "No."
"So, you're just standing around in the kitchen."
"...Yes." Meta Knight drew out. "It's my ship."
Galacta stared. "Where's your mask?"
"..." His eyes traveled down to the counter. The silver mask was on the same counter he was at but out of reach.
When he looked back up, Galacta was walking over. He panicked a little. "Shouldn't you be asleep? Go back to your room."
"Not tired." He responded, getting to the counter and reaching over. "Move your wing."
"Why? No." Meta Knight declined. He tried keeping a straight face but he has gotten too used to the mask. He looked pained.
"Your choice," Galacta sighed, picking up the mask. "Bye." He turned and began to leave.
Meta Knight frowned. He was not going to walk through the Halberd without his mask.
Lowering the wing covering his dessert, the knight calculated the amount of time it would take to wrench the mask from Galacta and fly back...a few seconds at most...and even if it didn't, he was sure that he could raise his wings enough so that the insufferable warrior wouldn't see.
Why was he so interested anyway!
Shrugging this off, he flared his wings to stay a few inches off the ground and dashed over.
"Give back my mask-" He began until realizing that Galacta was turned slightly to shoot him a wicked grin. He had expected him to charge..?
Galacta flung his mask like a Frisbee to the other side of the room.
Meta Knight stared as it flew and winced when it hit the far wall. He whipped his head back to glare but only saw feathers flutter down where the knight used to be. His dessert-!
Too late. Galacta had jumped into the air right after tossing the mask and flapped over to the counter. "Oh. You were scarfing down sugar?" He said in disappointment, staring at the tastefully decorated parfait.
"..." Meta Knight refused to look at Galacta, opting to walk over to where his mask had landed, cape around him.
Galacta continued, not caring for the silent treatment. "And this late at night. How did you ever beat me? I swear..." he glared at the ice cream.
The Bat picked up his mask and turned, narrowing his eyes. "Maybe you're not as good as you thought. And a knight who 'scarves down sugar' beat you easily."
Fighting words.
"You did not beat me easily!" Galacta yelled hotly, "You could barely stand when I fell!"
"You were too busy fainting to tell the first time." Meta Knight hid his smile by putting on his mask again.
"And the second?!"
"You were too busy shoving me to take your place in the crystal."
"Ah-ha! But you couldn't stop me from pushing you in front of me."
"You caught me by surprise. I would hardly call that barely standing."
"Do you want to fight again, Bat?! I'll top you like the sugar addict you are!"
"I'll top you anytime!"
Galacta choked at that comment, but fortunately for him, Meta Knight didn't notice as he continued arguing. "And I'm not a sugar addict. Desserts are okay when eaten sparingly..." He trailed off at the end, indicating that he might not, in fact, eat them only sparingly.
Instead of answering (since he couldn't think of anything to answer with after that interesting comment), Galacta squinted at him, studying him.
"..."
He grabbed the spoon, lifted up his mask, and began eating the sweet.
Meta Knight was taken aback, "My parfait!"
"It's not even that good-especially not to get fat on," Galacta said with his mouth full. It was actually delicious, but as if he was gonna let Meta Knight know that.
The Bat stiffened, insulted.
The warrior swallowed, and tossed the glass behind him. "You have really bad taste."
Meta Knight stared passively as the glass shattered, frowning.
Galacta stared for a few seconds. "Well? Aren't you going to clean that up, Captain?" Did he have a death wish?
Honestly, the warrior was feeling pretty proud of himself for shutting the bat up for once. He smiled smugly beneath his mask.
...Until blinking at seeing the Bat's yellow eyes fade to an orange and then an angry red.
What the fuck?
Galacta didn't have time to wonder about this properly when the knight took out his golden blade out of nowhere--he recoiled when Meta Knight stepped forward.
"W-wait-I don't have my lance-don't you give swords out to defenseless ones, or something-?" At least he learned something from the Waddle Dee.
"I'll give you time to flee." He replied coldly.
Galacta took that time gladly, making it out of the kitchen just as a Sword Beam hit the door frame, flying down the hall blindly.
"You crazy-!"
"No flying on the Halberd!" Meta Knight yelled, chasing him on wing, despite what he just said.
"You're doing it too!"
"I'm the Captain! I can break the rules!"
The sounds of shouting and Sword Beams hitting walls traveled over to a certain Waddle Dee's room. She stared at the ceiling blankly, waiting for the two knights to shut up.
With a groan, she rolled over and placed the pillow above her head to muffle out the noise.
Couldn't they just make out already and let her sleep?