F/N: I have none really. I couldn't really think (I wanted to either right something super sad, haven't gotten to that point, or something... I actually haven't been in the mood to make anything today. My mind's probably got a dent in it -imagines a picture of brain with a dent in it- I made three chapters of Outaku Destiny today at school x_x) So.

Star to Star: Legend of the Star Warrior – Chapter 4: Where a Knight's Life Lies

"I see. They give you armor and you a pick a weapon?" The two walked down another long hallway.
"Yes. Most people use swords though." Jecra answered the puffball's question.
"It seems like a basic offense weapon." Meta Knight shrugged.
"They are. Some use lances. Some use knives. One of our high ranking soldiers uses an ax."
"Really? Is he the only one?" asked Meta Knight.
"Some Knights under him use axes." Jecra stopped.

Meta Knight stopped with him. He wasn't looking when they were walking. Jecra was looking up. Meta Knight followed his gaze and saw a large counter a few heads higher than the himself. He grabbed the very edge of the counter and tried jumping up. He felt something under his feet. Looking down, Meta Knight saw Jecra lifting him up. He sighed and jumped up on the counter with the older knight's help.

Jecra looked over the counter and called, "Hey~! Get out here!"

They saw a figure come up from another hallway. That one looked made of stone or something. In the background behind the figure, they saw flames and what seemed to be a cauldron and fireplace to the side. The figure came out. It was a man wearing protective gear and that would be resilient to fire. The man leaned on the counter and asked, "Waddya need, Jecra?"

"Some armor for him~" Jecra patted Meta Knight on his navy head.

"Another little puffball, eh? We don't have many of you here, you know~ What kind of armor?" The man smiled and Meta Knight tried turning away. It was part of his species or something, because the little marks on his face were more obvious. There were pink. He wondered about these other puffballs, that the man mentioned.

Jecra examined Meta Knight again. He turned back up to the other man and said, "Something darker in color I'd say. Like Sir Arthur has armor fitting his skin. Something to fit him."

"Let me see what I'd see fit for him..." The man disappeared back into his workshop.

He looked over as Meta Knight jumped down from the counter. His cape came down much slower than he did. Jecra smiled and the other man came back.

A little while later...

Meta Knight was wearing armor now. He had white gloves that fit on his hands perfectly. He was wearing metal, purple boots. That had little buckles on each side that kept them strapped to his feet. The rest of his armor, which wasn't much in the first place, was his shoulder plates. He looked at himself, at his feet, his arms, his sides. The outfit (excluding his mask) was topped off with his cape, which flowed behind him.

Jecra examined the puffball and spoke with a light, happy voice, "You look like a warrior now~"
"Hey, Jecra." The man from before called to the gazing warrior.
"Huh?" Jecra jerked around, not paying any attention. "What is it?"
"I'll work on his mask. You two go to the weaponry and I'll come give it to you when I'm done."
"Got it!" Jecra started walking and Meta Knight jumped down from the counter.

Weaponry...

It was... enormous.

The weaponry looked like it reached on forever. There were dozens of soldiers there. They were taking care of the weapons there, creating more weapons, polishing others. The wall had multiple weapons of all kinds on them. Lances, Javelins, Axes, Bow and Arrow, Swords of all sizes, knives, daggers, staffs and wands, shields, and guns. The two looked around.

Jecra walked up to a counter with a man in armor and a torn cape. He was grinning as he gave soldiers weapons to polish and hang up. Jecra went to the counter and spoke, "Long time being in here. Lots of weapons as ever."

"Lost some..." The man shrugged. "...Damn war destroying them..."
"A need a sword. Silver, kind of short." Jecra arranged his hands. The were the size of a short sword.
"I see. Let me go check for some." The man walked off to some of his knights.

Jecra looked over and saw Meta Knight picking up a ton of weapons. He carried them over to some knights at a near empty wall. One knight bent over and patted him on the head. He smiled and said, "Thank you, little guy~ We sort of dropped them all when arranging."

Little guy... Meta Knight didn't like those words. Or at least them together. It made him feel... inferior...

Jecra walked over to Meta Knight with a sword in his hand. He patted him on the head to get his attention. The dark blue puffball turned around and Jecra spoke, handing the sword over, "Here you go."

Meta Knight took the sheath and looked at it. The ends of it were lined, encasing a silver sword. Jecra fixed the strap put it over the puffball's head. Jecra fixed the straps around the puffball. He took the cape up and let it fall over. Jecra then smiled, saying, "There you go. All we need is your mask and star."

"Star...?" Meta Knight asked, curious now.
"You'll see." Jecra looked over to the Weaponry's doors and saw the blacksmith walking in. The smith looked around and saw the two, he walked over.

The man leaned beside Meta Knight and held his mask out. It was silver with a V-like silt. It looked like it was carefully designed. It also looked like it would fit on Meta Knight's head perfectly. Meta Knight moved his hand under the strap. It was bendable, to say the least. "Here, let me." Jecra grabbed the mask and put it around Meta Knight's head. It did indeed fit perfectly.

"And then, there is this..." The blacksmith held his hand out. There was a yellow star in it. "...Grab it."

Meta Knight nodded and grabbed the star in his hand. The star had a great warmth to it. Meta Knight could feel something coming from it. Was the star... Alive? It had a warmth only a being would have. The star had such a glow and Meta Knight held it close to him. He was about to speak when Jecra spoke in a much more hushed voice, "This star is your life."

"Wha...?" Meta Knight stopped himself. Jecra continued, "Each warrior in the Galaxy Soldier Army has one of these stars. They are made specially made. Only the blacksmith here can make them without putting his own life into them. The moment you touched it, the star recognized you to be it's owner and your life was sat inside of it. It is beating."

"Jecra!" A knight came running over to the group. "Sir, they have requested you to meet in the Squadron 9 Meeting Room."

"I will in a moment." Jecra wove the knight off. He turned and wove to the blacksmith. He started to the the door and wove for Meta Knight to follow.

"So, this star..." Meta Knight looked at the star.
"Don't grip it too hard." Jecra put his hand on the puffball's shoulder.
"Why?"
"It's basically your heart."
"Hm-" Meta Knight froze up.
"Don't grip it like that!"
Meta Knight let his hands down.

"Okay..." Jecra took his hand away from Meta Knight's shoulder and continued to speak, "You area only supposed to let that with some you can trust. Though most people have it with them. If it gives off a strength like that, that means you have to be a Star Warrior. Keep that thing somewhere safe. If someone were to destroy it, you would die."

"I see..." Meta Knight turned away and wrapped his cape around himself. He was trying to hide it.

"Hey..." Jecra lifted Meta Knight's mask to stare at his white eyes. The armored knight dropped it and said, "You are definitely a Star Warrior. Your eyes just have that touch to them. And that star." Jecra smiled.

The two continued down the hallway in silence until Jecra muttered, "That is where a knight's life lies. Inside the warm and golden star..."

chapter. - original: 2011.1.20

A/N: I am tired today. This is the 4th Chapter of a story that I wrote today (I wrote three chapters at school for something) :D yay for TRYING for ONCE!