CHAPTER SEVEN

Snake was pacing back and forth, back and forth back in his room. "A movie! Goddammit, Ganondorf, I thought you were making that up."

Ganondorf was leaning on the window, watching with a bored expression on his dark face. "Why would I kid? I wish I was, trust me. I don't want to be in a movie any more than you do."

Captain Falcon looked up from his gun. His helmet and goggles off, his bright green eyes and spiky brown hair looked odd. "How did you even know that April was gonna say that?"

"I have my ways. Someone here."

"Who?"

"The Weapons Master owed me from a while back."

"Huh. Well, I still refuse to be in it."

"I even know what the producers want to call it."

"What?"

"The Subspace Emissary."

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

Falcon stood up. "Well, have fun discussing this. I'm going to go for a ride."

Ganondorf straightened. "You can't. The vehicles haven't even arrived."

Falcon grinned. "Mine has," he replied simply, putting on his goggles and helmet pack on. He left, and Ganondorf stared after him. "I swear I am going to kill that man someday."

Snake resumed his pacing. "Just don't make it bloody."

A young teen was wandering through the Garage, looking at the various vehicles the Smashers had brought with them. Her name was Medina, and she was April's daughter. However, there couldn't be a more different mother/daughter pair. April was bright, bubbly, and peppy. Medina was the complete opposite. She had long, black hair that she left hanging down past her shoulders. The tips and various strips of hair were dyed a bright purple. Her silver eyes were surrounded by thick black eyeliner, and her lips, nose, and ears were pierced. She was wearing dark skinny jeans, and a purple hoodie. Her nails were painted black, and she was blaring rock music through her silver IPod.

So she didn't hear Captain Falcon come in when she was running her fingers over the bright blue paint of his Blue Falcon. Medina stepped back and viewed the ship in its entirety. The symmetry was good, and it looked extremely aero-dynamic. But the color was weird. Black might be better.

Medina spread her arms and concentrated. She frowned, and the ship shimmered for a minute before settling and turning to a deep, midnight black. She opened one eye and reviewed her work. It looked good, smooth and even. She was getting better at changing.

Unfortunately, this is exactly when Captain Falcon decided to enter. He stopped, trying to remember where the Blue Falcon was parked. He looked, confused, until he saw it. Or rather, saw the outline of it. The sun was beating from a high window behind his ship, and that was enough light to see that it wasn't the Blue Falcon anymore.

More like the Black Falcon.

He started to run towards it. Mouth open, eyes disbelieving, he stared at his beloved ship. "Whoa whoa whoa! Wha- How the he- WHAT THE CRAP HAPPENED TO MY SHIP?!" he bellowed, taking his helmet and goggles off and running his hands through his hair.

Medina heard the cry of outrage. She froze. Holy crap. No one is supposed to be in here yet! She paused her music and peeked around the edge of the Falcon.

She saw a man, about twenty five or so, freaking out in front of the now Black Falcon. Her eyes took in a massively sculpted body, spiky, rumpled brown hair, and bright, grass-green eyes. She felt her mouth drop open. She cursed under her breath. He must be the owner. She straightened and braced herself for the lecture she was going to receive.

"Umm. Yeah. Sorry bout this." She said, coming around the ship. Captain Falcon glared at her, and then his eyebrows shot up and his arms folded, tensing. She sighed. Knew it. A strange girl comes around dressed in black, better get ready to fight. Medina forced herself to look innocent. Which was a lot harder than it looked, apparently.

"Sorry about what?" he hissed, his frown deepening.

She gestured towards the ship. "The color. I was just… looking and decided to see what it would look like in black." Now she folded her arms. "Got a problem with that?"

"Umm, yeah! It's my ship!"

She put her hands up in a peace gesture. "Sorry, dude! Don't freak, I can change it back."

His face melted. "Oh. You can? How? And can you change it back right now?"

Medina raised her eyebrows. "What's the magic word?" she taunted.

"Please."

She smiled at him, then turned to face the ship again. She spread her arms, concentrating on the bright blue the ship was previously. Medina heard the man gasp a little. She opened her eyes. Yep. It worked.

"Oh… wow. Didn't expect that. I thought you had… spray-painted it or something…"

Medina laughed. "Yeah, right."

"Okay then. Thanks."

She turned and started walking away. A few steps from the door she stopped, thinking. He looked like someone she could trust, and she had been hoping for a chance to do this…

Captain Falcon was climbing into his cockpit when a flash of purple caught his eyes. The same girl was standing there, looking up at him, a slightly hopeful expression on her darkly painted face.

"Can I help -"

"Can I please pilot in your ship sometime?" she blurted out, as if she just wanted to get her question out there as soon as possible.

"Uhh…"

"Oh please? I can pilot, I swear I can! Mom just won't let me but I have wanted to do it since I got my license! I won't crash it, I swear!"

Captain Falcon froze, not sure what to do. She probably would crash it. And what would her mom think? But she looked like she was honest. And he bet she would keep her word… Finally, it was heart over mind that decided.

"Sure."

A huge grin broke out on her face, illuminating it and making her look like a talkative, fun person. Approachable and kind. When she smiled, she sort of looked like April.

"Thank you so so so so much!" She turned and ran out of the Garage, nearly skipping with delight.

He chuckled as he pressed various buttons that opened the ceiling so he could take off, and started his ship up. He flew up and out to explore the vast grounds on which he would live for the next year.

Medina watched through the window. She couldn't wait, and she was going to pilot it tomorrow, before breakfast. But she would have to make him swear not to tell Mom. And she hadn't even gotten his name. But she could easily spot him, and he her. Medina couldn't wait.