Author's Notes: Hello everybody! I'm back from finals with a brand new fic! This is a story that I've had in the works for quite some time and I'm REALLY excited for this!

To be up front, this is a more "realistic" inspired style AU for the Smashers. As such, I've made a few changes to some of the characters. To be more thematically fitting for the theme of this story, some characters have been reworked, to varying extents. These reworks have been done to remove deities, magic, dragons, etc. For instance, characters like Palutena and Corrin have received some changes, though I have done my best to keep their abilities reminiscent or similar to their original abilities. These changes will be explained in more detail in a few chapters.

Also, this fic will include 5 OC Smashers, though they won't appear for a few chapters. I realize OCs have a bad reputation for a reason, but I have put a significant amount of work into ensuring that they do not fall into these pitfalls. They will be treated just like any other Smasher and the story does not center around any of them. I mention this up front as I know OCs can be a touchy subject and I don't want to mislead anyone. All I can ask is that you give them a chance.

Last thing before we start. This story is being prewritten – I have several arcs already written as of the time of writing. While I appreciate all feedback, please remember that I've spent a significant amount of time writing this story in advance to posting and I'm not going to be making any changes to the plot or when characters appear at request – all of this has been set in stone at this point.

With that out of the way, here we go!


Act 1: Roy

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Caller

It had been a boring day at Smash Mansion. Sure, it was a nice, sunny day with only a few wispy clouds high in the sky, but nothing was happening. It had been quiet for weeks, and Roy had been feeling the boredom. The mansion always felt so empty during times like this.

During times when all of the Smashers would be present at their headquarters, the building would buzz with life. Roy would wake up every morning in the swordsman's wing, as it had been dubbed with Marth in the room to the right, Ike in the room to the left, and Meta Knight in the room across from his. But those were usually times when training would occur to keep their skills sharp or for team building exercises to keep team building sharp.

Sadly, Roy was on monitor duty. Which meant that he was here with only a handful of Smashers to be able to respond quickly to immediate events. And Roy had been bored. So very bored. He was even sorta wishing that he'd gotten roped into that mission to destroy that Subspace Core out in the middle of nowhere in space. So here he was, sitting in front of a computer, in a voice call. Thankfully, the time difference between Unity City and Ostia was only 4 hours.

Lilina smiled back at him over a video chat.

"Don't worry," said Roy. "I'm only on active duty for one more week. We can make it to the art festival."

"That's wonderful!" said Lilina excitedly. "It will be amazing! They'll have art from across the galaxy there!"

Roy smiled at Lilina's excitement. "I know you're really excited for this!"

"Aren't you?" Lilina's eyes narrowed. "Oh wait, you're going to try and figure out people's strengths and weaknesses from their art again, aren't you?"

Roy chuckled sheepishly, "You know me!"

Lilina glared at him through the monitor. "There's more to life than just tactics, Roy. Learn to live a little bit! Enjoy something! I can't just let my cousin be a stick in the mud!"

"I helped save Elibe from Zephiel with tactics, Lilina. You know I can't just let it go."

Lilina sighed.

"I know. I just miss the old days."

"Yeah. Things were simpler back then."

The two sat in silence for a moment.

An alarm began to blare. Roy glanced quickly over at a different monitor. It was a Code Red Alert. That was the highest level of alert that the Smashers had. Whatever it was couldn't be good.

"Lilina, sorry, we just got a major alarm. Gotta look at this one. I'll call you back later."

"Ok, I'll see you later! Bye!" said Lilina quickly before Roy cut the connection.

Roy leapt out of his chair and activated a device on his wrist.

"What's going on?" he asked. "False alarm?"

ROB's voice sounded back, "Negative. A masked swordswoman accompanied by what appear to be clones of various Smashers have begun to attack the Galactic Assembly."

"The Galactic Assembly? In broad daylight!?" asked Roy in surprise. "You're not pulling my leg here, are you?" Clones of Smashers attacking the Galactic Assembly? That sounded like something out of a children's cartoon.

"Negative. We have received an emergency call from the Unity City Police Department asking for our immediate assistance."

Roy's eyes narrowed as his tactical mind kicked into gear. This was a very stupid opponent. Or very confident. One or the other. He wouldn't be able to tell till he got there.

"How long ago did the attack start?" asked another voice.

"2 minutes ago, Mr. Game and Watch."

"I'll get Pac Man," said G&W. "Is Mega Man ready to go?"

"Yes, he is preparing the dropship for takeoff," replied ROB.

"Good. Roy! You meet us all in the hangar!"

"On it," said Roy. Roy dashed through the hallways and rushed into the elevator and slapped the lowest basement floor. He waited impatiently as the elevator took him down to the hangar.

As he stepped out, he saw Mr. Game and Watch and Pac Man, step into the dropship. Pac Man turned around.

"Just in time!" he said.

Roy sprinted onto the craft and quickly sat down in the back with Game and Watch and Pac Man. Megaman sat in the cockpit and ROB stood next to him. Roy put his earpiece in his ear and turned it on.

The thrusters of the dropship flared to life and the ship took off.

"What does the situation look like?" asked Roy.

"There have been five assailants identified. Four appear to be dark clones of some sort of other smashers. One does not appear to resemble any smasher based off of appearance alone," said Mega Man.

"Which ones?" asked Pac Man.

"Samus, Pit, Link and Captain Falcon," replied Mega Man. "They are led by a blue haired young woman wearing a butterfly mask over her eyes. She is the one who does not resemble any other Smasher. She wields a sword."

Roy furrowed his brow, thinking.

"So, what's the plan, Mr. Tactician?" asked G&W.

"Let's go with the usual. I'll go first and make a fuss and take on the leader. I'm probably best suited to duel her since she has a sword. You guys take on the others. ROB and Mega Man, you have better long-range abilities, so you should go after the Pit and Samus clones. Game and Watch, Pac Man, can you handle the Link and Falcon clones?"

"We'll take 'em, no problem!" said Pac Man with a grin.

"Affirmative, we will follow your lead," said ROB.

"Right, ROB, can you take pictures of the assailants? We'll analyze them later," said Roy.

"Affirmative."

"Also, let's capture them if we can. Random people don't attack the most heavily guarded place in the known galaxy and have this much success without a plan and resources. If this isn't backed by some person with grand delusions of being able to beat all of the Smashers with a handful of clones, we're up against somebody with a lot of resources and well laid plans. In which case they are backed by someone or something that poses a significant threat. We need to know who or what it is."

This was met with a chorus of agreement.

"Heads up, we're approaching the Grand Assembly Hall. The police have set a perimeter around the building, but the enemy is pushing them back," said Mega Man.

"Drop us at the perimeter," said Roy. "Land the dropship somewhere and then come back us up. I'll try to talk until you arrive. Have you sent out the emergency signal to the other Smashers?"

"I have, as according to Equinox Protocol," said ROB.

Mega Man swooped down and hovered the dropship just above the police cars on the street below.

"I'll drop you off here!" he said.

"All right, hot shot, time to go fancy pants mode," said G&W.

Roy pulled out a pair of sunglasses with a flourish and put them on with a smirk.

"Naturally! Let's move!"

Roy jumped out of the back of the dropship, followed by Mr. Game and Watch, Pac Man and ROB. The police officers on scene stepped back as they made their way to the front. Roy's eyes widened, as he saw the masked swordswoman raise her blade over a downed representative. He leapt forward and blocked the downward strike. The representative crawled away as the other smashers walked up behind him. The crowd of police and onlookers began to cheer. Roy grinned as the masked swordswoman took a few steps back and resumed a guard stance.

"It's Roy your Boy!" he proclaimed as he spun his blade in a flashy salute, activating his pyrokinetic abilities and cloaking his sword in flame. He finished by pointing his blazing sword at his opponent. He flashed her a winning smile. He'd taken a long time to perfect his "Roy your Boy" persona, and it was his usual face when around the public at large.

"And who might you be?"

"My name is irrelevant," she said as she tucked her long blue hair behind her ear again and readjusted the butterfly mask covering her eyes. A nervous tick. Time to destabilize her composure further.

"But surely, such a beautiful lady like you has a name?" said Roy.

"The only name you should remember is that of my master."

"And what name is that?" asked Roy.

"Ganondorf."

"The Scourge of Hyrule? Do you not know that Ganondorf is a dangerous man? It is unwise for anyone, even one of your beauty and skill, to associate with such a villain!"

"Hmph. You know nothing. We are the Reclaimers, and we will prevail. We shall exact justice against oppressors such as you! We will create the perfect world!"

"Reclaimers? Oppressors? Perfect World?" asked Roy. "What are you talking about?"

"You know why, villain. You know your crimes. Prepare to die!" said the masked swordswoman. She dashed forward, slashing at Roy. Roy blocked her strike with ease. She jumped back quickly.

"Kill them all!" the swordswoman shouted to her companions. Her comrades sprang into action as Roy adjusted his stance. Whoever this person was, she needed to be defeated. But more troubling was the revelation that Ganondorf had returned. The Smashers, especially Link and Zelda needed to hear this information. But first, to win this duel. He pulled his shades down a little and winked at the masked swordswoman. She grit her teeth, and vaulted into battle once again.


Megaman dashed up as the masked swordswoman's companions sprung into action. The dark clone of Pit soared up into the sky as he drew closer. He aimed his Mega Buster and fired a barrage of shots. The clone dodged and brandished a weapon that looked near identical to Pit's sword-bow hybrid weapon. Dark Pit fired several arrows as he flew towards Megaman. Megaman began to spin rapidly, deflecting the arrows.

"Top Spin!"

As Megaman stopped spinning, he pulled circular metal sawblades out of his arms, and hurled them at his opponent.

"Circle Blades!"

The Pit clone fired another barrage of dark hardlight arrows at him, which Megaman dodged. Megaman fired off several shots from his arm cannons, before charging a Mega Buster shot. The clone swooped in for a dive bomb, slashing at Mega Man with his bow – sword hybrid. Megaman dodged the attack and fired his Buster Shot as his opponent landed. He turned around and extended his hand. A glowing shield appeared around him that repelled his shot back at Megaman. Megaman activated another function as his hand burst into a blaze of flame.

"FLAME SWORD!"

The attack dispersed the Mega Buster shot. Keeping the ability active, Megaman resumed his fighting stance.

The clone glared down at him disdainfully.

"Give it up, you stupid rust bucket! I'm Dark Pit! You're no match for me!"

Megaman would have rolled his optical sensors if he hadn't been autotargeting his opponent. If this clone thought he hadn't heard that one before, it was probably because he was literally born yesterday.


Pac Man ducked underneath a flurry of punches from the Captain Falcon clone and rolled backwards.

"Hah! You can't beat me!" shouted the clone. "I, the great Blood Falcon, shall destroy you, Smasher!"

"Yeah, and I'm the King of Hyrule!" muttered Pac Man sarcastically.

"What was that? Couldn't hear you over the sound of me being AWESOME!"

So, his opponent had the mental capacity of an edgy teenager. Lovely. It could have been worse. He wasn't one of the oldest smashers by dumb luck. Time to show this youngster how it was done.

Blood Falcon rushed at Pac Man, eager to start the fight. Pac Man pulled a key out of his pocket and hurled it at Blood Falcon as he dashed up. The clone dodged the projectile, and Pac Man took a different stance.

"CHOMPER FORM!" he shouted as he transformed into a yellow ball with a mouth.

"Falcon Kick!" shouted Blood Falcon as he neared Pac Man.

Pac Man rolled to the side as Blood Falcon's flaming foot whizzed past him, turned himself, and chomped down on Blood Falcon's hand. As Blood Falcon yelled out in pain, Pac Man spun himself and hurled his opponent into one of the pillars of the Galactic Assembly building. As he transformed back into his normal form, Pac Man saw Blood Falcon pull himself to his feet and begin dashing straight back at him. Pac Man sighed. Too bull headed to stop, eh? He pulled a fire hydrant out of his dimensional pocket and placed it down on the ground to the surprise of some of the nearby police officers. He lined up the nozzle of the firehose, ready to blast his charging opponent with a pressurized stream of water. This fight was going to take a while. But it wasn't going to end until he'd rained on his opponent's parade, at least once.


ROB stared up at the visor covered visage of the Samus clone. She stared back down at the robot.

"Surrendering now is advisable. You are no match for the Smashers. Should you choose to pursue a combative option, you have an 89.2% to 97.8% probability of failure. I therefore must conclude that your best option is to surrender," said ROB.

It was considered by many cultures to be the morally superior option to try and end a fight without bloodshed. ROB agreed with that idea. Wanton waste was considered immoral, and there was no need to waste his energy reserves on a fight that he could perhaps talk his way out of.

"Never! Do you know who you're talking to? I'm Dark Samus! I will destroy you!" hissed the clone as she began charging a shot in her arm cannon.

Unfortunately, ROB had had little success with this strategy. Still, it was worth attempting. Despite his efforts, it was concerning that his success had been limited. He couldn't understand why, though. Organic beings were said to be quite rational, and he had laid out all of the facts as objectively and concisely as he could. Many, however, did not meet this rational standard. Why they would disregard logic was beyond his AI programming. Perhaps he should consult Peach or Marth in the future, ROB mused, as he fired a laser out of his eyes at Dark Samus. They were much better at getting organic beings to agree with them.

Dark Samus dodged his laser, and fired her own charge shot at him. As he activated his thrusters to dodge, ROB wondered if his lack of success was perhaps the limitations of his ancient AI programming. After all, he had been manufactured just over 2 centuries ago. Dark Samus fired a missile at him. He fired a gyro to intercept it midair. A few years ago, they had celebrated his 200th manufacturing date, or birthday, as the others referred to it. They had gotten him a new power supply, custom made for his base. It had been a thoughtful gift. But he was getting off track. Back to the primary objectives.

"STAND STILL!" yelled Dark Samus as she rushed at him, brandishing her arm cannon.

This clone of Samus lacked the original's rational mind. What a curious observation. Perhaps it was worth dragging the fight out a little bit to observe this specimen. Doubtless, this could be useful evidence to analyze later. He opened a new file and created a new document in his computer drive as he spun his midsection and outstretched arms to smack the charging clone backwards.

Observations of Samus Clone:

1) Does not appear to have same disposition as original Samus.

2) Assuming true clone, gender is female.

ROB paused his mental listing. He should run a scan just in case. Such an inaccuracy could potentially be problematic in the future.

"SAY SOMETHING!" screamed Dark Samus as she fired another missile.

Perhaps the cloning method had caused mental instability? Or was the irrational anger simply the product of a different personality? Which then brought of the question of nature vs nurture. ROB noted that the results of this scan could potentially be controversial as he destroyed the missile with a laser shot from his eyes. Was this evidence of the existence of the 'soul' as some had argued for? All the more reason to run a scan. This subject certainly required further observation.

Dark Samus fired another missile.

"DON'T IGNORE ME!"


Mr. Game and Watch pulled a frying pan out of his dimensional pocket and assumed a fighting stance as the clone of Link silently drew his sword. It was an advantage that he shared with Pac Man, coming from Dimensional Town and all. The clone took a fighting stance. In G&W's opinion, it looked like a cheap imitation of the original's fighting stance.

"Who taught you that opening stance? They ought to be fired!" said G&W.

The clone said nothing but attempted to correct his stance. No verbal response. This one seemed pretty quiet. G&W glared sternly at him.

"Don't try me, boy. The original Link has a hard enough time fighting me. You should back out while you have the chance."

The Link clone said nothing but charged at him with a hoarse yell. G&W grit his teeth as the clone approached. He wasn't the most powerful melee fighter, but he had years of experience to draw on, and a lot of familiarity with an unusual weapon. He could give even the best smashers a hard time and this clone would be no exception. G&W parried his strikes with a surprising amount of ease. He'd sparred against Link before, and while the technique looked the same, this clone clearly didn't have the experience and the fine control that the original did. However, somebody was still teaching him to mimic the original. But how had they been able to copy his style to such a precise degree?

"You got a name?" asked G&W.

"Dark Link," rasped the clone, his voice hoarse from lack of use.

"Huh. The name's Game and Watch. You think I can get you to surrender peacefully?"

Dark Link rushed at him again with an aggressive strike. So much for that idea. G&W grimaced and rolled past him as the clone overextended himself. G&W took the opportunity to chuck a bomb at the clone's back. The explosion caused the clone to stumble forward and faceplant. G&W rushed up to end the fight, when Dark Link suddenly rolled over and chucked a bomb of his own at G&W. The 2D fighter merely leaned to the side as the boomerang whizzed past him. Being totally flat was an advantage that few others were blessed with. Dark Link slashed his sword at him as he began to close in. G&W paused just out of Dark Link's range, and pulled a cannister out of his back pocket, and began spraying an irritant gas at him, which Dark Link managed to mostly disperse with a swing of his shield. As he was swinging, G&W leapt forward, and smacked Dark Link with his frying pan. Dark Link swung his shield wildly and managed to connect with G&W, who was sent flying. Being totally flat also came with its drawbacks, namely a lack of weight. As both fighters got to their feet, G&W tightened his grip on his frying pan and prepared for another round of combat. This clone wasn't going down so easily.

Roy parried a swift series of slashes from his opponent, before feinting with his sword and following it with a wide slash. The Masked Swordswoman pivoted just out of the range of his sword, before rushing back in. The two exchanged another flurry of blows before backing up, and circling each other, swords in guard position. The masked swordswoman watched him warily. It was time to change up the pace of the fight. Roy cloaked his sword in flames.

"Flare Blade!"

The masked swordswoman jumped back out of the range of the attack and landed.

Roy followed it up with another flurry of strikes, which his opponent evaded with surprising agility. Roy swore that she reminded him of somebody, but he couldn't place it. She was by far the most balanced swordswoman he'd seen in a very long time. She wasn't nearly as strong Ike, nor as graceful and precise as Marth not as fast as Corrin. Balanced was a good way to describe her. She was definitely a sword specialist though. Her blade control was far superior than a less dedicated swordfighter like Corrinne or Shulk. It was her sword style that was throwing him for a loop. Where had he seen a style like hers before?

Roy engulfed his sword in flames again, when his enemy suddenly dashed at him.

"ASTRA!" she shouted as she pulled off the five hit sword technique. Roy blocked the first four attacks, but rolled under the fifth, and kicked her in the back of her leg. She rolled out of the way, narrowly avoiding his strike to her back. The masked swordswoman scrambled to her feet and reached behind her belt for something. Roy didn't give her the time and pressed his advantage.

"Fireball Barrage!" he shouted as he swung his sword at the air, shooting several fireballs from his sword. The masked swordswoman ducked out of the way and threw three spherical objects at ground in front of her.

Roy's eyes widened as he resumed his guard stance.

"Incineroar! Greninja! Lucario!"

It was now a 1 vs 4 situation. This was bad. If he was working in concert with other Smashers, being outnumbered 4 to 1 was no problem, but on his own…Roy needed to come up with a new strategy fast.

"Attack! All of you!" shouted the swordswoman.

The Lucario suddenly zipped at him with superhuman speed, Roy narrowly blocking the incoming punch with his sword, but he had to pivot quickly aside as Incineroar dove at him with a fire covered tackle. Roy dove out of the way and dispelled several of Greninja's water shuriken with a swing of his sword before landing a quick but powerful pommel strike to Greninja's face, causing it to stagger back. But there was no time to think. Already, Lucario was on top of him again, throwing punches and kicks. Roy managed to land a kick to Lucario's gut, before turning and blocking a sword strike from the masked swordswoman from behind. Suddenly, a blazing punch slammed into his side. Roy grunted. Being a pyrokinetic himself, fire didn't affect him as much, but that Incineroar was not weak by any stretch of the imagination. Roy charged a greater amount of fire into his sword, with the tip of the fire going past the tip of his blade by a few meters.

"Great Flare Blade!" he shouted, as he slammed his blazing sword into the ground again. The entirety of the flame coating exploded, sending the nearby Incineroar flying and making the swordswoman jump out of the way of the explosion. Roy whipped around, as Greninja slashed at him with a water blade. Roy blocked it, and grabbed its arm, before kicking it backwards at the charging Lucario. Lucario jumped over its ally and began attacking Roy with a large bone made of energy that it used like a staff. If Roy wasn't mistaken, he'd watched a Pokemon battle with Red and he'd mentioned that the move was a ground type move called Bone Rush. It was trying to get a type advantage on him because it thought he was a fire type. Because it was…. steel and fighting, right? Or was it steel and ground? Roy couldn't remember off the top of his head.

Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. Roy tried to wriggle free but was caught too tightly in the powerful grip of Incineroar. A spike of panic shot through Roy. This was very bad. He needed to act fast.

Reaching deep within himself, Roy cloaked himself in fire and unleashed a mighty blast of fire outwards from his body, blowing the Incineroar back. Roy stumbled forward and quickly picked up his sword and took a defensive guard.

The other Pokémon and their trainer resumed their fighting stance and closed in around him.

"Don't kill him. We want this one alive," said the swordswoman.


Mr. Game and Watch saw Roy escape the grip of some red bipedal furred cat thing that was probably a Pokemon, but he wasn't sure. Either way, somebody needed to help out Roy. He shook his head. It was time to pull his trump card. He ducked under Dark Link's strike and smacked him in the face with his frying pan. As the dark clone stumbled back, G&W stowed his frying pan in his dimensional pocket and took a deep breath. He began to growl as his form began to mutate, and grow larger and larger, into a larger mass. Dark Link stared for a moment, before pulling out his bow. He began to nock an arrow as a large shape began to form. He fired an arrow, but a tentacle shot out from the shape and smacked it aside.

"KILLER KRAKEN!" shouted G&W as the massive form of a 2D octopus appeared in the air above the battlefield. All of the other combatants turned to see the giant loom over Dark Link and smack him to the ground easily. The masked swordswoman gasped.

"Lucario! Greninja! Incineroar! With me!"

G&W glared at his opponents and took a deep breath and fired a massive blast of ink, blasting Lucario square in the face as it charged at him. He swung his tentacles as Greninja, Incineroar and the masked swordswoman, who attempted to dodge. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other clones disengage from their fights and run up to support their leader.

"It's Game and Watch's most powerful form! Watch the ink spray!" shouted the masked swordswoman.

"That's Mister Game and Watch to you!" boomed G&W. So, these kids were all going to take him on all at once. That suited him just fine.

G&W fired another blast of ink, catching Dark Pit off guard, and sending him spiraling off into the lawn of the Galactic Assembly building. Blood Falcon dashed right as Dark Link dashed left. G&W wasn't having it. He swung his tentacles again, knocking both flat on their backs, before making a vertical swipe at the masked swordswoman. She sidestepped the tentacle and slashed through it with her sword. G&W recoiled in pain, as the masked swordswoman charged at him with her sword. He blocked the strike with one tentacle and smacked her away with another, sending her flying ungracefully into one of the columns of the Assembly Building. She hit the ground and lay there unmoving.

"LUCINA!" shouted Dark Pit. Her Pokémon and other allies ran up to her. They seemed to talk amongst themselves for a moment, before recalling the three Pokemon and rushing into the building. G&W took a few deep breaths before starting the transformation back into his normal form. He collapsed to his knees. Using that form always took a lot of energy out of him. Lucina, huh? Quite the pretty name. Shame it was wasted on someone like her.


Roy leaned on his sword, panting. Thankfully, G&W's distraction had gotten the heat off of him. He had NOT been expecting that. He mentally scolded himself – he needed to be more prepared for this kind of thing. Megaman, ROB, and Pac Man rushed up next to him. He quickly surveyed the situation. Roy gripped his sword tightly as he saw their opponents flee into the building.

"C'mon! Before they get away!"

As they rushed into the building, Roy saw G&W attempt to get to his feet. He must have exhausted himself in the fight.

"Stay here!" Roy shouted. "We'll get them!"

"Get 'em good!" shouted G&W back to him.

Roy rushed down the stairs as the others flanked him. He saw the door swinging to one of the stairwells of the building. He rushed to the door, and bolted in. He could hear the sound of hurried footsteps beneath him. Roy glanced down the empty space in between the stairs and saw his fleeing opponents rushing downwards. It didn't make sense. Why were they going downstairs? Had they dug a tunnel into the bottom of the building? It was one of the most secure bunkers in the galaxy, how on earth had they made it in there?

The pursuit continued down a floor, then a second floor, and then two more. Roy dashed through the door of the fourth basement level as another door at the other end of the hallway swung shut. Roy, digging deep into his endurance, hurled himself towards the door, and made it in just in time to see the door of a maintenance closet slam shut. That was a dead end. Why had they gone there? He approached the door slowly, as the others caught up to him. Sword at the ready, he placed his hand on the doorknob, and swung the door wide open. Dark Samus and Dark Pit snapped their heads towards him as Blood Falcon and Dark Link carried their leader through a dark, swirling portal in the back of the closet. The two fired a power shot and arrow at his respectively, causing him to duck back to cover. Roy poked his head into the room again to see Dark Samus and Dark Pit walk through the portal, moments before the portal dissipated into nothing. Roy leaned on the doorframe, and panted, catching his breath.

"Hey, Megaman, ROB? Did you record any of that?"

"Affirmative. Recording saved, as well as record of R-47 radiation," said ROB.

"Good. There's no way they'd believe us if we didn't have something to show them. Wait…..R-47!? Where was that recorded!?" demanded Roy.

"The portal was emitting R-47 radiation," stated ROB.

Roy ran his hand through his hair. This was a whole lot bigger than he'd thought.

There was only one thing that caused R-47 radiation.

That one thing was Subspace Energy.

And that was NOT good.


As requested, this report has been written as an analysis of the Super Smash Brothers, and how best to counter them. These individuals have been ranked on a threat level scale of 1 to 5. A ranking of 1 will indicate a junior or child smasher. A ranking of 2 will denote a smasher with a heavy emphasis on a non-combat role and does not pose as significant of a combative threat as other Smashers. A 3 will correlate to one of the rank and file combat smashers, one of "average" power amongst their Smasher peers. A rating of 4 will be reserved for Smashers with one very powerful ability but otherwise are average. Finally, a rank of 5 will denote the most powerful of the smashers. Full justification for one's ranking will be included as well as a brief analysis of each smasher's known abilities and pertinent history, as well as potential counters and strategies. Furthermore, as requested, an analysis of our allies will also be performed, and strategies to help them reach their fullest potential will be listed.

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Smasher: Roy of Pherae

Threat Rating: 5

The main reason that Roy is ranked so highly is because he is the lead tactician of the Super Smash Brothers organization. As such, it is his mind that is dangerous, more than his fighting ability. Despite this, he's no pushover in battle, though without his masterful tactical abilities, he would ranked lower. Roy has led the Lycian Army to victory against overwhelming odds against Bern during the most recent conflict in the region. This feat is made more impressive due to the fact that his forces were consistently outnumbered by large margins for the entirety of the war. He's been reported to have once won a battle while being outnumbered 100 to 1. Roy's brilliant tactical mind is undoubtedly the driving force behind many of the Smasher's successes. As such, he should be a priority target.

Removing Roy from the equation would cripple the Smasher's ability to move and fight strategically. While assassination is preferable, Roy should be engaged in combat at any safe opportunity as his loss or even incapacitation would be catastrophic to the Smashers.

Should Roy be fought in a head on battle, it should be noted that he is a skilled swordsman and wields pyrokinetic abilities. My best analysis of his technique suggests that Roy uses a personalized balance focused sword style that draws from several schools of Elibian swordplay. As such, his style by itself does not have any major strengths or weaknesses. This is probably a strategic decision, and not a bad one at that.

A possible weakness presents itself with Roy's baser instincts. He is a known flirt, so sending an attractive woman to fight him may be a viable strategy. It is also preferable to fight Roy when he is alone so that he cannot call upon their aid of allies and strategize with them. Roy is also known for his pyrokinesis, so any means of dousing his flames, like water attacks or a damp environment should be taken advantage of. Finally, any opening for Roy to strategize should be shut down as quickly as possible. It is Roy's mind that is his strongest weapon and any means of preventing him from thinking could be key to defeating him.


All right, so I'm going to go over my planned posting schedule for this fic real quick. I'm the kind of writer who likes to write an entire fic before beginning to post, but due to the size of this fic (at the time of writing, my rough draft is around the halfway mark), I have decided not to do this. I'm going to post the first act (the first 3 chapters) once per week until the end of the arc. Once I have finished with the first arc, I'll post once per month to give me time to finish writing the rough draft and editing it. Once I have finished that (no ETA on that, unfortunately), I'll hopefully be able to resume a weekly upload schedule.

Also, I realize making Lucina and Dark Pit villains might be a controversial move. I offer no apology other then it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. What do I mean by that? I guess you'll have to find out!

Also...I wonder who is writing those profiles on the Smashers?

Before you go, let me run my shameless plug for my discord channel for you: Are you interested in Super Smash Bros Fanfiction and Fanart? Then the Super Smash Prose Discord server is for you! If this interests you, the Discord ID is gDK48ua.