metaknightclub

Magolor was furiously typing away at a keyboard. His ship, the Lor Starcutter, had seen better days. After just managing to escape Landia's wrath on Halcandra, his ship had broken into pieces, scattering across this planet called Popstar. Of course, though this was his destination in the first place, he did not expect so many vital parts to scatter across the planet upon crash landing. Luckily for him, the one being he had hoped to get help from showed his face. Kirby, the hero of this planet whom he had heard much about, had immediately offered to help gather the parts again, and 3 of his companions offered their assistance as well. He was

Meta Knight chose a seat directly across from Magolor, settling himself into it before beginning. While he normally wasn't very animated in nature, he was well aware recounting his life story had a way of making him 'talk with his hands,' so he unwrapped his cape from around himself, letting it drape behind him. It was a little strange; he hadn't done this within sight of anyone for quite some time. He cleared his throat, finding a decent starting point. “Your ship's database mentions an intergalactic war that was fought here in this dimension several millenia ago. I'm to assume you know of it?” "Yes, I've read what little about

          Only three miles away from the ancient castle, was a small cave opening, hidden amongst the mountainous terrain of the planet. If one were to glance at it from the outside it would appear as a simple den that belonged to one of the extinct native creatures. However, if you were to walk inside, you would discover that the den-like cave was actually an opening to a massive underground cavern system. These natural caverns had been expanded even more to accommodate almost all of the Galaxy Soldier Army.  The expansive underground system acted just like a city, entirely self-functioning.           There was a main cavern system, with m

A/N: *words* = thoughts 'words' = telekinetic speech -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------          Sir Galahand sighed, looking down at his plate as he pushed around his food. No matter how hard he tried, Sir Arthur refused to call off the attack. He did manage to get Sir Arthur to permit him to participate in the attack, but he got assigned to the medic team. Their job was to pull wounded soldiers off the field and give them treatment. Sir Galahand still wouldn't be able to aid

A/N: *words* = thoughts 'words' = telekinetic speech -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------          It just so happened that right next to the stables was the hangar, bright industrial-styled lights lighting up the inside of the building. Ships from the size of simple cargo ships to full on armored warships were stored in the expansive metal building. Said hanger was currently full of the entire demon beast population on the planet that was not currently fighting the GSA on the other side of the castle. The beasts were huddled in large groups of lines as they

          In the oldest part of the universe sat a barren planet, devoid of all native life. The planet, known as Ezoruma, was trapped in eternal darkness, for its sun had burnt out long ago. There was no moon, and only a few stars glittered weakly in the sky. Below them, on the dried up ground, was an ancient castle.           In this once mighty structure, an alligator-like humanoid treaded heavily down one of the many torch lit stone corridors, its armored tail dragging behind it. In its deep thought, the creature was unaware of a tiny shadow that was sneaking behind it.           The hallway soon ended at a pair of giant wooden doors

A/N: *words* = thoughts 'words' = telekinetic speech -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------          Garlude and Jecra landed on the ground hard, their breath being knocked out of them as they were tossed none too gently into a large room. The young recruits caught one last glance of General Dracul grinning murderously at them before the door slammed shut, sealing them in. They stayed frozen in fear as they exchanged glances before turning and inspecting their new surroundings.  

A/N: *words* = thoughts 'words' = telekinetic speech -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------          The dark tunnel soon closed in on the group as it got narrower, forcing them to walk single file as Jecra took the lead with Garlude trailing right behind him. The walls of the tunnel, which Jecra was starting to believe was a natural cave, was rough and covered in moisture. Water dripped occasionally from the ceiling, landing silently onto the floor beneath. Agitated growls broke t

A/N: *words* = thoughts 'words' = telekinetic speech ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nightmare sneered victoriously as he watched the GSA retreat, sending dark energy at some of the retreating soldiers, the ones hit by it dropping dead instantly. Wrapping his cloak around himself, Nightmare scanned the battlefield, eyes locking onto a soldier that was lagging behind the rest. Disappearing into a cloud of haze, Nightmare teleported right in front of the soldier and snatched up the poor soul in his claws. The soldier struggled uselessly, trying

      “Warning! Warning! An anomaly has been detected. Prepare for crash landing,” a female voice stated, almost blocked out completely by the accompanying beeping noise as red eyes shot open in alarm. Mind and vision blurry, the blue puffball blinked rapidly as he glanced around the cockpit, red light flashing every half second around him. Groggily, he sat up slightly, eyes dashing over to the dashboard where the word ‘Warning’ kept flashing in red letters. Eyes narrowing in confusion, the half-awake Prince tried to think of what was going on and where he was at. He went to glance outside the ship, but the glass hatch