[IC] Super Smash Bros: Crusade

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On that day, just a week ago, the Capital World of Subspace was attacked by a dark force. It was just like 8 years ago, during the events we now call The Brawl, only it was on a bigger scale, and without the guidence of Master or Crazy Hand. Yes, the shadow bugs were indeed back, but they were backed up by dark and infected Koopas, Knights, Space Pirates, ghosts, demons, and various others. The heroes protected Subspace with all of their might, killing many that stood in their way, yet they were quickly picked off, one by one, by unknown slashes coming seemingly out of nowhere!

Mario was the first to be turned into a trophy, followed by his brother Luigi, then Link, DK, Samus, Pikachu, Marth, Megaman, Ike, everyone protecting the Capital had fallen. As they lay helplessly frozen in gold, small transport skiffs came and quickly picked them up with their large, mechanical claws. Not even Megaman, Pac-Man, Lucas, and Ryu were spared as they became prisoners frozen in the trophies that were cursed upon them. Eventually, even the heroes and "villains" from the nearby regions were also captured as well.

Only three of the entire hero force of Subspace survived... who head into hiding beyond the outer perimeters of the territory to the east. They were; Pit, the Angel-Captain of Goddess Palutena's army, Lucina, the warrior princess and daughter of Chrom, and the newcomer Cloud Strife, a powerful swordsman that wields the legendary Buster Sword. Those three were the only survivors of the invasion and thanks to their wits and capabilities, they were able to fight another day. They will become known as The Big 3, for being the original roster survivors of the invasion.

They had to defeat this new threat, its a must, but what does one do when all but three of the original roster members had been captured? They just need to contact fighters from beyond the boundaries. Surely there has to be some out there right? With that, they casted a message that was be sent to the outer and unknown regions and provinces of Smash. This message was now their only hope, the fate of Smash. Weather it will reach to new heroes or not, weather they accepted it or not, all the 3 warriors need to do now... is wait and hope for the best...

And so... our story begins, one week later...

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Monster Hunter

Gerudo Valley. A hot and rather desolate place, its known for being one of the main stages for a fight to take place, usually amongst Link, Zelda, Sheik, Ganon, and even Toon Link, along with anyone related to the Zelda realm. The stage is mostly flat, with the middle being a large gap, with a river running through it, only being connected by a wooden bridge. Two platforms can also be seen, one on each side, along with a tent on the left side. The trail is otherwise used by coming citizens and miis, which connects Hyrule, to the left, and Subspace, on the right, respectively.

Walking down this path, a male Monster Hunter stops several meters behind the bridge as he takes a look at his surroundings. His armor, made of a Rathalos he killed, gleams in the sunlight as he slightly pants from the running he did previously. Forming from the ground, he seems to have encountered several shadow troops, these being in the form of Bulblins and skeletons. He takes out one of the weapons he uses, that being a charge axe, and runs towards them, issuing a dash attack by swinging his hammer down on them, taking out three of the units. Another skeleton rushes behind him, but the hunter greets it with a forward smash, using his great sword to jab and knock him out of the stage. Then the last bulbin leaps towards the hunter, only to be hit by his up special, Hammer Swing, initially getting hit on the hammers ascend and then pounded into oblivion on its decent, taking it out of the match too.

The fight was indeed quick and easy, with the Monster Hunter making a slight grunt as he goes about his way. Yet after walking across the stage, he senses that the battle was not over yet. More shadow units began to form from the ground, along with new Shadow Knights wanting to join the fray. With a sigh, the hunter simply takes his great sword out once again as he prepares to do combat with the enemy once more...

[Jeep Wrangler]

Adam Jensen

It was rather convenient, the timing of the call. Everything was starting to die down, and the sense of adventure and danger was slightly rubbing off of him. Bringing justice was something that usually only occurred once, and it was unlikely that even the slightest riot would've, though it could've, broken out in this day of age. As far as he enjoyed it, peace can be somewhat disappointing in the terms of doing your job. If you were in this position, you'd have done your job, and would serve little purpose. Having this opportunity, which he knew very little about, proved to be one hell of a chance to get back into the saddle. However, this was something slightly different to what Adam was used to, he had no idea what he was getting into. His whereabouts, his role...all just seemed a little too bleak for his liking.

Adam Jensen looked from his window. The rural ground below him began to fly past quickly as the VTOL kept on moving. He wasn't so sure to even trust this whole mission area, as things seemed a bit skinny information wise. Perhaps another attempt to bring down the New-Age legend. Instead, he decided to call up the communications call to the man responsible for agreeing to this contract. Sarif, of course. Typing in the specific frequency code and pin number that allowed him to directly communicate to his superior. Soon enough, the voice communication, though mildly unstable, seemed to pop in within seconds.

"This is about the job, isn't it?" The voice was slow, not very excited to hear his field-operator calling in.

"Maybe if I got a Little more information than 'You are going to do some stuff.' then maybe we wouldn't be having this conversation..." Adam said glumly. It was clear that this wasn't the everyday 'Shoot-A-Terrorist-In-The-Back' sort of thing.

"All I can say, from what I know is that something is going on far-out where you are headed. Something about a transmission distress signal for help, asking for some of the greatest fighters and what-not. Who's better to send instead of the one and only Mr Jensen, ey?" There was no response. "Alright, that's all I know. The message didn't really send very well from the distance it must've been sent."

"So you didn't hear the entire message because of the distant frequency? Basically, this could be people asking for the greatest fighters to hunt down some sort of hospital, for all we kno-"

"Sceptic, as usual, I see. Try to relax, for once in a while. You should be there in about 10 to 20 minutes. For now, just watch the scenery go by..." The comm-link cut itself out. A deep sigh exited from his mouth as he sat back down, waiting for the arrival to the ever-strange world outside his own.

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Isaac sighed. Things had calmed down after his adventure that took him to every corner of Weyard. Now that the seal on Alchemy was gone, it was up to him and his fellow Adepts to make sure that power wasn't abused. However, it looked like that particular job would have to wait...

Isaac stared at the location he'd found himself in. All he'd done was head towards Mt. Aleph, which is where the message seemed to be coming from. Oh, sure, the Elders weren't too keen to let Isaac through until he reminded them just how strong he'd gotten over his journey. After that, they were a bit more willing to let him through. Once he'd reached the entrance, however, he saw something unusual. A slight distortion in space. Isaac stepped through and found himself gaping.

He'd arrived on a stage-like area that reminded him of his time spent as an Assist Trophy during The Brawl. He was on a big platform, with three moving platforms above him. In the background, Mt. Aleph (before the Golden Sun Event) loomed in the distance. Before Isaac could contemplate his location any further, a familiar black substance started forming shapes from the ground. The shapes soon formed into some of the local monsters (Skeletons [3], Ghosts[2], Zombies [5]). Isaac drew his Sol Blade. Did these things think they would really be able to best him with those forms?

One of the Zombies had formed close to where Isaac was, and wound up being hit with a three-hit combo. After a quick casting of Quake, that Zombie was out of the fight. Another Zombie and a Ghost were approaching from behind. Isaac charged up for a strike, feeling his Sol Blade unleash some of its hidden power. As Isaac turned around, he felt the Centurion unleash go into effect. At first, Isaac was disappointed when he only caught his foes at the tip of the attack, until he saw just how far they went flying off the stage... enough for a couple more KO's. A Skeleton decided to go hand-to-hand with Isaac, who backstepped out of the way and used Catch to grab his foe. After hitting it twice with his Sol Blade, he cast Psynergy Slam, sending it flying forward and off the stage. The poor thing tried to recover, but didn't have the jumping power needed.

The rest of the foes were quickly taken care of (especially the three that were caught up in Isaac's Odyssey attack). Isaac panted, sheathing the Sol Blade. So, this is what it was like to be a Smash fighter, huh? Isaac continued forward, and was about ready to step into the distortion that led into Subspace, when he felt more beings behind him. Isaac unsheathed his Sol Blade again. Did these things ever learn?

[Jeep Wrangler]

Adam Jensen

There was a strange whir in the cabin, where sirens bleeped and buzzed from the cockpit's console. The craft shook slightly, making Adam tumble in and out of his seating area. The window became a dark-purple matter, and the sky seemed to begin to vanish. Communication telegrams from within the headsets of both Malik and Jensen. He turned drastically to put his entire face against the window. They seemed to be entering some sort of hole...a rift tearing time and space apart in a single spot. It was almost huge, possibly able to fit 6 VTOLs inside at the same instant. Turning back to his pilot, he began to ask questions.

"What is this? Where are we heading?!"

"Calm down, Adam...apparently we are supposed to go through here...at least that's what the instruction given to me said..." Malik spoke, seeming rather casual about the whole incident. "Did I not mention it being a bumpy ride?" Her cheek was always the cause of Adam's glumness, especially on flights like these. "Don't gimme that look, Adam, this ain't going to be a life-threatening trip, so we should hope. Now hold on...I think I see the other side..." The craft jolted around more and more. It became uncomfortable, discouraging for even Adam himself. The craft was bound to lose control and crash at this rate, and everything would mess up at just the start. And at the point where everything seemed to be shaking the most, where he felt that everything was going to tear apart or implode...it stopped. Just like that, instantaneous halt. It felt weird, and a sigh of relief came from both of them. "Huh...you checked this view, huh? Looks.....unnatural?" Adam returned to the window, seeing the fields of strange hills and mountains, metallic platforms embedded into the ground and ruins with strange figures carved into mountains and temple-tops. This didn't look like any mountain range he had seen or heard of. It was at that point where a small purple-dark speck fluttered its way onto the window. Adam jumped back slightly, even though it was pretty much tiny. Slowly, he moved back to the window, as it began to shake and jolt against the window. At the instant it began moving, an alert siren went off from the console again. "Something's not right? Apparently we are being interfered with...like...unnatural turbule-" Suddenly, the front cockpit viewpoint, the windows...all of it was starting to be consumed with these dots.

"Malik? What's going on?!" He demanded, feeling the craft slow down.

"I-I don't know?! We are losing power? It's weighing us down?!" The craft's nose began to dip downwards. Adam was completely stunned by what was going on, as the right engine outside the window seemed to suck in more of those dots, bursting into flames and shaking the craft even further. He was shook about, feeling a sense of weightlessness with the descent. Malik began to blurt things out into the radio-set of his, finding herself strapping into her seat. Adam took it to advantage, following the same action as he reached, holding himself into place and beginning to brace for the impact. The craft spiralled, leaving a large smoke trail dipping down from the sky, one visible to many from afar. And as if they weren't prepared for it, a large crunch faced onto the ground made everything become clear...this wasn't the ordinary mission...

[Eklispe]

Dillon The Armadillo

Dillon smashed another skeleton monster off the edge. These things were practically endless, he'd already killed at least five of them. Or at least as dead as skeletons made of darkness can be. It looked like he had a brief break however. More monsters were coming and Dillon had no desire to fight them so he carefully stepped through another one of those portals. He wasn't sure exactly what the trouble was but if he'd gotten a call it must be dire. Dillon peered at his new surroundings, it appeared as though there was a heavily armored warrior preparing to fight more of those creatures. So he curled into a ball, spun briefly, then launched forward at a tremendous speed crashing into the front row of slowly forming enemies and bouncing back next to the warrior. Dillon merely tipped his hat at the warrior and prepared to fight the oncoming wave of enemies. Two heads were better than one after all, also meant less work for him.