Stars that Fall to Earth

The Reflect-Rejects

Dark Meta Knight's POV.

It's obvious everyone knows that we're being followed. Whoever's spying on us must be a rookie at the art of stealth. They should've-
"HALT."
"State your purpose, strangers."

Everyone seems a bit spooked by the ambush, but they've got nothing to worry about.

I know these hooligans like the back of my glove.

"Hello, Sword. Long time no see."
"Wait. BOSS? YOU'RE STILL ALIVE?"
"Kinda. And don't think I forgot about you, Blade."
"Thanks I guess."

"Wait. What? Why is Blade speaking normally? AND WHY DOES SWORD HAVE A FRENCH ACCENT?" Opala shouts.

"These are their Mirror World copies. And I haven't seen them in years, so I get to do this."
I put a glove on their helmets, and bang them together, making an extremely loud crashing noise. Kinda like a living gong.

"OW. WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Blade screams, his helmet still vibrating.
"I honestly don't know, but annoying you people was always a secret hobby of mine." I say, smirking a bit villainously.

Sword huffs in annoyance.
"If you get to do that we get to do this."
"Wait-"
He snatches my mask off my face, and throws it like a frisbee to Blade, who diligently catches it with one glove.

"FEEL THE BURN." Sword howls.
"Burn has been felt. Can I have it back now?"

"Nah. We givin' it Sailor Dee."
"Also, you and your new posse can follow us to camp. We'll fix you a position in in the commander's tent and the rest'll prolly find a place at the lookout." Sword says.

"...What?" Augustine interjects.
"I guess you haven't heard of our 'lil uprising against the madwoman controllin' the majority of this dimension." Blade says, putting his fingers on the chin of his helmet.

"An uprising?" I ask.
"Aye. The Reflect-Rejects. A hoard of angry and misplaced Mirror Worlders that volunteered to fight against her."

"And who's the commander?"
"You're lookin' at 'em." Sword says proudly.
"Ayyy. Good for you, my man."
"Aye. The Meta-Knights were the ones who actually founded it. We even have a crest and everything!" He turns around to show off a small cape, which has the symbol of Ophidio that has been crossed off in a red X.

"Neat. So, Commander Sword. Where to?" I ask.
"Camp. But of course, it's extremely well hidden." He says, turning back around.

"Wait. Can't you send a squadron of troops and reinforcements to siege the city hall with us? We can get this over with right here and now if we strike hard and fast. And once we get a good defense, I know a few someones that can help us fight and win. Even if they've they can't, I can still promise a firm Air Force up in this joint." Curry claims sternly.

"...An Air Force?" Sword and Blade say in sync.
"Yep. You see, I have a pilot for a wife, and she's always up for takin' the Bird for a spin." Curry adds, grinning messily.

"Can you get her now?" I ask, my tone a bit more desperate sounding than I intended.

"Sure. Hold on." He pulls out a small phone, and dials a number.

Rrrrrrr.
Rrrrrrr.
Click.
"Hey babe."

Hi Curry. What's up?