SMASH GAMES 2: CHAOS | Super Smash Bros.

4 - The Armory and the Departure

Pit 

"I think I found something," he said.  

They'd been hunched over, crawling through the space above the ceiling and air ducts for around a half hour. Every once and a while, Pit would pull up a tile of ceiling and peek down into whatever area lay below, to see if it happened to be an armory. Most of the time, he and Lucina found pieces of hallway. Once, they saw a bathroom. Another time, some sort of control room filled to the eyeballs with ROBs. Another time, a gymnasium-it made Pit wonder if the ROBs shot some hoops on their lunch breaks.  

"What is it?" Lucina asked. 

Pit scooted across to the other side of the tile and pulled it up to she could see. They were looking down into some sort of security booth manned by-duh-ROBs. There was a desk and a computer, and a ROB seemed to be hooked up to it. Another robot was standing sentry by a heavily fortified door-fortified as in hand-scanner, eye-scanner, maybe even spit-scanner. The ROB was holding a baseball bat, which Pit might've found funny if he wasn't crouched here and now in an air duct, scrounging around for weapons. 

"Something important must lay beyond," Lucina decided. "Perhaps the armory." 

Pit nodded and lay the tile back down before one of the robots happened to look up at the wrong moment. "It's straight that way," he said, pointing forward toward the crawl space wall. "We'll have to keep going, see if there's a bend up ahead." 

They moved forward and, indeed, found a bend in the tunnel that led them farther forward. Another bend took them to the left, and Pit halted a couple yards in. He lifted a random tile and couldn't help but grin at Lucina. "Jackpot," he said. 

She crawled forward and peered with him down into the room below. It looked like a locker room, only instead of lockers, there were rows upon rows of weapons. They were as different from each other as angels were from demons, and Pit recognized many of them: Link's Master Sword. Ike's Ragnell. Marth's Falchion. Zelda's Arrows of Light. Kirby's hammer. Fox and Falco's guns. His own daggers. While he felt relieved at the weapons' familiarity, they also made him feel slightly nauseous. If the weapons were here, so were their owners. 

So he'd been right all along. This was another Games. 

Pit stowed that headache-inducing thought away for the moment. "Let's go," he said, preparing to drop down into the armory. 

"Wait," Lucina hissed, grabbing his arm. Pit froze, and just in time, too-a ROB rolled into view, awkwardly wielding a ray gun. They watched as the robot slid around the armory, it's head swiveling like an owl, and then rolled back out of view. A second later, another ROB-or was it the same one?-followed the same path. 

"Two or one?" Lucina asked, following Pit's thoughts. 

Pit tapped his fingers against the floor of the crawl space as he watched the ROBs patrol. "Think there're cameras in there?" he asked. 

"Excuse me?" Lucina asked. 

He blinked. "Cameras. You know-recording devices." 

"What?" 

Pit cleared his throat. Clearly, the girl was from the old country if she didn't know what cameras were. How to put this? "You think the other ROBs can see what's going on in there?" 

"Probably," Lucina said, looking relieved that Pit was finally speaking her language. "I don't know how the automatons could do it, but they're clearly more advanced than us." 

"Right," Pit said, turning back to the situation below. "If so, they'll come busting in the second we try to disable the ROBs. That means that one of us is going to have to try and lock the door while the other one distracts the ROBs."