SMASH GAMES 2: CHAOS | Super Smash Bros.

6 - The Arrival

Little Mac 

Well, ya learn somethin' new every day, Little Mac thought to himself as he stared in incredulity out of his window. 

"Everybody all right?" Wario called back from the front seat. "Tell me if you're runnin' outta oxygen, now. The gas masks are in the backs of everyone's seats." 

Little Mac was feeling a little lightheaded. Maybe it was because they were flying around in space, orbiting a mother-lovin' planet.  

Well, maybe he was exaggerating a little. According to Wario, they were flying around the lower stratosphere, looking for the landing port of the Smash Ball Barracks, and the little planet the barracks were located on was barely the size of the United States, statistically.  

But the over-exaggeration wasn't the point. The point was that this crazy information took this entire situation to a whole other level. A: His captors were crazy. B: the place where he'd spent the last four days, playin' basketball, suckin' down purple juice, threatening ROBs? That was a space station: he could still see it out of the Humvee's back window, high in the sky. C: The Humvee actually wasn't a Humvee, it was a Humvee-airship hybrid-an Air-V-which Little Mac had discovered when they'd launched out a freaking airlock and into open space. D: his captors were crazy. E: He hadn't just been kidnapped, he'd been planet-napped, which led to his epic conclusion of F: HIS CAPTORS WERE CRAZY! 

Everyone else, more or less, was probably following his train of thought, on account of how quiet the Humvee-airship was. Wario thought that was hilarious, making him another person Little Mac wanted to punch in the face. 

"All right, fresh meat," he called from the front. "Five minutes and we're there. Guys think you can manage to get to your rooms?" 

Nobody answered. Most of them were staring out the windows, like Little Mac. They were currently flying high above a chilly mountain range, with huge pine trees choking the mountainsides and valleys. Mountains and valleys, just like Earth. But it wasn't Earth-more like the USA, given its own planetary body. 

This was so hard to wrap his head around. In Little Mac's life, all problems were punch-able, like his opponents in the boxing ring. But this...how was a simple guy like him supposed to deal with this reality? The reality of riding in a space ship, going down to land on an alien planet? Who was he supposed to blame, to knock out? 

A scary thought came to him-What if we step off and we can't breathe the air or whatever? 

"Thar she blows," Wario announced from the front-or was the it the cockpit? A smaller mountain-OK, fine, a hill-appeared outside Little Mac's window, holding up a large cabin. Actually, cabin didn't quite do it justice. Log mansion might've been a better way to put it. It was like a boat in the middle of a sea of trees, because pine and spruce surrounded it on all sides. Was that the Smash Ball Barracks? 

"Base, this is Gasbag," Wario said-craning his neck, Little Mac saw that he was speaking into an earpiece clipped under his biker hat. "I see the Mother Ship, am I cleared to land, over?" 

Little Mac sat forward and rubbed his temples. A sci-fi-action-survival nightmare, that's what he was in.  

Someone tapped his shoulder. "Are you all right?" 

He glanced up to see the gal in the blue gown, the one with the sparkly eyes, watching him with a degree of concern. Little Mac rolled his eyes. He was so not in the mood. 

"Yeah, fine, lady," he snapped. "You worry about yourself right now." 

The lady nodded and turned back in her seat.