Story of Smashers

Chapter 7: Ultimate Beginnings

On the eve of June 12th, 2018…

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!"

Master Hand grimaced, hearing that utterly infuriated voice echo through the hallway… heading straight to his office. He knew what he was in for…

Especially after Samus tore down the door with her Plasma Beam.

"RIDLEY?! OF ALL THE POSSIBLE SMASHERS YOU COULD PICK TO JOIN, YOU PICKED RIDLEY?!"

Master Hand squirmed nervously, especially with a charged Plasma Beam staring at him in the… hand.

"Well… he's been pretty heavily requested, Samus." He explained. "I mean… we really needed a major reveal for today's E3, and who would wow the crowd more than one of the most famous Metroid villains?"

Samus opened her visor, revealing her head. And an unamused expression on her face.

"He ate my parents."

"Well…" Master Hand sweated. "I mean, it could happen to anybody."

"Don't take it personally, Sammy. I ate my own parents, too!" said a familiar and dark… yet twistedly humorous voice.

Samus turned around, aiming the charged shot directly into Ridley's face. He stood there with an amused expression on his face.

"You're a cutie pie, you know that? But it's all true. Have my Smash invite right here."

He took out a letter that he had tucked underneath his scales, showing the official Smash seal and letter to the enraged bounty hunter.

Samus yanked the letter away from Ridley, reading every last word of it. "Dear Ridley, congratulations on your invitation to Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. If you choose to accept entering our tournament, you will have the honor to battle among the greatest all-stars of Nintendo history…"

Crazy Hand popped up, interrupting. "I'm curious, why do we have 'greatest all-stars of Nintendo history' still on the official form when we have Cloud in Super Smash Bros. now?"

Samus stopped reading for a moment. "And the importance of Cloud to this is…?"

Master Hand sweat-dropped, knowing full-well of the rather messy history Cloud had with Nintendo…

"Nothing." Master Hand assured, slapping Crazy Hand. "You can go back to reading."

Samus rolled her eyes, pretending the interruption never happened. "…among the greatest all-stars of Nintendo history. From Mario to Link to Pikachu, we represent a large variety of famous video game series. Please consider our invitation to join the Super Smash Bros Ultimate tournament, and compete for the honor of being the best Smasher there ever was."

She tossed the letter behind her, Ridley scrambling to grab his precious, precious invite to this tournament. She ignored it, aiming her arm cannon back at Master Hand.

"Come on, Samus. He promised not to kill anybody!"

"Except on the battlefield. I love the thrill of the fight, the smell of blood..." Ridley fantasized, visualizing the carnage in his head.

"Ridley, this game is going to be released and aimed at children, you know that?" Master Hand said seriously.

"And yet my trailer had me 'killing' Mega Man and Mario. Don't think I'd call that kid-friendly. Besides, 10-year-olds are tougher than you think. I have my work cut out for me when a kid with psychic powers makes for more of a threat than little Sammy over here.~" he teased his enemy again.

"But Ness is 13!" Crazy Hand protested, clearly missing the point… though that was par for the course with him.

Samus sighed. "You know, you guys could have at least given me SOME warning before you showed that trailer at E3."

"Sorry, Samus." Master Hand apologized. "But newcomers are strictly confidential. We can't tell even other Smashers of who will be joining until after they are officially announced."

Samus growled. "Fine. Whatever. I'm just… going to go challenge Ridley to a practice match to get some of my anger out."

"Careful, Sammy.~" Ridley teased again. "Are you sure about that? I wouldn't want to bring up any… HORRIBLY TRAUMATIC experiences.~

Samus was about ready to kill Ridley on the spot. "You. Me. Final Destination. No items. Just me and you."

"With pleasure.~" Ridley smirked, leaving behind Samus.

Master Hand sighed, looking at the Plasma Beam-fried door. "Great. Another expense to write down. And the tournament hasn't even started yet."

Crazy Hand thought, in a rare moment of rationality for him. "…So who's going to tell her about Dark Samus?"

"Not me." The elder right hand protested. "Hand it off to one of the Smashers."

"But then we need someone expendable."

"Dark Pit or Lucina. They're echo fighters before echo fighters were a thing." Master Hand said bluntly.

Crazy Hand thought about it. "Not Lucina. Both Chrom AND Robin would torture us alive if we let anything happen to her."

"Dark Pit it is, then." Master Hand decided, writing a note to give the dark angel. "The world can live without another edge-lord anyways…"

Yes, I'm aware this is like, super short. Still alive, people!

And yes, I fast-forwarded to basically E3 2018 because the series needed some revitalizing after letting it languish for so long.

Hope you like!