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Chapter1 PANDORA Unit: OriginsChapter 1
The room was buzzing, with both the chatter of voices and the nervous tension in the air. Chief MacBurow was holed up in his office, the door closed.
Im sorry honey, but Im gonna be coming in late tonight I know, Im sorry, but-
Scuse me, Chief?
MacBurow put a hand over the receiver of the phone. What is it, Harley? His secretary looked nervous.
Um Theres a man to see you. Said he could help you with our, problem Do you know what hes talking about? Is it about the museum robbery?
MacBurows eyes widened. Ill call you back later, honey. He said, and set the phone down. Send the man in, Harley, and close the door afterwards.
Harley nodded and left. A moment later, she and another individual came back into the office. Here he is sir. She said, then left the room. MacBurow looked at the man. He looked normal enough, jeans,
Prologue PANDORA Unit: OriginsPrologue
Five targets move!
The eight hooded figures moved with the shadows, not making a sound. The targets, five thieves breaking into a museum, didnt notice a thing. The thieves had made their ways inside, and were heading for the new unopened exhibit.
Forget the stuff in the cases! Just grab anything thats loose! one of the thieves said. The five split up. About ten minutes later, the leader was back at the entrance that they broke in through. He was carrying a single box, all that he could find.
Where are those guys? He said to himself.
Tucked in for the night, and ready for the jail cells. Answered the shadows.
Wha-The word never got out. The leader was struck over the head and tied up by the exit, where his cohorts were waiting.
The cops are on the way. One of the hooded said, and then all eight of them dashed away. But only after one lingered, and picked up the box that the thief leader ha
SSB Academy Chapter 2Chapter 2 - The First Day
The first thing Mario heard was the sound of Coach Falcon over the loud speaker.
"Up and at'em, people! It's chow time! All students wanting breakfast report to the cafeteria now!"
There was a mad scramble through the halls as 30 some odd hungry teenagers ran to the cafeteria. But, as it turned out, the food wasn't worth the effort.
"Oatmeal and dry toast? Are you serious?" Yoshi, a food enthusiast, wasn't very happy. "I can't eat this junk! I'm waiting for lunch."
Mario spooned thhe gloop and watched it drip back into the bowl. "If lunch is anything like this, we're going to starve."
After choking down as much of the sludge as they could, which wasn't much, they started talking.
"Kinda surprising that there's this many fighters." Yoshi said glancing around.
"Yeah, it's not gonna be easy getting a good rep around here."
"You're attention please!"
Coach Falcon's voice was starting to get annoying.
"I will now explain how the battle system works. All students wi
SSB Academy Chapter 1Chapter 1 - A New School Year
Mario was in paradise. He was sitting on a beach, stretched out on the sand, catching some rays. Sipping lemonade, he glanced over and saw a girl with blonde hair and a pink swimsuit. She was waving and calling "Mario!"
Mario jolted in his seat, blinking fast. Oh, yeah... He was headed to school. Dang.
The kid who woke him was his friend Yoshi. Yoshi was a Demi-Saurian, a halfhuman halfreptile race that could turn into a dinosaur. Yoshi, in his half form, looked pretty normal. Average size, spiky green hair, and pale-ish skin. The only outlandish thing about him was that he had scales on his shoulders and slightly down his back, and he had a retractable 5-foot tounge.
"Dude, why'd you wake me up? I was having this great dream..."
Yoshi pointed out Mario's window. "Sorry, but we're approaching the Academy. Take a look."
Mario looked out the window. There in the distance was SSB Academy. A large island, with all kinds of landscapes.
Inner DemonsInner Demons
I stood upon the gates of Death
I felt the Demon's evil breath
I heard the howling evil call
I stood there steady
Through haze I saw it's eye
And with a battle cry
I lept up from the wall
My sword at ready
Three days, three nights we fought
My fear his evil wrought
But I stood, and fought through
For I was dying
And with a mighty swing
I broke his holding strings
My sword, steadfast and true
Sent his blood flying
And his dark hold on me
Fell like a rotting tree
I breathed as though anew
No longer captive
I returned to my land
A very different man
The skies were clear and blue
My life was mine to live
I am the manifest
Of heroes laid to rest
I have fulfilled my quest
My soul is free
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