When training was over, Xeht regrouped with the others. "How'd we do?" he asked.

Xeno looked around at all the wreckage. "It almost looks like Raxus Prime."

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"He. You and your jokes." Xeht said.

"So..." M-1 leaned against her bro and layed her head on his shoulder. "How much longer?"

"Not long." Xeno said. "One more day. Tomorrow night, we venture to Smash Planet.

"I can't wait." M-1 said. Zaras purred in agreement.

A flash erupted from xeno's watch. It was another update.

Newcomers
Ridley, the Space Pirate Lord(Not the Alien Ridley, Goji3754)
Dark Samus, the Queen of Phazon
Mewtwo, absent in the last tournament, but returning now.
Krystal, the 6th sence of the StarFox Team
Bowser Jr, wielder of the Magic Paintbrush
Knuckles the Echidna, Sonic's friend and rival

"Isn't Mewtwo one of the most powerful pokemon ever?" asked Xeht. "I swear, that feeling in my tail just keeps getting worse. Who's next? General Grievous?"

"Wait, their's a second Page."


Newcomers continued:
Lumiya, Dark Lady of the Sith
Alema Rar, Twi'lek Dark Jedi
Asajj Ventress, Rattataki Dark Jedi
General Grievous, reconstructed Cyborg General and Master Duelist
Megaman Zero, Freedom Fighter
Megaman X, Maverick Hunter
Iceman, Member of the X-Men
Pyro, Brotherhood Member

"I'm starting to think your'e right, Xeht," said Xeno. "Such a gathering of Dark Side wielders with a legendary lightsaber-combatant droid on their side is not a good sign. They're up to something. The only way we'll be able to stop them is if we join and win."

"Exactly," said Xeht. "We may end up fighting each other, but we must remember that we are all fighting for a common goal: To ensure the failure of the Dark Siders!"

With that, they all clapped hands together. "Enemies on the field, friends to the death," they said in unison.

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The next day
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Xeno was practising without his KeyBlade, slashing with his claws and tail, before getting ready to go.

"Are we all ready?"

"YEAH!!" Everyone yelled/roared.

"Good, because I have a gift." Xeno pulled the drape off of the Shuttle, and a symbol was writen on it. It was a 5 Pointed Star with a Key Hole in the center. The Key Hole had 3 streams of light flying out of it.

"It looks so pretty!" M-1 said.

"Snarl helped me whip it up this morning before ya'll woke up." Xeno proclamed. "I think it looks pretty cool. The other thing is, our symbol in the Tournament is this symbol. Everyone needs a symbol, and this is ours."

"We can share it?" Xeht asked.

"Mario and Luigi share one. Kirby and Meta Knight share one. Pikachu and Mewtwo share one. We can too." Xeno reassured. They all boarded the Shuttle, which Xeno had custom made for the situation. It looked normal from the outside, but using Xeno's Magic, it was bigger on the inside then on the outside. Everyoen had their own rooms, and the living room was also the cockpit.

"Now we're off! To Smash Planet!"

Xeno and Xeht were asleep in their beds.

3 days later:

The alarm phone began flashing. Xeno answered it. He listened for a few moments, having to hold the phone at arm's length because whoever it was was shouting at the top of their lungs, terrifyed. Suddenly, the phone went dead, as though someone had destroyed the other end.

"That was from Naboo!" said Xeno. "Emergency call. Someone is killing off all the Gungans, and is somehow raising an army of phantoms to do it!"

"We're going to need help with this one," said Xeht. "Call in the Clone Troopers. We'll need them. At least their lazers can kill phantoms."

"You got it. I'll get my tank."

The man, once out of the lower deck, entered a gun shop. He looked around for a while, then told the clerk that he wanted the best guns out of every class: "Machine, shotgun, pistol, sniper rifle..."

The clerk handed him the last of the requested guns, a pistol with lazer targeting and a silencer. The man loaded it.

"You can't do that in here!" the clerk said. "You haven't even payed for them!"

"Negative." The man shot the clerk once in the head, and twice in the chest. Because their was a silencer on the gun, noone heard it, nor did they hear the body of the clerk hit the floor.

The man, if this was even a man, left the shop in cold blood, no emotion, with his new weapons.

Within a nearby corridor passage, perimeter of main deck

With no awareness of the recent activity, the corridors halls remained vacant, resonating with the hums of electrical wiring and circuitry. Not even a maintenance worker passed by occasion, but someone was very much watching here. Someone was about to enter the ISS.

Upon the interior walls, deep down on the very atoms themselves, something happened. It was ordinary at first, and then, in a split-second--Bzzt!--The charges between two molecules changed, and they adjoined. The resulting open matter instantaneously turned dark and rectangular, and rapidly expanded from it's small size. In only moments, a large, rigid vortex of spiraling black matter opened, ripping open the dimensions. A digitalizing sound echoed through its interior, bits of dark, speeding matter raced through its entrance, and then accumulated into a whole. In their place, Ganondorf, shading back to his natural colors from a pure black silhouette, stood calm and serious, not to be fazed by any sudden movements.

He was wearing his battle armor, cape included, and ready to take on the assignment he and Sephiroth had worked out the previous night. Keeping his regular, patient facade, the Geurodo looked to his right, then walked over to an open machinery compartment and peered inside. He looked down, observed the burnt-out hole in the floor, and then noticed the man lying nude beside it. Someone--or something --had massacred the man, stolen his attire, then left the corpse to rot. Though the sight of it sickened Ganondorf, the sorcerer kept his balance, unmoved by human death, and proceeded to leave for the control deck.

To his keen interest, Ganondorf caught sight of some kind of impression in the ground, a pressed-in track almost, and ceased his walk to examine it. He kneeled over, took a good look at its features, then gazed in its direction. Whatever left these was clearly more heavy than normal, near a ton to leave these impacts with each step. They left a clear trail to the Upper Deck, walking exactly as a human would.

But Ganondorf knew better. Rising to his full height, the dark wizard continued to tail this new lead with great patience. He had no idea what he was following right now. He did know, however, that it was far from anything human.

With intent but not emotion, the strange, muscular man continued moved along the upper deck. Anyone who walked by kept their distance, seeing his guns. But anyone could walk around with a few guns these days. All he had to be was a soldier, or an assassin. Until he struck someone down, their was nothing they could do about him.

A child ran out in front of him, chasing a little bouncy ball she had been playing with. She didn't see the man and bumped right into his leg, falling on her back. The man looked down on her, calculating, analysing as to whether or not he should consider her a threat and if her action was a challenge. It only took a couple of seconds to determin that it was purely accidental. He kicked her little bouncy ball all the way down the hall, where it bounced off hard, rebounding at high velocity, smacking her in the forehead. She squealed and ran away, crying, half-conciouss from the head-rush resulting from impact.

He continued down the hall, and before turning the corner, noted that the ball had left an impression on the wall, only just noticable. He continued to the main hangar, feeling no pity for the girl. No emotion at all.