"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">Mama mia. Back'a to this again... And here I'a thought we'd be able to settle down and enjoy'a some tea.</span>" The younger of the Mario bros. spoke, clearly shaken up after being told of the events that were taking place. He remembered the last time he was involved in some adventure while the tournament was going on... he was trophified before he could even make a move to defend himself. King Dedede still had yet to repay him for doing that to him, after all... but alas, the younger brother just let out a bit of a sigh. He knew his brother was sure to hop into the fray, play hero, and save the day at the end of it... That was how it usually worked out, anyways. While Luigi enjoys his moments of fame, it really startles him and he doesn't know how to react to it more often than he does knowing.<br/><br/>Luigi had just left the castle; seemed Mario had some things to do on his own before he would leave, and encouraged the younger mustachioed plumber out to begin his search. He was informed that someone would be arriving shortly to help him feel better and more assured... and sure enough, Luigi could hear the familiar sound. The sound of a flying ship, an Arwing, flying in, to which it would turn upside down, the protective glass opening to allow the pilot to fall out, and land rather skillfully on the ground a ways away...<br/><br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/>Meanwhile, in another portion of the world, a portal opened, and a blond male would step out from it, looking back through it. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">Dear sister, I swear it upon my word, I shall return once the dark cloud of uncertainty has been resolved. Take care of yourself until next we see each other.</span>" The young man spoke, before stepping entirely through the portal onto this side, to which it would close up behind him. It seemed the letter of invitation he received had the power to open the gateway between worlds and dimensions, and brought him upon the most peculiar of lands. Clad in the wear he donned back as a knightly apprentice, Ramza also carried a sheathed rapier at his side... at least, that was what it seemed to be his only method of fighting. So far, it seemed as though the way was clear, and he would have to make his way to the castle, to which he can see in the far distance. That was where the invitation told him to go, however, Ivalice seemed to be in quite the shock at the time before he left, many seemed to think that Ramza and his sister no longer even walked among the living.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/>On another note, in an unknown location, a man, clouded in the veil of darkness, sat with his eyes closed, a metallic handle of some kind floating in front of him. It was disassembled, slowly, before it was reconfigured and rebuilt once more. It was his weapon, why he was disassembling and reassembling it was unknown to all but him, to which he did it... because he could. He had insisted to lock himself up once, and to not be released until he was able to achieve this. In doing so, built up his hatred, as well his power at the exact same time, to where he became incredibly powerful, but not yet strong enough in the eyes of his master. He was trained to hunt out surviving jedi, back where he came from... but he had yet to see any TRUE action, and so, he came here, hoping to change that; his training may still be incomplete, but the young man, whose name was discarded when taken under the wing of Vader, known only by the alias, Starkiller, believed he was ready. All the training would, ultimately, lead to him fighting alongside his master, to best the Emperor, and rule the galaxy by Vader's side. At least, that is what he is left to believe, as he had no outside contact with others beside his practice droid companion, PROXY, as well as all the previous pilots that operated his ship, the Rogue Shadow. The time was soon approaching, to which he will take part in the upcoming assault...