Palutena on Shadow Moses Island

With all the trouble over the past two days, Palutena just wanted to chill in the clouds and down a tub of ice cream. Instead, she found herself summoned once again, almost as though someone had eyes for her specifically. "Nuh uh. I'm a goddess; I should have the right to choose my own destiny once in a while," she complained around a scoop of ice cream. "And I choose to stay up here and get fat."

The visitor she spoke to was a giant, floating hand, one of the closest things the smash tournament had to a god, besides herself. It snapped its huge fingers noisily a few times, then pointed downward towards the field of combat... it was Shadow Moses Island.

"Master Hand, look here... or however it is you see things. Shadow Moses Island is a very dangerous place for a girl in present circumstances. I know I'm considered, to put it charitably, 'easy for beginners,' but don't you think you could stop picking me every single battle?" she questioned, lowering her eyebrows critically.

The hand had had enough. Shaking momentarily with anger at being talked back to, it next rocketed forward, grabbing Palutena off of her puffy cloud sofa using the pinch of two fingers.

"Wah! Heresy, this is sooo heresy again!" she complained, holding her dress down... up... around her hips as the hand hung her upside down, suspended by the hem of the regal purple dress she had selected. It had the same accessories in gold as her other dresses did... and soon, that was all it had, as the hand lifted her up like it was waving a tissue, performing three hard flicks before it managed to free her of the garment. "Nooo, that's way too fast!" she complained, clutching her hands to her bra as she plummeted through the air, flapping her wings to stop her momentum towards the shadowy terrorist fortress.

Palutena's underwear this time around was a purple set, somewhat scant, with black, snaking bands around the hips and chest, designed to look like serpents after the goddess, medusa. Obviously, this wasn't the sort of outfit she liked to wear out of the house; it wouldn't have been her first or second pick, but it was fine for wearing during a stay at home day. Right now, this fashion was just an annoyance, but she still hated to think she might be deprived of it before the day was over...

Palutena spun in the air and got her legs beneath her as she descended like a bullet. She wanted to fly back up the way she came, but the fortress was surrounded by giant metal gears, manned mechanical weapons that had an array of anti-air missiles and laser weaponry. This sort of obstacle was best evaded by moving below, in the darkness, rather than escaping through the air.

"Goddess dang it... there's got to be a safe way through this place. Who am I even fighting? There had better not be one of those Metal Gear Solid twists this time around..." she complained to herself. She found herself in a dark corridor... that was some solace, anyway. No one would see her in her underwear, even if they were close by. Then again, she was alone... or was she? A voice seemed to be coming from nearby, out from a small, handheld radio. Gulping, she reached out to take it, still feeling hesitation...