A man wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans, with blondish brown dome-shaped hair was facing toward the camera... or whatever had recorded this.

???: Okay, recording.

Man: *ahem* Hello. My name is JDavis.

JDavis: Though... Originally, I was Joshua Cody Davis. Well, to make a long story short, me and some friends, collectively known as the AF, who have saved the world several times over... We sort of came back in time to try to find some long-lost info on this thing called the "Star Door"

The image changed to a still picture of what appeared to be a door-shaped slab of stone with a bunch of symbols carved into it.

JDavis: We originally found one of these on the planet Popstar, and it turns out there was one on Earth as well.

Some latitudinal and longitudinal coordinates appeared on the screen briefly, before cutting back to JDavis.

JDavis: It turns out these Star Doors are used to travel from one world to another instantaneously. You have to press the symbols on the Door in a specific order to get it to connect to the planet you want, though. Sort of like a telephone.

The image changed again to a still image of a slab of rock with two series of symbols carved into it.

JDavis: We had found these two sets of symbols on Popstar, the top of which is the set that connects to Earth, and the bottom the set that connects to Popstar.

Once again, the image returned to JDavis.

JDavis: Also, the Doors on Earth and Popstar are different sizes, but it rescales whoever or whatever travels through it relative to its size. Other than that, we don't really know anything about them. Who made them, why they made them, how they work, how old they are, nothing. When Professor Gyromite, a human scientist from Popstar who had been studying the Star Door there, and who came to Earth with us to see if he could uncover some info on this end, found some references to a kingdom who had studied the Star Door thousands of years ago, but whose research had been lost, he asked us to go back in time and try to recover as much of their research as we could without being caught. Unfortunately, he either didn't realize or didn't tell us that the kingdom in question was Zeal, which, given our past history with Zeal, I doubt we would have taken the job if we knew... And we got caught. That's where this recording comes in. It turns out, the Zealians didn't know much more than we do. They have a few more sets of symbols figured out...

The image cut to that of another slab of rock with several sets of symbols carved into it. Unlike the previous image, it wasn't being viewed straight-on, but it was clear enough to make out the symbols.

JDavis: But that's all. They don't know who made it, for what reason, or how old it is.

One again, the view returned to the prison cell and JDavis.

JDavis: We're going to try to escape, get our gear back, and get the hell out of here. But, if you've found this recording, it means we weren't successful. .... Or, at least, Gutsman wasn't.

???: Hey!

JDavis: Anyway, please go to the Acmlm Building and get this recording to the AF, so we won't have to go on this fool's errand in the first place..... But that leads us to the other potential possibility. If you have no idea who the AF are, or what the Acmlm Building is, then it would seem that we have been doubly unsuccessful, and the timeline has been altered. It is imperative that you get this recording to the proper authorities. Not all of the things we've saved the Earth from have been of Earthly origin. Altering Earth's history won't have altered the history of the rest of the Universe much, so unless you've got some super heroes of your own, the Earth is still very much in danger. *looks around* Anybody want to add anything?

???: Sure. I'm Gutsman Light, AKA Guts... I can't step in front of the camera because the camera is my eye. I was built by Dr. Thomas Light, but I was eventually reprogrammed and upgraded and such by JDavis, and even obtained the ability to transform into a normal human being on one of our adventures. That's about it... Anyone else?

The camera, or rather, Gutsman's head, turned to face a bunch of people who were sitting around the prison cell.

A man, wearing a blue jacket, a white shirt, and a pair of jeans that were whiter than JDavis's, stretched for a moment before approaching the "camera". Some features on the man were more apparent as he got closer: A blue bandana was tied around his forehead and covered by dark red spikes of hair.

Man: Howdy! My name is Kirby Neo Nite. I also go by the name as Kirbynite, which is spelled as a whole -- Kirby-N-I-T-E. This body isn't my original form. I'm actually a short and round pink alien from the planet Popstar. Hey, run a picture of my Dreamlander form, if you please, Gutsy?

The image of a round, pink creature wearing a red baseball cap turned backwards appeared on the screen. The creature had short stubby arms, which were attached to the head, and its oval shaped red feet were also attached to its head, which meant the head was also the creature's body.

Kirby: Seeing as how this is for the greater good if we don't suceed, which is quite unlikely, it'd be alright for me to mention I'm actually a prince. My dad took me along with him during his visits to Earth. I liked it so much here that I eventually moved here with several of my friends: Rick, Chuchu, Gooey, Pitch, Nago, Kine and Coo. Mitra eventually came to live with sometime later. We moved to Earth sometime in.. late 1998, I believe. For a while, we hung out at this carnival place that all sorts of popular people hung out at. We made some friends like Jeff.. Usagi.. Ness.. Ranma.. Minako.. Paula.. Ryoko.. Rei..

There was some coughing coming from the background. Kirby turned around, and then scratched his head.

Kirby: Er.. Yes.. I think I'm taking too long. Long story short.. Me and my Dreamlander friends live on floating island. We built a house there in the southern tip, and eventually turned that area into what I call the "Residential District".. South of my house, I try to grow some crops. I try very hard, yes. We live easy going lives.. and we don't leach off of anything in the world. Well, I don't. I'm not speaking for my friends who deal with lan parties Hum.. Well.. That's it..

The spikey headed man turned around and started doing a hand motion.

Kirby: C'mon, Yuna.

Off Camera Voice: What? No.

Kirby: We need to make sure everyone gets on this thing, you know.

Off Camera Voice: Alright, alright.

A women with long, shining, red hair stepped into the view. She was wearing a dark red scarf, a black tanktop with a bit of a middriff, and a beige cargo pants with a lot of pockets. She was grabbed by Kirby and pushed to face the recorder. There was a nervous smile on the woman's face while Kirby had a big goofy grin as he wrapped his arms around her. Now that she was in the view, it was clear that her skin really was dark with a bit of blue-violet in it.

Woman: Well.. My name is Rushuna Nite.. It used to be Zeal for a while.. but.. you know. I was not blessed with an enjoyable childhood.. I caused a lot of trouble for people just because I tried to live.. But things had started to get better when I met the Dragon Whisper twins, Ka'ae and Ka'nae. It was only a matter of time before I met Kirby and his friends.. Kirby saw I had potential for things, and aided me in learning ninja arts. Of course, Kirby and I saw potential for a lot of things in each other.. and.. yeah..

Kirby: Aw, geeze, Yuna, you make it sound more embarassing than it is.

Rushuna: Okay, done. Someone else now?

Just as Kirby and big Rushuna started to walk away, the spikey headed man turned around and stepped really close to the recorder.

Kirby: Oh, hey, wait, I got one last thing to say. Kirb, if something bad really did happen, and if you're going to try to fix it, be sure to bring that yellow backpack your sister gave you, okay? And also, you need to grab yourself a bottle of Chateau Romani. If you don't know where to get it, it's on Earth. You first need to head to a forest in Europe that leads to the passage to Termina.. Show them the coordinates, Gutsy

The image of a clearing in a forest appeared on the screen. There was a large tree stump with a hole large enough for a person to walk through.

Kirby: Look for the Milk Bar in Clock Town. Bring a hat that looks like a cow. Alright, that's all I have to say.

As Kirby returned to where he was previously standing, he motioned to a middle-height young man in a heavy, dark green vest lined with pouches and pockets, whose glasses shined softly in the exposure light of the video. The boy got up from his corner in the cell, adjusted his glasses, and stared at the camera, shifting his glance ever sideways, as though he were casting it across dimensions. It settled on the place where the Grey that inhabited this room was sitting. The young man spoke.

Grey: "I'm Grey. I'm not from the world that this was filmed in... So that means that whatever happens here won't have any bearing on whether or not I came. That means that if anyone sees this, it'll be me.

Grey. There are a few things that I have to tell you... Depending on how dangerous this new world is going to be, and how much of history may have been altered, what you've studied in your time being here and what I've studied may differ greatly. I just have one thing to mention to you above all else:

Whatever you do, especially considering the world you're in, do not ever, no matter how hard you feel the temptation, no matter what excuse you can come up with to satisfy whatever sick, twisted kind of curiousity or boredom you may attain while being here, do not, repeat, NOT forge The Enlightenment. It'll only lead to more problems, problems that this world doesn't need to have on it. I don't know if Troy will be there or not when this video arrives, and I don't even know how he got to be on that world in the first place. But you might, and just that knowledge alone should keep you from any kind of serious temptation. If you do it, though... Well, your journey's gonna get a whole lot harder, especially for him."

He looked to the side of the camera.

"I'm done. Ganbatte, guys. Anyone else got something to say?"

He stood up and paced to the background, resuming his previous state of being huddled in the corner of the cell, watching and waiting.

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Troy : Okay, right. My name is Troy Kiemen, and I was originally a Lance Corporal in my country's military before a total freak chain of events made me travel the stars and get involved with this whole expedition. I know all these people well, and my obligation to maintain the space-time continuum to some extent meant that I had to watch over, and assist to some extent, the whole Star Door ordeal. Uh, wait. How much time do I have here?

Troy glanced away, waving his arms for a bit. He turned back to the screen with a frown.

Troy : I guess I didn't do a great job on preparing this speech and left a lot of technicalities out. If Troy himself doesn't get a good look at this then... well, my point's moot. If this video gets into the right hands, then, well, I don't know what kind of livelihood Troy has. But, do your best to get him here, as follows...

Troy held up a piece of looseleaf paper, completely covered in bizzare equations. He lowered it again, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it over his shoulder.

Troy : Easy as pie. Now that we have that out of the way... more about me. I was designated a Keyper long ago and thus have access to a small handful of keyblades, magical bladeish weapons summonable by sheer will. I only carry two on me on a regular basis, though, one of which I won't go into details about because if you somehow figured out how to use it you'd rip yourself apart wielding it. BUT, the other is one that's more conventional-duty. It was a weapon called the Chronicle, and while having a great deal of power also has a very very limited ability to alter the flow of time. It's not capable of solving this problem, so it's not important here. What IS is that it's a very potent weapon in the right hands. Your hands.

Troy held up another sheet in his other hand of a poorly drawn Chronicle.

Troy : If we screw up, then our captors will have been the last people to have it. Wherever they fell, will be where it lies. You're me, so you should be able to sense it from a distance and possibly summon it to your hands if you're close enough... that is, if you know how. Which is something that's beyond the scope of a 5-minute crash course. Just get your hands on that and get good with it, that's all you gotta do. 'ight? Am I missing anything? Oh... uh, yeah, don't forge things. Forging is bad.

Troy shot a confused glance at Grey.

Troy : I was still intact when I made the decision to make the jump here. That means... that whatever you do, good will come of it. I just don't know at what cost, however... our hope's riding with you. I'm done.

Troy walked out of the eye's sight again. A thud came from the left.

Troy : Man, it would totally suck if my alter ego was a spineless wimp.

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SMITHY: MY HAND! It's fading away! I'm being McFly'd!

A bright red robot with a shimmering black visor over his eyes stumbles across the background, holding his right arm up in the air. Another man, with a goatee and matching gray fedora and suit, jogs over to hold his hand up, examining it like a dollar bill.

BOOSTER: He's not kidding this time, guys. He's actually being McFly'd.

Smithy's hand was beginning to slowly disintegrate, and was increasingly turning transparent, albeit at a very slow rate.

Into the picture, in front of the two, stepped a gentleman in a lab coat, with black pants and a black undershirt. Frizzy brown hair shot from his head in jagged spikes. He removed his circular, opaque classes, and tucked them into a pocket, staring into the camera with clear blue eyes.

In time with his speaking, bright yellow Japanese subtitles appear on the bottom of the display, for the benefit of his time-altered self.

MEL: I am Melvin Phillip Gurio, son of Naru Osaka and Umino Gurio, President of the Republic of Japan, super-genius, inventor, giant robot pilot, accomplished marksman, and total badass.

He steps to the side momentarily, motioning to both Smithy and Booster.

MEL: Those two, MRS-01-3 Smithy and MRS-02 Booster, are two of the first and most advanced reploids developed, and were built by my hand. Smithy is noted for his modular parts design, and Booster is build with advanced computing abilities, which make him great for both doing taxes and long-range sniping.

Stepping back in front of the two, he crosses his arms, momentarily pondering what to say next. When it looks back up, it is somehow wordlessly evident to everyone in the room that he no longer speaks to them, but to the incarnation of him sitting in the back of the room.

MEL: Always remember your heritage as a Melvin. You have the Hero's Potential.. never forget that. Me, and thousands of others like me across the multiverse have changed their respective universes in countless ways for both the better, and the worse.. You have this potential. All of you do, not just my probability-altered incarnation.

That is all that is said - Mel swiveled, and walks away from the screen, grabbing onto both Smithy and Booster, and dragging them out of the camera view.

The next person in line to speak was a man with white, spiky hair, blue eyes, and large white-feathered wings. Before delivering his speech, though, he moved off in the direction that Melvin had just gone. Gutsman's eyes followed him as he gave Smithy a strong bonk on the head, causing the red reploid's arms to disappear completely.

Jack: Cut it out with the holograms! You aren't McFlying! Your arms were confiscated!

The man walked back over to directly in front of Gutsman and cleared his throat.

Jack: My name is Jack 1186, originally JDavis1186.

Jack: Like Kirby, this isn't my original appearance. Run a pic of that, will ya?

The image changed briefly to a picture that looked just like JD, except with white wings protruding from his back.

Jack: That's kind of a long story, so I won't get into it. I live on Neo Grape Gardens, the floating island Kirby mentioned, with my lovely wife Haruko. She's the daughter of the previously mentioned Professor Gyromite. We also have a daughter of our own, Fem, who, coincidentally, I originally met six years before she was born. She came back in time from an alternate future to try to prevent me from getting some sort of injury that would eventually kill me because she believed that me and my brother Draco would be the only hope of stopping some powerful creatures that hard turned her timeline into a post-apocalyptic nightmare.

Jack: Oh, yeah, Draco isn't really my brother. He's from an alternate universe. We originally considered each other different versions of the same person, but he's got red eyes and bat wings and black hair... And, in his original state his cap is red with white spots. So we decided that we were more like brothers. Anyway, Fem failed and both Draco and I were killed by one of those creatures when it followed her back in time. Obviously, though, we came back to life. That's because Fem stayed around and eventually killed that creature before it could grow up and come back in time to kill us, so we were brought back to life by the resulting paradox.

Jack: Anyway, while we were dead we regained memories of our past lives in Ancient Fungeria, and that's when we decided to change our names to Jack and Draco, since Josh had changed his name to JDavis and we didn't need the confusion of having three JDavises. I'd say that about covers things. *walks off*