Kingdom Hearts: Saga of memories

[Houndoom_Lover]

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Chapter

2-4
Bam Shicka BamBoo

Sora and crew fell to the floor of the Cargo room floor, coughing and heaving as though they really had been holding their breath to hitchhiking thought the galaxy. Being sucked into a Cargo hold after floating in the vacuum of space will do that to you.

Above them stood a very stern looking man who had been driving the space craft, the pale thin ghost of a woman who had noticed them, and that strange dinosaur looking fella, who looked more concern then the other two, he was holding warm wooly blue blankets.

“You kids are in big trouble,” The man in the bulky space suit said as stern as his expression, “Hitchhiking is a serious galactic offense- a crime, with heavy fines and a reviled smudge on what I hope, but seriously doubt, was a perfect record.”

“What?” Was all Sora got out before the next bought of coughs, he just needed a break for a second, nothing was making sense, everything was spinning a little to fast. He looked up, trying to see the massive crates from the multi-colored spots.

“Oh, Sora,” Little Ignius cooed simply. His speaking made the Space Ranger’s take a step back, and the man set his lasers on ready. He thought that thing was a hat! It could just be a toy…or some new force of wicked evil! The little Luma parted Sora’s hair like buck wheat with his little star arms, “What’s going on?”

“Explain yourselves!” He ordered, as the laser heated up. Galatica, ears-dropping so to speak from Donald’s hat, which he flipped back, causing Donald to freak out a bit as he emerged.

“You explain yourself!” His sparkles hissed red and orange, looking crossed, “Why have we stopped, who are you people?”

“Oh,” Numic peaked out of Goofy’s pocket, “What is going on, Goofy? We’re not anywhere near Mama’s yet.”

“No,” Galatica retorted, his voice like ice, “We’re not- Sora, why aren’t we?” The Luma folded his arms the best he could, scowling down at them all. Sora made a thin noise, why was he getting scolded? It wasn’t like he got them sucked up here, but he was saved from answering.

Donald got off his ducky knees, “We got sidetracked, alright?” He fluffed and ruffled his tail feathers, putting his hat back on and pushing it forward, “And we’re not kids either, got that?! We’re on a mission!”

“Oh yeah…?” The man’s laser touched each other them briefly on the forward, but when none of them gave a nervous guilty twitch (The duck thing looked highly suspicious), he lowered his arm, “You can call me Captain Lightyear, this is Ranger Mira Nova-“

Mira, the ghostly lady with the pale blue skin, smiled, giving them a sort of bored wave that beauty pageant people give when they wave to the parade people.

“This is Ranger M-“

“Booster,” The Dinosaour thingymabobber said, looking slightly embarrassed. He rubbed the back of hid neck-less head, “Just Booster.”

“Yes…well,” Buzz said stiffly, clear that he didn’t approve have Booster letting them use his first name. He just didn’t trust them, not yet anyway, “Where was I…Ah, yes, and my other Ranger, just to get this all out of the way, he’s-“

“Mira! Buzz!” RX yelled with urgency from the cockpit, “Booster?! Someone better get over here!”

“We’ll safe the rest of the introductions later!,” Buzz said, without waiting for them to answer he, Booster and Mira rushed down the hall, leaving the trio feeling more spun around then super stainy whites on laundry day.

Meanwhile, on the dark cold unforgiving planet Xrghthung, or plant Z for short, Evil Emperor Zurg was having one of the more stranger days in his totalitarian life.

He, once again, was sitting in his mighty throne, having audience with what was known as a Brain Pod. They were crafty, despicable creature- complete brain, the perfect creature for committing evil deeds in every way. They were found floating in large containers, attached to rather weak and cumbersome looking robotic bodies.

Zurg sighed theatrically as the Brain Pod blathered on, trying to explain himself, the evil emperor stroked a curled up scaly wild looking creature that was as purple as his dark self.

“And I told him, Sir,” The Brain Pod grumbled, climbing up the steps that led to his master with some mild complication, “that unless he had an appointment, he wouldn’t be let in, and now he refused to leave!”

The Brain Pod finally managed to get to the last step, heaving and huffing. But when he rolled closer to Zurg, the creature lifted his head up from his lap, and gave a magnificent hiss. (Its ears shot up like the neck skin around a cobra, the golden hoops it wore jangled, the thick dark purple whiskers down its head and back shot up like quills on a porcupine all at once, very scary) The Brain Pod (27) shrieked like a little girl, tumbled back and stumbling down the steps with the sounds of Zurg’s laughter in the background of his pain.

“Don’t just lie there like waste matter,” Zurg said after 27 crashed to a halt thanks to the convenient wall, he went back to pet the draconic monster. Its various body parts settled down, closing its feral yellow eyes, “Let him in!”

27, head over heel literally, pulled his bottom to the floor with his extendable arms, muttering under his breath, or whatever it was that allowed him to talk without his mouth. However, the Brain Pod had no need to get the intruder.

Ss-BOOM! Smoke and wall-chunks flew out into Zurg’s inner chamber.

The smoke dispersed, revealing a grand hole and the hole’s creator: one of those silly Boo creatures that he spoke earlier too, though this one was smaller and whiter by far. Its tongue dangled out of its stupid (and soon to be deader then dead) head. In a nub of a hand was a strange key shaped sword, a key sword that looked like it was made up of many tiny blacker Boos, with yellow eyes, and tongues out of their own stupid heads.

“Bam!” The Boo cried, floating into the chamber “I didn’t think I’d have to explode anything this soon, King Boo will blow up if he doesn’t an answer soon!”

“An answer?” Zurg retorted, sharp and evil, though surprisingly calm for someone who just had their wall blown up, but he noticeably was petting harder, “Evil Emperor Zurg answers to no one, now go-!”

“Whoaaaa there, buddy,” The Boo raised his free nub, digging around in himself, something that made Zurg raise an eyebrow, if he had one, “No need to blow up! Like, Blam, dude! Don’t shoot the messenger! King Boo says he doesn’t grovel, but he does gamble.”

“Gamble, Oh yes?” Zurg replied smoothly, he could see where this was going, and just as well. He’d play this so called King’s game, and not only win, but rewrite the rules, and cheat while he’s at it, “What does your bulbous King think he can get out of the Evil Emperor Zurg?”

“Third person?” The Boo choose to ignore the insult to his King, pulling out a tattered sheet of yellow parchment, “Well, from what I understand, that if I blow up the other guys before your hitman, that we keep the darkness, but if you don’t explode and stuff, and heh, beat me,” He said as though that wasn’t possible, “that you get any amount of currency you want…or something like that.”

“And the darkness?” Zurg replied curtly, not missing the beat. He wasn’t an evil emperor for nothing after all; this Boo thing would have to get up in a Zultarian morning to pull one over on Zurg.

“Wow! You’re sharp one,” The Boo said, pulling out a ballpoint pen, Zurg wasn’t sure if he was talking to the pen or giving a compliment, as he gave the pen a very sharp stare.

He floated over to Zurg, “You’d get the darkness back too, I guess, but I thought you’d be more interested in the explosive amount of money.” The Boo pointed his pen at him, “So, is it a deal, or what?”

Zurg ran through all the worst case scenario in his great metal head. Nothing too horrible was red flagged, so he took the little Boo’s pen and signed his name with great flourish.

“Okay, okay!” The Boo snatched the pen out of his hand as soon as he was done, and scribbled his name down: Bamboo. Bamboo then rolled up parchment, stowing it in himself, and threw the pen over his shoulder, “Back to business, so where’s your hitman…?”

Bamboo felt uncomfortable for some reason, you know, the kind of uncomfortability that comes from being stared at by big yellow eyes. He looked down, just in time to see the little monster snap its jaws open, and let out a blast of such sound that it was visibly, it was like a round-house kick to the face by Chuck Norris- he went flying through the hole he created, landing dazed in the ruble.

As Buzz, Mira, and Booster made their way to the cockpit (or whatever the front of the ship is called) a flickering hiss, all the lights went off, all power cells went down. The cockpit was filled with a magical blue light from whatever RX was shouting about; it was almost too bright to look at…

Sora, Donald and Goofy footsteps came echoing though the ship, surprised to find the Space Rangers just standing there, like under some sort of spell. The blue light licked at them longingly, telling them to come closer, they had no choice…come closer.

Jiminy, sencing something fill the minds of his charges, lifted Goofy’s hat up to get a look at what was going on. “Now what’s going on…?!” His eyes wide and his voice breathless when he caught in his bug eyes what they were gaping at.

It couldn’t…it just couldn’t be! He crawled down Goofy’s head, as graceful as a gentleman insect could. Jiminy rubbed his eyes, but when the image stayed put, he believed. She was elegance incarnated, her hair- the softness colour, her face- the palest shine, and in her eyes danced all the sympathy and emotions in their purest nature, and yet…there was something sad about her face today. Her blue gown billowed like gentle waves, like fairy wings, “Canpenella…!”

“Canpenella?” Sora asked in a whisper, stunned by the Blue Fairy’s magic and sheer beauty. It was like she was wearing a spell that bottled the mind, boggled, right…He’s mouth hung open, unable to close it, it made him look stupid.

The ship 42 started to skin, slowly, nothing up the web of cosmic force holding it up. At the not controlled movement of his baby, Buzz was snapped out of the spell. His mind assesed the situation quickly, jumping into his seat unnoticed by the other, and made a valolent attempt at starting the spaceship again.

“Please,” The Blue Fairy spoke finally, her voice like many magical harps being played by angels with sad soft hearts, “Do not leave me just yet, I need you to help…”

“No supernatural space…lady is going to tell me what to do with my ship!” Buzz yelled, pulling the controls here and there. He struggled and struggled, strangled and rangled, not giving up.

“What ever do you need?” Jiminy asked, all too keen to help the dazling lady. He gave a perfect swan dive off of Goofy’s large snout, he floated with ease to the dash board. Mira snapped out of her daze just then, at the same time Booster did. Donald gave a wild quack, and Sora closed his mouth.

“Whoa, guys,” Booster asked, sounding like he had one too many hits on the head, “What just-“

“You already know, Jiminy,” She said softly, no more then a whisper, a trickle of the breeze. Canpenella held out an hand clentched, it shook ever so lightly. Slowly, very slowly, she uncurled her fingers around whatever she was holding.

“Tyke!” The three Lumas squeaked with utter joy. Their friend waved at them, spinning around the lady. His sparkled only added to her enternal beauty.

“What’s going on here?” Buzz demanded. This-was- ridiculous! He stood up, all man like, slamming his hands on his dashboard, causing Jiminy’s hat to topple, him along with it, “Who are you working for, what-?”

“Please…” The Blue Fairy’s body began to become less detailed, she must’ve forgot to pay her cable bill, “You must…her…”

“Who, what, where, whoaaaa, let’s slow down here!” RX spoke us, pushing his way through. They all rushed in, knocking this tiny innocent (in his opnion) robot over, to see what the was squacking was all about, “Can we get some facts here, people?”

“Who’s her?” Sora said, slowly. He kept on trying to look at her, but he just couldn’t bring his eyes up. So, he casted his glacing to the side, attempting again and again to see, but it hurt! His eyes, too

“We’ll help you,” Jiminy exclaimed, back up-and-at’em,”Anything for you! Gosh, you gave me my first ribbion! You made all my dreams come true…you…,” Blush was creeping up to his green cheeks, “Gosh, anything.”

“When you wish upon a star…” Mira shook her head, remembering a story from long ago, that her Stewardtess use to tell her when she’d go to bed. There was a daughter, and a Mother- their fates entwined in the stars…

“Why, yes,” Jiminy blinked at her, he reached out, his gloved hands touching the cold spacesheild.

“Long ago,” The Blue Fairy said abrutly. The group, minus a still struggly Buzz, looked up, “when I…” Her body started to fade, the very bottom of her dress no more, “We lived together, happily…So happy…” Her face was so sad, how could anyone as beautiful as that be so sad? “…One day, my daughter left us…after day I stood outside and waited for her to come back…” Whatever magic that had brought her there was now taking her away, her dress was nothing more then dying petals on the wind, “…he left….and everything night I waited and wished upon star after star that fell from the sky, but she never came back…” Now all that was left her fair face, and her fair hair, “…my wishes…Everyones wishes would come true…My wish…my daughter…napped by King Boo...defeat is the only way…you must…the Writer is the key…find and save…Lumas…”

Buzz stopped struggling, shulking silently, trying not to show the fact that he was listening.

“Please…Sora.”

And with that, her face dispersed. Fair particales became once more what they were; a star. It tinkled momentary infront of them, before shooting off to some unknown lands, to grant a wish for someone who needed a wish granted and was just so lucky enough to see the speical star.

Tyke looked sad, waving good-bye as they left, “Bye-bye, Gram’ma.”

There was an awakward silence after her departure. Little Tyke slipped though the spaceshield with a spin, looking so happy to find his Luma buddies, but the others looked uncomfortable. She selected Sora out of the group, that made him speical. Buzz was fuming at the fact something overly magical happened, Mira was feeling a little hope sick, and RX a little hungry.

“Wow!” Booster said loudly, breaking the silence and making everybody jump, “That was neato!”

“Yes,” Galatica said drly, turning towards Booster. If Lumas could rolled their eyes, he would have, “…Neato.”

Sora smiled, an auto-matic one, but his brain was filled with thoughts and ponderings. Who was this King Boo? Why did he kidnap their Mama…Her Daughter…The Writer…? The keys! He needed weapons, they would have to get weapons in order to fight anything…Everything seemed grim, and yet there was a strange feeling of hope that the Blue Fairy left behind.

Ignius and Tyke danced over head, singing about Grandmas and Mama, Starbits and sugarcubes. RX mumbled something about ‘if they hurry, they could catch Taco night’, but his voice was sounding far happier then before.

“So, does that me you’re going to help us, Captain Lightyear?” Goofy asked, rubbing the back of his head. Numic bobbled eagerly, lifting up on of his long floppy ears for good luck.

Buzz didn’t reply, trying the power again. He waited, twisting, waiting and-This time he had luck! 42 roared to life, the lights coming on one by one, “Fine…but first we’ll need to re-fuel.”

“I need to re-fuel,” Donald grumbled under the cheering, his feathered belly grugling. RX rolled up, his cylinconed head grinning, “Tell me about it.” The two considered each other…maybe this rid wouldn’t be so ickily boring.

Buzz shifted in high gear, “To infinity, and beyond…,” He sighed. The Commander was going to have a field day with this. 42 speed off into space on what was left of its fuel cell, Buzz hoped it be enough to get home. Stupid magical things…

Jiminy smiled, to much absorbed in his own thoughts to hear the others. In his white gloved hand, he held something he wished for. Jiminy leaned his head on the cold spacesheild, watching the stars twinkle. He smiled, and watched the stars go by.