Chapter
2-6
Cosmic Calamity




42’s fall was promptly halted when it smashed, nose-first, into a passing asteroid that was large enough to have a gravitation force it could pull apart a small rock planet. It was quiet an embarrassment to smash into a rock this size. The ship gave a final spurt as it collided into the space rock. Mira, who had been pulling hopelessly on the controls, was now face-down into the air bag that inflated just in time.

Everyone else was a little worse for wear after the evident explosion of ship versus rock. The sudden crash untangled the great ball of people (and robot) sending them skidding across the floor like loose files from a dropped folder. Sora’s hand slipped from Mira’s arm, causing him to slam face first into the co-pilot’s chair.

It was a lot harder then it looked. He saw stars. Literally.

“Sora,” Numic spoke, all the Lumas had stopped screaming at once, as soon as the ship had stopped moving like one giant inhale,“Are you okay?” He asked, floating back down to his head and hung over to peer into the boy’s eyes.

“Yeah, I’m-“

But Captain Buzz Lightyear, already up on his feet cut across, “XR, go to the engine room and make repairs-“

“Oh yeah,” XR replied sarcastically from the floor. Goofy, who was helping Donald up, dropped the Duck (“Hey!” Donald quacked, toppling over) to help the poor robot to his purple roller-feet tracks, “Thank you,” He said over elaborately as though he had been left there waiting forever before continuing his banter, “Just send the robot into the flaming room of doom, not like he has any rights, or anything.”

But he was off anyway. Slowly, so slowly, in fact that it caused Captain Lightyear to add a brisk, “Today!”

“Alright, I’m going, I’m going,” And he went. Just a little faster. Just, but he was out through the doorway where all the billowing black smoke was coming from. They would have to get out soon, or they’d all start passing out from the fumes. Or maybe not. If the Lumas provided oxygen in space, then surely they would in case of a fire, but what about the others?

Sora turned his attention, worriedly, back to Mira, but she was standing up and looked just fine. The blue skinned woman glared up at the nothingness of space before hitting a button on her space suit, and a glass like dome went up and over her head like a half of a clear plastic egg. That solved that problem.

But apparently Buzz thought there was a problem still. He was giving Mira the sternest look when Goofy interrupted this non-verbal battle, “Gawrsh, is there anything we can do to help, Mister Lightyear?”

“Captain, and no-“

“Why not?” Donald quacked, sounding thoroughly insulted. He helped himself up with his back up staff, pushing his hat back on his head. He had just finished gripping about this newest ‘adventure’. He was supposed to be on vacation for Mickey’s sake!

“I won’t be responsible for civilian casualties-“

“Causalities?” Booster and Donald gasped (Quaked more on the duck’s end) at the same time. Buzz pulled his attention back to Mira, but it was too late. Whatever was powering her suit was charging up, square-ish wings popped out the back of her suit.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, really ordering her not to do anything in that coy manner people in charge tend to use.

“Top side,” Ranger Nova replied, ignoring the tone of her superior’s voice, “I’m gonna see what blasted us and then I’m gonna blast it back.”

“That’s far too dangerous,” Buzz insisted, “You’re staying here until we’ve figured out a plan and that’s a direct order!”

Mira pretended his final words were drowned out by the sound of her jet propelled wing system, which could be held back no more. She shot right through the ceiling, as easily as a driver diving arrow straight into water- no, even easier, like wind though air.

The boy, duck, and dog man were all in a state of amazement. So were the Lumas who all cooed and jittered about it like a bunch of happy parrots. Donald was the first to say anything that sounded like language, “How’d she do that?”

“Oh, that?” Booster said, sounding like he has seen it a hundred, if not a thousand, times, “She always does that. She’s got all sorts of cool Tangean mind powers.”

“Tangean mind powers?” Sora was the one to ask this time. There was a world full of blue skinned people that could walk through wall? How much power would it take the mind to slip right through a solid wall? He looked up and smiled, because it seemed Goofy was thinking the same thing. There was a look of visible pain like he was giving it the old college try.

“Yeah,” Booster continued on, unaware that Buzz was fuming so hard steam should have been coming out of his space suit, “Like mind reading and telephonetics-“

“Telekinesis,” Buzz corrected promptly through clenched teeth. It was bad enough that Mira didn’t follow a single order, now they were wowing over her Tangeaness. If he was a Tangean, he could do that to, “Which she doesn’t even have, now if you’re done chatting with the-“ He paused, unsure of how to address them. So he didn’t, “Let’s go see if Ranger Nova needs our help.”

“Aie Aie, Sir!” Booster jumped up, and saluted as though he was just waiting to get that order to finally get up out of that chair and away from that useless monitor. Buzz was already making his way to the back, when Booster turned to address them, “Now, behave you guys,” And with that, he left with Buzz.

Behave? The three looked at each other. Did a large red space monster just tell them to behave? Donald let out a loud Pff which caused a chain reaction of laugher amongst them, so much that tiny Tyke and Numic joined in, even though they had no idea why they were laughing. The other two didn’t seem to be in the laughing mood as the younger ones twirled above their heads, almost oblivious to what was going on. Laughing and silent, they floated down to their companions and nestled down to their respective places.

“I fail to see the humor in this situation,” Galatica said glumly, as he floated down to Donald’s head “We’re no closer to Mama than we were before.”

But they laughed right over his negativity, and with a humph, he slipped back under Donald’s twisted wizard hat. The air felt better, lighter, like they could solve the problems that faced them now.

“Alright,” Sora started, taking Numic off his head and held the star creature gently in his hands. His body was so warm and light. The Luma giggled, delighted by the attention, “What are we going to do first?”

“That Buzz Lightyear fella told us to stay put,” Goofy interjected, rigidness on his dog-face. If someone with authority gave an order, it must be important. He was a leader himself after all. He knew a thing or two about these things.

“So?” Donald countered, he didn’t plan to sit on his tail feathers and let that blue chick show him up. He couldn’t phase though a wall, but he had been practicing some serious magic now that he had so much down time.

Sora looked at his companions, stuck in the middle of the two again. On one hand, he wanted to help out Mira, Booster, and even Buzz but on the other he didn’t want to make Buzz mad. He was just about to say something when someone screamed. A woman’s scream.

Mira.