07-12-2015, 02:30 PM
Mickey lunged at Xehanort.
The mouse grunted as he swung Star Seeker down, slashing through air as the black-cloaked leader of Organization XIII swept to the side, out of the way. The silver-haired man let out a sinister chuckle, waving in reinforcements; the other twelve members of the coalition converged on him.
“Get away from my husband!” the female mouse burst into the fray, swinging a golden scepter she had summoned out of thin air and smashing it into the face of another, red-headed Organization member.
Mickey’s eyes grew wide. “You’re a prime, honey?”
“Who the heck would’ve summoned me?” Minnie shot back. Mickey couldn’t help but let a smile cross his face—he sure had missed her. “Now be quiet and fight, Mickey!” she yelled, launching her scepter once more into the face of another enemy. Mickey turned his attention to Xehanort, who had begun to laugh once again.
“Hey, what’s so funny, bub?” the mouse asked, stepping away from where his wife had begun to handle the rest of Organization XIII.
“Oh, nothing,” Xehanort hissed, “you two are just… adorable.” The last word dripped with acid, and Mickey’s smile drooped. He leapt at Xehanort again, once again slashing Star Seeker through empty air as the silver-haired boy proved he was too quick for the mouse. “Too slow, Your Majesty,” his opponent chortled, reaching into his cloak and pulling out a sword of his own, “Now let’s get you set straight, eh?”
Xehanort rushed the mouse, and Mickey ducked, rolling underneath the silver-haired man’s attack. Mickey’s keyblade swiped at Xehanort’s legs, connecting for the very first time and sending his opponent into the air with a shout. The black-cloaked man landed on the ground with a resounding thump, but just as Mickey thought he might gain the upper hand, he heard a squeal from behind him. He spun around to see one of the Organization XIII members grab Minnie by the collar of her dress and lift her up in the air.
“Take your hands off my wife!” he shouted, aiming his keyblade and shooting a Pearl. The little orb of white energy smashed into the chest of Minnie’s captor, knocking him back.
“There’s too many of them, Mickey,” Minnie called out to her husband, swinging her scepter at another nameless black cloak, “we can’t take them all by ourselves!” The male mouse growled, frustrated that Organization XIII had the numbers advantage.
For a few seconds, Mickey fumbled around in his pocket, hearing Xehanort groan behind him. A quick glance showed that the silver-haired boy was picking himself up off the ground once again, trying his best to find his sword while regaining his focus. The impact of the warehouse ground had hit him hard, it seemed. Finally, the King’s fingers closed around Earthshine, and he pulled the stone out of his pocket.
“What do you have there, Your Majesty?” Xehanort sighed, standing up to his full height again and leveling his sword at Mickey.
The mouse smirked. “Backup.”
He dropped Earthshine, and the stone hit the ground, exploding in a grand display of light. Out of the light, a giant, red-maned lion emerged; it pounced at Xehanort, who let out a blood-curdling scream as Simba pressed him to the ground.
“Ha,” Simba spoke, in perfect English, “pinned ya!”
“Come on,” Mickey shouted to the lion, and Simba quickly removed himself from the leader of Organization XIII and bounded toward his new master. Mickey reached with one of his gloved hands and seized on to a tuft of Simba’s fur as he passed, pulling himself up onto the animal’s back. The pair hurried toward where Minnie had started to become overwhelmed by Organization XIII’s fighters, and swiftly, Mickey reached out, offering a hand to his wife, which she took. He lifted her up onto Simba’s back and the lion made a bee-line for the warehouse’s exit. The black robe-clad fighters might have the numbers advantage, but they would not win the day.
Simba raced out of the warehouse and into Coruscant’s Tier Four, right into a squad of stormtroopers that seemed to have set up an ambush just outside the doors of the place. The lion skidded to a halt.
“What the heck’s going on here?” Mickey shouted to the group of white armored soldiers, who had all trained their laser rifles on the trio of talking animals.
“You really thought I was going to let you get away?” Xehanort’s voice came from behind them. The trio swiftly spun around, seeing the black robed members of Organization XIII circling up behind them. So, Mickey thought, these sons of guns are allied with the Empire. Mickey didn’t exactly know why the Empire had such a problem—well, maybe it would be better to say an interest in him, but with everything that had happened over the past few hours, it started to become a little bit clearer.
“Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse,” one of the stormtroopers called out, his voice mechanized and cold, “you have been mandated to Empire custody for an indeterminate amount of time, until Empire officials decide how you may best serve Emperor Palpatine.”
“That doesn’t sound too great,” Minnie sighed quietly in her husband’s ear.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Mickey grasped his wife’s hand, holding on tightly, “They aren’t ruining our reunion. Not on my watch.” The King tightened his grip on Star Seeker, leaning down into Simba’s fur. “Alright, buddy,” he whispered into the animal’s ear, “Let’s get out of here. Take no prisoners—but don’t kill ‘em.”
“You got it, boss,” Simba nodded. The lion sprinted forward, away from the Organization XIII members in the back and right into the squad of stormtroopers ahead of them. Energy bolts fired off from their blaster rifles, but the lion was too quick; he dodged and weaved through the ones that didn’t basically miss automatically. The lion king collided with one of the stormtroopers’ barricades, bursting through it and knocking down some of the soldiers on the other side. Minnie squealed a little bit again, wrapping her arms around her husband’s waist for safety as they hurried past the guards and up into the streets of Tier Four.
The clinking of the stormtroopers’ armor made up the soundtrack to the chase as they sprinted off behind Simba, Mickey, and Minnie. The lion’s speed way outmatched them, but the trio did not find themselves in an inconspicuous role in this chase; as they traveled up through Coruscant’s tiers, more and more stormtroopers became aware of their presence, whether through radio communication through the Empire’s ranks or just from seeing a lion racing through the streets with two anthropomorphic mice on its back.
Eventually, Mickey and Minnie found themselves back on the top tier of Coruscant, racing for the gate to the Nexus. They took a detour into an abandoned-looking alleyway once they’d lost most of their stormtrooper tails.
“Alright, Simba,” Mickey nodded, “see ya later!” The lion dissipated, returning to its form as a tiny, orange-colored gem. Mickey swiped up Earthshine and stuffed it in his pocket, turning his attention to his lovely wife.
“It’s so good to—oh,” he was interrupted as Minnie planted another kiss on his mouse lips.
“Good to see you too, handsome,” she smiled, holding her husband’s gloved hands for the first time in forever. “Now, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, but first, let’s get the heck out of here, okay, buddy?”
Mickey nodded. You always were the smart one.
Mickey and Minnie headed for the gate to the Nexus, and once they decided the coast was clear, they crossed the threshold and left Coruscant behind.
The mouse grunted as he swung Star Seeker down, slashing through air as the black-cloaked leader of Organization XIII swept to the side, out of the way. The silver-haired man let out a sinister chuckle, waving in reinforcements; the other twelve members of the coalition converged on him.
“Get away from my husband!” the female mouse burst into the fray, swinging a golden scepter she had summoned out of thin air and smashing it into the face of another, red-headed Organization member.
Mickey’s eyes grew wide. “You’re a prime, honey?”
“Who the heck would’ve summoned me?” Minnie shot back. Mickey couldn’t help but let a smile cross his face—he sure had missed her. “Now be quiet and fight, Mickey!” she yelled, launching her scepter once more into the face of another enemy. Mickey turned his attention to Xehanort, who had begun to laugh once again.
“Hey, what’s so funny, bub?” the mouse asked, stepping away from where his wife had begun to handle the rest of Organization XIII.
“Oh, nothing,” Xehanort hissed, “you two are just… adorable.” The last word dripped with acid, and Mickey’s smile drooped. He leapt at Xehanort again, once again slashing Star Seeker through empty air as the silver-haired boy proved he was too quick for the mouse. “Too slow, Your Majesty,” his opponent chortled, reaching into his cloak and pulling out a sword of his own, “Now let’s get you set straight, eh?”
Xehanort rushed the mouse, and Mickey ducked, rolling underneath the silver-haired man’s attack. Mickey’s keyblade swiped at Xehanort’s legs, connecting for the very first time and sending his opponent into the air with a shout. The black-cloaked man landed on the ground with a resounding thump, but just as Mickey thought he might gain the upper hand, he heard a squeal from behind him. He spun around to see one of the Organization XIII members grab Minnie by the collar of her dress and lift her up in the air.
“Take your hands off my wife!” he shouted, aiming his keyblade and shooting a Pearl. The little orb of white energy smashed into the chest of Minnie’s captor, knocking him back.
“There’s too many of them, Mickey,” Minnie called out to her husband, swinging her scepter at another nameless black cloak, “we can’t take them all by ourselves!” The male mouse growled, frustrated that Organization XIII had the numbers advantage.
For a few seconds, Mickey fumbled around in his pocket, hearing Xehanort groan behind him. A quick glance showed that the silver-haired boy was picking himself up off the ground once again, trying his best to find his sword while regaining his focus. The impact of the warehouse ground had hit him hard, it seemed. Finally, the King’s fingers closed around Earthshine, and he pulled the stone out of his pocket.
“What do you have there, Your Majesty?” Xehanort sighed, standing up to his full height again and leveling his sword at Mickey.
The mouse smirked. “Backup.”
He dropped Earthshine, and the stone hit the ground, exploding in a grand display of light. Out of the light, a giant, red-maned lion emerged; it pounced at Xehanort, who let out a blood-curdling scream as Simba pressed him to the ground.
“Ha,” Simba spoke, in perfect English, “pinned ya!”
“Come on,” Mickey shouted to the lion, and Simba quickly removed himself from the leader of Organization XIII and bounded toward his new master. Mickey reached with one of his gloved hands and seized on to a tuft of Simba’s fur as he passed, pulling himself up onto the animal’s back. The pair hurried toward where Minnie had started to become overwhelmed by Organization XIII’s fighters, and swiftly, Mickey reached out, offering a hand to his wife, which she took. He lifted her up onto Simba’s back and the lion made a bee-line for the warehouse’s exit. The black robe-clad fighters might have the numbers advantage, but they would not win the day.
Simba raced out of the warehouse and into Coruscant’s Tier Four, right into a squad of stormtroopers that seemed to have set up an ambush just outside the doors of the place. The lion skidded to a halt.
“What the heck’s going on here?” Mickey shouted to the group of white armored soldiers, who had all trained their laser rifles on the trio of talking animals.
“You really thought I was going to let you get away?” Xehanort’s voice came from behind them. The trio swiftly spun around, seeing the black robed members of Organization XIII circling up behind them. So, Mickey thought, these sons of guns are allied with the Empire. Mickey didn’t exactly know why the Empire had such a problem—well, maybe it would be better to say an interest in him, but with everything that had happened over the past few hours, it started to become a little bit clearer.
“Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse,” one of the stormtroopers called out, his voice mechanized and cold, “you have been mandated to Empire custody for an indeterminate amount of time, until Empire officials decide how you may best serve Emperor Palpatine.”
“That doesn’t sound too great,” Minnie sighed quietly in her husband’s ear.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Mickey grasped his wife’s hand, holding on tightly, “They aren’t ruining our reunion. Not on my watch.” The King tightened his grip on Star Seeker, leaning down into Simba’s fur. “Alright, buddy,” he whispered into the animal’s ear, “Let’s get out of here. Take no prisoners—but don’t kill ‘em.”
“You got it, boss,” Simba nodded. The lion sprinted forward, away from the Organization XIII members in the back and right into the squad of stormtroopers ahead of them. Energy bolts fired off from their blaster rifles, but the lion was too quick; he dodged and weaved through the ones that didn’t basically miss automatically. The lion king collided with one of the stormtroopers’ barricades, bursting through it and knocking down some of the soldiers on the other side. Minnie squealed a little bit again, wrapping her arms around her husband’s waist for safety as they hurried past the guards and up into the streets of Tier Four.
The clinking of the stormtroopers’ armor made up the soundtrack to the chase as they sprinted off behind Simba, Mickey, and Minnie. The lion’s speed way outmatched them, but the trio did not find themselves in an inconspicuous role in this chase; as they traveled up through Coruscant’s tiers, more and more stormtroopers became aware of their presence, whether through radio communication through the Empire’s ranks or just from seeing a lion racing through the streets with two anthropomorphic mice on its back.
Eventually, Mickey and Minnie found themselves back on the top tier of Coruscant, racing for the gate to the Nexus. They took a detour into an abandoned-looking alleyway once they’d lost most of their stormtrooper tails.
“Alright, Simba,” Mickey nodded, “see ya later!” The lion dissipated, returning to its form as a tiny, orange-colored gem. Mickey swiped up Earthshine and stuffed it in his pocket, turning his attention to his lovely wife.
“It’s so good to—oh,” he was interrupted as Minnie planted another kiss on his mouse lips.
“Good to see you too, handsome,” she smiled, holding her husband’s gloved hands for the first time in forever. “Now, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, but first, let’s get the heck out of here, okay, buddy?”
Mickey nodded. You always were the smart one.
Mickey and Minnie headed for the gate to the Nexus, and once they decided the coast was clear, they crossed the threshold and left Coruscant behind.
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