One Wrong Turn Turned Right
Author's Note: Please note that the game, Kingdom Hearts, its characters and plot are the property of Disney and Squaresoft/Square Enix. In short, I do not own any part of the game, which includes characters, Items, and plotlines. I would like to inform the audience that I do own the following Characters: Blastbone (Blaster) Clarkson, Charlotte (Char) Amaturie, Wendy Ulrich, Cody Antaturk, and the Bellerophon's AI Computer.
Please also note that some characters may not come in until later.
Chapter 1: Neglected Servicing
Blastbone Clarkson stood facing six dark figures, about as large as a fox with beady yellow eyes. Each figure soon disappeared into the floor, but not entirely, still able to be seen by any normal person. Blaster had a very shiny sword he had made out of a very tough metal, called Aluminocorintium, a non-radioactive element, made to look like a severely altered version of the Keyblade, with an off blue handle guard that encompassed the handle, in line with the teeth of the blade. The handle was formed so that Blaster could use both hands if the situation called for it. The teeth of the blade had two large crown-like silhouettes exactly 180 degrees away from each other on the rounded shaft.
"Blaster," the cool female voice of the Bellerophon, Blaster's ship, said. "You are requested on the bridge!"
"Thank you,Bellerophon," Blaster said. "Please disengage the training program and teleport me the bridge."
Blaster had not realized what he had made, thinking it was an ingenious idea to make a blade in the shape of a key with teeth just sharp enough to slice through a really large stick of butter. In fact, the other reason for building the blade was to increase security in his ship, making keyholes the exact size of his new "weapon." Blaster was within three seconds of being attacked by one of the figures when they suddenly disappeared, and the hologram room returned to the grey walls it once was. Within a matter of seconds, a ball of light surrounded Blaster, finally transporting him to the bridge. Out the main viewfinder, the familiar, pale blue tunnel of hyperspace rapidly passed by the behemoth of a ship.
"Commander on the bridge," Blaster announced. "What was I requested for?"
As quick as a flash, three other figures suddenly stood up to the 6 foot tall, 17 year old, brown haired and brown eyed boy who thought a uniform consisted of a pair of blue jeans, a pair of combat boots, and a red t-shirt. Blaster was quickly greeted by his three friends. To the left of the view screen was Blaster's closest friend, Charlotte Amaturie. Char was a year younger than Blaster, and 3 inches shorter, sporting long brown hair and blue eyes and a uniform consisting of a green tank top underneath a sleeveless, black leather coat that only went to her upper chest and was unzipped, a pair of blue jeans and her own pair of boots, only they were more for show. On the right wall, turning around to stop facing the computer screen she was looking at was Wendy Ulrich. Wendy was three inches shorter than Char, making her a whole half a foot shorter than Blaster. She was the chief medical examiner, so her uniform was a white t-shirt with white jeans and white tennis shoes.
The final person walked up to Blaster. This was Cody Antaturk, formerly from Greece, and he was the chief of technology on the ship. His left wrist was exposed with a perfect purple ring on the wrist, where a transmitter once wrapped around his wrist, as a new "Hitler" had taken over Cody's country. He wore a uniform consisting of a grey t-shirt, grimy black and blue jeans, and a worn pair of work boots. As soon as Cody walked up, Blaster had his hand on the metallic captain's chair in the center of the room.
"What have we got?" Blaster asked, clambering over the chair back to sit and check the console in front of the chair.
"Well," Cody said, slightly annoyed that Blaster just blew by him to sit in his chair, "we really need to service the engines before we crash into something! Particularly before we take off again, because I have no idea when they are gonna go."
"I prefer that you service the engines sooner than later," The ship's computer suggested.
"Can we make it to earth?" Blaster asked.
"I highly doubt it," the computer replied. "Although, I think that we could make it if we slow down to minimum hyperspace speed."
The ship was traveling from the edge of the galaxy and was almost to Earth. Blaster had just given the order to slow down when the right engine exploded. Almost immediately, an alarm sounded.
"Get us out of hyperspace!" Blaster demanded. "Brace for impact into anything!"
The black of space slowly appeared in the tunnel, and, as the ship exited, smoke trailing from the right side engine. They emerged just outside the orbit of Neptune. Blaster thought that one last burst from the hyper-drive engines would work, but the other engine exploded. Seconds later, Blaster lost consciousness as his ship plummeted towards an unknown planet after going a large distance in hyperspace.
"Hello?" A voice asked. The voice sounded like it came from a boy, and, by the sound of it, he was in his early teens. "Are you okay?"
"Whu…?" Blaster said. He slowly opened his eyes to see a 14 year old boy standing over top of him with spiky brown hair, a blue and white short sleeve hoodie over a red pair of baggy legged overalls. He also had a blue belt, white gloves, and large yellow shoes. This boy also had a silver necklace with a pendant in the shape of a crown. As Blaster tried to stand up, he felt light headed, as if he couldn't balance right, and fell back to the cold, hard ground. Blaster took this time to take a look around, noticing that where he landed was an alleyway, and the sky above him had stars. Looking to the boy, he finally realized something was wrong.
"Are you ok?" the boy asked again.
"Where am I?" Blaster replied, getting up pretty raggedly, and trying to regain his balance. "And who are you?"
"My name is Sora," The boy replied, helping Blaster get up. "And I believe this is Traverse Town. Who are you?"
"I'm…" Blaster began, before leaning against the back of the wall. "I'm Blastbone, but you can call me Blaster. Where are my friends?"
"What friends?" Sora asked.
"I was on my ship with three of my friends," Blaster said. "We lost one of the engines, we dropped out of hyperspace, tried to make it back to Earth through hyperspace, lost the other engine, blacked out, and I found myself here."
"I'm trying to find my friends too," Sora said. "Why don't you come with me?"
"I…" Blaster began, standing up to tower over Sora by a foot. "Sure. I'll come with you"
Blaster began to walk with Sora into the second district, where some black creatures appeared in front of them, with yellow eyes and some pretty nasty claws. Blaster walked between Sora and these figures.
"I can handle these guys!" Blaster exclaimed, thrusting his right hand forward, as if to cast a spell. Blaster had one advantage over Sora, and that was that he had powers, powers to control the elements of the universe short of time. However, nothing came out. Blaster tried again, but there was nothing. "Where is my fireball?!?!?" Blaster finally said angrily.
Sora had taken out his sword, the true Keyblade. Blaster, who had left his "blade" on his ship, was defenseless. One of the creatures began to attack Blaster. The only thing Blaster had on him was a pistol that was strapped to his leg. He pulled out the weapon, but it was severely damaged, beyond repair. Blaster quickly raised his hands to his face as one of the creatures began to attack, unable to defend himself against the darkness, as Sora battled with his Keyblade, unable to defend two people at once.
Will Sora and Blaster survive? What happened to Blaster's friends? Is there any reason behind why Blaster landed on this world. And what are these black creatures that seem to come out of nowhere? The answers to these and more Next time!