The space in which planet Turo orbited was the Rejected Asteroid of Abandoned Catnoids. Sure, maybe the asteroid could've had a much shorter name, but that wasn't as bad as the fact the lonely taverns were dark, that the asteroid was in the middle of the entire system, or that the asteroid was similar to a satellite. The midnight black sky turned blue from the flames inside a burning battleship speeding at over eight hundred miles an hour, leaving the captain of the ship in destitute.
Captain Gantu was the captain of the battleship, the BRB 9000 (BRB stood for "Big Red Battleship." He was hired after helping the aloha team, along with Lilo and Stitch, defeat Hamsterviel, Leroy, and the army of Leroy clones. He now had a crew to work alongside with, including Reuben, who was formerly called 625, his best friend.
But now Gantu was stressed about the burning ship he was on. Donati, his assistant, tried his best to slow the ship down while Asterid, the ship's electrician, put out the fire. Gantu, knowing the rest of the crew were in hypersleep, rushed to their room to make sure they were okay. He was relieved to see every single one of them safe and sound.
Suddenly, Gantu fell over. The strong jerk of the fall and lack of speed let Gantu know there was an abrupt stop. Dazed, Gantu slowly stood up from where he fell and then rushed to the cockpit.
"What in the blitznak was that?!" Gantu yelled to Donatii.
"We've crashed into Tulu, Captain," Donati responded, calmer than he would have expected.
"But we have little ship damage. It seems as if the fire Asterid put out had barely any impact on us."
Gantu said nothing and sat in his seat. "How are we going to get back to Turo?"
Asterid bounced her way to Gantu's big chair. "Well, at least we're on its moon. So let's do something while I fix the ship. What should we do?" she asked, her energetic voice filling Gantu's head again. Then Gantu had an idea,
"First, let's get the crew out of cryo," he answered strongly.
Reuben yawned and looked around, catching Gantu's attention.
"Good morning, Reuben."
"Is it really morning?" Reuben asked, rubbing his eyes.
"No," Gantu responded, half as sarcastic as his last remark.
"We're here already? I barely had any time in Sandwichville," Reuben ignored his joke.
Gantu looked at him strangely.
"Eruhm, I mean, my dreams that I… never mind. I didn't get to sleep so much."
Gantu jokingly scoffed. "You slept a very long time."
"Oh, well where are we now?" Reuben asked, confused.
"On Tulu, but we've crashed. We need to-"
"We crashed?!" Reuben interrupted, frightened.
"Yes, Reuben, but we're fine. We need to cool the engines and reboot the rocket. We'll be back up by tomorrow if it's done right. It caught fire because I forgot to turn off the fuse. But Asterid put it out."
"Ohhhh, so wur okay. Well, who crashed the ship anyway? And why did you forget something so easy?" Reuben said, knowing he was bugging Gantu.
Gantu was annoyed at this point. "It's not like you don't either. And anyway, I was checking on you, buster."
Reuben softened up a bit when Gantu said that.
"Sorry G. You know I should've helped. I mean, I should do something useful every once in a while."
Gantu looked at him strangely before he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
"Hey, Captn'", Cora said, stifling a yawn.
"Cora," Gantu responded. "Everyone's been awakened?"
"Yessir," she quickly responded. "They are all doing their business. And how are you, Reuben?"
Reuben yawned again. "Still want to take a nap."
Cora shook her head and giggled. "How's that even possible? No napping right now, mister. We've gotta get home."
Reuben rolled his eyes and cracked a smile.
"We won't even be back at the courthouse until tomorrow anyway," Reuben mumbled tiredly.
Gantu tweaked his nose. "You will stay awake."
"Or what…." Reuben started to doze off.
"WAKE UP!" Wiley screamed.
Reuben jumped at his screech, and made one of his own. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!"
Cora laughed out loud, and Gantu did a face palm.
The Grand Councilwoman stood bold and tall. Her great councilmembers, judges, and fellow attorneys filled the room. They had been called to the council for a very important meeting.
And that wasn't strange. But the nervousness and urgency of the call? That was strange. Not just strange, but disturbing in a way.
"Greetings, Council," the voice of the councilwoman filled the entire councilroom.
"We are aware of the prison bound rodent, Dr. Jacque von Hamsterwheel."
Groans of disgust echoed from the crowd in disgust.
"But there has been some news of a very similar, well, disturbing ex-member of the council, Professor Occelott. Rumors have passed on that she might very well be a henchwoman of Hamsterwheel. Such rumors are not to be trusted until we interview him and inform the armada."
A hand was raised from a council member, and the councilwoman raised a brow.
"What if Hamsterviel lies? What then are we to do?"
The Grand Councilwoman smirked.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" a shrill came from a handcuffed gerbil-like rodent.
"Dr. Hamsterwheel," the Grandcouncilwoman snapped at his behavior.
"IT IS HÄMSTERVIEL, YOU BAFOON. I HAMSTERVIEL!"
"Stop yelling, rodent," a guard growled.
Hämsterviel sighed in defeat.
"We have brought you here to ask you a few questions," the Grand Councilwoman explained, already stirred up by Hämsterviel's screeching voice.
Hämsterviel felt proud and ready, until he saw experiment 032: Fibber.
"Are you kidding? Why is he here?" his German-accented voice was still screeching.
"We know you were going to lie to the council, so we brought him here," the councilwoman explained.
Fibber beamed with pride and grinned smugly.
Hämsterviel crossed his arms and pouted.
"So, we wanted to ask you about Professor Occelott."
Hämsterviel raised a brow. "Who?"
"She was a council member until she used her knowledge to ridicule us. Do you remember her?"
Hämsterviel thought for a second, and then shook his head. "No."
Fibber buzzed, and the guard slapped his forehead.
"Hamsterwheel!"
"IT IS HÄMSTERVIEL! HÄMSTERVIEL. GOT IT? HÄMSTERVIEL!"
The Grand Councilwoman frowned.
Hämsterviel calmed himself. "And I do remember her."
"Is she perhaps your henchwoman?" A council member asked.
"No!"
Fibber was quiet.
The councilwoman crossed her arms. "When was the last time you saw her?" she asked him.
"Ehhhh, eight years ago."
Fibber buzzed again, and Hämsterviel jumped.
"F-Four years ago," he muttered, startled.
"So you are not associated with her anymore?" she asked.
"No, not anymore."
"That's good. Now, I am going to call the armada and ask you some more questions."
Hämsterviel rolled his eyes and complained in Turo.
"Not what I expected from this doomed council 'club.'"
Reuben's golden fur was matted, and he sneezed. He grabbed a hairbrush and brushed his fur before changing into his uniform and stepped out of his room.
"Hey guys!" Reuben said, before noticing a concerned look on Gantu's face.
Reuben's face was filled with concern, as well.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
There was silence for a few seconds until Gantu broke it.
"Reuben, we have been assigned another mission."
Reuben perked up. "Cool, but what does that have to do with… your face?"
"It's a dangerous one," Riley whispered sadly.
Wiley elbowed Riley. "It's not dangerous, Riley. All we have to do is find that catlady, right Captain?"
Gantu shook his head, and sighed.
"It won't be easy."
"What's our mission, G?" Reuben asked, confused.
"We're supposed to find Professor Occelott and any of her henchmen and ask them some questions. We are supposed to head to the Asteroid if Rejected Catnoids and try to interact with them. If we fail, the galaxy might very well be in danger."
Riley shivered, and Wiley rolled his eyes at his cowardly brother.
"Well, when do we start?" Cora asked proudly.
"Right now is great," Reuben and Gantu said at the same time.
Notes: I know there is no oxygen in space, but inside the spaceship is oxygen and gravity (a cool invention of the Federation.) Isn't that cool? Anyways, thank you for reading. I will hopefully update soon.