Surprise Visitors [Chapter 1]
Fandom: Storm Hawks/ Kingdom Hearts II
Summary: Three people appear on the Condor out of nowhere. Right after, the Storm Hawks are attacked by things made out of shadows. Coincidence?
Rating: K+
Notes: No specific timeline for either of the canons, but it's before the end of Kingdom Hearts II.
*snerk* Why is writing orders in Fullmetal Ninja hard, but here, it was so easy?
:) Thanks to cyber09 for beta-ing this.
Genre: Adventure/Friendship
Word count: 2,697
Total word count: 2,697
Status: Work in Progress
Prompt: 025 - Strangers
Aerrow raised an eyebrow, arms itching to go to his energy blades. Stork was being his usual, panicky self - but that wasn’t a problem.
“Eh heh heh… Um, hi?”
The problem was that three people had just literally appeared out of nowhere on the Condor’s bridge. The only reason Aerrow hadn’t drawn his weapons was because the strangers weren’t wearing any Cyclonian uniforms. Saying that, he’d never seen the races standing in front of him - while one person was human, another resembled a duck and the other was sort of like a dog.
The human had clear blue eyes and spiky light brown hair. His clothing, while it wasn’t Cyclonian, still made Aerrow a little cautious since they were mostly black. The duck was only wearing one layer of clothing that was mostly in shades of blue, and a hat. Aerrow was a little weirded out by the fact that it wasn’t wearing trousers. In one of its hands was a staff that strangely had its own hat. The dog was covered in a variety of blocked colours that were mostly light but wore a small, black sleeveless jacket. It was wearing a hat with goggles strapped to it. It had a big, bright shield covering nearly its entire right arm.
Aerrow checked on his squadron from the corner of his eyes. They were tense and wary but they didn’t look like they were going to attack. Stork, on the other hand, looked like he was halfway between panic and indignant anger.
Leaning a little on the table behind him, arms loose at his side, Aerrow asked them, “Who are you?”
It was the boy who spoke up first. “Well, I’m Sora,” he said, pointing to himself.
“Donald.” The duck nodded to them.
The dog waved at them. “The name’s Goofy.”
Before Aerrow could wonder if he should give his own name, someone else spoke before him. “How did you do that?” It was Piper. She was frowning at the three strangers in puzzlement.
Sora tilted his head to the side, looking confused. “How did we do what?” he asked.
“How did you get in here?” Piper clarified. “There are Crystals that can teleport one person at a time but you can see and feel when they’ve been used a mile off.” Piper shook her head. “Not to mention you need a fixed point to teleport - it’d be nearly impossible to teleport into a ship that’s moving.”
Aerrow could hear the underlying message of Piper’s words: if that Crystal existed, and she didn’t know about it, then that would mean that Master Cyclonis had made it. If she had a Crystal that could sneak multiple people onto ships discreetly, then Sky Knights wouldn’t stand a chance against her.
But… how would someone who wasn’t a Talon or didn’t seem to be in a squadron have such a powerful Crystal?
Sora scratched the back of his head and chuckled, smiling guilelessly at them. “We didn’t-” His carefree look disappeared suddenly, his eyes sharpening on something past them. Aerrow had already drawn his blades and was jumping away when he heard something heavy hit the table behind him.
A quick glance around showed that his friends were unhurt before he focused on the table. Standing on it wasn’t something that Aerrow had ever seen before. It was just over the half the length of the table and stood on four legs - its front legs were shorter than its back ones and shaped like bird’s feet, while its back legs were like a cat’s. It was almost entirely black apart from its purple bat wings. They started at its shoulders and were nearly the same size as it in length; he wasn’t sure if it could actually fly with its bulk. Triangular spikes ran down its entire spine, down to its thick tail. Its head was shaped like a bird’s with glowing yellow eyes and two spiky horns pointing backwards on the top of its head. Aerrow had enough time to see it for a second before it disappeared as wisps of dark smoke; Sora was standing next to it, a strange looking weapon in his hand. He was already on the move again before the smoke had completely gone.
There was no time to wonder how the Condor had been invaded (again) because more of the things appeared. Smaller this time, with a vague similarity to a human, again all black with glowing yellow eyes. He slashed at the closest monster and stumbled when it flattened in on itself like a shadow and glided across the floor. He followed it and when it ‘came up’ he attacked it again. His blade felt like it hit something solid for a second before going through it like it was a piece of paper. It evaporated into nothing a second later.
“Thundara!” A flash of light. Something exploded.
The Condor reared to the left. “No Lightning Crystals in the bridge!” Stork yelled over his shoulder. Stork. He didn’t have any weapons to defend himself and had to control the Condor too. Finn wouldn’t be able to fight as well as he normally did just in case he missed and hit something the Condor needed to fly with.
“Piper, Junko!” he called out. The two didn’t stop fighting but the way they had their heads turned towards him, he knew they were listening. “We need to protect Stork,” he ordered. Aerrow didn’t say anything about Finn because he knew Finn would have just denied it and would then probably try and do something to prove that he didn’t need help. The others knew that he would still need help anyway.
He rolled under a dive from the first type of creature - so it really could fly. As it was turning for another run, Aerrow attacked. It took more hits than the smaller one before it turned into smoke. “You guys okay?” He’d been able to position himself closer to Stork from that; the others were already there. There was a chorus of affirmatives.
That left the other three. Another hybrid swooped down and Aerrow blocked its claws and hind-feet with his blades; it still had enough momentum to push him back a couple of inches. Its hind-feet were a lot more like a cat’s than Aerrow realised - small claws were gripping the edge of the blades from under the fur. While they were struggling to get the upper hand on each other, Aerrow checked behind it. Donald was the closest to them, whacking at the shadow things with his staff; Goofy was ramming into them at the opposite side of the room. Sora was in the centre of the room taking the things down left, right and above without much pause in between. They looked like they knew exactly how to fight the things, and had been doing so for a while. Aerrow grunted as he pushed harder. In retaliation, the hybrid flapped its wings at him, and he ducked before the limbs hit him. It used the loss of resistance to shoot over him and towards Stork’s unprotected back.
“No-!”
Stork heard the shout and threw himself to the side. There was a bang as the hybrid crashed into the wheel. A second later, everyone was flailing towards the starboard side as the Condor swerved sharply.
Scrambling onto his feet, Aerrow fought the last of the few remaining shadow things with Junko at his back and Radarr at his shoulder for extra backup. There was another tilt of the floor when Stork righted the Condor.
After a few minutes, the last of the shadow things were cut down. Eyes scanning the bridge, Aerrow checked to see if any more were left. Nothing moved.
Nothing alive anyway. There were naked wires dangling from the ceiling, broken pipes hissing and spewing green gasses (Junko was already making his way over to see if he could stop it), and some of the machinery were flashing with multicoloured sparks. Strewn across the floor were feathers and the papers and maps they had been working on before Sora, Donald and Goofy had appeared - most of them were trampled, torn, or both. Dotted across the walls were blast marks of various sizes. Surprisingly, the table was still in tact.
“Man,” Finn muttered beside him, “this place is totally trashed.”
Aerrow nodded, and then shook his head. Stork wasn’t going to take this well and that was an understatement. From where he was standing, he could see the tremors running down Stork’s body. They would either have to take Stork off the ship (a bit hard when they were still flying) and fix the Condor themselves (also a bit hard since Stork knew the most about the ship) or let Stork keep on driving and then let him do most of the repairs (and face a possible breakdown before or after they anchored).
He walked up to the pilot, making sure that Stork could see him coming. “You gonna be okay, Stork?” he asked Stork. Behind him, he could hear things being shuffled about as they were being cleared up.
“Oh, I’m fine,” Stork said quickly and a little shrilly. “Absolutely fine, nothing wrong,” he continued. “I mean, we haven’t just lost our mobility by thirty percent not to mention, half our doors are malfunctioning meaning we could be trapped in this area of the Condor, just waiting to be picked off by those things!”
“Whoa, whoa.” Aerrow held up a hand, hoping that Stork would slow down. “What do you mean, ‘half our doors are malfunctioning?’” He could understand why mobility was down if the wheel had been hit, but how had the doors been affected?
“It’s because - ” The lights flickered. Stork sighed. “They’re in the engine room and generator room,” he said in a low tone.
That... was not good. The lights flickered again, and this time, took longer to stabilise.
“Of course, if we aren’t eaten first,” Stork said, his voice apparently brightening, “they’ll probably destroy the generator and we’ll die in an explosion as the Condor crashes into the Wasteland.”
“Hey!” Turning around, Aerrow could see it was Donald who had spoken up. He had his arms crossed and was glaring at Stork’s back. “We aren’t going to die here so stop saying that.”
Aerrow latched onto the interruption. “Donald’s right; we need to stop them before they do any more damage.” He thought about the brief glimpse that he’d seen of the newcomer’s skills. “Junko - stay here and see what you can patch up.” He sent him a meaningful look to also keep an eye on Stork.
“Got it.”
“Piper, Donald - you go up to the generator room. See if you can get it working properly.”
“Okay.”
“Wait, you’re splitting us up?” Sora asked, stepping forward.
Aerrow nodded curtly. “You don’t know your way around the Condor like we do.” He faced the next group. “Finn, Goofy - you’re going to the engine room. Protect it as best as you can.”
“Will do.”
“Uh-huh.”
Aerrow looked at Sora. “Sora, Radarr - you’re with me.” Radarr saluted. He nodded to everyone. “Move out.” It was only when the other two groups had left that Aerrow started moving. He did one last sweep of the bridge and left.
“So, where’re we going?” Sora asked as he followed him. His eyes were wandering up and down the corridor, taking everything in, sometimes pausing on a few things but never for too long.
“We’re going to be checking if those shadow things - ”
“Heartless,” Sora corrected him.
“Heartless,” Aerrow repeated, trying the word out. So Sora knew what they were. And they appeared right after Sora and his friends did. So had the heartless come because Sora came, or was it the other way around? What kind of name was ‘heartless’ anyway? “We’re going to be checking if those heartless are anywhere else on the ship, especially about the hangar bay.”
Sora nodded in acknowledgement.
Aerrow listened carefully to the Condor as they hurried. She sounded the same as she always did and he didn’t hear any scrape of claws on metal. He checked on Radarr; he looked up at his friend and shook his head. He couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary either.
“Do you fight heartless often?”
Sora half-shrugged. “Yeah. They appear quite a lot.” He peered curiously at Aerrow. “Is this the first time you’ve seen anything like them?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm.” Sora frowned thoughtfully and tapped the side of his lip with a finger. “You haven’t heard of any rumours recently that might be about the heartless?”
“No,” Aerrow answered, after thinking about it for a few seconds. They hadn’t really heard from anyone lately. That was either a good sign (there was no trouble anywhere) or a bad one (the other Sky Knights and their squadrons had been captured or worse). He was hoping it was a good sign.
They made the rest of the way to the hanger bay in silence, ready to defend themselves if something jumped out at them. Nothing did. When they were a few steps away from their destination, the Condor shook - not enough to overbalance them but just long and hard enough to be felt. They paused, waiting. Aerrow couldn’t pinpoint exactly where the shudder had had come from but since they weren’t plastered to the ceiling, it at least meant that nothing important had been hit too badly.
Pressing the door pad, he was relieved to see the door sliding open. They peeked around the door frame but nothing moved.
“Woah,” Sora whispered when he caught sight of the skimmers. Aerrow felt pride well up at his reaction. He stepped into the hangar to check any hiding places. The doors leading outside were still closed but seeing as the heartless got in in the first place, that really didn’t mean much.
Through the hangar bay was the best way of getting into the Condor. Did that mean that the heartless had come in the same way as Sora? But where had they (Sora and his friends and the heartless) come from? If there was something that had been developed that could teleport things right onto ships, why hadn’t anyone known about it?
A few minutes later, Aerrow, Radarr and Sora left the hanger bay having found nothing. Aerrow decided to take another, much longer route to the bridge; that part of the Condor may have been clear of heartless but that didn’t mean that the rest of her was.
xOx
“Hey,” Aerrow greeted as he walked into the bridge. Junko looked away from the pipe he was mending and smiled. Stork was at the wheel, muttering incessantly under his breath. “How’s the Condor?” The bridge was looking better - most of the pipes were attached together and the consoles weren’t sparking as much. Piper and Donald were tidying up the papers on the table. They didn’t seem any more injured than the last time he’d seen them.
Junko shrugged. “We can fix most of the damage here but it’s really the generator that we have to worry about.”
Piper nodded. “I was able to fix it up as best as I could but...” she trailed off and shrugged.
“It took a lot of damage,” Donald continued for her. “The heartless had taken chunks out of it before we got there.”
One of Stork’s ears swivelled in their direction. “Did you say... heartless?”
“Yeah...?” Donald answered, surprised. “You heard of them?”
“I’ve heard of them,” Stork confirmed slowly, “but I can’t remember much about them.” He paused. “I’ll do some research once we reach Saharr.”
Just then, Finn and Goofy came through the door. Finn was grinning. “The engine room’s clear. They didn’t stand a chance with my aim,” he preened.
Aerrow shot Goofy a sympathetic look. He hoped Finn hadn’t been too bad. Goofy merely smiled back. “We’re going to Terra Saharr,” he informed them. He crossed his arms and looked at the three strangers. “Before we get there, will you tell us about yourselves, what you’re doing here and what you know about these heartless?”
The three shared a look. “Well... We'll try.”
Next Chapter
Summary: Three people appear on the Condor out of nowhere. Right after, the Storm Hawks are attacked by things made out of shadows. Coincidence?
Rating: K+
Notes: No specific timeline for either of the canons, but it's before the end of Kingdom Hearts II.
*snerk* Why is writing orders in Fullmetal Ninja hard, but here, it was so easy?
:) Thanks to cyber09 for beta-ing this.
Genre: Adventure/Friendship
Word count: 2,697
Total word count: 2,697
Status: Work in Progress
Prompt: 025 - Strangers
Aerrow raised an eyebrow, arms itching to go to his energy blades. Stork was being his usual, panicky self - but that wasn’t a problem.
“Eh heh heh… Um, hi?”
The problem was that three people had just literally appeared out of nowhere on the Condor’s bridge. The only reason Aerrow hadn’t drawn his weapons was because the strangers weren’t wearing any Cyclonian uniforms. Saying that, he’d never seen the races standing in front of him - while one person was human, another resembled a duck and the other was sort of like a dog.
The human had clear blue eyes and spiky light brown hair. His clothing, while it wasn’t Cyclonian, still made Aerrow a little cautious since they were mostly black. The duck was only wearing one layer of clothing that was mostly in shades of blue, and a hat. Aerrow was a little weirded out by the fact that it wasn’t wearing trousers. In one of its hands was a staff that strangely had its own hat. The dog was covered in a variety of blocked colours that were mostly light but wore a small, black sleeveless jacket. It was wearing a hat with goggles strapped to it. It had a big, bright shield covering nearly its entire right arm.
Aerrow checked on his squadron from the corner of his eyes. They were tense and wary but they didn’t look like they were going to attack. Stork, on the other hand, looked like he was halfway between panic and indignant anger.
Leaning a little on the table behind him, arms loose at his side, Aerrow asked them, “Who are you?”
It was the boy who spoke up first. “Well, I’m Sora,” he said, pointing to himself.
“Donald.” The duck nodded to them.
The dog waved at them. “The name’s Goofy.”
Before Aerrow could wonder if he should give his own name, someone else spoke before him. “How did you do that?” It was Piper. She was frowning at the three strangers in puzzlement.
Sora tilted his head to the side, looking confused. “How did we do what?” he asked.
“How did you get in here?” Piper clarified. “There are Crystals that can teleport one person at a time but you can see and feel when they’ve been used a mile off.” Piper shook her head. “Not to mention you need a fixed point to teleport - it’d be nearly impossible to teleport into a ship that’s moving.”
Aerrow could hear the underlying message of Piper’s words: if that Crystal existed, and she didn’t know about it, then that would mean that Master Cyclonis had made it. If she had a Crystal that could sneak multiple people onto ships discreetly, then Sky Knights wouldn’t stand a chance against her.
But… how would someone who wasn’t a Talon or didn’t seem to be in a squadron have such a powerful Crystal?
Sora scratched the back of his head and chuckled, smiling guilelessly at them. “We didn’t-” His carefree look disappeared suddenly, his eyes sharpening on something past them. Aerrow had already drawn his blades and was jumping away when he heard something heavy hit the table behind him.
A quick glance around showed that his friends were unhurt before he focused on the table. Standing on it wasn’t something that Aerrow had ever seen before. It was just over the half the length of the table and stood on four legs - its front legs were shorter than its back ones and shaped like bird’s feet, while its back legs were like a cat’s. It was almost entirely black apart from its purple bat wings. They started at its shoulders and were nearly the same size as it in length; he wasn’t sure if it could actually fly with its bulk. Triangular spikes ran down its entire spine, down to its thick tail. Its head was shaped like a bird’s with glowing yellow eyes and two spiky horns pointing backwards on the top of its head. Aerrow had enough time to see it for a second before it disappeared as wisps of dark smoke; Sora was standing next to it, a strange looking weapon in his hand. He was already on the move again before the smoke had completely gone.
There was no time to wonder how the Condor had been invaded (again) because more of the things appeared. Smaller this time, with a vague similarity to a human, again all black with glowing yellow eyes. He slashed at the closest monster and stumbled when it flattened in on itself like a shadow and glided across the floor. He followed it and when it ‘came up’ he attacked it again. His blade felt like it hit something solid for a second before going through it like it was a piece of paper. It evaporated into nothing a second later.
“Thundara!” A flash of light. Something exploded.
The Condor reared to the left. “No Lightning Crystals in the bridge!” Stork yelled over his shoulder. Stork. He didn’t have any weapons to defend himself and had to control the Condor too. Finn wouldn’t be able to fight as well as he normally did just in case he missed and hit something the Condor needed to fly with.
“Piper, Junko!” he called out. The two didn’t stop fighting but the way they had their heads turned towards him, he knew they were listening. “We need to protect Stork,” he ordered. Aerrow didn’t say anything about Finn because he knew Finn would have just denied it and would then probably try and do something to prove that he didn’t need help. The others knew that he would still need help anyway.
He rolled under a dive from the first type of creature - so it really could fly. As it was turning for another run, Aerrow attacked. It took more hits than the smaller one before it turned into smoke. “You guys okay?” He’d been able to position himself closer to Stork from that; the others were already there. There was a chorus of affirmatives.
That left the other three. Another hybrid swooped down and Aerrow blocked its claws and hind-feet with his blades; it still had enough momentum to push him back a couple of inches. Its hind-feet were a lot more like a cat’s than Aerrow realised - small claws were gripping the edge of the blades from under the fur. While they were struggling to get the upper hand on each other, Aerrow checked behind it. Donald was the closest to them, whacking at the shadow things with his staff; Goofy was ramming into them at the opposite side of the room. Sora was in the centre of the room taking the things down left, right and above without much pause in between. They looked like they knew exactly how to fight the things, and had been doing so for a while. Aerrow grunted as he pushed harder. In retaliation, the hybrid flapped its wings at him, and he ducked before the limbs hit him. It used the loss of resistance to shoot over him and towards Stork’s unprotected back.
“No-!”
Stork heard the shout and threw himself to the side. There was a bang as the hybrid crashed into the wheel. A second later, everyone was flailing towards the starboard side as the Condor swerved sharply.
Scrambling onto his feet, Aerrow fought the last of the few remaining shadow things with Junko at his back and Radarr at his shoulder for extra backup. There was another tilt of the floor when Stork righted the Condor.
After a few minutes, the last of the shadow things were cut down. Eyes scanning the bridge, Aerrow checked to see if any more were left. Nothing moved.
Nothing alive anyway. There were naked wires dangling from the ceiling, broken pipes hissing and spewing green gasses (Junko was already making his way over to see if he could stop it), and some of the machinery were flashing with multicoloured sparks. Strewn across the floor were feathers and the papers and maps they had been working on before Sora, Donald and Goofy had appeared - most of them were trampled, torn, or both. Dotted across the walls were blast marks of various sizes. Surprisingly, the table was still in tact.
“Man,” Finn muttered beside him, “this place is totally trashed.”
Aerrow nodded, and then shook his head. Stork wasn’t going to take this well and that was an understatement. From where he was standing, he could see the tremors running down Stork’s body. They would either have to take Stork off the ship (a bit hard when they were still flying) and fix the Condor themselves (also a bit hard since Stork knew the most about the ship) or let Stork keep on driving and then let him do most of the repairs (and face a possible breakdown before or after they anchored).
He walked up to the pilot, making sure that Stork could see him coming. “You gonna be okay, Stork?” he asked Stork. Behind him, he could hear things being shuffled about as they were being cleared up.
“Oh, I’m fine,” Stork said quickly and a little shrilly. “Absolutely fine, nothing wrong,” he continued. “I mean, we haven’t just lost our mobility by thirty percent not to mention, half our doors are malfunctioning meaning we could be trapped in this area of the Condor, just waiting to be picked off by those things!”
“Whoa, whoa.” Aerrow held up a hand, hoping that Stork would slow down. “What do you mean, ‘half our doors are malfunctioning?’” He could understand why mobility was down if the wheel had been hit, but how had the doors been affected?
“It’s because - ” The lights flickered. Stork sighed. “They’re in the engine room and generator room,” he said in a low tone.
That... was not good. The lights flickered again, and this time, took longer to stabilise.
“Of course, if we aren’t eaten first,” Stork said, his voice apparently brightening, “they’ll probably destroy the generator and we’ll die in an explosion as the Condor crashes into the Wasteland.”
“Hey!” Turning around, Aerrow could see it was Donald who had spoken up. He had his arms crossed and was glaring at Stork’s back. “We aren’t going to die here so stop saying that.”
Aerrow latched onto the interruption. “Donald’s right; we need to stop them before they do any more damage.” He thought about the brief glimpse that he’d seen of the newcomer’s skills. “Junko - stay here and see what you can patch up.” He sent him a meaningful look to also keep an eye on Stork.
“Got it.”
“Piper, Donald - you go up to the generator room. See if you can get it working properly.”
“Okay.”
“Wait, you’re splitting us up?” Sora asked, stepping forward.
Aerrow nodded curtly. “You don’t know your way around the Condor like we do.” He faced the next group. “Finn, Goofy - you’re going to the engine room. Protect it as best as you can.”
“Will do.”
“Uh-huh.”
Aerrow looked at Sora. “Sora, Radarr - you’re with me.” Radarr saluted. He nodded to everyone. “Move out.” It was only when the other two groups had left that Aerrow started moving. He did one last sweep of the bridge and left.
“So, where’re we going?” Sora asked as he followed him. His eyes were wandering up and down the corridor, taking everything in, sometimes pausing on a few things but never for too long.
“We’re going to be checking if those shadow things - ”
“Heartless,” Sora corrected him.
“Heartless,” Aerrow repeated, trying the word out. So Sora knew what they were. And they appeared right after Sora and his friends did. So had the heartless come because Sora came, or was it the other way around? What kind of name was ‘heartless’ anyway? “We’re going to be checking if those heartless are anywhere else on the ship, especially about the hangar bay.”
Sora nodded in acknowledgement.
Aerrow listened carefully to the Condor as they hurried. She sounded the same as she always did and he didn’t hear any scrape of claws on metal. He checked on Radarr; he looked up at his friend and shook his head. He couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary either.
“Do you fight heartless often?”
Sora half-shrugged. “Yeah. They appear quite a lot.” He peered curiously at Aerrow. “Is this the first time you’ve seen anything like them?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm.” Sora frowned thoughtfully and tapped the side of his lip with a finger. “You haven’t heard of any rumours recently that might be about the heartless?”
“No,” Aerrow answered, after thinking about it for a few seconds. They hadn’t really heard from anyone lately. That was either a good sign (there was no trouble anywhere) or a bad one (the other Sky Knights and their squadrons had been captured or worse). He was hoping it was a good sign.
They made the rest of the way to the hanger bay in silence, ready to defend themselves if something jumped out at them. Nothing did. When they were a few steps away from their destination, the Condor shook - not enough to overbalance them but just long and hard enough to be felt. They paused, waiting. Aerrow couldn’t pinpoint exactly where the shudder had had come from but since they weren’t plastered to the ceiling, it at least meant that nothing important had been hit too badly.
Pressing the door pad, he was relieved to see the door sliding open. They peeked around the door frame but nothing moved.
“Woah,” Sora whispered when he caught sight of the skimmers. Aerrow felt pride well up at his reaction. He stepped into the hangar to check any hiding places. The doors leading outside were still closed but seeing as the heartless got in in the first place, that really didn’t mean much.
Through the hangar bay was the best way of getting into the Condor. Did that mean that the heartless had come in the same way as Sora? But where had they (Sora and his friends and the heartless) come from? If there was something that had been developed that could teleport things right onto ships, why hadn’t anyone known about it?
A few minutes later, Aerrow, Radarr and Sora left the hanger bay having found nothing. Aerrow decided to take another, much longer route to the bridge; that part of the Condor may have been clear of heartless but that didn’t mean that the rest of her was.
xOx
“Hey,” Aerrow greeted as he walked into the bridge. Junko looked away from the pipe he was mending and smiled. Stork was at the wheel, muttering incessantly under his breath. “How’s the Condor?” The bridge was looking better - most of the pipes were attached together and the consoles weren’t sparking as much. Piper and Donald were tidying up the papers on the table. They didn’t seem any more injured than the last time he’d seen them.
Junko shrugged. “We can fix most of the damage here but it’s really the generator that we have to worry about.”
Piper nodded. “I was able to fix it up as best as I could but...” she trailed off and shrugged.
“It took a lot of damage,” Donald continued for her. “The heartless had taken chunks out of it before we got there.”
One of Stork’s ears swivelled in their direction. “Did you say... heartless?”
“Yeah...?” Donald answered, surprised. “You heard of them?”
“I’ve heard of them,” Stork confirmed slowly, “but I can’t remember much about them.” He paused. “I’ll do some research once we reach Saharr.”
Just then, Finn and Goofy came through the door. Finn was grinning. “The engine room’s clear. They didn’t stand a chance with my aim,” he preened.
Aerrow shot Goofy a sympathetic look. He hoped Finn hadn’t been too bad. Goofy merely smiled back. “We’re going to Terra Saharr,” he informed them. He crossed his arms and looked at the three strangers. “Before we get there, will you tell us about yourselves, what you’re doing here and what you know about these heartless?”
The three shared a look. “Well... We'll try.”
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