This is a work of fiction and is not to be sold in any way shape or form. It is simply for my amusement and the challenge of writing these characters in a strange and dangerous world. All the characters are owned by Disney and I do not claim ownership of any of them. Please let me know what you think in the comments below! Without further ado, welcome to The Kingdom.
Years ago, Mickey Mouse, ruler of The Kingdom, had died. Or at least that’s what everyone he knew and cared for had thought. What had actually transpired that day in the grand Church of Stars was something that at its most basic level might be called temporal displacement. Whatever the case, Mickey’s mind, body and soul had been transported far beyond The Kingdom, beyond the forests surrounding and the oceans even further out. In fact, Mickey Mouse had been transported beyond the very planet where he had lived his entire life.
For a time, he had been alone in the darkness of a temple, but before long he met a spirit. Yoda was the most curious ghost that Mickey had ever met. In life, he had been a master of a strange order of peacekeepers called the Jedi. In death, he continued his mission to bring balance back to a mystical power which was the secret to all life, the Force.
It had been a lot for Mickey to take, but lost as he was, he chose to absorb the information and before long, he too was learning to harness this mystical force. His training had taken him deeper into the temple’s tunnels to find a crystal and, finally, create his very own weapon of the Jedi Order, a lightsaber. Having learned as much as Yoda could teach him, he departed the temple, into the harsh sands of the planet, ready to, at long last, journey home.
As he stepped out of the tall spire-like hunk of dark rock that was the temple, the doors slid shut behind him, causing the very ground to rumble. The sun beat down from above and the wind blew the small granuels of sand up into his face. He pulled the hood of his brown cloak up over his ears to shield his head.
He hadn’t known what to expect upon leaving the temple. A jungle? The arctic tundra? More surprising than the fact that he was in a desert in the middle of nowhere was how much his eyes needed to adjust to the harsh sunlight. After all, it had been a while since he had seen natural light.
His appearance had changed quite a bit since leaving his home. Now he wore a tan shirt which tied closed with a belt and tan pants with dark leather boots. Atop this was the traditional brown cloak of a jedi. Though his face was still the same kind mouse he had always been, his age was starting to show and, indeed, some of his black hairs had started to grey.
He searched himself for the inner peace of which Yoda had spoken. He had a small map that Yoda had helped him make of the star system where his planet was located. Now all that remained was to find a town of some kind and a way off the surface of this world. With any luck, someone would help him get home. The universe, he had found, was full of kindness if you were only willing to look. He prayed that his beloved Minnie had not forgotten this lesson in his absence.
He started across the sands, the hilt of his saber hanging from his belt seemed off-putting at first but before long he became used to it. The desert seemed endless and, though he was resolved to continue for as long as he needed, he soon felt his body tire. The sun eventually set with no end to his journey in sight so he made a small camp and lit a fire, reflecting on his training and the journey ahead of him. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep.
His dreams were unsettling. Flashes of red and blue. Minnie gasping for breath, as she struggled. A black mask which seemed to look into his very soul.
He awoke with a start. A young man was standing over him. Mickey pulled back along the ground instinctively. The man gave a chuckle. After all, how many mice, especially of Mickey’s larger size, did one see out here. The man himself had a very young face. His hair was brown, shaved at the sides and longer on top with a very small pony tail in back. He wore a brown jacket over a v-necked yellow shirt with grey pants and boots. Mickey focused his mind to search the man’s feelings, finding no aggression to speak of. Perhaps this was the friend he’d been hoping for.
“What are you doing all the way our here? Sight-seeing?” asked the man.
“I’m looking for a town,” said Mickey, hesitantly “and transport off this world. Guess I got a bit lost, heh,” he said, looking more than a little bashful.
“Town’s at least a couple days’ walk away,” said the man. “How about I give you a lift. I’m on my way there.”
“Y-you’d do that for me?” asked Mickey, a bit skeptical that this was going so well.
The man grinned, putting his hands on his waist. “Not everyone recognizes that thing on your waist, but I do.” He eyed Mickey’s saber hilt. “You’re one of the good guys and you are most certainly in short supply.” He extended his hand to Mickey who took it as the man helped him stand up. “Jim. Jim Hawkins.”
“Nice to meet you Jim. I’m Mickey Mouse,” said Mickey, dusting off his robes.
“Heh,” chuckled Jim. “Last name is the same as what you are. Keeps things simple I suppose.” He turned and walked towards a contraption which Mickey only now noticed for the first time. It had a large board which hovered off the ground with a huge fin like a shark which jutted upwards from its base. It reminded Mickey of the small sailboats which came into port, except this one really seemed to be made for one person.
“Get on,” said Jim, placing one foot onto the hover-board.
“Are you sure it’s safe?” asked Mickey, who did not like sailing on the sea, let alone on dry land.
Jim laughed. “Not at all. But isn’t that what makes it fun?” He winked at Mickey.
Mickey apprehensively boarded the hover-board behind Jim and grabbed onto the rough fabric of his pants. Before Mickey could even take a breath, the hover-board took off, racing at full speed across the desert sands. Mickey closed his eyes, afraid that the ground rushing beneath them might cause him to become dizzy and fall off.
Jim, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of his life, laughing joyously as they nearly slammed into a large rock, yelling triumphantly as they dove into a large ravine and narrowly avoided death on its jagged walls. Eventually the ground leveled out and Jim pointed to the horizon ahead of them.
“There,” he said. Ahead of them, Mickey could just make out a bustling city coming into view with square buildings built of clay and steel. Many of the structures were cone shaped and topped with large domes. Not many of them rose beyond a single level, making the city seem very low to the ground. The city approached quickly and before long, they raced into the center street.
The hover-board slowed allowing Mickey to get a better look at the people bustling by around him. Traders, robed figures, merchants. The city seemed alive with trade and various languages which Mickey had never heard before. The board came to a halt and Jim turned to Mickey.
“This is as far as I go,” he said. “In there,” he pointed to a seedy looking building where all manner of people and unfamiliar creatures were entering, while others, who appeared intoxicated, were stumbling out. “The cantina is your best bet for finding someone who will transport you from here.” Jim offered his hand once more and Mickey shook it readily. “Good luck mouse friend,” he said.
“You too Jim,” smiled Mickey. “Thank you.” Mickey dismounted the board and waved Jim farewell, before heading into the cantina.
The air inside was thick and musty, smelling of sweat and smoke. Music, which could possibly pass for jazz where he was from, wafted up the short set of stairs which Mickey descended as he entered. He pulled his hood up over his ears, instinctively wanting to attract less attention from this crowd. There were short furry creatures and large beasts that looked like monsters. There were humans, cone shaped aliens and lizard-like humanoids all mulling about, minding their own business. A long bar sat at the center of the room, where many of these patrons congregated. Mickey realized he hadn’t had anything to drink in a while, so he sat down at an empty stool and ordered a drink from the bartender who appeared to be a man with the face of a fish. As the barkeep returned, he plunked a few coins, which Yoda had given him, onto the counter as payment.
There was a sudden nudge on his shoulder and Mickey turned and looked up to see a thickly built creature the a face like a baboon’s back-end glaring down at him and yelling in a language that was gibberish to the mouse.
“I’m sorry fella,” said Mickey. “I don’t understand.”
“He says he doesn’t like you,” came another voice. Mickey turned to see another man at his other shoulder who had a face like half-man, half-bat.
“I-I’m sorry about that,” said Mickey, not sure what the proper response was to not being liked. It wasn’t exactly something he had gotten much of back home.
“I don’t like you either,” said the man-bat matter-of-factly. “You should be more careful little mouse. We’re wanted men. I have the death sentence on thirteen systems. That’s one more than my father had.” The man stared at Mickey as if awaiting his response to this obvious threat.
“I’ll, uh, try to be more careful,” said Mickey, his hand slowly moving for his lightsaber.
“You’ll be dead!” yelled the man, moving for Mickey’s throat, but suddenly he stopped. In the middle of the man’s forehead was a little red laser dot. Someone was targeting him.
“Cornelius Evazan the Second,” said a bombastic voice. “You are under arrest for your crimes.” Mickey turned to see what looked like a man, but less than half the height, floating in mid-air suspended by little thrusters on his space suit. The suit looked like some sort of odd armor, far more advanced than what the knights back home wore. It was white in most parts but had green accents around the chest and arms with a few hints of purple built into the ribs. Little multicolored buttons were affixed to the chest and arms. Two pieces of the suit jutted out from either side of the back to create wings, which held the thrusters. The man himself had blue eyes and a thick chin, with teeth that were whiter than any Mickey had ever seen. Looking closer at the man’s skin, he noticed that it had an odd shine to it. In truth, the man didn’t seem as though he were made out of flesh and bone, but rather something synthetic.
“Space Ranger,” said Cornelius Evazan the Second. He quickly grabbed Mickey and pulled a blaster from his side holster, holding it to the mouse’s head as he backed away from the bar. Everyone in the cantina was focused on them now. Mickey struggled but to no avail. The man had him in a firm choke hold. “Come any closer and the mouse gets it.”
The Space Ranger merely sighed. “Resistance is not acceptable.”
“I swear I’ll do it!” yelled Cornelius.
The ranger popped open a panel on the wrist of his suit and pressed a button. “Command. Remind me. Is the bounty on Evazan dead OR alive?”
“Correct,” said the soothing voice of a woman.
“Perfect,” said the Ranger. In a split second, there was a red laser blast, whizzing past Mickey’s head, making him flinch. The grip suddenly loosened around his neck, and as he turned he saw his captor sinking to the floor, a black smoke floating up from the center of his forehead. Mickey backed away, terrified by what had just transpired.
The Ranger flew over right beside him, letting his thrusters die out as he landed on the cantina floor with a thud. Suddenly a little voice, which sounded exactly like his own, came out of his suit. “Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!” it shouted. The ranger pressed a button on his suit. “I really need to get that fixed.” He smiled and held out a hand to Mickey. “Citizen, are you alright?”
“Uh, yes,” said Mickey. “I suppose so.”
“Good. I’m Buzz Lightyear, Space Ranger for this quadrant.” He smiled boldly. “You sir, were messing with a very dangerous criminal. You’re lucky to be alive.”
“I’ve never seen him before in my life,” said Mickey. “Honestly I only came here in hopes of finding a transport off this planet.”
“Why not just go the way you came?” asked Buzz.
“That’s a rather long story,” said Mickey.
“Well let me just get this fellow cleaned up off the floor and I’ll be happy to hear it,” said Buzz.
An hour later, Buzz joined Mickey where he had just finished his first meal in some time, at a little table in the back corner of the cantina. They talked for a long while as Mickey explained his predicament.
“That’s quite a tale,” said Buzz. “Luckily, as a space ranger, I am required to aid you. You’re welcome aboard my ship. My partner and I are heading back towards headquarters with some precious cargo. You’re welcome to join us and from there I’m sure we can find someone going to your quadrant who you can hitch a ride with.”
“Really? I don’t want to be any trouble,” said Mickey, who was still not sure who to trust in this strange new world.
“It is a Space Ranger’s job to protect the people,” said Buzz. “And it sounds like your people could use some protection.”
With that, they left the musty cantina behind, heading for the spaceport. As they walked the sandy roads of the town, they didn’t notice a mysterious hooded figure clandestinely following them. The hooded figure was only slightly taller than Mickey and could easily have been thought to be one of the Jawas, a species indigenous to the planet. As Mickey and Buzz rounded a corner to the spaceport, the mysterious figure pulled a circular disc from his pocket and pressed a button, speaking into it.
A strange voice emanated from the underneath the hood. “Six-Two-Six to base. Tell Ren I’ve found his precious cargo.” Beneath the hood, a creature grinned a big toothy smile. Payday, it seemed, was coming early this year.