I wrote a fan fic ages ago, but never bothered finishing it.
Then i got KH2.
Having completed that, i'm full of the burning fury to write the biggest and best mother-funkin' fan fic i can in honour of that amazing game. This will have the whole goddamn works: you want action: i got it by shed load. You want a tear-jerking, heart-rending tradgedy, mate, i got it so bad you better get the hankies now. This is gonna take everything i love about those three games and shove a nuke up its behind. A bold statement i know, but i got the skillz to back it and if you don't like, then go somewhere else, this ride ain't got time for people with narrow minds.
Well, what is it about? It's set after the events of KH2. Its gonna bring the noise to a more familiar backdrop to us, good ol' planet Earth. Sora, Riku and Kairi are under new assignment from the big King M. A new big evil has stepped up to the plate and thinks that he's all that and then some. There's gonna be war, love, tradgedy, action, adventure and more guest star appearances than a Hollywood look-alike convention.
Enjoy the read fellow Kh fans, positive feedback is welcome, negative feedback will be laughed at. I will update as regular as i can, hopefuly about once a week.
War Unending
Chapter 1: Home Comings
Destiny Island
1 year ago:
The skies above Destiny Islands split with twin streaks of light and Sora and Riku landed within the cool waters of the sea. The sun was beating down and the sky was clear. They both emerged with a spray of water and a sharp exhalation of breath. They both looked around once and began swimming towards the nearby beach, the familiar golden sands shone out like a beacon to them both. Then an even brighter beacon came into sight: Kairi. She stood on the shoreline calling emphatically to them both, waving and shouting. Her radiant smile was visible even from this distance.
They had finally made it home, after all the battles, all the heartache, the pain and suffering, they had finally made it home. It had been three long years since they had both left this island involuntarily. The darkness had come and destroyed their home and cast them both across space through the corridors of darkness that linked all worlds. They both had endured much but both were just glad to finally be home.
They emerged from the shallow water to be instantly set upon by Donald, Goofy and King Mickey, heartfelt greetings and congratulations were exchanged among the group, in between embraces and bouts of laughter. They had all made it this time, no one left behind.
The celebrations lasted long into the night, a fire was lit with whatever driftwood could be found and everyone gathered around it. King Mickey sat with Pluto sprawled out across his lap absently scratching his faithful friends chin. Sora was sat, stretched legs before him with Kairi sitting in his laps, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, while Riku had found a small rock to perch himself upon and Donald and Goofy took up positions either side of their king.
They all spoke of their activities over the last three years, everything they had seen, all the people they had met, their actions and personal experiences. Everything from the disappearance of Destiny Islands, King Mickey’s interactions with Ansem the Wise to Riku’s journeys in the darkness and Sora’s crusade to save the worlds from the Heartless and later, Organisation XIII. This was in between bouts of laughter, moments of tense silence and sorrow at the recounting of a fallen comrade. The story swapping lasted until the first rays of light broke over the horizon.
Unbeknownst to those sat there around the hearty little fire on that paradise island, a pair of eyes was watching intently. The eyes were set in an armoured skull; cranial plating hid its forehead and most of its skull, what little hair the creature possessed was patchy and matted together. The pitiful creature resembled an emaciated gargoyle. Its calloused tongue hung out over small needle like teeth, like a worm caught in a trap. Its wiry body and gangly limbs displayed signs of scarring and metal plates had been roughly riveted in place leaving the skin looking taught and sore. Small tattered wings held it aloft, pumps and gears had been cruelly attached where the wings met the torso.
The creature watched the group intently from afar. It hovered just beyond sight, just as its master had ordered it to. The creature knew it was no more than a puppet, it served as the master’s eyes, what it saw, the master saw and the creature could feel the master’s presence in the back of its skull and the burning sensation gradually worsened. The master was laughing, he liked what he saw. With a single command which only the creature heard, it turned and slowly fluttered into a portal of darkness that appeared behind it. The master liked what he saw indeed.
Disney Castle
It had been a momentous day. The King had finally returned home, along with his loyal retainers. The entire kingdom rejoiced aloud at the sight of their king’s gummi ship. Fireworks lit up the sky with a near incomprehensible amount of colours and patterns. People leapt and danced in the street. They all took the sign of their leaders return to meaning only one thing: the war against darkness was over. They and all other worlds were safe again. Peace would reign eternal.
Within the home of the king, there were more personal, but no less joyous re-unions. The trio emerged from the gummi ship to be almost bowled over by two small bundles of ecstatic fur, though there were questions as to whether Chip and Dale were more pleased to see the king or to see that there gummi ship had returned in one piece. They left the gummi hanger and emerged into the daylight. Disney Castle looked radiant and gleaming, its heraldry fluttering proudly in the morning breeze. The garden looked slightly unkempt but all things considered, this was of little concern.
As soon as the trio entered the Grand Audience chamber of the castle, they were greeted by the Queen and her handmaiden. Daisy Duck threw etiquette to the wind as she bowled Donald over and locked him in a bear hug like embrace. Goofy looked on and chuckled. Then King and Queen were finally re-united before the thrones with a simple embrace that contained more depth than any sea across the worlds.
They were home, all of them this time.
Brotherhood Titan Class Battle Cruiser: Goliath,
In orbit around Hollow Bastion’s moon
1 Week Ago:
Amid the vast darkness of space, the battle group hung silently like a shoal of sleeping leviathans. Stars shone and the glow of Hollow Bastion’s moon reflected off of the opaque hulls of the five colossal warships, their engines glowing gently adding to the lights of the stars around them.
Each one measured almost two thousand meters from their vast engine array to their hammer shaped prow. The central shaft that connected the prow and engines, was pock marked with weapon emplacements at regular intervals, while much larger guns were fixed to either side of the prow. They were breathtaking to behold, the pride of the Brotherhood space armada. To serve aboard one of the Titan class warships was a fast track to promotion.
Aboard the lead warship, a crimson hulled giant, that had the designation: Goliath, the command deck was a hive of activity. Two rows of sunken crew stations were arrayed around a central command pillar where the commander of each ship would be stationed. Aides and other crewmen moved between the crew pits carrying printouts and PDA’s with a dizzying array or data on.
Sitting quietly, watching the swirling star field through the observation dome above his station, was the Commodore of this particular battle group. His crimson uniform with golden trim was in stark comparison to the drab olive green uniforms worn by his crew. The man was in his early forties, but already his hair was nearly white, as was his neatly kept beard. His well defined facial features were impassive to the organised chaos around him.
Commodore Gregori Karchev was a veteran of hundreds of battles, spanning three successful campaigns of conquest and expansion in the Brotherhood’s name. Though he tired of the constant warfare, he seemingly sprang to life again in combat situations. He had seen more death and instigated more subjugation than any man his age had the right to, but he was an officer of the armada and it was his duty.
“Sir, we have confirmation that the Nobody fleet is here, reason for return is unknown at the moment”. The Commodore had not noticed the young female crewmen approach, lost in his thoughts. She handed a printout to the Commodore before saluting and slowly walking back towards the crew pits. The Commodore watched her shapely behind move beneath the form fitting skirt until she was out of sight and then skipped through the report he had been given.
There had been no reports from the ground units on Hollow Bastion that gave a reason for the Nobody fleet returning. The situation was still the same as it had been since they arrived here two days ago. Now, judging from this report, they had returned en-mass, possibly the entire Nobody concentration was here, but why? What was on that little planet below that warranted such a show of force?
“Sir! A communication from Earth, priority one”, a voice shouted from the crew pit, breaking the Commodores reverie.
“Redirect it to my personal viewer”, Karchev said with as much false enthusiasm as he could manage. It was probably another one of the central government’s underlings requesting a progress report. Karchev grimaced; we are no further than last time you infernal desk jockeys.
“My Lord Darkane, this is an unexpected-“, he began. Any sign of irritation was quickly replaced by military professionalism when the face on his seats viewer came into focus.
“Have you located them?” the shrouded face said evenly. The voice was deep and cold like space, only the gaze of those barely visible eyes made one feel like they were trapped in the corner of a tiny room.
“Yes my lord, we are making preparations to engage the Nobodies as per your orders”, Karchev could feel the gaze of Earth’s ruler bore into him even though they were thousands of light years away and it made him shudder.
“Good, I have sent your location to the 39th through to 50th battle groups and they will join you soon, when they do, destroy the entire Nobody fleet, leave no survivors”, with that, the image faded. Karchev only then noticed he was sweating. He allowed his mind to process what he had just heard. Eleven other battle groups were on their way here? With a further fifty-five ships, the Nobody fleet would be reduced to dust in moments. Karchev could not help but feel he was missing the true importance of this battle.
“Tell our units on the ground to stay alert, the Nobodies are here and they are after something”, Karchev said to his communications officer. As he continued barking out orders, proximity indicators began sounding. He turned his attention to outside and a feral grin spread across his face.
Outside, the serenity of space was suddenly shattered as almost sixty portals opened up like lacerations in space and from each one emerged a single warship. There were several different class of ship present, ranging from the immense Titan class battle cruisers, to the Trojan class carriers which immediately began disgorging F-30 Assault fighters and B-900 Heavy bombers. The mass of ships quickly began reforming into some semblance of order as each group registered its presence with Karchev’s.
The Commodore felt the exhilaration of battle creep through his being as he began organising the fleet that had appeared around him. He smiled to himself proudly as sixty ships left the moons shadow and emerged into the starlight, like a shoal of deadly fish. He regarded the Nobody fleet, hanging silently above Hollow Bastion and laughed as the tremble of multiple weapon batteries powering up shook the ship. He gave one simple command over the communication network to all the other ships.
“Wipe them out”.
Then i got KH2.
Having completed that, i'm full of the burning fury to write the biggest and best mother-funkin' fan fic i can in honour of that amazing game. This will have the whole goddamn works: you want action: i got it by shed load. You want a tear-jerking, heart-rending tradgedy, mate, i got it so bad you better get the hankies now. This is gonna take everything i love about those three games and shove a nuke up its behind. A bold statement i know, but i got the skillz to back it and if you don't like, then go somewhere else, this ride ain't got time for people with narrow minds.
Well, what is it about? It's set after the events of KH2. Its gonna bring the noise to a more familiar backdrop to us, good ol' planet Earth. Sora, Riku and Kairi are under new assignment from the big King M. A new big evil has stepped up to the plate and thinks that he's all that and then some. There's gonna be war, love, tradgedy, action, adventure and more guest star appearances than a Hollywood look-alike convention.
Enjoy the read fellow Kh fans, positive feedback is welcome, negative feedback will be laughed at. I will update as regular as i can, hopefuly about once a week.
War Unending
Chapter 1: Home Comings
Destiny Island
1 year ago:
The skies above Destiny Islands split with twin streaks of light and Sora and Riku landed within the cool waters of the sea. The sun was beating down and the sky was clear. They both emerged with a spray of water and a sharp exhalation of breath. They both looked around once and began swimming towards the nearby beach, the familiar golden sands shone out like a beacon to them both. Then an even brighter beacon came into sight: Kairi. She stood on the shoreline calling emphatically to them both, waving and shouting. Her radiant smile was visible even from this distance.
They had finally made it home, after all the battles, all the heartache, the pain and suffering, they had finally made it home. It had been three long years since they had both left this island involuntarily. The darkness had come and destroyed their home and cast them both across space through the corridors of darkness that linked all worlds. They both had endured much but both were just glad to finally be home.
They emerged from the shallow water to be instantly set upon by Donald, Goofy and King Mickey, heartfelt greetings and congratulations were exchanged among the group, in between embraces and bouts of laughter. They had all made it this time, no one left behind.
The celebrations lasted long into the night, a fire was lit with whatever driftwood could be found and everyone gathered around it. King Mickey sat with Pluto sprawled out across his lap absently scratching his faithful friends chin. Sora was sat, stretched legs before him with Kairi sitting in his laps, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, while Riku had found a small rock to perch himself upon and Donald and Goofy took up positions either side of their king.
They all spoke of their activities over the last three years, everything they had seen, all the people they had met, their actions and personal experiences. Everything from the disappearance of Destiny Islands, King Mickey’s interactions with Ansem the Wise to Riku’s journeys in the darkness and Sora’s crusade to save the worlds from the Heartless and later, Organisation XIII. This was in between bouts of laughter, moments of tense silence and sorrow at the recounting of a fallen comrade. The story swapping lasted until the first rays of light broke over the horizon.
Unbeknownst to those sat there around the hearty little fire on that paradise island, a pair of eyes was watching intently. The eyes were set in an armoured skull; cranial plating hid its forehead and most of its skull, what little hair the creature possessed was patchy and matted together. The pitiful creature resembled an emaciated gargoyle. Its calloused tongue hung out over small needle like teeth, like a worm caught in a trap. Its wiry body and gangly limbs displayed signs of scarring and metal plates had been roughly riveted in place leaving the skin looking taught and sore. Small tattered wings held it aloft, pumps and gears had been cruelly attached where the wings met the torso.
The creature watched the group intently from afar. It hovered just beyond sight, just as its master had ordered it to. The creature knew it was no more than a puppet, it served as the master’s eyes, what it saw, the master saw and the creature could feel the master’s presence in the back of its skull and the burning sensation gradually worsened. The master was laughing, he liked what he saw. With a single command which only the creature heard, it turned and slowly fluttered into a portal of darkness that appeared behind it. The master liked what he saw indeed.
Disney Castle
It had been a momentous day. The King had finally returned home, along with his loyal retainers. The entire kingdom rejoiced aloud at the sight of their king’s gummi ship. Fireworks lit up the sky with a near incomprehensible amount of colours and patterns. People leapt and danced in the street. They all took the sign of their leaders return to meaning only one thing: the war against darkness was over. They and all other worlds were safe again. Peace would reign eternal.
Within the home of the king, there were more personal, but no less joyous re-unions. The trio emerged from the gummi ship to be almost bowled over by two small bundles of ecstatic fur, though there were questions as to whether Chip and Dale were more pleased to see the king or to see that there gummi ship had returned in one piece. They left the gummi hanger and emerged into the daylight. Disney Castle looked radiant and gleaming, its heraldry fluttering proudly in the morning breeze. The garden looked slightly unkempt but all things considered, this was of little concern.
As soon as the trio entered the Grand Audience chamber of the castle, they were greeted by the Queen and her handmaiden. Daisy Duck threw etiquette to the wind as she bowled Donald over and locked him in a bear hug like embrace. Goofy looked on and chuckled. Then King and Queen were finally re-united before the thrones with a simple embrace that contained more depth than any sea across the worlds.
They were home, all of them this time.
Brotherhood Titan Class Battle Cruiser: Goliath,
In orbit around Hollow Bastion’s moon
1 Week Ago:
Amid the vast darkness of space, the battle group hung silently like a shoal of sleeping leviathans. Stars shone and the glow of Hollow Bastion’s moon reflected off of the opaque hulls of the five colossal warships, their engines glowing gently adding to the lights of the stars around them.
Each one measured almost two thousand meters from their vast engine array to their hammer shaped prow. The central shaft that connected the prow and engines, was pock marked with weapon emplacements at regular intervals, while much larger guns were fixed to either side of the prow. They were breathtaking to behold, the pride of the Brotherhood space armada. To serve aboard one of the Titan class warships was a fast track to promotion.
Aboard the lead warship, a crimson hulled giant, that had the designation: Goliath, the command deck was a hive of activity. Two rows of sunken crew stations were arrayed around a central command pillar where the commander of each ship would be stationed. Aides and other crewmen moved between the crew pits carrying printouts and PDA’s with a dizzying array or data on.
Sitting quietly, watching the swirling star field through the observation dome above his station, was the Commodore of this particular battle group. His crimson uniform with golden trim was in stark comparison to the drab olive green uniforms worn by his crew. The man was in his early forties, but already his hair was nearly white, as was his neatly kept beard. His well defined facial features were impassive to the organised chaos around him.
Commodore Gregori Karchev was a veteran of hundreds of battles, spanning three successful campaigns of conquest and expansion in the Brotherhood’s name. Though he tired of the constant warfare, he seemingly sprang to life again in combat situations. He had seen more death and instigated more subjugation than any man his age had the right to, but he was an officer of the armada and it was his duty.
“Sir, we have confirmation that the Nobody fleet is here, reason for return is unknown at the moment”. The Commodore had not noticed the young female crewmen approach, lost in his thoughts. She handed a printout to the Commodore before saluting and slowly walking back towards the crew pits. The Commodore watched her shapely behind move beneath the form fitting skirt until she was out of sight and then skipped through the report he had been given.
There had been no reports from the ground units on Hollow Bastion that gave a reason for the Nobody fleet returning. The situation was still the same as it had been since they arrived here two days ago. Now, judging from this report, they had returned en-mass, possibly the entire Nobody concentration was here, but why? What was on that little planet below that warranted such a show of force?
“Sir! A communication from Earth, priority one”, a voice shouted from the crew pit, breaking the Commodores reverie.
“Redirect it to my personal viewer”, Karchev said with as much false enthusiasm as he could manage. It was probably another one of the central government’s underlings requesting a progress report. Karchev grimaced; we are no further than last time you infernal desk jockeys.
“My Lord Darkane, this is an unexpected-“, he began. Any sign of irritation was quickly replaced by military professionalism when the face on his seats viewer came into focus.
“Have you located them?” the shrouded face said evenly. The voice was deep and cold like space, only the gaze of those barely visible eyes made one feel like they were trapped in the corner of a tiny room.
“Yes my lord, we are making preparations to engage the Nobodies as per your orders”, Karchev could feel the gaze of Earth’s ruler bore into him even though they were thousands of light years away and it made him shudder.
“Good, I have sent your location to the 39th through to 50th battle groups and they will join you soon, when they do, destroy the entire Nobody fleet, leave no survivors”, with that, the image faded. Karchev only then noticed he was sweating. He allowed his mind to process what he had just heard. Eleven other battle groups were on their way here? With a further fifty-five ships, the Nobody fleet would be reduced to dust in moments. Karchev could not help but feel he was missing the true importance of this battle.
“Tell our units on the ground to stay alert, the Nobodies are here and they are after something”, Karchev said to his communications officer. As he continued barking out orders, proximity indicators began sounding. He turned his attention to outside and a feral grin spread across his face.
Outside, the serenity of space was suddenly shattered as almost sixty portals opened up like lacerations in space and from each one emerged a single warship. There were several different class of ship present, ranging from the immense Titan class battle cruisers, to the Trojan class carriers which immediately began disgorging F-30 Assault fighters and B-900 Heavy bombers. The mass of ships quickly began reforming into some semblance of order as each group registered its presence with Karchev’s.
The Commodore felt the exhilaration of battle creep through his being as he began organising the fleet that had appeared around him. He smiled to himself proudly as sixty ships left the moons shadow and emerged into the starlight, like a shoal of deadly fish. He regarded the Nobody fleet, hanging silently above Hollow Bastion and laughed as the tremble of multiple weapon batteries powering up shook the ship. He gave one simple command over the communication network to all the other ships.
“Wipe them out”.
Last edited: