All the Stars in the Galaxy

12

Mr. D'Arque paced in the sandy square, when he noticed the door of the asylum ship was ajar. He ran to the ship and flung open the doors, only to find it empty.
    D'Arque slammed the door shut — and there was Maurice, smiling beside him.
    "Hello," said the man, still with a triumvirate smile on his face. "Oh, I believe this is yours."
    Maurice causally handed the ship chip lock to Mr. D'Arque — just as Rey flew into the sky with the black, intimidating ship. Maurice smiled broader — his little girl wasn't little anymore.
    She became the strong and powerful woman he always saw in her, deep down. And he hoped that tonight she would discover her true powers. He had a warm feeling in his chest — hope.
    Hope that she would stay safe and that she could safe the man she loved. She didn't tell him, but Maurice knew his daughter Rey longer. He had seen it in her eyes. And he was proud of it. Proud that she had been able to see more than the hideous, silver with black helmet. Like he didn't.
    A warm wind blew the white with golden ball gown to his feet. Maurice waved proudly at the ship that was about to leave the atmosphere. Then he turned back to Mr. D'Arque.
    "She's very headstrong. Do you have children?" asked Maurice the speechless man.

                              * * *

Phasma, bruised but alive, turned around with a battle cry — when Connix furiously began feathering her neck.
    Connix laughed. "No one to protect you now, eh?!"
    Irritated, Phasma swatted — and Connix flew away, laughing.

                              * * *

Hux found himself at the landing of two staircases. The castle was huge and intimidating, but Hux didn't care about that. He needed to find Kylo Ren and kill him. Only then Rey would be fully his.
    The sounds of the battle were loud and echoing, and it sounded like the furniture was winning. Not that he cared. If he killed the Man without a Face it would all be over.
    Hux looked at the two staircases again. Unsure which one would lead him to Kylo Ren, he held up the mirror, which illuminated the right way for him.
    Hux bounded up them.

                             * * *

Chip rapidly fired saucers at attackers, counting them off like he dispatched them with glee. And how wrong it may was, Chip enjoyed it.
    "One! Two! Three! Four! Five!" Chip counted out loud and laughed when one of the attackers ran away from him.
    Above, Finn looked down from the balcony, a tin horn general surveying the battlefield. "Good show, Chip my boy!" screamed Finn and he also laughed.
    Just then, a platoon of books arrived on the large table from the library, battle-ready.
"Excellent!" screamed Finn. "The infantry's arrived. Now go and teach them a lesson!" The books rocketed down into the fray, thwacked villagers after villagers and Finn laughed loudly in triumph.
"Yes, those are called books, you third-rate scavengers!" This drew the attention of Tom, Dick and Stanley. With angry faces the skinny scavengers turned around, with bare teeth. Finn shuddered.
"Oh, I'm off!" And he jumped down from the balustrade, as they bounded up the stairs with battlecries.
They faced off against Finn, and he backed up quickly. They were human. Finn was a mantle clock. What could he possibly do, instead of showing them the time?
Well, Finn did the only thing he could think of. Trying to talk himself out of it.
"Ah, terribly sorry, pardon me, I'm just a clock!"
They came closer and closer with their weapons, and Finn backed off more. But suddenly, Garderobe leaped out, blocking the brutes' path, and unfurled her fabric, wrapping them up with a loud 'laaaaa!'.
"Yes, that's it... put it on... pretty little boys!" she screamed in statification. Tom and Dick looked at each other and shrieked, horrified at their girly make-overs. Stanley, however, didn't seem to mind his new look. Garderobe cackled.
"Go! Be free! Be free! Be FREE!"