Non-Canon Stories

This is a list of non-canon stories in Stardown.

## Luke's Journey

*(logged by Ozone)*

*This is the story that documents Black Toad after the first battle with the Robans.*

*Black Toad was slowly floating through space. He didn't have long to live. He was half frozen and desperate for air. He looked ahead of him and saw a ship with a funnel in front flying toward him. He shut his eyes tight, expecting the worst. He fell uncontion as he was sucked inside.*

*He knew not how much time had passed before he woke up. He looked to see what looked like the main room of the robot's ship. One of the robots swiveled his head over.*

"He has awoken."

"Give him the drug," said another.

"Uh, I'm fine now."

"That does not matter."

"I am my own person, and I can make my own decisions."

"Are you defying us?"

"Is it not obvious?"

*Black Toad's stomach growled.*

"Hunger will change your stubborn mind. Take him to the lower star deck."

*Black Toad was defiant.* "I have as much right to capture you as you have to capture me!"

"You are mistaken. We rule this galaxy."

"Then so do I."

"Your senseless babbling will not change our minds. Take him away!"

*He was almost out of the room when one called.*

"Roboss orders that all prisoners be given the drug."

*Black Toad was dragged back.*

"What's this even for, tinmen?" *One of the Robans zapped him.* "That knowledge will benefit you not. Open your mouth!" "Eeh, I don't feel like it." *He was zapped again.* "You know, that really doesn't hurt. *They zap him a little harder. Black Toad was enjoying himself.* "Harder robrats! Harder!"

*Everyone stopped what they were doing when an authoritative looking dark grey robot rolled in.* "Has everyone been given the drug?"

"Everyone but the fungus."

*Black Toad wasn't afraid.* "My mom told me not to consume things from strangers.

"Seal your lips! ...after you take the drug."

"Until then I'll just keep on talk-"

*The pill was tossed into his mouth and down his throat.*

## 2018 Ace Calibra Story

“Hello, I'm Ace Calibra. Basically your average Joe… well… not quite. You see, I'm an agent who works for Eagle Intelligence. We're pretty much a group of agents and spies, who, in short, keep world peace. Many a time have we been called on missions to foil potential catastrophes. Some are easy, while others are, well… let me tell you about this one. Basically we had a global threat on our hands. Two, to be precise. It all went something like this…”

Ace Calibra sat at his desk pooling through papers. He glanced up at his desktop, which was of a dated model, but efficient nevertheless, and scrolled through the checklist of agents he was verifying the IDs of. He leaned back and stretched his aching back; working overtime was paying it's toll. He reached for his almost empty cup of joe and took a sip. Another hour and he'd clock out. He was jolted from his concentration when he heard the door leading into the office slam shut. Glenn Gold, a fellow agent with the confidence of a politician, strutted into the room and loudly dropped his bag to the ground.

“Hey, Champ! Workin’ overtime again, are you now?” he jabbed. Ace was annoyed by the nickname “Champ”, and Glenn knew it. Glenn was equally annoyed by “GG” as he had been called in the past.

“Yeah. More of this ID stuff…”

“They still think the bad boys are going to play that trick again, huh?”

Previously, a congregation of mysterious individuals had sent a spy in their midst. They were lucky enough to capture them before any harm could be done.

“Well… it almost worked…”

“But, like, dude. They wouldn't do it again if they knew we're on to them.”

Ace sighed and looked back at his work. “I'm just following orders…”

Glenn slid into a chair opposite to Ace's. He worked a night shift, and generally began work on Ace's last hour. He fumbled in his bag for his documents, and soon began. Ace was overall annoyed by him. If there was one thing Glenn liked to do, it was to talk.

“Knights lost again. Those kids know nothing in the field. What keeps them playin’?”

“They've just had a bad start, that's all.” The Knights were Ace’s favorite football team. Glenn wasn't a fan and dissed them at every opportunity.

“Bad start? Heck, they've been a mess since the beginning.” Ace ignored him and kept his eyes on his work. They hear a soft rap on the door. It slowly opens and a gentle, senior man enters.

“Do you two chaps have a moment? Captain A wants to see you in his office.” Ace was glad to be able to leave his work. The office life was never meant for him, he though. He always preferred the physical side of the agency. When he'd get the opportunity to get out and do something. He sat, up, stretched his back once more, and exited the room.

The halls had a pleasant feel to them. They were dimly lit with tan walls, and hardwood floors. There were small lights positioned every ten feet which provided a soft glow. Ace loved the unique feel.

It wasn't long until they reached the staircase to the left. It led to the second story which included their destination. Ace began ascending with Glenn close behind.

“Think this is gonna be a mission?” Glenn asked.