Legostar Galactica Fanfiction from Matt Summers of The Traveling Gnome
The room was silent and still, broken only by the
rhythmic sounds of the sleeping form on the single bed
in the corner. The room was a typical bachelor’s pad,
complete with mini fridge and posters on most of the
walls displaying women in various stages of undress
and bands of indeterminate origin.
However, against the far wall, a massive display of
Lego figures and pieces were arranged neatly in their
place, all stored safely for the night. Thousands of
dollars of plastic, all neatly organized and
categorized by type, size and shape. Left on the
table were the scenes that would not fit within the
organizational boxes; castles, ships, and other
varying scenes, most of which depicted the interior of
what looked to be a spacecraft.
The clock against the wall chimed the hour once,
twice, then a third time before it fell silent again.
A scratch of noise interrupted the serene scene, a
sound of movement where none should have been. For a
moment, the sound did not repeat itself; then,
hesitantly, the topmost drawer pushed open carefully
from the inside and stopped when the drawer was just
over halfway open.
Nothing more happened for another few minutes.
Finally, a small plastic head poked out of the drawer
carefully, his blond hair and sunglasses instantly
recognizable as Johnny Danger, from the online comic
Legostar Galactica. The tiny plastic man surveyed the
room carefully before pulling himself fully out of the
drawer.
His voice was a low hiss as he said, “Here! Hold
this!” He tossed a string toward the back of the
drawer.
Ensign Red Shirt’s voice echoed from the back. “Are
you sure about this?”
“Hell yes I’m sure!” Johnny poked his head back in
the drawer. “Unless you REALLY want to go to war? I
mean, all those bullets flying around, looking for
targets… guess who they’re likely to hit?”
When no answer came from the back, Johnny chuckled.
“That’s what I thought. Now shut up and hold on.”
Johnny moved over to the edge of the drawer and looked
over the brink. Then, without another word, he
grasped the string firmly and jumped off of the
drawer.
He came to an abrupt stop inches away from the table
below, and though he rebounded back up a few inches,
after a moment he was moving slow enough again to
release the line and move quickly across the table.
Getting down the table itself, though, proved
trickier. However, there was a pile of laundry just
underneath the table and it cushioned Johnny’s fall
easily. Johnny made his way across the floor to a
large desk.
Grunting with the effort, Johnny climbed up the
handles on the side of the desk until he reached the
top of the desk. He looked around at the piles of
paper and ink and frowned.
“God, does this man need to clean his desk. Now,
where are they…” Paper started flying as Johnny tossed
sheet after sheet over his desk. Not finding what he
was looking for, he turned to the other side of the
desk.
“Aha.” Johnny pulled out a thin manila folder and
smirked. “Now, where’s a pencil…”
It was nearly an hour later before the folder marked
“Scripts” was replaced and Johnny made his way back to
his designated drawer. Ensign Red Shirt and he pulled
the drawer back shut with a grin.
“You got it?”
“Oh yeah. Tomorrow’s session should go very well,
indeed.” Johnny sat back against the foam with a
grin. “Get some sleep, Ensign. Tomorrow’s going to be
a very long day.”
* * *
“Hmm. I don’t remember writing this scene…” Mr.
Jeftinija shrugged and adjusted the pieces a few more
times before he moved over to his camera setup. “But
hey, I can’t deviate from the script now… maybe I just
forgot this scene.” Still mumbling to himself, he
turned on the bright sunlamp to bathe the scene before
him in brilliant light.
On the set, Ensign Red Shirt and Johnny Danger had
been arranged in lounge chairs against a backdrop of a
gorgeous beach. The water lapped against the
shoreline calmly, and the waitress was bringing them
two large drinks with tiny umbrellas in them. On the
beach itself, a multitude of women in various states
of undress frolicked in the sand and water.
As Mr. Jeftinija focused through the camera, he
blinked. “Odd…” He rubbed his eyes and looked again.
“Man, I need to get more sleep… I could have sworn
Johnny just winked at the Ensign. Nah…” The camera
started to click in rapid succession, drowning out the
chuckle from the Legos on the set.
