PokemonSoldier

Two years after FOWL was defeated, the Science Team has finished reworking the Solego Circuit to be more stable and safe. For the reveal, the entire family has shown up, with friends. However, not long after starting it up and opening the portal, something goes wrong, and things start to get sucked in... even some of those watching. While everyone heads for cover, Rebecca starts to get sucked in. Despite the efforts of everyone, she disappears into the circuit, before the machine breaks, trapping her. When Rebecca wakes up, she is in a strange new world, and must get help to get home. That is where the story begins. You chose a media or original world (with or without original characters), with one or multiple characters from said world helping Rebecca to find a way home. Video game worlds (Hyrule, Mario universe, Pokemon, etc), Comic worlds (DC universe), anime & manga, movies, etc. If it fits and has a way for her to get back (science-fiction or fantasy), it should work. This is

Scrooge was on his submarine, atop the sail/conning tower, talking to Donald. "I run a multi-trillion dollar business. I can handle a few juveniles for the weekend. You just focus on this new job of yours. Besides, I got a pretty low key day planned." "Hoist the mast sail! Other boat words to Atlantis! Dive! Dive!" Dewey says, a tad to eager. "No, wait!" Scrooge tries to save. "Aye aye." Launchpad reports as he set the submarine to dive. "Launchpad, the hatch! Stop the bjjbjbuadkjfo!" Scrooge warns as he gets a beak full of water, just managing to close the hatch. "Woohoo!" Cheers an oblivious Dewey, who runs past an annoyed Rebecca who is squeezing water out of her hair, having been standing right under the hatch and thus got drenched. "Talk to yer uncle." Scrooge tells Louie who is helping pump out the water with Webby. "Hey Uncle Donald. Nope, yeah, pretty boring. We napped, rubbed ointment on our joints, old people stuff." Louie lies. "What about the dragon? And the plane crash?

At the McDuck Money Bin, in the board room... “With business expanding in Spoonerville and St. Canard markets, noted interdependencies C, G, and 5F, we're also cutting funding to unnecessary departments: Historical research, experimental tech, deep sea exploration...” Bentley Buzzard reads out to a bored Scrooge McDuck, who is fiddling with a couple of coins. “Fantastic.” Scrooge says sarcastically, before entering his money bin. “Back in the bin with ya, see you tomorrow.” He sighs as he tosses the coins in, before closing the vault door and heading to the garage. “Mr McDuck.” A young intern/trainee sea otter in green polo shirt, jeans, and brown work shoes nods as he runs into his employer. “Ah, lad. Good afternoon. Ae take it yer headed off on break?” Scrooge asks in a slightly warmer tone. “Yes sir. Then it’s off to the Manor to see what all needs repairs.” “Very well...” Scrooge has a thought. “Care ta join me on the ride back and at the Manor fer lunch? Should make the trip a wee

“Wait, but, I thought the Jedi were just a myth?” Huey asks. “Technically, we sorta are now...” Della sighs. “It starts long ago, about twenty years before you boys were born. The Jedi kept track of all potential force sensitive children in the Galaxy, with Donnie and I being two such individuals. When we were about one or two, we were taken to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant to begin training as Jedi.” “Wait, when you were babies?” Dewey asks. “They took you from your family when you were babies?!” Louie asks with disbelief. “Actually our, parents agreed to it. The Jedi felt forming attachments would lead to the dark side, and thus children were separated from their families when young, but only with the parents’ consent. They were NOT baby snatchers. Anyways, we were raised at the temple alongside many, many other younglings from across the Galaxy. We were taught the basics of the force to prepare us for more, rigorous training.” “Wait, you said you were forbidden attachments. Were you

Dantooine, Outskirts of Dantoo Town 6 years BBY Three young aviastin boys, no more than 11, are running together, see. They look identical except for their hair, which have different styles, and clothing, which are red, blue, and green, and of varying styles. They are Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duik, respectively, and are triplets. “Mom! Uncle Donald! We’re home!” The boys call into the house as they rush in. A female aviastin with shoulder-length white hair and a metal left leg pauses work on something, lifting a pair of goggles onto her head before leaving the workshop and entering the main area, where the three hug and nearly tackle her as she hugs back. She is Della Duik, the trio’s mother. “Boys! So glad you’re back, because I’ve got something very special I wanna show you. Come on, been working on them for a while.” She says as she leads them back to the workshop and has them stand a short distance from her workbench. “What’s this all about?” Louie asks. “These!” Della pulls a