Disclaimer: Disney owns Treasure Planet. I don't, only named person I own in this chapter is Allei.

Chapter One: The Naga

The dark ship waited sinisterly at the edge of the nebula, concealed by the swirling gases. Their spies had said that the RLS Loyaltywould emerge here, and they knew better than to lie. Like before every battle, he felt a restless anticipation. He had his orders, and it was time to follow them. The Captain of the PBS Naga stretched out with his mind to feel the space. There it was. The congestion of many living minds that indicated a ship in the vicinity.

It was time.

His first mate, an arachnid-like Skerss, approached. Skerss were odd, in the ability they had to survive without oxygen. This secret was known only to the Skerrs- and himself. And his master. Without turning the captain started the Skerss' report for him. "They've come, have they? Unawares, right?"

"Assssssss alwayssssss."

"Good. But this time I'm coming too- Just to make sure it's done right this time." The Captain turned and donned his battle armor. He smiled with reckless anticipation. They wouldn't know what hit them.

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Jim Hawkins of Montressor was, at the moment, reflecting on past adventures. They had been en route to the Academy for about 3 weeks now. The only regret he had was thet Captain Amelia had been unable to escort him to the Academy. The Council had voted that the expedition to Treasure Planet had been a miserable failure, also ruling that it had been Amelia's fault. They were wrong, and all who went on the expedition had vouched for her.

But that hadn't stopped them from suspending her license while they did a through investigation. By the time they had ruled her innocent, Jim had already left.

Morph, his pet . . . well, Morph- sensed what he was thinking. He shifted into a figure of the feline Captain and copied her reaction.

"A ludicrous package of imbecilic tom fools!" Recalling it himself, Jim burst into laughter. He reached up to snatch the mischievous blob, but it danced away, laughing. The ship lurched suddenly.

Above deck, he could hear the panicked shouts of the crew, as well as the sounds of melee combat. "Where did that come from?"

"We're under attack!"

"Someone get the Cap'n!"

Jim ran to the door and twisted the opening mechanism, but it was locked. The ship lurched again, throwing Jim to the other side of the cabin. His head hit the eyelet the hammock was attached to and the last thing he felt was a sharp pain.

All was quiet when he came to himself. Something wet was sliding down his head, originating at the pain. Morph was looking on worriedly. He changed into a bandage and looked at Jim. "No need for that- not yet, at any rate. Maybe you can unlock the door?"

"Aye-aye!" Morph oozed into the lock mechanism, and after a second of waiting a metallic clang sounded. The door swung open. Jim rushed on deck and stopped, horrified.

All of the crew had been slain. Not one was left alive. The mysterious attackers were stripping the bodies of weapons and other items. Jim slipped backward. "Morph, come. We have to get to the longboats."

The pink blob turned to go and screamed. An instant later, Jim was hurled on deck by a swinging limb. The wind was knocked out of him as he looked face up at his attacker.

A human like himself. He had a sword and he raised it, clearly meaning to kill Jim. A furious pink blob attacked him, in the shape of a pie. The swordsman, momentarily distracted, sliced the pie cleanly in half.

By now Jim had gotten his wind back. With a wild yell he attacked the swordsman, who got him in a headlock and put the blade to his throat.

"Fool, he's one of the cadets!" Jim stiffened on hearing the voice. The swordsman threw him down carelessly and brought the pommel down on his head.

For the second time that day, Jim was forced into oblivion.