A/n Someone suggested developing my OC's a little more, so I'm looking for some suggestions.

I want some advice and ideas for the story. Lots of 'em. I'm only updating if I get good ideas.

And this is the sequel to Trials and Adventures, and I killed Silve r in that one. So give me advice. Do you want him to stay dead? Do you want him to pop up out of nowhere with a story of how he survived yet again? Where should I fit in Morph and Sarah? And what, oh what do I

do for development of OC's? I will not be writing romances for Jim, so kindly save those ideas for someone who will. Thanks!

As the longboat pulled into the Spaceport, Jim looked up. His face was still streaked with tears and he was still crying. Silver's body was still warm. He was still clinging to old Cyborg.

Jim saw his friends and Doctor Doppler, Amelia and his mother. But he couldn't even look at them.

"Jim, what's the matter?" Doctor Doppler was asking. Jim couldn't do more than just put his head

back on Silver's still warm chest and weep, wishing he could hear the strong, sturdy heartbeat that was no longer there. And would never be there again. Jim slipped into a dream like state.

He saw and heard everything, but no longer comprehended anything. Silver had only died five minutes ago after all. Amelia pulled him up and Kyle, Mike, Matt, Sasha and Saundra followed them.

All the while they tried to ask him how the mission went, where Scroop was, how was Silver dead,

and why on Montressor had he decided to run away with nobody with him anyway? Matt

was the only one not asking questions. He just kept his arm around Jim and walked with him until they got to the inn. Jim went up to his room. Matt was the only one allowed to follow.

"Jim, I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?" Jim shook his head. Matt stayed with Jim until

he could talk enough to say that he was fine on his own. Matt left. Jim lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He wanted to cry more, but he didn't feel it. He felt nothing but a dull ache. He fell asleep and dreamed of Silver.

Jim woke and dressed for the Academy. His Junior year was to start and soon, he'd go with a Senior for their maiden voyage.

A boy called Mark had chosen him to go. Jim wondered how much longer he had to wait. He

wanted to find a way to prove himself worthy and ready enough to graduate a year early.

And he wanted to kill Scroop. Badly. His thirst for revenge was greater than his thirst for a

captaincy had ever been. As he was thinking this, Mark came up.

"Hey." Mark greeted. "Hey." Jim replied. "What's up Jim?" "Nothing much."

"You snuck out and got Scroop away huh?" "Sort of." Actually, Jim had no idea why Scroop left.\

Scroop had clearly planned to kill him. Jim didn't have much memory of what happened anymore.

He remembered how wonderful it had been to see Silver alive after he'd thought he was dead for a year.

But he also remembered how awful it was as Silver slumped dead to the deck. Just thinking about it brought tears to his eyes. Mark noticed it. "What's wrong Jim?" He asked.

Jim wiped a stray tear away and tried to keep his voice steady. " A friend of mine tried to rescue me,

and Scroop killed him." "I'm so sorry Jim." "Hey, I'm doing just fine." Jim said.

"Is that so?" Jim nodded by way of reply. Mark considered this for a moment, then obviously wanting

to change the subject, he said, " You know, when we go out on our mission, we can choose it.

We can choose an exploration mission, a diplomacy mission or, if there are any wanted criminals to catch, an attack mission." This grabbed Jim's attention. A semi murderous look crept into his forlorn eyes. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" He asked. Mark nodded.

"Jim, let's get him." He replied.