Years had come and gone since the fiasco at Treasure Planet sending a young Jim Hawkins away from home on an adventure that soon became only the beginning of his story. The battles against the Procyon were still fresh in everyone's minds. Repair work had begun across the galaxy to mend what had been broken by Silver's fake counterpart and the Procyon fleet.
Jim Hawkins stood inside the academy that six months ago had been his home. He readied himself in his old dorm room awaiting his official graduation. Albeit war had increased his ranking swiftly today he would finally receive his official diploma. Putting on his dress blues he made his way to the Grand Hall.
In the audience his Mother and his pals from the Inn stood cheering as Jim made his way in with the rest of his class. Jim smiled and waved slightly embarrassed by their outburst. Already he stood out by his uniform. Jim sat in his seat somewhat self-conscious by the fact that he wore the same dress uniform as many of his teachers and half his class was years away from what he had already achieved.
From the podium the headmaster of the stately school began making his speech. On and on he began to drone and praise this class's accomplishments mentioning Jim's name often. Then with the flicker of an eye the man broke out in a sweat and his words came in gasps. He turned deathly pale and fell to the floor in convulsions.
A new enemy and arrived in the empire…..