Hey, guys! Sorry, I decided to rewrite this one so I could change things up a bit. A lot has happened since I started this so I had to go in and change things so it didn't bother me. But hey, I'm still continuing it so it's alright! Let's go! =D


Chapter 1: Soaring Spirit

"On the clearest of nights, when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful, the great merchant ships with cargos of Yavin sura crystals felt safe and secure. Little did they suspect that they were pursued by…Sith. And the most feared of all these Sith was the notorious General Grievous."

"Fire!"

"Like a Geonosian overtaking its prey…"

"Jaqulin Danee Strife!"

Little four-year-old Jaqulin gasped, threw her holographic story book down, and swung her legs casually. Her mother, Aerith, entered the room, a look of disapproval on her face.

"I thought you were asleep an hour ago!" Aerith scolded as she placed her hands on her hips. Jaqulin sat up and crawled to her pillow.

"Aw, Mom, I was just getting to the best part," the little girl whined. She picked up her book and hugged it. "Please?" she begged.

Aerith smirked with a sigh. "Oh, can those eyes get any bigger?" she asked, walking to her daughter. "Scootch over."

Jaqulin reopened her book and it started where it ended.

"…like a Geonosian overtaking its prey, Grievous and his band of renegades swooped in out of nowhere."

Jaqulin and Aerith watched Grievous scoop up the treasure and laugh huskily in victory. The story continued.

"And then, gathering up their spoils…they vanished, without a trace."

"Ooh!" Jaqulin and Aerith said simultaneously as they turned the page.

"Grievous' secret trove was never found, but stories have persisted that it remains hidden somewhere at the farthest reaches of the galaxy, stowed with riches beyond imagination—the loot of a thousand worlds…"

"Treasure Planet," Jaqulin said with the narrator, grinning in excitement.

Aerith took out a handkerchief. "Okay, blow your nose," she said, bring the kerchief to Jaqulin's nose. Jaqulin blew as hard as she could, then back on her bed.

"How do you think General Grievous did it, Mom?" Jaqulin asked. She clambered onto the headboard of her bed and jumped as she said, "How'd she swoop out of nowhere and vanish without a trace?" Jaqulin hid mysteriously beneath her blanket.

"I have no idea," Aerith responded, eying her daughter. Finally, she snatched Jaqulin and began tickling her. "Come here, you, you li…" Aerith pulled up her daughter's green pajama shirt and blew raspberries on her tummy. "I'm gonna get… oh!"

Jaqulin giggled, kicking her legs frantically. The two laughed heartily with each other.

"Okay," Aerith said at last, tapping Jaqulin's nose, "it's time for this little spacer to go to sleep."

Jaqulin glanced up at her mom. "You think somebody will ever find Treasure Planet?" she questioned.

"Sweetheart," Aerith began. She picked up one of Jaqulin's Jack Sparrow action figures and grimaced. "I think…it's more like…a legend."

"I know it's real."

Aerith smiled as she touched her nose to Jaqulin's. "You win," she murmured. "It's real."

"Nighty-night, Mom," Jaqulin yawned, snuggling underneath her covers.

"Nighty-night, sweetheart," Aerith replied, walking to the door. She paused in the doorway. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

The door closed and the room went pitch black. Jaqulin stirred in her bed, groping for her book. She opened it, continuing her story.

"There are nights when the winds of the Etherium, so inviting in their promise of flight and freedom, made one's spirit soar!"

12 Years Later

Jaqulin soared on her solar board, reaching the high heavens. She jerked the board upward and brought it to an unbelievable height. Taking her heel, Jaqulin pressed down on a button that retracted the solar sail. The 16-year-old closed her blue eyes, leaned back, and let herself fall. She performed many spins and flips as she did so. Right before she crashed to the ground, Jaqulin flipped herself around and hit the button again, releasing the sail.

"Yaaa-hoo!" Jaqulin screamed, as the board shot off like a bullet. She noticed an industrial site up ahead and smirked. Jaqulin flew into the industry and, unbeknownst to her, set off an alarm. The teenager saw a large rotating machine with holes lining the outside. Jaqulin didn't mind a little challenge.

Jaqulin pressed the button once more, folding the sail, and bent forward.

"Come on!" she yelled. The wind whipped her long, silky blonde hair as she surged forth, aiming for the hole. Jaqulin had to time it carefully; she'd be smashed otherwise. Jaqulin gave the engine a boost and she sped through the hole, which missed her by inches.

Laughing, Jaqulin popped the sail up and soared away.

"Whoo-hoo!" she shouted ecstatically. "I bet my old man couldn't do that."

Suddenly, Jaqulin heard sirens behind her and she glanced over her shoulder. Walker, from the Ghost Zone, had sent his guards.

"Oh great," Jaqulin mumbled.