Disclaimer: Walt Disney's probably rolling around in his grave because of what I'm about to do to his property. HE owns Treasure Planet, and all the characters copyrighted from that movie, not ME. Now we've got that out of the way… Tally ho! And on with the story!
It'd had been two years since the re-opening of the Bent-bough Inn and Jim, like usual before he began work at the Bounty Hunter department, was ridding the thermals with his solar surfer. The cheering crowd beneath him wasn't an unusual sight. To be a Bounty Hunter, the most hardest of all occupations, you had to had extremely good leadership, fighting, flying skills and had to be of strong character. Jim was the youngest Bounty Hunter that the department had employed, having graduated top of his class in Military school, where you were taught how to use weapons proberly and how to do one-on-one hand-combat. To graduate, the students were given a test, to see whether they would make good Captain's or not, were in charge of a ship for a whole two months. Jim, naturally, had passed with flying colours. Then, if you were picked, you were to go through Bounty Hunting school, to learn all the tricks of the trade. As a result, Bounty Hunters were usually very famous, because of their renowned skill. Everytime Jim did a very dangerous mission; he was awarded a star on his hunting license, he currently had four. The chief of the department had seven, the max stars you could get was ten. This was Jim's favourite thing to do, the wind blowing in his hair, flying in the clouds while the crowd below him watched as he did stunt after dangerous stunt. But there was a pair of eyes looking at Jim without any awe or excitement, but of coldness that could rival Space itself. Those eyes belonged to Michael Tana, Jim's competitor in everything concerning work. His black hair blew across his dark eyes, obscuring his view of the brunette. He flicked his hair away with his hand, wanting to know Jim's every move, perfect it, and then make it better. Michael, like usual, was surrounded by his thick-as-bricks goons. He watched Jim with the prestige of a bird of prey, but unlike every other day, Michael was smirking. In his hands he held some papers, with of equal value to that of his first born son, it was the warrant of arrest for John Silver, Jim's mentor, and his personal profile. John Silver was now a wanted man, he had started a bar fight last night, due to the fact that he found out who the spies surrounding him, watching his every move, so he beat them to a bloody pulp. BUT! The spies had overheard his plan to go to Planet Killara, a planet that only circles were Treasure planet once was, once every fifty years, said to hold more treasure more treasure than it's sister. And Michael was going to assign this project to Jim, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Jim pressed the button to make his fin disappear, then free-felled up from a distance where the crowd's faces looked like little pinpricks. He did flips and twirls of the most complex, only to open his fin right at the last moment, just before hitting the faces of the crowd, and soared off. He saw Michael, looking very smug, so he decided to go over to him and investigate.
"Morning Tana," said Jim pleasantly. Once Jim was on the ground-ish, Morph flew over to him, saying his usual babble. "Morning Morph," he said with a pleasant smile at the little pink blob, as it flew around his head. Michael's smirk grew into a sneer at the sight of Jim.
"Morning Hawkins', I have your latest mission," said Michael, his sneer growing.
"Thanks," said Jim, slightly suspicious of Michael's behaviour.
"You'll need to be debriefed right now, you start ASAP, by the Chief's orders," said Michael, leading the way to the head of the department's office, Miss Kelly Starla
"Chief's orders," mimicked Morph. Michael glared at the pink blob, Jim just laughed, he loved annoying Michael any chance he got. He always took things too seriously. Michael told his goons to wait in his office, as there wouldn't be enough room in the elevator for all of them. He hummed softly to himself the entire trip up; it was an old song. Curiosity always got the better of Jim,
"What is that you're humming?" he asked as they reached the tenth floor, with ten more to go.
"Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars, let me see what spring is like on, Jupiter or Mars," sang Michael softly. Jim nodded and the rest of the trip was silence, with the exception of Michael's humming and Morph mimicking him over and over. Jim personally thought Michael had his head screwed on a bit too tight; but then again he was a cyborg (He had an artificial arm much like John Sliver) so maybe THAT was what was screwed on a little too tight. Jim knocked on Kelly's door.
"Come in," was the muffled reply from behind the shining oak door with the head of department name's on a plaque, on said oak door.
Jim opened the door, waited for Michael to come in, than shut the door behind him and sat down in a chair infront of Kelly's desk. As for the feline, she was chucking up a ball of twine; she was addicted to it.
"Oh sorry boys, I'm REALLY trying to break the habit," said Kelly, her attention turning to the two young teens, placing the ball on her desk. She then flicked a stray black curl behind her ear.
"That's what you said the other fifty-eight times," said Jim with a smirk.
"Moving on… I trust Michael gave you your assignment?" said Kelly, raising her eyebrow. Little did she know that Michael had switched the two assignments, she knew that the Planet Killara mission would be personal, so she had allocated it to Michael. But he in turn was aloud to give it to Jim if he wanted, but Michael didn't seem the cruel type to Kelly…
"Jim, your mission, is to track down this escape-prisoner, he's a rapist, so we want him off the streets as soon as possible, is that clear?" said Kelly standing up and explaining their mission briefly to him. Jim nodded.
"Clear Madame," said Jim with a smirk, at seeing Kelly twitch.
"How many times do have I tell you not to call me that?" said Kelly, her eyebrow raised and her hands on her hips.
"Once more I believe," said Jim, with a smirk. Kelly rolled her eyes.
"If you weren't one of my best bounty hunters, you do know I would scratch your eyes out Mr Hawkins," said Kelly, her green eyes in slits.
"Oh come on! You know I don't mean it Kelly, and that I just do it to stir you up," said Jim, his blue eyes sparkling, his arms folded behind his head, leaning back on his chair. Kelly rolled her eyes.
"Michael, you are to capture your target ASAP, before they get to their destination, you will in charge of a ship to get there and arrest him, if you choose to do that," said Kelly, cryptically leaving things out so Jim didn't figure it out. Michael nodded. They then opened their files. Jim saw John Silver's picture papercliped to the report of instructions.
"Wait a minute," said Jim. "You must have got the wrong guy,"
"No, there was D.N.A matching, then eye-witness accounts, the guy was rightly charged," said Kelly, her eyes glowing with hatred.
"Look, I know this guy would NEVER do anything like that, you've got the wrong man," said Jim, very firmly. Kelly walked over to him and walked behind him so she could see over his shoulder.
"Or maybe you've just go the wrong mission," said Kelly with a frown. She turned to Michael, "Check your report," she said to the ebony-haired young man.
"It's the rapist case," said Michael after pretending to read a few lines.
"Hmm… There must have been a mix up. Michael, how could you be so careless?" asked Kelly, she looked furious. Michael looked up at her innocently.
"I was given them like that Miss Kelly, I swear," said Michael. Kelly shrugged and believed the lie.
"Well it's not like this is the first time it's happened, and now they've introduced that new rule about whoever's the first one to open the case file has to work on that mission, so Jim, you have no choice but to complete your mission," she said. Jim nodded, apparently lost in thought; Morph then transformed into a mini John Silver
"Ship out with us!" said Morph and then transformed back to his usual self.
"Yes Morph, the same one," said Jim, with a bittersweet smile. There were moments; mainly late at night when he frequently had trouble sleeping, when he made that decision played on his mind. What if he HAD gone with Silver that night? Then he would scold himself and think the way things are, are the way things are for a reason, whether we understand them yet is another thing. Morph became all mopey, which didn't happen very often, only when he thought of Silver, and rested on Jim's shoulder.
"I'll do it, when do I start?" said Jim, determinedly. Kelly smiled at him, at that moment she became very proud of Jim.
"You just need to assemble a crew and be off, you'll need the same coordinates as for Treasure Planet," said Kelly. Jim nodded.
"Looks like B.E.N. will have to come along," said Jim with a dry smile, the robot was still going, and still just as annoying. Though for some strange reason, his mother actually got on with him, and was presently working in the Bent-Bough Inn.
"And you'll need an astronomer," said Kelly, "They are always of good use," Jim smirked.
"I'll ask Amelia permission to use Doppler, she's rather possessive," said Jim, chuckling lightly. Kelly raised an eyebrow, as she didn't know who any of the people Jim had listed were, shrug her shoulders and conveniently forgot about it.
"Well, your time starts now boys, don't waste a second," said Kelly, both of the young teens nodded and left the office, with Jim yet to know this would be the biggest mission of his career.
End Of Chapter!
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