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WRAITH WING PART ONE

Chapter One

"Keep out of trouble… you old scallywag."

Silver looked up as he came alongside a comet. It reminded him of when he and Jim went riding on the longboat while trying to find Flint's trove. For the sake of the memory, he pulled his longboat close to it and sighed heavily. It had been nearly a year since he had last seen Jimbo… he was starting to miss the lad… and Morph. But he had left them for a reason. He had to; prison just wasn't an option for ol' John Silver. He pulled the boat away from the comet. Jim could've been in serious trouble had it been known he had been affiliated with a pirate.

He had traveled far and wide, finding dead end leads on multiple treasures. But there was one that he had heard of at a recent port. It was a large trove that could rival Flint's. At first, Silver didn't believe it; Flint's trove was hidden on the inside of a planet. What could possibly rival that? The informant said the pirate had never been captured and that it had been impossible for anyone to track his erratic attacks and ports. The pirate had been a Captain of underground fame. If one valued life, talking of the Captain in public was like signing a death warrant. In pirate bars, in sound proofed private rooms, and under-the-table places that even the best of the Interstellar Fleet knew nothing about… those were the only safe havens for those with a gossipers tongue. The informant had taken Silver to an underground fighters ring and into a private room before relinquishing information. Anyone that caught sight of the pirate were either dead or wouldn't talk. But the informant wasn't either of the two. The Captain's name was Kal'Vadlor Reed. He was a species of raven winged people, the Corvus, that were supposedly extinct. They were known for their dark, sleek clothing, huge wings, clawed hands, abundant silence, and ability to turn almost anything into a weapon. They were revered as an age of ninjas, their silence an advantage should they have to kill someone. The weapons the Corvus crafted were throwing knives, easily hidden swords, and needles disguised as pins for females, all crafted of ebony colored metal. Kal'Vadlor made excellent use of the Corvinus skills, becoming a pirate at the tender age of sixteen. The ship he captained was as black as his wings and fashioned with excellent cloaking mechanisms. Add that with the stealth skills of the Corvus, and Kal'Vadlor was an ideal pirate. He collected treasure with ease; he would get close with his ship and fly to the hull of the ship he was raiding. He would find the most vulnerable way into the ship and scout around. Once he had the insides of the ship and the location of any treasure memorized, he would fly back to his ship and attack. The ships he attacked mostly ended up riddled with cannonball holes and left to drift in space, stripped of valuables and the crew mutilated beyond death. Not soon after his fourth year in space, the rest of the Corvus died off. The only remaining, Kal'Vadlor turned his home planet of Kimoku into his trove. Using some expenses, he armed the planet to the teeth with defense mechanisms that would attack a ship other than Kal'Vadlor's that drifted into the atmosphere. After sometime, word spread and Kimoku was labeled forbidden to enter and eventually forgotten. As for Kal'Vadlor, twelve years later, it was said he still sailed on his Wraith Wing, seeking more treasure to fill Kimoku.

Silver was riveted by the story. Flint's trove was in the core of a planet. But Kimoku was an entire planet. He estimated that was at least three times the amount found in Flint's core. The excitement of an even larger treasure made Silver shiver in excitements, ever nerve on end. Writing down the information, Silver bid his informant goodbye and had set off in the general direction of Kimoku. But each time he docked and asked if people had heard of Kimoku, silence would fall in even the most under-the-table places.

A shadow draped overhead, breaking Silver's train of thought. He looked up. This time, a large ship was sailing overhead. It was regal, four masts bearing two large solar sails each. It was ebony colored with an off-white metal winding around as the framework of the ship like vines. An angel taking flight was below the bowsprit.

Suddenly, a young woman looked over the railing. Her coal black hair was pulled into a ponytail and moved almost like it was alive in the space winds. Her electric blue eyes met his and he focused his cyborg eye to look at her closer. But as soon as he did, she was gone from sight. The moment he looked away, a sweet voice called from the ship.

"Longboat off the port bow!!" The girl returned to stare down at him. Soon, a taller woman with short copper hair and the same electric blue eyes returned. A captain's hat rested on the woman's head as she looked at Silver.

"I don't know. He looks like a trouble maker…" The woman whispered, glancing at the younger one, only to be met with an excited spark in her eyes. The woman sighed heavily and nodded once. "If he causes any trouble, it's on your head, Alexandria." The woman warned as she headed away.

"Yes, Ambrosia." She leaned over the ship's railing. "AHOY! Sir, would you like to board?!" She cried down.

Silver arched a brow in surprise. Board such a regal looking ship? He shrugged. "Aye, it would be an honor ta board, lass!"

A few moments later, a hatch on the bottom of the hull opened. He slipped into the belly of the ship and climbed out of his longboat. The man standing next to the hatch switch was a Lycanid, a wolf/humanoid species with wolf tails, ears, and legs. This one was somewhat bulky, with a chunk missing from his left ear and three piercing on his right. His legs and two tails were the same auburn brown as his ears. The gray irises surrounded by yellow sclera stayed focused on him for a moment before turning away and heading down a hall behind him. He stopped to bark sharply at him before continuing on. Silver got his bearings before following after the Lycanid. He noticed his humanoid arms were littered with scars and one stretched from the corner of his mouth down to his exposed chest. A fellow pirate? Silver gingerly grabbed the man's shoulder before coming close to his ear and whispering, almost silently.

"Yah ever 'ear of Kimoku, boyo?"

The reaction was immediate. The fur running from his legs, up his back, and stopping at his cropped black hair, rose like hackles. It was the reaction, literally or figuratively, that he got from most people. He squirmed out of Silver's grasp. He gave a curt nod, barely noticeable. They continued on before Silver stopped him again.

"Wha's your name?"

The Lycanid hesitated for a moment. "Sieva."

"Sieva… are you…" Silver changed his fingers into small extending claws, forming them to make a Jolly Roger, before changing them back

"Aye. But th' cap'n doesn't know of this. Or that most of the crew is. She won't tell us what we're searchin' for."

"Maybe I can be o' assistance." Silver smiled, an plan unfurling in his head. "After th' cap'n goes off ta bed, gather all and meet me in th' galley. We'll talk there, Mr. Sieva."

"Aye." Sieva gestured towards stairs. "The cap'n's sister is the one who asked ya ta board, Mister…"

"Silver. John Silver." He replied, climbing up the stairs.

Silver stopped at the last stair. The ship was indeed regal. Similar characters as Sieva wandered the deck; talking, checking sails, lookout duties. Standing out of the way was the young woman, looking around as the crew worked. She was a pretty little thing up close. Her hair was now woven into a braid, ragged bangs falling against her tan cheeks. Her dark maroon top was V-necked and sleeveless, the back hem falling to her ankles. Deep blue colored pants were tucked at the thigh into black boots. A loose white belt had two daggers dangling from it. Her eyes met his and she smiled, eyes sparking with interest.

"Hello, sir." She greeted politely. If Silver had to guess, she was a Noble's kid. Talked like one, that was for sure. "My name is Alexandria. Welcome aboard the Raven's Light. May I ask what your name is?"

Silver smiled. "Aye, where are me manners?! The name's John Silver, madam." He removed his hat to bow. "Tis a pleasure to meet ya, lass. An' I do tank ya for allowin' a barnacle like meself aboard yer fine vessel."

He got a laugh out of her and it was a sweet, melodious chuckle. "No formalities. If my name is too much of a mouthful, call me Ria."

"I don' dare to put a fine lass like yerself to my level of person." Silver said as he rose.

"It's fine and I'd much prefer you did so." She reassured.

A sharp voice interrupted. "Alexandria, bring our… guest" The supposed Captain said 'guest' with venom, "into my quarters at once."

Ria rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. My sister's bark is far worse than her bite."

Silver smirked as he followed Ria up a flight of stairs and into the Captain's quarters. He removed his hat as a courtesy before making eye contact with eyes like Ria's but far more icier. The woman was tall and lean. A cloak the color of midnight hung from her shoulders. She wore a white jacket with gold embroidery whose back hemline fell a little below her hips. Claws poked out of her black gloves. As she rose, her cloak shifted slightly. Silver looked more closely at it until he realized it wasn't a cloak. They were wings, folded to her back and slightly around her shoulders and arms.

The woman was a Corvus.

"Ambrosia, this is John Silver. Mr. Silver, this is my half-sister, Ambrosia Reed."

Not only was she a Corvus, but she had the same surname as Kal'Vadlor. But the sharp glance he got from Ambrosia made him remember his place.

"Pleasure to meet ya, Cap'n Ambrosia." He recited, giving another bow. "I mus' say, ya have quite a vessel on yer hands."

Her lips quirked slightly. "A pleasure also, Mr. Silver."

Silver smirked as he rose and started his plan. "If I would be so bold as ta ask if ya'd have a heart and allow me aboard for some time." He requested, watching Ambrosia carefully. "Ya'd never find a bettah cook in any lifetime. An' me knowledge of space ya'd find quite large… much like meself." He added jokingly, winning a giggle from Ria and a smile from Ambrosia.

"Very well." Ambrosia said as she looked at some maps. "In return for room and board, you'll give me information when needed and will be the Raven's Light cook." She smirked. "You better get working, Silver. The crew has a hearty appetite."

"I've had worse, Cap'n." He smiled, bowed and left.

"He seems alright." Ria replied to Ambrosia's groan. "And we've got a new cook for the one we lost near the Lagoon Nebula. My cooking skills aren't that good, anyway."

"I don't know, Ria. Something's off about him, like the gears you can't see are working in overdrive over something." Ambrosia grumbled, ruffling the feathers of her wings. "Remember what father always said; never judge a book by its cover."

"In this case, it's don't judge a cyborg by its gears?" Ria joked, but there was a tone of resentment. She wasn't looking at Ambrosia anymore.

"Come now, Ria. You aren't still mad at him are you?" Ambrosia mused, one wing extending and curling around Ria. But Ria shrugged the downy feathers away and moved out of reach.

"Why shouldn't I be?! From the moment I was born, mom took care of me; he wanted nothing to do with me. And when he finally kicks the bucket, he leaves us his ship and trove. But does he leave us a note where the trove is?! NO! And no one knows what the hell Kimoku is anyway… we're at a loss, Rose." Ria stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Ria leaned against the door, fighting back tears. That was a flaw of hers; she cried way too easily. She jumped down to the main deck, too agitated to take the stairs. She stepped onto the railing and sulked along it until she reached the bowsprit. Most of the crew were working, none of them paying heed to her. She saw smoke from the galley rising and curling in the air. Something smelled good. Maybe that would get her mind off of things. Jumping off the railing, she headed down into the galley. She heard a cheery whistle and saw Silver working quickly through the small kitchen. The smell was even more decadent in the galley. She chose a table to sit at and watched him. Not even pausing from his work, Silver chuckled.

"What can I do ya for, lass?" He asked as he poured something into a pot.

"Nothing. I just like watching people cook. I'm not bothering you, am I?" She asked.

"Nah, lass. But maybe ye can 'elp me out." He said over his shoulder as he cut up some carrots. "A pretty little thin' like yerself outta know how to cook."

Ria felt her cheeks warm. "S-Sure. What do you need help with?"

A few hours later, the crew had eaten what Silver had made down to the last morsel. Silver smirked when Sieva looked in his direction along with a few other unscrupulous looking crew members. During dinner, he told the story of how he and Jim found Treasure Planet and Flint's Trove. The crew, even Ambrosia, listened intently how they nearly escaped a planet-wide self destruct, courtesy of Jimbo's knowledge and hover board skills. Once his story and dinner was over with the crew went off to their posts. Ambrosia requested Silver in her quarters to discuss some things. Ria offered to clean up while they were talking and refused to take no for an answer. She was attacking the dishes when Silver was led up to Ambrosia's quarters. The woman sat in her chair and waved her hand towards a wide armchair. Silver took it, glancing at her. Her wings ruffled slightly as she sighed.

"Mr. Silver, what do you know of Kimoku?" She asked.

Silver blinked in surprise. "Um… well, I know it is a forbidden and long forgotten planet." He replied.

"Do you know of its whereabouts?"

"Alas, Cap'n. I meself was searchin' for Kimoku when your regal ship came by."

Ambrosia paused for a moment, examining Silver. "We're looking for it ourselves. For you see…" She looked out the window taking up most of the wall behind her. "My mother and father were both from Kimoku. My father recently died, leaving me his ship and Kimoku."

"Pardon me interruptin' but where does that leave yer sister?"

"He never wanted her. He always told me she was a mistake…" Ambrosia sighed heavily. "My sister is half Corvus."

"Half?"

"Yes. Her mother was a human and our father was a Corvus. But we digress. My father didn't leave any hint as to where to find Kimoku and no one speaks of it. It is believed to be bad luck to speak of Kimoku or my father."

"Who is yer father, Cap'n?"

"The Raven's Light true name is Wraith Wing. My father was Kal'Vadlor Reed. He left me his ship and all the treasures that lie in Kimoku." She announced somewhat proudly. "But the treasures of Kimoku mean nothing if one cannot find it."

Silver resisted the urge to cry out. The daughter of Kal'Vadlor! Right in front of him! It was as if the treasure was just dumped in front of him. He sighed contentedly. Finally he spoke up.

"As you heard tonight, me background isn't th' best, Cap'n. But… if ye were to dock soon, I could find the kinda info we need to find Kimoku." Silver proposed.

"Dock where, Mr. Silver? We need information, not rumors."

"Montressor. I know someone who would greatly give me info I… we need to know."

"Hmm. I don't know, Mr. Silver. That would put us off course by quite a few weeks. Though I do suppose we can afford it, if what you say is true." She sighed again. "I'm going to rest for a little. Please relay the information to the helmsman that we head for the Space Port near Montressor."

Silver got to his feet as Ambrosia reclined in her chair and the wings curled around her, blocking her from view. Turning off the lights, he slipped out and closed the door quietly. He relayed the message to the helmsman before heading back down to the galley. Ria was still working on the dishes, determination lined on her face. A bandana pushed the hair that had escaped her braid out of her face. If he didn't know any better, she would look like a pirate to him. She pulled away from a now clean pot and looked over at him. She smiled.

"I see you get to live another day. What did she need?" Ria asked as she started scrubbing another dish.

"Just some scallywag's knowledge o' the universe." He chuckled. "Thank ya for helping me out, lass. You can head off ta bed."

"Almost done." She said as she stacked some dishes near each other. She wiped some sweat from her brow. "That's the last of it. Thanks for letting me help out, Mr. Silver."

"Off wit ya now." He chuckled as she headed upstairs.

Not fifteen minutes later, most of the crew was back in the galley. Sieva stood near Silver, making a head count. Silver looked over the crew and smirked. Sieva touched his arm and nodded. Silver cleared his throat and the room became silent.

"As most of ya heard this evenin'… I am John Silver and I found Flint's Trove." A small murmur erupted. "Now all o' ya are like me… lookin' for treasure that'll take care o' ya fer life. And ye will. Cuz we're headin' fer Kimoku… and Kal'Vadlor's treasure."

Almost immediately, the galley's occupants became alive with chatter. Silver chuckled and moved his hand in a signal for silence. Once that happened, he looked through the crowd.

"When we reach Kimoku, we'll mutiny. Take over this ship and go straight into Kimoku and nab as much treasure as this ship can hold. Then we set dear Cap'n and non-pirates out to space… preferably without a longboat."

"Like you tried for Flint's Trove?" Someone hissed. The voice made a shiver go down Silver's spine. The crowd split so an arachnid woman could approach. She was the same species as Scroop.

"No. This time, it'll work."

"How many of us will perish for your search?" She asked. "Will we end up like Scroop?"

All eyes went to Silver. He sighed heavily, looking over the woman. "What's yer name?"

"Hastera. Scroop and I were… close." She emphasized.

"Miss Hastera. I assure ya tat none of ye will end up like 'im. If ye aren't as stupid as 'e was. Am I clear?"

Hastera's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Transssparently…" She hissed.

The reply was too much like Scroop. Silver puffed up his chest to finish his speech. "No one outside th' ears in this galley 'ears about this. We mutiny once Kimoku's in our sights. I'll signal ya when th' time comes."

"Wait a minute!" Someone yelled, a black Lycanid. "Kimoku's armed ta the teeth! We get even close wit this vessel, we'll be blasted outta the skies!"

"No we won't lads!" Silver shouted over the murmuring. "We'll be safe as long as we approach wit this ship."

"How do you propose that safe?" Hastera asked.

"Because lads… th' vessel is none other than… Kal'Vadlor's own ship!!" The pirates became silent. They all stared at Silver like he had gone mad before he chuckled. "A ship as dark as a Corvus wing… the Cap'n herself is a Corvus! Lads and lasses… this is Kal'Vadlor's ship, the Wraith Wing!!"

The pirates started to cheer.

"Now off wit ya now!" Silver shooed them out of the galley, most mumbling as they left. Hastera was the last to leave, glowering over her shoulder at him before leaving. Silver slouched into a chair. He sighed heavily. "Sorry Jimbo… Some habits just die hard…"