First of all, I just wanted to say that I'm changing the head/body things names to Oxy and Moron (thanks, crazed mind!!!) And thanks to Wherever Girl for the names Xen, Odius, and Juhl. Now. I hope you enjoy!!!


Interstellar Naval Academy, Room 21-A:

Jim moaned, dropping his head on his desk. The clock beeped softly- three o'clock. He still had that extra essay to write.

"Keep it down, would you mind?" came Richard's nasal voice. "I'm trying to sleep!"

A grunt of agreement echoed from Rob's bed and the springs moaned as he rolled over. Jim muttered something incomprehensible, lifting his head. his hair was mussed, his eyes were bloodshot... all he wanted was to sleep, but he knew he had to finish this. He was in deep enough trouble. He glared at the numbers on the clock as if wishing he could change them. The three changed to a four changed to a ship, sailing through space, and Jim was on it, Jim and Silver and Sarah and Scroop. Sarah was screaming at him to run, and Scroop was chasing Sarah, and Silver was chasing Scroop. Everything went red as the star in front of them exploded into a supernovg, humming and buzzing and

Shoot. It was his alarm. And he still hadn't finished his essay. Complaining to himself, he picked up his bag, ready to leave, when it slid off his shoulder, dissolving into a pink, floating blob.

"Morph!" he yelled. "I am so not in the mood! Where is it?"

Morph giggled, darting under the bed and out again with his bag clutched in his mouth. Muttering sourly, Jim grabbed it from his little friend, shoving the papers in, and hopped out the door with only one shoe on. He slid into his seat in his first class just as the echoing bell rang.

"Good morning," the teacher said. She was an old candid woman, white hair tied up in a neat bun over floppy ears. She was perfectly meticulous, not a thread out of place. She was the Nautical History teacher, and he could already tell what a terrible class this was going to be. Sure enough, he could barely keep his eyes open as she began droning. He forced himself to think of how proud Sarah would be if he got good marks, but he was so tired... he made a compromise with himself and passed the time studying the red-head girl in front of him. She wasn't paying attention, either, doodling absentmindedly on her notepad.

"Mr Hawkins!" the teacher exclaimed. Jim started up, wondering just how long she had been calling his name.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Care to answer the question some time before next july?" she asked cooly.

"Er..." Jim noticed that the pretty red-head girl he had been watching had written something on her notepad and was holding it up for him to read.

In what year did Canticleer discover Montressor?

Jim sighed in relief, he knew this one. "23654," he answered confidently. The class burst into peals of laughter, the red-head laughing the hardest.

"Silence!" the teacher barked. "I see nothing funny about this situation. It would help, sir, if you were to pay attention to the conversation. I would have you know that the question was who first constructed the solar hover board. I'll see you in detention."

Interstellar Naval Academy, Detention Room:

"I'll be assigning you all jobs that you'll be completing over the next hour or so," the detention administered told the small group of assembled students. Jim, and a couple of jocks he didn't know were the only ones who had received this punishment.

"Greg Smatters, you'll be assisting Jinx prepare the meals. Hank Thomas, you'll be doing the dishes. Jim Hawkings, you can take out the trash."

Not too bad, he thought, following the other two to the kitchen. Then the cook motioned him off into a side room and his mouth dropped. It was full of garbage, overflowing with it. Pizza boxes to the ceiling, discarded fruits against the walls. Bits of metals and scraps of junk lined the floor. A box full of white garbage bags sat right behind the door.

"Well, boy, what're you waiting for?" asked the cook. "Get to work!"

Wondering how on earth he was going to finish his homework tonight, Jim flung his bag on the floor and began his long, filthy task.

RLS Bloodthirst:

Oxy scowled out at the world from his perch atop Moron. The gears in Silver's head were working furiously- he couldn't care less about the captain or her canine companion, but anyone who touched his Jimbo was going to pay. The question was, how. All Silver knew was that he had to get to Jim before the pirates could.

"The captain's coming," said Moron. "You better be ready, Silver. If he doesn't like you, you'll be dead before you can blink.

Silver blinked.

The door opened.

In stepped an enormous alien. He wasn't fat, not at all. Actually, he was so slender it seemed impossible his legs could hold that much weight. But he was so tall, he had to stoop to clear the doorway. He was a pale, pale shade of green, almost transparent. He looked fragile- his five legs looked like glass. His two blue eyes rested on swiveling stalks, his mouth a mere slit.

"Sssilver," he whispered raspily, his voice more of a hiss. "I have heard much about you."

"Hopefully about what a good poker player I am," he joked nervously.

"Mmm," the creature said, looking him up and down. "I am Xen. Captain Xen."

"The Captain Xen?" asked Silver amazed. "I heard he was- you were- just a myth!"

"I'm more than just a myth, as you can see," Xen hissed. "I'm all too real."

A brief silence descended over the hold, then Oxy spoke up, unable to contain himself. "So, boss. Are we gonna keep him or kill him?"

"Keep him," said Xen. "At least for now. He... interests me."

If Silver wasn't mistaken, Oxy seemed disappointed. Well, well, well. His old mates weren't happy to see him. Not a surprise, really. He wasn't all too thrilled about seeing them, either. Not when they were planning to go after his Jim.

"Wellllll, Moron, how about you show our new frrriend here around the ship?" asked Xen. "I have important matters to attend to. I shall be seeing you soon, Silver." With that, he turned and swept out of the room.

"Captain Xen," Silver murmured in awe. So the legend lived, too bad for him. It was going to make everything that much harder.


And there we are. Not much to say this time, other than please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please review!!!!!!