Pirates of Infinite Space
a Treasure Planet fan fiction
by Lord Akiyama
Disclaimer: With the exception of Clarice, Black Sam Roberts and Peter Reynolds, all characters are more than likely the property of Disney. The character of Clarice is the property of Long Meg Silver and is used with permission (Thanks Meg - XD)
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Chapter 11 - Bloodlust
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Scroop watched as a longboat from the ship descended to the mystery planet's surface. The captain and Silver's girl were among the crew on that boat. He didn't care. He knows that they will eventually return. He makes for a longboat on his ship. It was the only thing he didn't destroy, should he needed it for a quick escape. At a slow and silent pace, he steered the longboat to the bottom of the Intrepid. No use bringing it aboard. That would spoil the element of surprise. With a grin on his face, Scroop hopped into the Intrepid.
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Days later...
"It is to my understanding that we will be arriving at the rendezvous point momentarily," Roberts said to Amelia. "Once there, I will collect eighty percent of our findings and we will be off."
"Normally I wouldn't complain about such an offer," Clarice interrupts, "but then again only one of the three bags made it out in one piece. Twenty percent of that is no more than enough to fill both of my hands."
"Try not to argue too much, Clarice," Amelia sighed. "Twenty percent better than losing all of it to him."
"That's right. And I am being a gentleman about the whole situation, Ms. Clarice. You'll have some share of the treasure and I will be off your back in no time. There's just one more thing I would like for you to do. And that would be to help me release your own crew from the barracks."
Clarice groaned. "Do I have to?" she asked Amelia. Amelia nodded and Clarice hung her head. "Fine, lead the way." Under her breath, Clarice mumbled additional words like, "Conning prick."
Roberts and Clarice walked down the stairs and into cabin area where the barracks were. They began to notice that outside, the weather was getting darker and the interior lights automatically shifted on. Clarice noticed that the lights within the cabin area were not turning on properly. Only one or two were on and they were barely lighting the rooms. Roberts looked ahead further and noticed something else.
"What in the world..." Roberts rushed over to what turned out to be two bodies, both members of his crew. Impaled through the chest or stomach. Possibly a slash here and there. Roberts looked up and noticed the dead bolts and door knobs knocked off. He kicked the door open and quickly closed his eyes. The entire crew locked in the barracks were slaughtered. Decapitated heads, impaled chests or stomachs, endless blood covering the entire room. Clarice ran up to join Roberts and nearly threw up.
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A minute or so later...
"Normally I would suspect you for such a violent act," Amelia said, looking about the endless result of the carnage in the barracks. "But because I know for a fact that you barely had time to leave my presence to do anything, you are personally off the hook."
"Besides, I don't think Roberts would be able to do anything like this," Clarice commented, surveying the massacre. "Roberts worries too much about being a gentleman. A gentleman would clean up after himself. The murderer was messy and cared less of who he was killing."
"Now comes the million dollar question, ladies," Roberts said. "Who is the murderer?"
"From the look of the massacre, one would think that they killed each other," Clarice said. "Our crew and yours."
"Wait a minute," Amelia said. "Does anybody know where Reynolds is?" All three freeze in place. Too many thoughts raced through their minds before they bolted out of the cabins and up upon the deck. Rain was falling hard all over, making the deck a little slippery to walk upon. They looked about before spotting Reynolds, frightened like a little mouse, trying to board a longboat with the bag of treasure they retrieved from Maladar. Reynolds turned frantically and noticed the three looking upon him with surprise and questionable disbelief.
"I can't stay on this ship any longer, Captain," Reynolds yelled. "Right from the beginning this mission had been jeopardized and I will not allow some pirate take what is mine. I won't allow myself to get killed."
"So you've seen the massacre," Amelia said.
"That man will kill us all and take our treasure. Look what he did to your crew in the barracks."
"I'm afraid you're mistaken, Mr. Reynolds. There is absolutely no way Mr. Roberts could have time to kill them."
"Then who killed them? That girl with the cybernetic arm?"
"Hey buster, don't you dare accuse me! I'll kick yer ass so hard you'll be wishing you never found out how to get to Maladar!"
It was then that all were silent. Reynolds slowly looked and noticed that a blood drenched claw was sticking through him and the bag of treasure. The moment Clarice finished her sentenced, Reynolds had been stabbed. Coins began to fall out onto the deck before Reynolds and the bag were hoisted up and dropped into the infinite space. It was then that Amelia, Roberts, and Clarice looked upon the murderer.
"Why captain," Scroop chuckled, "ye looked surprised ta see me." A flash of lightning struck in the distance. A quickly as the light flashed, so was the appearance of Scroop. His chuckle made it apparent that he was still on board the ship. Clarice quickly turned her left hand into a pistol.
Amelia unsheathed a cutlass and looked about the darkness. Roberts didn't move, but eyed up into the rafters. He quickly turned and grabbed both of Scroop's arms. Clarice and Amelia watched as the test of strength between Scroop and Roberts was in effect. Both men struggled to get the upper hand until Roberts dropped his body and tossed Scroop over. Scroop quickly landed on his feet and took a swipe at Roberts. He connected at the mid-section, tearing off the top half of Robert's body from his legs. Scroop chuckled a little before resuming his attack.
Clarice tried to fire her pistol, but Scroop swiftly moved and knocked her down with the back of his claw. He begins to weave a web to tie up Clarice. "I'll deal wit ye shortly," he chuckled. He then went on a full attack against Amelia. Amelia slashed her sword left and right, but Scroop was too quick and dodged every slash she made. He finally knocked her down to the ground and held her in place.
"I'm not gonna kill ye now," he whispered. "First I'm gonna bring ye back ta Montressor. There, I'm gonna kill yer husband. And then, slowly tear inta yer kids. Like tha nightmare before, only ta yer very own lil children. Ye'll be beggin' fer yer own death, which I won't grant ye. I'm gonna make ye live a new nightmare."
Suddenly, a rope was fastened around his neck. Scroop was pulled to the ground. He looked to see Roberts grinning as he pulled hard on the rope. "But, that's impossible!" Scroop cursed. "I cut ye in two!" A strong wind pushed hard against the front of the ship, sending Scroop flying. Clarice noticed that he was flying towards her. She quickly shifted her hand into a blade and impaled the spider when they made contact. Roberts pulled hard on the rope, cause Scroop to fling back to the ground.
Scroop slowly sat up, looking at the impaled mark in his chest. It was then that he noticed a shadow behind him. He turned only to witness darkness there after. Amelia slashed two-thirds of Scroop's head off, leaving only an eye, part of his mouth, and most of his neck attached to his lifeless body. The rest of the head flew off the ship, into the infinite space. After sometime, Amelia dropped to her knees and cried. She had avenged her parents once and for all.
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"Was nearly killed thirty years ago by a pair of pirates," Roberts said as he reattached himself to his legs. "I have this friend who was a doctor. He said that the only way to save my life was a dangerous operation. Causing me to lose almost my entire body to cybernetics. I guess my decision to have it happen was a good one after all."
Amelia and Clarice were still puzzled and confused. So this whole time Roberts was part cyborg. At least that was one mystery about this guy they don't have to worry too much about. When Roberts was completely reattached, he picked up the coins that were scattered from the bag Reynolds died with.
"Go ahead and keep it," Clarice said to Amelia's surprise. "Think of it as a reward for helping us."
"Well, at least someone is turning into quite a fine young lady. I'll remember to mention that the next time I have a little run in with Silver." Roberts waved farewell to the women and hopped onto the longboat. He engaged the engines and flew off into the distance. Amelia turned to Clarice only to see a giant grin on the young woman's face.
"I guess everyone forgot that I had my own little pouch," Clarice chuckled as she revealed the leather pouch hanging to her belt on the right side.
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to be concluded...
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