Disclaimer: Don't own treasure planet. Only the plot and the characters that were never present in the movie are mine. I did make up the names for the species of aliens on my own though!
Chapter 1: Your eyes
"Mira look at that guy! He's gorgeous," whispered a feminine voice with an excited squeal as one thin green hand with three long skinny fingers and one thumb tugged on a crisp white shirtsleeve, "come on! look!"
"Whatever," came the distracted feminine reply as she brushed her Roginen friend's hand from her arm and creaked further onto the wooden deck—the sound inaudible in the androgynous chatter surrounding them. All was forgotten as indigo eyes sparkled with awe and drank in the surroundings. The crew was omnipresent—some assembling the flag, others scrutinizing the mechanical workings of the aircraft to make sure they were in top functioning order for the voyage. Some men were freighting barrels of supplies and others were up above inspecting the solar sails. Miranda Sicloen lifted her head as best as she could with her behemothic haversack on her back.
Her friend, Sidney Armstrong, had insisted that they carry the objects—each holding clothes that Miranda knew they would never have the opportunity to wear. Thus the pack was unnecessary, but it was part of the agreement in exchange for the Roginen's company. And, though she would never admit it out loud, Miranda desperately needed Sidney Armstrong's company.
Dark hair fell from her copper face as she watched members of the crew flip in the air and walk across the extensions for the sails. Their movements were so acrobatic and smooth she hoped she'd be able to maneuver the way they did some day. For now she was just their humble "cook". The thought of inexperience did little to quench her excitement. I can't believe I'm here! I'm going on an ADVENTURE! A galaxy known as the ocean of no return! The danger! The near brushes with death! And I might live to tell the tale!
"Now his beautifulness is gone and you missed him," she heard her friend comment disappointedly and turned back to see a small pout on the green alien's wide frog-like face.
"Honestly Sid, you're a sucker for every guy with a toned body and a pretty face." The pout turned to an evil grin as Sidney brushed a strand of her long brown hair from her yellow colored eyes.
"And a cute butt." This statement was greeted with a fierce glare and Sidney stared back with feigned innocence. "What?"
"You're sick you know that?"
"Nah, I'm just more normal than you'll ever be. Seriously, have you every liked a man?" Miranda crossed her arms and averted her gaze from the curious ones of her amphibian-like friend.
"All men are jerks. I would rather jump into a black hole than fall in love with any of them." She heard soft scolding clucks from her companion and looked back to see Sidney with her hands on her hips.
"I know you will like this one so I will make sure you see him and fall instantaneously in love." With that the shorter woman reached out her long limbed green arm and took hold of her human friend pulling her to see the handsome human.
"Wait!" protested Mira as the Roginen grabbed her hand and moved with such speed she was forced to sprint to catch up with her and save her poor arm from being dislocated. How in Etherians name does she run so fast with this huge thing on her back? It weighs a ton! Sidney's movements didn't appear to be hindered one bit by the baggage, but Mira on the other hand was struggling. "Why..are…you…pulling me along for?" she rasped, winded. I don't need to see this guy! I already know I won't be interested. But as soon as the question was out Sidney stopped abruptly, causing the unfortunate human girl to slam into her back unmercifully and groan curses at the exploding colors she saw with the contact. She dropped her bag and gripped her throbbing forehead, which felt as if someone was repeatedly banging it with a sledgehammer. Sidney has such a hard head. Now I know why nothing I ever say goes through.
"Behold!" announced Sidney in euphoria.
"Yeah, behold what I'm about to do to you!" she retorted angrily as she looked in the direction the Roginen pointed. Her anger immediately dissipated when she saw the side profile of the human man—her breath catching in her mouth and her chest contracting almost painfully at the strength that radiated from his tall attractive frame. He was talking to someone, only she didn't really see who for her surroundings became lighter, blurring at the edges as her vision focused in on his silhouette.
There was something about him that was making her blood pound viciously and noticeably faster in her veins. Something about him that consumed her in suffocating dizziness and made her ache to see him up close. It was more than his gorgeous looks, and as her eyes roved over his apparel she suddenly knew—he was just like her. He was a mourning lost soul as well. He wore a long black trench coat with a high folded collar, black pants stuffed neatly into heavy black men's knee high boots decorated with buckles and he wore black gloves…but there was something else too. There was gold as well. It lined the shoulder lengths of his jacket, was embroidered around the edge of his collar, and was sewn in two strips around each cuff of his sleeves. It was obvious that one event or more had transpired to grieve this soul, but there was also hope, a little bit of gold, that kept him living. Barely, but still living. Just like her…
Suddenly he looked towards her and her heart nearly flew out her mouth when their eyes locked.
He has blue eyes, she instantly thought. They were a stormy grayish blue that she gauged were capable of expressing an avalanche of overwhelming pent up emotion. But they held a coldness and a recklessness that prevented the natural beauty from shining through. His smile disappeared and he turned away from her and back to his former conversation. She didn't understand why her heart dropped in hurt disappointment. Not like I care that you don't care, jerk, her mind retorted defensively, and she felt better and more confident. You're just like all the rest….
"I knew you would like him Mira," Sidney's voice interrupted Miranda's thoughts again, and the human girl squinted down at the Roginen who, she noticed, now wore an impish grin.
"Sidney you should know me by now," she murmured dangerously, "he's not my type. I'm not interested." Sid looked back at her with a wide-eyed and confused, though secretly knowing, expression.
"You were just in this major trance and walking towards him!" countered Sidney. A teasing smile came to her lips. "Oh I see, you're in denial!"
"Shutup," said Mira, and Sid dropped her haversack as she crossed her eyes and stuck out her hands like a zomibie.
"I want you really hot and sexy guy…come to me really hot and sexy guy…I want…oww." Sidney clutched her shoulder in pain where Mira had punched her.
"Shutup will you! I told you I'm not interested."
"Hey! That hurt!"
"Good!" said Mira harshly as she picked up her knapsack and hoisted it back on her back, "Maybe then you'll learn to stop playing around."
"Sour puss!" retorted Sidney as she too got up and imitated Miranda's actions.
"Whatever, we have to find the Captain anyway so we can be shown our rooms and can unpack our stuff."
"You were just drooling over him." Miranda's heart jumped at the statement as her eyes widened.
"Are you….serious?" she asked alarmed.
"Yep." Oh no, that means I have to see him everyday. Miranda found herself loathing the prospect. "That's Captain James Hawkins."
His name resonated in her mind and she was happy for once in her life that her skin color was much darker than most humans in the Etherian universe—for heat had flooded to her face. She did not understand why hearing his name abashed her so greatly. She scowled, trying to cover up the embarrassing feeling. Anger was always an excellent mask. "Yipee," she responded sarcastically. "Well at least you'll have a man to drool over through the entire voyage." Sidney giggled.
"Nah, I much rather prefer the guy he's talking to. I mean, check out that hunk a muscle." Again as Miranda glanced in his direction she felt her heart-rate increase, and the tightening in her chest, but this duration she also regarded the towering sailor he was conversing with who wore a black tank-top and grey baggy pants covered by brown heavy duty boots. He was a hulking grey skinned beast, who had three pairs of eyes in his head and a long snout with teeth that looked very much like fangs flashing white as he spoke. When he paused and closed his lips, impressions of the teeth could be seen through the ashy grey skin. His ebony hair was spiked and a silver earring, much like Captain Hawkins's, hung from his left ear. Captain Hawkins…reverberated through her mind again. Idiot, he's a man! One of those no good lying perverted ungrateful evil and disgusting men!
"Makes you want to bite him, doesn't it? Just to see if his skin is as steely as it seems," Sidney continued, "But you know, if I did that, I might risk breaking some teeth."
"Whatever," replied Mira turning away from Sidney and the two men; just a little disturbed by the visual imagery her friend had painted in her mind.
"Well come on, let's go meet them so I can flir…I mean we can get to our rooms." Miranda watched her friend walk boldly up to the two men in fascination. She was so brave! She was not afraid to meet them. So what the phisc is wrong with me? she wondered. But then again, Sidney had never had to go through some of the things she did. Lucky…she thought enviously as she followed behind and pretended nonchalance.
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"Excuse me, Captain Hawkins?" came a feminine voice and Jim turned his head to see a pretty Roginen girl smiling up at him. He rewarded her grin with a slight smile of his own that encouraged and assured Sidney that she had the right guy. "My name is Lorel Adenon, and my friend Maya Lucendown and I were hired to be the new cooks on your ship, just for this voyage." At the introduction of the second girl Jim found himself looking into the eyes of the same woman that he had deliberately turned away from before. She was dangerous, with those eyes of hers. They were a dark indigo like the color of Montressor's night sky and were as endless in depth as the ongoing universe.
She had dark, full brown lips and smooth, chocolate brown skin. The color accentuated her pretty eyes that he noticed were hooded by long, thick, naturally curled lashes. Her long, wavy, ebony hair was braided and thrown haphazardly over her shoulder, and curls escaped appealingly about her face. Quite the curvaceous woman, Jim gathered that she was not too keen on showing off her body as she wore a baggy buttoned down white shirt tucked in baggy brown pants stuffed in ugly traveling boots. Her attire did not downplay her intoxicating beauty that made it difficult for him to breathe, nor did it change his fascination in her darker pigmentation. What planet are you from? he wondered for he had never seen a human with her color before. Maybe she's a different species of human? She averted her eyes to the floor and it hit him that he had yet to respond to the Roginen. "Welcome aboard my ship Lorel………Maya…." He said smiling slightly at the amphibian like alien, "thanks for saving us from empty stomachs and diarrhea. No offense but the last time Regal here cooked something for me, I barfed for a week."
"Hey," protested the giant of a man as Sidney giggled and Maya looked back up to watch the exchange.
"Anyway, my very helpful first mate here will take your bags for you and show you to the galley and your rooms for the voyage."
"Hey!" said Regal again and a touch of a smile came to Maya's lips. God she's so phiscin pretty. He averted his eyes from hers and turned back to the whining Smede, releasing a breath he had not realized he had been holding. "That's your job cap'n!"
Jim smugly folded his arms and leaned against the railing of the ship, "I'm awaiting our 'very special guests' soooo I'm busy. Sorry." Regal glared but acquiesced and took the bags both girls were carrying in one hand. He was indeed a very strong Kinopticon, and his loyalty had brought them together in friendship.
"Oh Regal," said Sidney in an over exaggerated flirtatious voice, "you're so strong! I wonder what else you could do with those lovely muscles of yours. They are quite nice by the way." The giant Kinopticon looked uncomfortably at the Roginen—he was never good at the whole flirting thing.
"Thanks," he muttered quietly. Was that a blush on his cheeks? Jim found himself holding in laughter. "I'd prefer if…you called me Smede. Only certain people are allowed to call me Regal." Lorel giggled and nodded vigorously.
"Sure no problem Regal," she replied and Jim could not help but allow a chuckle to escape at the flustered look that came to the giant's face. "So you must have some awesome tales to tell if you feel the need to look this built, so spill." Smede gaped and looked at Jim for help. The evil Captain, enjoying the exchange shook his head in denial—Regal was on his own. So, not knowing what to do, he silently headed for the galley.
"You aren't just gonna leave me here are you!" she called after him, and Regal ignored her. Lorel Adenon's eyes began to shine, "He passes!" and she was after him in a flash leaving Jim alone with Maya Lucendown who watched the two drawing farther away. She had not spoken since she and her Roginen friend had approached Jim, and the young Captain longed to hear her voice. He imagined it sounded strong yet soothing; able to draw attention but also sweet enough so you could fall asleep just listening to her.
"You might want to follow your friend so you can…get settled." He said to her casually as he took the opportunity of talking to her to stare at her again. She looked back at him and his breath caught at her eyes—hypnotized. He unconsciously moved closer toward her till they were mere inches apart. If he leaned down right now their lips would touch and he could drown in her, as if he were sipping hot chocolate. And…something in her eyes snapped him out of his fantasy; bitter hatred and fear so venomous he took a step backward. The beauty that once lay in her eyes was replaced by a cold harden stare that made Jim shuddered inwardly. The message was clear, she was forbidden. What the shaud were you thinkin anyway Hawkins? He was suddenly deeply ashamed of himself.
"Thank you," she said but her voice was not what he had thought it would sound like. It sounded bitter, aggressive, cold, angry…full of disappointment. He had the eeriest feeling that he had failed some kind of test. She turned away from him and ran to catch up with his first mate and her friend, leaving Jim to wallow in his self-loathing.
What in Etherians name is wrong with me? How can I just lust after her like that? I JUST MET THE WOMAN! Jim was not known to go to galactic nightclubs and meet women where his association would inevitably lead to one-night stands. His abstinence was legendary among his crew, and knowing his reasons and his painful past, they greatly respected him for it. But what changed when Maya Lucendown stepped into his vision?… her skin?.. Her eyes? He'd honestly never seen anything like it…because if he did he would have remembered the beautifiul uniqueness of it. She could drive a guy crazy like Catherine can…
I mean could…could….why do I still think of her as if she was still here…she left me...I still can't believe... she would leave me...
Jim did not understand why the tears still surfaced at the old wound, why the lump that had kept him silent for months still rose, why the feeling of numbness still enshrouded him whenever he thought of honey brown sun kissed hair, and deep valley green eyes always sparkling with mischief and keeping him guessing. She was so perfect, his match in everyway—just as daring and as reckless, just as loving and caring, just as lonely until they found each other and the void was filled. They had each other and nothing could tear them apart…well that was what they thought. He removed his gloves one by one. You need to forgive Hawkins…but you can't…………..I can't. He fumbled in his pocket, and brought out the small 3-inch stick he carried with him placing it in his mouth. A bitter smile played on his lips as he thought, Catherine used to hate it when I smoked... She was the reason I had quit... He switched on the button and took a long drag, feeling the contaminated air swishing into his lungs and calming his frayed frantic nerves. He held his breathe, wanting to imprison the feeling for as long as he could, but finally he couldn't hold it anymore, and he reluctantly released it. The morbid horrible feeling disappeared little by little as he blew out the contaminated air.Yes, it's working... he thought as he drew in more.
He breathed in again, feeling himself relax as he leaned against the railing and looked out at the crowd of shoppers and vendors bustling about the Montressor Space Station. I need a drink, but this will have to do for now. He blew out the next breath, watching the black haze escape his body. He knew he was killing himself, but frankly he didn't care. It was funny how this remedy only took away the pain for a short while. It would always come back, at the most unexpected moments.
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Trissa Befuni was quite ticked off with her geek of a boyfriend Israel Zenka and his other scientist companion Ludiwick Cosentop. I still don't understand why the shaud we're going on this trip. We could have went to a nice sightseeing planet, but noooo we have to go to the Coral Galaxy where anyone stupid enough to have gone their NEVER COMES BACK! She crossed her arms, fuming inwardly but having a blank impassive mask plastered on her face. If he wasn't rich I would soooo not be with him.
"Look their dearest," he said in that uber annoying arrogant proud banter of his. Seriously he needed to tone down his ego. Why was she going out with him again? Oh yeah, yeah, right…cause he buys me whatever I want. Except for this trip. Had no say in it whatsoever! Oh why did I pretend to be interested in science? Why!.
"What is it honey?" she asked sugary sweetly as she came up beside him and Ludiwick. He immediately put his arm around her shoulder since he was much taller than she was—tall and lanky. "That's the ship, the Silver." Hunk a junk…reflexively snapped into her mind. Whenever Israel was in awe of something she found herself compulsively feeling the opposite, even if it was cool. But of course he would never know that. He thought she was the really beautiful and attractive woman of style who had fallen prey to his irresistible genius wiles and would love him forever. For a genius he sure is an idiot!
"It's…beautiful," she commented, knowing that's what he wanted to hear. She should win the Space Arts Award for best actor, because she was quite adroit.
"Yes it is, now let's go meet the Captain." They agreed and headed toward their…destiny, the Montressor space-station luggage robot following loyally behind them.
Lale: Please be nice and leave a review...(edited December 5, 2005). I love to hear what people think! (just don't flame me...those are plain irritating. If you don't like it tell me why without being unecessarily insulting)