A/N: Hi everybody! Okay, so I just remembered that the It's not the STA that Jim should be going to, but the Interstellar Academy. I'll go back and change it sometime, but from this point forward, he's going to the Interstellar Academy. Sorry about the mix-up.

Disclaimer: I do not own Treasure Planet.

"Name?" the large, purple man with four arms asked Jim as he readied his quill and paper with two of the hands and snapped for a set of clothes with the other set.

"Jim Hawkins." Jim replied aptly.

Before him, there had been several students who had replied slowly and with only their first or last names (one had even thought to give a nickname). They had received a glare, a gruff push and mocking words when they were out of earshot from the purple signup man and the green clothing man. Jim could have sworn he received a slight smile before a pack of clothes bound in a canvas that would serve as his blanket and his new boots.

He was ushered along to his cabin, where he would stay for the two-week journey to the dwarf planet that the Interstellar was located on. Rough iron fittings in the shape of 456 glared down at him uninvitingly. Jim scowled back before entering.

The room was of the same dark wood that the rest of the ship was made out of. There was a wrought iron bunk bed in the upper right corner, next to a circular window that was barely one foot in diameter. Parallel to the beds was a simple desk, no more than a board of four legs, actually. There was no chair, but there were two chests in the room, one next to the desk and one at the end of the bottom bunk. Jim shrugged. He could always use one of those to sit on. Both the chests and desk were made of a much lighter and not as finely crafted wood, than that of the vessel.

Jim noticed that a pack and a pair of boots were set on the top bunk. Looks like my bunk-mate is already aboard. Jim thought. He dumped everything that he was carrying onto the bottom bed and sat. There really was not much to look at, but Jim could guess that before the trip was over, he would count the knots in the wood more than once.

He looked down at the clothes he had been issued. It consisted of a beige shirt with short sleeves, a dark pair of brown trousers, boots that were not unlike his own, standard pair, as well as a black coat with four over-large brown buckles on the front. They were not much, but it was good enough for him. Might as well get dressed.

Jim stripped off his shirt, but before he could reach for the new one, it jumped away. At first, Jim did not really process what had happened. He had been so used to Morph stealing things at home, he was not surprised that the shirt had jumped away. But as he remembered that Morph was well on his way back home to Dr. Doppler's house and recoiled from the shirt in surprise.

There was a slight chuckling before a man appeared on the bed. "Ay, mate." The man moved out from under the bed. He looked like a giant green lizard; a Rettile of the reptilian order. The lizard laughed, "Ya jumped like a Rettilian jack-rabbit." He stuck out a hand, "Name's Gordon."

Jim shook his hand, a little disconcerted by Gordon's Rettilian accent. "Jim Hawkins."

"Ay, Jim, me messmate. I'ma goin to my sister's room ta see if she got in alright, you wanna come an' explore the hold?"

Jim smiled, already liking the Rettilian, and shook his head. "I'm going to change and get started on unpacking."

Gordon shrugged, his cheerful demeanor undeterred, "Ach, ya don't know what you're missin', mate."

The Rettilian left and Jim shook his head. This is going to be an interesting two weeks. He thought before quickly changing into his new clothes. Deciding against the black jacket, he rolled the deep green canvas out and stretched it tight across the bottom-bunk. Ever since he had decided to enter the Interstellar Academy, Amelia had come into his room every morning to make sure there was not a wrinkle in his bed. With the hard mattresses here, he thought he could bounce a coin off the bed.

Jim lay on the bed, closing his eyes momentarily. He could not believe that he had gotten into the most prestigious flight academy in the galaxy, perhaps the universe! And he had done it through pure talent! Granted, Amelia had contacted some people, but she had only told them of his feats and he had been taken into consideration. To think that his talent, which had gotten him arrested before, now allowed him to get an education!

He was sure that he would change his life. No more punk tricks, no more breaking the rules for the hell of it. From now onwards, he would stay in line and show everyone that he was going somewhere…

Mmmpphh.

Jim sat bolt-right. What had that been?

Mmmpph. Mop.

Jim's attention was brought to his bag, where it still sat at the foot of the bed. Warily, he watched as it moved and another noise was issued from it. The bag moved as if there was a wild animal in it. Jim carefully crept forward, a suspicion rising in his head. He unzipped the bag quickly.

Immediately, B.E.N.'s bronze heads popped out of the bag. He swiveled his head about until he caught sight of Jim, leaning back on the bed with his arms crossed, an I'm-waiting-for-an-explanation-and-it-had-better-be-good look on his face. B.E.N.'s green eyes widened expressively and he ducked his head back into the momentary safety of the bag.

"B.E.N.!"

"Ah-ha-ha," B.E.N. laughed nervously. "Hi Jimmy, looks like we're roommates, oh-buddy-oh-friend!"

"No it I throw you off the boat," Jim growled.

And, so, for the next few minutes, total chaos ensued. Just as Jim had started to push B.E.N. out of the window, a loud blast of a whistle could be heard. Jim paled and dropped the robot, muttering 'no no no' all the way to the door. As he stepped out into the hallway, he was pushed back into his room by a large, orange alien.

"Hey, kid. Stay in that room, we're about to take off and the captain don't want no movement till we engage the artificial gravity."

Jim grit his teeth and went back into the room, where he proceeded to have a freak out for a full fifteen minutes. When he finally was able to calm down for a few minutes, he began to repeat 'okay' until B.E.N. jumped on him.

"Get a hold of yourself, man," B.E.N. cried as he slapped Jim.

Jim caught his breath and pushed the robot off him. He spread his hands, his stance bent as if he expected to be set upon by the guards at any moment.

"Okay, okay," he panted, "this is what we're gonna do. We're gonna stay in this room until we make port in a week. Until then, we're gonna keep you hidden."

"But Jim, how am I going to report to the captain…"

"No! No one is going to see you!" Jim said, getting more and more stressed.

There was a click. The pair whirled around and watched as the door slowly opened. Jim was frozen in place as Gordon stepped into the room.

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