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Dawnbreaker

Solisequious, Chapter 2

(Cyborg!Ezra x F!Reader with last name) [+18]

Mr. Green turned to face you fully, and you realize the unnatural vibes you were getting were not unwarranted, turning your guts to ice on the spot.

Cyborg.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4k

Content warnings: Fighting, Treasure Planet physics, food mention, unintentional flirting.

A/N: Ezra time :3

Crescentia Station.

Living well up to its name, the moon-shaped spaceport glittered like a scimitar of polished ivory out the window of the ferry as you and Tillie ascended to make port. Serving as Montressor’s key trading station with the rest of the sector, the galactic shipyard teemed with activity; from long-keeled cargo ships laden down with interstellar goods, to neat and narrow clippers with their voluminous sails built to ride even the most challenging solar winds.

As you disembarked the little transport, you scanned over the myriad of species that swarmed the terminals like a hive of insects, trying not to be dissuaded by the fact that none of them were the same as you. Humans weren’t common so far from Terran on the other side of the galaxy, but you figured you’d spot at least one at such a busy port.

Ignoring your own scarcity, you and Dr. Doppler made the trek from the ferry to the ship you’ve hired for the excursion, and it doesn’t take you long at all to find. The RLS Dawnbreaker stood out like a jewel amongst the rest, hovering elegantly along her pier. Crewmates scuttled below her majestic keel, hoisting crates and barrels into her open hull to prepare for the long journey ahead.

“Wowzers… How’d you swing us such a fine ride, Til?” You asked in amazement as the ship’s towering masts briefly blotted out the sun on your approach to the gangway.

Tillie did a double take at her boarding pass to make sure you were at the right terminal before following you up the steps to the ship. “My brother Matey owed me a favor, and to be honest I’m not sure how he did it, but I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it.”

The ship’s deck was even more alive than the causeway below her, and you narrowly missed having your head removed from your body by a pallet swinging overhead. From atop the stack of lifted crates a multi-eyed alien yelled at you in an unknown language, but you got the gist of ‘get the hell out of the way’. You forgot to watch where you were going and ran face-first into something large and squishy, your surprised grunt deafened by a horrid farting noise.

“Oh, excuse me, I didn’t-” You began, but the towering pink goo creature immediately started to chew you out with a series of toots and honks that would make a finer lady faint from the obscenity of it.

Beside you, Tillie cocked her head, her pointed ears going straight up, then pinned down, followed by a face so disgusted you would have swore the creature had just given the poop deck its name. She pushed you aside gently and cleared her throat, “Allow me… pthbbt fft fttft THURRRBBB ptbthbthbthbthb toot toot toot…pieEEeent.”

The alien took one look at Dr. Doppler and the ridiculous noises she had just made and immediately started laughing, or what counted as laughing in their language, but to you it was just more fart noises. They saluted with one tentacle and moved along, still chuckling to themselves as they went. Tillie grinned at you with all the smugness of the Cheshire cat, “I’m fluent in Flatulent, don’t you know! Dad would have just loved that.”

“Flatulent… cool.” you mused, following your Felinid companion towards who you guessed was the captain. The wide-shouldered crocodyliform cut a robust figure in his blood-red doublet even from the back, his stubby green tail swishing gently from side to side as he surveyed the embarkation. You threw a haphazard salute, “Everything looking ship-shape, captain?”

His long toothy snout swiveled around to meet your greeting with a well meaning but somewhat unsettling grin. “Aye lass, but ahm no’ the captain’o this ship. The captain is aloft.” He gestured up towards the furled topsails with one scaly clawed hand, and as if on cue a figure leaped from the mizzen to the main mast and swung acrobatically from a rope to the deck, landing gracefully on their feet with barely a sound.

Before you now stood a tall and lanky bird lady dressed in a navy blue frock coat and tall, knee-high boots. Her head and neck were covered in shimmering white feathers that made the bright orange circles around her four black eyes stick out even more than the long charcoal feathers protruding off the back of her head.

“Mr. Bolt!” She clacked, marching up to the now-named lizard with majestic arrogance. “I’ve inspected this miserable tub from stem to stern and I am absolutely flummoxed to say that it’s… spot on. Well done, Mr. Bolt.” She smiled at the first mate when he tipped his hat to her, then cocked a feathery brow down at you and your companion. “Dr. Doppler I presume? And Ms. Hawkins? Welcome aboard the Dawnbreaker, I’m Captain Fiona.”

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Tillie started, throwing a hand out to shake, but the eagle-eyed woman disregarded it. “Ahem, anyway, we should go over the map that leads to the aurela-”

The captain slapped a white-gloved hand over Tillie’s muzzle, silencing her quickly. Around you, a couple of crewmates suddenly resumed their tasks, giving away that they may have been eavesdropping. Fiona got right in Tillie’s face and hissed: “Keep your blabbering mouth shut, Doctor. My office, now.”

Fiona locked the heavy bulkhead door behind her as you, Dr. Doppler, and Mr. Bolt filed into the captain’s cabin. It’s a stately room with a wide aft window spanning the entire back wall, giving a nearly unobstructed view of Crescentia Station. Captain Fiona paced quickly into the suite, her quadrocular expression cross. “You would do well to keep that piehole of yours shut, Doctor Doppler. I don’t trust this crew your brother hired any further than I can throw them. What was it I said about them this morning, Mr. Bolt, right before my morning cup of coffee? It was quite clever…”

“You called them a scurvy-ridden cesspool o’ degenerate, hag-born snakes, ma’am.”

“Ah, yes. That was quite good, wasn’t it?” Fiona mused with a laugh, “And I stand by it. This crew that Matey acquired for the expedition sets my teeth on edge, and you would do well to zip your flapping cockhole lest the more unsavory of the lot get some mutinous ideas.”

Tillie balked, “Flapping cockhole?! N-now see here-”

“No, you see here.” Fiona interrupted, standing up to her full height that gives her a few inches over your companion. “I only agreed to this outlandish excursion because I owed Matey Doppler a favor, but to you I owe nothing. This is my ship, Doctor, and you would do well to follow my orders. What sort of doctor are you anyway? Medical I should hope?”

“…Zoologist.”

“Phenomenal.” The captain’s four onyx eyes seemed to cut Tillie to the bone, her eagerness to endure the coming journey already beginning to wane. “Now then, the map, if you please.”

You pulled the neatly-folded parchment from your pocket, but kept the aurelac to yourself. The captain took it from you carefully, her stern expression suddenly excited as she plotted the course to the unexplored corner of the Etherium. “Very good, we can make this journey in a few months’ time.” She crossed the large room with three easy strides towards a tall cabinet and swiftly stored the map under lock and key. “Ms. Hawkins, your grandfather’s reputation precedes you, but that says nothing to me about you. Tell me, aside from regular disputes with law enforcement, what experience do you have as a spacer?”

Spacer? “Uh… I can fly a solar surfer? And I’m good at fixing things.” The combination of these admittances made you suddenly homesick, flashing the memory of grandad’s solar board back above the fireplace mantel where it belongs. That was the one condition Sarah made you agree to since she didn’t trust you to return home with it alive. You swallowed the thought down and stood as proudly as you could, awaiting the captain’s orders.

She tilted her head down at you, the muscles in her jaw setting her beak stiff with disdain. “A ‘solar surfer’ is not a ship, Ms. Hawkins, and being able to fix or fly one does not a spacer make. You’ll be assigned to the galley with the other human, Mr. Green, as his assistant. Though I don’t trust him any more than the rest of his ilk he’s at least been starborne, which is more than I can say of you, and hopefully that will keep the two of you out of trouble. Mr. Bolt, will you show her to her station?”

You choked trying to formulate an argument, but Mr. Bolt’s reptilian physique was already ushering you out the door, and you can’t do much else but fume on the way to the ship’s kitchen. Before you’ve even arrived at the stairs leading down through the deck hatch you could smell something being prepared for the after-launch meal.

It cut through the scent of jute wax and sun-warmed wood that permeated the docks with ease; a spicy aroma that made you ache for the Benbow’s house special. You followed your nose -and your stomach- regardless of Mr. Bolt’s guidance, stepping out of the breezy afternoon and down into the dark hearth-warmth of the galley. Once the hubbub of the deck’s activities was blotted out by the rising wooden walls, your ears pick up what your nose could not:

Singing.

“Yew that is old, in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow

Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also

But when you have killed, and your bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn

Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.”

The sound of a human man’s rich, twangy baritone reverberated clearly over the clanging banging of the kitchen where he worked, a deep-timbred melody articulated with each cut of a knife or flip of a pan, turning the wooden walled galley into a tiny amphitheater all its own. You could see him now, past the low bench tables, circling the cooking crucible in a sort of dance, the fire’s shadows giving him an eerie, unnatural aura.

“Mr. Green.” the first mate barked, demanding the cooks attention.

“Well good afternoon, Mr. Bolt!” The man called with an educated southern drawl, wiping his hands off on his apron quickly before trying to make himself more presentable. “Had I known you were coming to grace my humble galley I would have tidied up a bit! To what do I owe the pleasure of your unannounced presence? Come to sample the launch-lunch?” Mr. Green turned to face you fully, and you realize the unnatural vibes you were getting were not unwarranted, turning your guts to ice on the spot.

Cyborg.

Nearly half of him seemed to have been replaced by mechanized augmentations, spanning from top to bottom of his right side. His prosthetic eye caught your own first, a red flickering light that seemed to reflect off of the rackish patch of blond hair jutting out from his temple, contrasting sharply with the rest of his otherwise dark brown curls that matched his remaining left eye’s hue. You didn’t see him smile as you took him in, your eyes locked to his cybernetic right arm as its vents hissed with steam, switching the knife attachment he was using to chop vegetables into one more resembling a skeletal metal hand.

“Ms. Hawkins ‘ere ‘as been assigned to be your assistant. She’s no’ been starborne so it’s up to you to teach her the ins-’n’-outs o’ the ship. Captain’s orders.” Mr. Bolt demanded, not giving you or the cook any room for argument before turning on his heel and marching back up the stairs. Mr. Green, aghast, stared in bewilderment as the first mate leaves, his jaw working to form a sentence that he cannot seem to find.

You filled it in for him. “Look, I don’t like it any more than you do, cyborg. If I’d know I was gonna get stuck in the kitchen I would have just stayed home.” You crossed your arms and slouched against the wall, eyeing Mr. Green with enough venomous skepticism to kill a lesser man.

“But then we would never have met, and truly that would be a crime against the stars themselves. How fortunate I am to make your acquaintance!” He laughed and stuck his mechanical arm out to you, the hand ‘accidentally’ replaced with a long knife blade. “Apologies! Has a mind of its own, it does.” he said, swapping back over to a shakeable grip, but you’d already had enough of his antics and refused.

“Mr. Green-”

“Please, call me Ezra. I won’t be forced to endure the pomp and circumstance any more’n I have to, and certainly not from such a maiden as fair and fierce as thee.” He broke out in a charming grin, and if you weren’t so deafened by the ‘beware the cyborg’ warning your father had bestowed on you blaring like a siren between your ears, you might have found him handsome. He smirked at your rough demeanor, making the crinkles around his eyes deepen. “Don’t let this hunk of hardware intimidate you, little bird. Took some gettin’ used to, but it has proven itself to be quite advantageous.”

The mechanical prosthetic whirred to life when Ezra returned to his cutting board, making short work of a pile of shellfish, then switching to another tool to dice up a handful of fat root vegetables faster and more efficiently than a mortal limb ever could. He masterfully swapped between gadgets, putting on a show just to impress your skeptical eyes. The hand became claws, then knives, then a saw, sending ingredients flying expertly around the kitchen. You managed to feign disinterest until he swapped to a literal flame thrower, charring some vegetables mid air as they were flung into the pot.

After throwing in a final dash of unknown spices, he dipped a deep-bowled ladle into the steaming gumbo and brought it to his fuzzy lips, sampling the stew with a contented sigh. “Perfection.” He purred, sauntering over to you with more pride than a peacock in heat. He held the spoons’ handle in his artificial hand, but his calloused left floated just under the bowl -and rather close to your chin- ready to catch any errant drips. “Here, try this.”

You glared at the ladle-full of soup being held so close to your face, but you couldn’t deny it did smell fantastic. Ezra caught your look of disdain and pouted; a pleading, innocent face. You supposed if it was poison he wouldn’t have taken a sample for himself, so you bucked up and took a sip.

Sweet stars above.

It’s delicious, warm and rich and just spicy enough that the heat of it burned like a wildfire from the depths of your belly to the tips of your toes, dropping the ambient temperature of the galley against your skin by several degrees. You closed your eyes and let Ezra tilt the spoon for you to take a deeper swig, savoring the rich and creamy texture and catching a chunk of some otherworldly vegetable between your teeth. It’s soft and flavorful, not mushy or over cooked like your sister sometimes did to the bonzabeast, and you were stuck by the sudden heartache of coming home.

Swallowing a mouthful of the most amazing gumbo you’d ever tasted, you slowly let Ezra pass you the ladle, ignoring the feel of his metal fingers brushing past yours, too engrossed with your own indulgence. There’s not nearly enough for you, and you downed the rest of it quickly, licking the lingering flavor of spices from off your lips with almost inappropriate leisure. When nothing remained, you let your eyes flicker back open and nearly jumped out of your own skin with how close Ezra had gotten.

“How is it?”

He was nearly in your face, his enormous brown eye watching you eagerly, eyebrows arched in anticipation. The details of his face were clearer now, or maybe you were finally able to take your gaze off of the non-human parts of him and see what remains. There’s a fine white scar across his left cheek parallel to the line of bristles hanging below his aquiline nose, the corners of which just barely brush a matching set of dimples bracketing his parted lips. You could see his hands out of your peripheral vision, the flesh-and-bone one fidgeting nervously with the tendon wires of the prosthetic, and you realized he’s waiting on you to give him an answer.

“It’s, uh… it’s good…”

Ezra beamed, a boyish smile that easily lit up the room. “Excellent! Can’t start a voyage off on a bad meal! It’s bad luck, y’know. I may be but a humble cyborg, but I always take pride in setting a voyage off on the right foot! Or, er, peg, in my case. Now, why don’t you head topside’n observe the launch, eh? There’ll be plenty’a opportunities to get to know each other better on the journey ahead!”

You agreed with Captain Fiona, Ezra and the crew probably couldn’t be trusted, but you find yourself unable to disagree with such a kind, genuine smile paired with such a delicious cup of broth. Maybe your dead-beat dad was just star-crazed about cyborgs, because this one didn’t seem like the type to cause any real harm. And, as much as you hated to admit it, the fact that he was easy on the eyes certainly helped. Nobody truly evil could make something as tasty as the gumbo and look so good doing it, so with a happy tummy you nodded and headed back up the creaky stairs.

Mr. Green watched you go until your bootheels disappeared past the steps, and the moment you were out of sight he let his charming grin dissipate, replaced with a near-snarling scowl. The red light of his optic flickered thoughtfully while he smoothed down the corners of his mustache using the rubber pads of his right hand’s claws.

“Hawkins, eh? How... convenient.”

“We’ve got the all-clear captain!”

The call from the lookout rang loud and true over the busy port, earning a nod from Captain Fiona. “Well, Mr. Bolt, are we ready to raise this creaking tub and get this expedition underway?”

“Aye, captain. All hands to stations!” Mr. Bolt bellowed, summoning a flurry of activity on the deck right as you exited the galley hatch. Spacers climbed the rigging shrouds with practiced ease up the masts, waiting on the call of “Loose all solar sails!” from the first mate. The sails splayed horizontally like enormous handheld fans, their hexagonal energy cells dull and lifeless in the shadow of Crescentia Station.

As the dozen or so halfshells unfurled above your head, the keel-jets flickered to life, gently nudging the Dawnbreaker out of her berth and into the open air. Over the taffrail you watched as the station fell away below you, obscured partially by a flurry of white-winged skyrays trailing after the ship. Mr. Bolt’s commands led the ship higher until she was no longer eclipsed by the station, the ivory sails swelling with the radiant power of Apollo’s kiss crackling to life across the canvas.

Once you’d risen into the open air, the gravity from the station began to wane, and you felt your feet leave the deck below you. Your clothes billowed around like water, and momentary panic had you flapping your arms trying to swim. The captain and first mate were unphased, though Dr. Doppler looked just as flummoxed as you floating ass-over-teakettle through the air. “Mr. Slerg!” Captain Fiona called from a few feet off the deck, addressing the pink fart blob you’d met earlier. “Engage artificial gravity!”

Mr. Slerg tooted a salute and threw a lever jutting from the nautiloid-shaped generator taking up a sizable square footage of the deck. It whirred like a tornado, radiating deep purple light that spread across the deck in lightning strikes, bringing everything aboard down with it. You and Tillie both landed gracelessly, but the crewmates were no worse off. The Avian, unimpressed by the landlubbers, ignored the both of you. “North by North West, Mr. Arbuckle, heading one-three-zero-four.” The helmsmen repeated the heading back to the captain, turning the steering wheel swiftly with their multiple arms and pointed the ship towards the Ethereal expanse. “Full speed, Mr. Bolt.”

The ship’s innards roared, her propulsion engines rumbling with anticipation the same way your solar board did, eager and wild until all the fury of the stars was released behind you. From the quarterdeck you think you hear Tillie scream, having not yet developed her space-legs, but the howl of the ship flying drowns out nearly every sound including the Felinid’s surprised yowls.

Crescentia Station dropped away sickeningly fast, and you climbed up onto the nearest shroud ropes to get a better view. Warm wind ruffled through your hair and made your eyes water, the Dawnbreaker quickly reaching a speed your solar-board only ever dreamed of.

Ahead, the Etherium flowed and pulsed, tempting you with it’s unknown treasures. The nebulous clouds glittered with far away stars, shining brightly on the backs of skyrays trailing after the ship. You heard something over the engine’s purr, a low, pleasant sound that immediately drew your eyes.

“Woah…”

A pod of enormous cetaceans coasted alongside you, their mouths alone big enough to swallow your ship whole, but the gentle giants were just as curious about you as you were of them. They sang their mournful song, wishing you the best of luck on your journey to the stars.

“Upon my word, a pod of orcus galacticus!” Tillie beamed from the floor of the quarter deck, stumbling to her feet and fishing out a handheld camera. “I’ve got to get a picture for the Archives!” The Felinid leaned carelessly over the gunrails, smushing the camera into her glasses to get the best shot.

“Doctor.. I wouldn’t get too close if I were-”

-SPLOOSH!-

The orcus Tillie had her lens trained on vented its blowhole, drenching the cat lady in sticky, foul-smelling goop. Fiona hid her laugh, but her secretive smile was quickly erased by the thump-clack-thump-clack of a cyborg’s peg-legged step.

“A beautiful day to sail Kevva’s domain, don’t you think, captain?” Ezra made a grand gesture of tipping a ratty tricorn hat from his head, and the dark green canvas coat that had replaced his galley apron swished behind him dramatically with his theatrical bow. “And you yourself are looking as fine and formidable as a frigate with new forecanons and a fresh coat of paint.”

Not a feather ruffled on the captain’s head. “That whore-caller mouth of yours might work in the spaceport brothels, but aboard my ship I’ll have none of it.” Fiona cut, glaring at the downtrodden cook from her perch by the wheel. “Mind your tongue before it’s removed from your head, Mr. Green.”

Ezra pouted nervously. “Why captain, I speak nothing but the truth’a my heart, ma’am, my heart which you have now undeniably broken…”

Already over Ezra’s flim-flammery, Fiona tilted her head like a chicken and squinted down the deck, her four eyes giving her an exceptional view of… you. “And, by the way, isn’t that your cabin girl aimlessly dicking around in the rigging?”

You weren’t so much ‘aimlessly dicking around’ as you were taking in the sight of the Etherium swallowing the ship, the vast blue and purple clouds of nebulous gas flowing in a sort of cosmic waltz. The lattice rope of the mainsail’s shroud made for a perfect stayfast for you to wrap your wrist around, and you couldn’t help but lean over the gunrails to watch the infinite pass below.

It was fucking beautiful.

A man of many, many words, Ezra fumbled for some kind of argument, but the captain was steadfast. He huffed and squashed his hat back down on his head, bullying his shoulders broad. “Hawkins!” He called, his uneven gait thump-clacking towards you. You rolled your eyes, recognizing the same ‘bad-dog’ tone your sister liked to use whenever you got brought home by the cops. “I’ve got a pair of acquaintances that I’d like you to meet!” Curious, you glanced around the deck, but aside from the busy crew hands and the cyborg, there was nobody you hadn't seen. He smiled disarmingly, and you knew right then you were fucked. “Say hello… to Mr. Mop, and Mrs. Bucket!”

The Dawnbreaker, though having not left port too long ago, was already dinged with scuffs and grime from the embarkation, and you cursed your heritage for being raised in a tavern. Mr. Mop splottered against the wood grossly, wet with already-dirty water that you were using to swab the deck. This blows you thought angrily to yourself, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn stain. This is barely any better than the Benbow! But at least it’s in space, right?

In your annoyance, you backed unwillingly into a large meaty wall, the owner of which nearly punched your lights out. “Watch it, human!” the creature roared in an octave so low you felt it in your bowels. Your first instinct was to spit back -Bite me, fuckwit!- but compared to the towering, four-armed monstrosity you were practically an insect, so you regretfully held your tongue. You’d never felt outnumbered by non-humans before now, and though you were used to the Benbow’s otherworldly patronage, something about these particular extraterrestrials made your skin crawl.

The mop squelched disgustingly against the deck again, but your eyes couldn’t stay on your work any more now that your hackles were raised. Your perked ears caught the sound of something hushed, and you stole a glance up to observe a small group of crewmates gathered around a barrel top, whispering in alien tongues to each other with seemingly juicy secrets. A pair of eyes flashed up to see you with a double-take, and hushed the group to glare at you. You pretended to keep mopping, but you’d already been spotted. The deckhand’s fat, toothy mouth curled upwards into a snarl, exposing more than one row of teeth. “What’re you lookin’ at, human?”

You bared your teeth to retort, but a venomous hissing poisoned the air above your head. Cold ice trickled down your spine, almost freezing you solid when you looked up and into a pair of gigantic yellow compound eyes situated on either side of an overly-fanged mouth. “Cabin girl…” The crab-spider creature growled, descending the shroud lines like a web to loom over you. “Keep your eyesss on your own businesssss, lessst you lose them…”

Cabin girl?! Getting cat-called at the tavern was one thing, but you’d killed bigger bugs with a rolled up newspaper, and you weren’t going to let this one bully you. Folding your fingers over the top of the mop handle, you cocked your hip and sneered. “Well, keepin’ the ship clean is my business, you overgrown lobster, and I should know if there’s something dirty going on.”

Furious, the arachnid snarled and dug a meaty claw into the collar of your shirt, hauling you up into the air, your face only inches from his gnashing mandibles. “Maybe your earsss don’t work s’good, going to have to teach you a lesssson…”

The creature’s breath was sour enough to put hair on your chest, and you nearly vomited right in his face. “Blegh, did you brush your teeth with curdled milk this morning? Smells like a whole herd of bonzabeasts asses exploded and then died. Gimme that mop’an lemme wash your mouth out!”

“Why you little-!” The mainmast nearly broke your back when you were smashed up against it, a savagely-sharp claw pinned around your neck and another one pointed at your throat. You squirmed in the monster’s clutches, but your desperate flailing went ignored by the cheering crew, demanding blood be shed. The arachnid, standing high on his many-jointed legs, grinned as wolfishly as his exoskeletal face would allow. “Any lassst wordsss, cabin girl?”

Your execution was cut short by a mechanical clamp seizing around the creature’s forearm and yanking it away from your throat, the metal pads digging into the chitin so hard you could hear it creak over your assailant’s sudden wail. On the other end of the metal arm was Ezra, nonchalantly munching away on a piece of dark purple fruit. “Mr. Skarn…” he purred, turning the monster’s arm just enough to make his point. “Do you know what the best way to get the meat out of a crab shell is? You gotta crack it open!”

Ezra’s clamp bore down with force, twisting and crushing the arachnid’s thick carapace with a sickening crunch. Mr. Skarn hissed and dropped you finally, tucking his wounded arm defensively up to his chest.

“What’s all this then?!” A roar sounded from above you, and the heavy steps of Mr. Bolt making his way down from the quarterdeck to you caught the attention of everyone aboard. He bared his serrated teeth at the nonsense parade that you were stuck in the middle of. “You know the rules! There’ll be no brawling on this ship, an’ any who disobey that order again’ll be confined to the brig.” Mr. Bolt, though shorter than Mr. Skarn, seemed to tower over the brought-down bug, his long reptilian snout just inches from the creature’s butthurt face. “Am I clear, Mr. Skarn?”

Mr. Skarn’s mandibles threatened to roll back in a sneer, but Ezra’s optic laser flashed red in a warning, shining brightly over the arachnid’s smooth exoskeleton. “Crystal, sir.” Mr. Skarn hissed, and defeated, he glared over his shoulder at you and Ezra before taking his leave.

“Thank you Mr. Bolt, sir!” Ezra flattered, shooing off the remaining crewmates. “Keeping a tight ship, that’s what I like to see, sir!” When the first mate was out of sight, Ezra pivoted back to you on his bearing-ball foot, stomping his booted one defiantly. “You’ve barely been aboard an hour and you’re already startin’ fights? You’re lucky I showed up when I did or Skarn would’ve had your guts for garters!”

“I had it under control, cyborg, that bug eyed fuckhole-”

“I’ll not hear it!” He roared, the pleasant smile you’d first encountered nowhere to be found. The furious cyborg, free of the confines of the galley, towered over you like a mountain, ready to drop an avalanche on you should you raise your voice too loud. “Now, I want this deck scrubbed spotless, and Kevva help me if it’s not done by the time I come back!” The metal of his right hand grated harshly against the mop’s handle when he thrust it back into your arms and stormed off, and you almost thought you could see the prosthetic steaming with rage. The wet mophead slapped grossly against the deck when you returned to your job, but you’d already decided that you liked mopping much more than you liked Ezra.

Below deck most of the hired crew had gathered to take supper, but the galley kitchen stood cold. Ezra sauntered slowly down the stairs, tilting the brim of his hat up with one iron finger so as not to obstruct his heterochromatic surveillance of the crew. The laser optic flickered in a bemused blink, the fleshy edges around it crinkled from his grin. “My friends, you must pardon me for speaking so plainly…” he hummed, pausing to fuss with the lapel of someone’s jacket, setting it more carefully in line with its seem. “But I must ask if you are all out of your stark raving, evER LOVING MINDS?!” His once-gentle hand -sncks- to a long-bladed cutlass, slashing recklessly within inches of his crewmates faces. “After all the work I did to get us posted as an honorable, upstanding crew, you’re set to blow the whole damned mutiny before it’s even started?!”

Mr. Skarn found himself staring down the pointy end of Ezra’s blade, and the crustacean swallowed thickly around a dry tongue. “That wench wasss sssticking her nose where it doesn’t belong… I’d hate for her to encounter sssome unfortunate… accident.”

“You just stick to the damn plan, you chitinous cretin, and keep your claws to yourself. No blood’ll be spilled on this ship until I say so. And leave the girl to me, something tells me she knows more about this little expedition than she's letting on to, and I intend to find out what.” Ezra growled, the snarl on his face twisted upwards into a villainous grin. “One way, or another.”

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keyblade-wanderer-alex · 4 months

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A Fierce Flash of Old

The Dreamer was expecting many things to happen when he and Gabriel were sent out on the town to look for parts from a certain store. More things then he was actually expecting his lacking mind and expectations to come up with. Most of them depicted difficulties getting said parts for one reason or another... He wonder what it said about himself and his memories that every single one of them depicted some kind of fight breaking out. "HYAAAAAH!! HRAGH HAH HAH~!!!" Tamiel was certainly giving it her best shot and bruising MANY of the big burly cretins trying to surround her... But the Dreamer could see it plainly. The men's tactic was to surround her, keep her from escaping and quickly overpower her once they grabbed her arms to keep her from fighting back- "H-HEY!! LET GO!!! YAAAH!!" Just like that, which only prompts the girl to start kicking viciously, nailing quite a few faces and sending the men sailing into walls. Her strength was prominent... But it wasn't enough.

"... Are we... Not going to jump in here?" The Dreamer's words cut through Gabriel like a knife as he watches the show fearfully, watching as his sister attempts to flip her grabber over her head but fails at almost every turn. She might have been a fighter, but she wasn't a particularly SKILLED fighter. More a brawler really. But even her minuscule experience with combat was more then he had. "I... I can't-!" The poor thing shrinks back, utterly fearful of what's to come. "Whenever she does this, she always comes back to the house roughed up and needing repairs from father!" He takes a step back. "But at least she knows how to fight-! M-Me? I'm a pacifist-! I hate fighting-!"

"Get off me!! LET GO!!!" A second later, a man walks up with a crowbar. "HEY NO FAIR USING A WEAPON YOU CHEATS-!!!" CLANK!!! "EEK-!!!!" "This'll teach you to stay out of grown up business ya lil' metal brat!!!" .....

And then suddenly, the world around him vanishes. ---------------------------------------------------

"What business of it is yours to interfere in Ursus affairs?"

The Dreamer doesn't know who this person is, all he knows for certain is that he's much bigger then he is. Towering over him to such an extent that at immediate eye level, all he can see is his decorative robes-

"Why interrupt their dispute? Why not let it play out? After all, if one were to die... It would mean less competition for you."

FLASH!

And then... There was that thing. A menacing looking... Weapon-? Claw? Something-? All the boy knows is that an intense phantom pain shoots through his chest the moment he see's it.

"Hmph... But if you feel you deserve to be a judge... Then come. Let us see if a mere child has any business playing the adult."

SLASH!!!!!

-------------------------------------------------------- Back in reality, the man holding the crowbar reels it back, ready to use it to dent in Tamiel's face, the girl glaring at him defiantly. "Alright little brat! Time for you to learn y-" A hand suddenly takes his shoulder. "Excuse me." The dockhand turns, furious at being interrupted but curious as to wh- WHAM!!!!!!!! Only for a metal FIST to send him flying into a brick wall just past Tamiel and her current captor, the other adults turning to glare at the sudden new intruder. "HEY!! Mind your own business Aye?? This don't concern y-" The men then double take. Gabriel meanwhile is silently shouting and screaming in panic. And the Dreamer?

He is in complete control of Gabriel's body and is furious. "HEY. HOW ABOUT YOU PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE?"

Tamiel, meanwhile, is completely agape. "G-Gabe-?" ... The men all chuckle and the one holding Tamiel pulls her back so the others can get in the way... The Dreamer, to his credit, only picks up the dropped crowbar and prepares to jump into the fight. "Alright boy~. You wanna tussle? We'll give you a tussle~!!" "BUDDY. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A TUSSLE LOOKS LIKE." "I think I D-" The Last thing the grunt knows is the sight of the Crowbar flying at his head before he's sent flying catching quite a few guys off guard... And that was just the start of the chaos. ----------------------------------------------------

Information Defeat the Grunts and free Tamiel!

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Theme Tune playing for fight; Go Hero Go! (Really, "Battle On!" the Random Encounter theme from Sea of Stars.)

[ Link - https://youtu.be/ogF2RIvHZ3g?si=wBsYwXyFSHbzSRUx ] ------------------------------------------------------

The Adults are completely taken by surprise by the blow, Tamiel even more so... And the boy makes them SUFFER for that hesitation, quickly SLAMMING the crowbar into one of the alien critter's knees. "-?!?! A-HAGH-!??! MY KNEECA-" He's shut up in seconds with a fist to the gut, winding the alien figure and causing him to crumble to the ground. However, the fighter doesn't slow down, quickly looking around for another angle to exploit.. And he finds one, via an entire collection of barrels nearby, collected and tied up nearby. Seeing it, he rushes over to the barrels and snaps the rope off with an effortless yank, before kicking all of the barrels at the crowd. The Sailors all shout as the barrels quickly slam into them, some of them even getting flattened onto the ground. Those that remain are fast to charge in, trying to grab the boy bot-. But no, he wasn't having it, the crowbar skillfully swings around with a twirl, catching three grunts faces with such force that they're sent flying across the alleyway. When one grabs him from behind, he STOMPS the man's foot so hard, he could feel a bone crunching under it, prompting him to let go- AND be PROMPTLY rewarded with a crowbar to the gut- STOMP!!! "AAAAGH!!! SWEET ETHER-!!!!" A motion Tamiel quickly copies and uses to break free. "Hah! Nice idea~! Come on~!! Let's finish this up!!" And now that she was free, she grips her fists and- WHAM-!!! WHOOOSH-BAM!! BIFF BIFF! KER-SLAM!!!! Well... She goes to work. And the dreamer in Gabriel's body? He's PROMPT in joining her, the pained groans quickly starting to echo throughout the alleyway and out into the town... ----------------------------------------------------- "Wha-... What's going on-? Why is this happening-? I... I don't-... I don't understand-..." ".... Hey, at least your sister is safe right?" ...... Yep. This guy DEFINITELY had to go.

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lollytea · 3 years

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Talespin Treasure Planet AU

(Listen. I was obsessed with the idea and wanted to do something with it but sure as hell wasn’t going to write a fic. So it was supposed to just be a short sweet au headcanons post but then I just ended up with too much info and then I was just rewriting the entire plot from start to finish. So now I’m just left with whatever the fuck this is. It was gonna stay as notes and I would’ve chopped it down to a neat, concise decently written post but tbh I’m tired so just take this instead. It’s not really done in my polished writing voice but my personal rambling notes voice so that explains why it’s not written well BUT. It is content, no? I made content, yes?)

(I guess warning for “death” of a family member and grieving but like u know I’m not really gonna kill anybody important so. Happy ending resolution blah blah blah.)

-- Kit Cloudkicker is a ten year old orphan with a penchant for wandering the galaxy, tinkering with gears and wires and jumping around as a cabin boy for various crews of space pirates over the years. It's a means to an end, just to get a spot aboard their ship, which can expand his horizons to an extent his solar surfer alone cannot.

-- Late at night when he's supposed to be out of sight, Kit secretly listens in on the stories of myth and legend told among the crew, his favourite being the fabled (or possibly real and yet to be discovered) Treasure Planet, a destination that holds unimaginable riches. Though crouched into uncomfortably tight spaces and breathing shallow as to not to be discovered, Kit looks back on those nights fondly. He knows other children have a cozier and more pleasant experience when it comes to their bedtime stories, but he likes to think of it as the closest he'll get to that sort of life.

-- “Beware the cyborg” is something Kit has heard all his life, aboard multiple ships strangely enough. Never with context though, as nobody ever spared him a snippet of friendly conversation and were more likely to shout at him for asking stupid questions instead of scrubbing the deck. But even though he doesn't understand, Kit takes the cyborg message to heart. There's very little that pirates fear so you must absolutely listen to their warnings.

-- Kit has already decided that he's sick of his current crew and is planning his leave when he overhears some confidential whispers. The captain has gotten his hands on something extremely valuable and only the highest ranking members of the crew are aware of its existence. Of course they wouldn't tell Kit. But he knows now. Not the details exactly but whatever that treasure is, he will be taking it for himself, thank you very much.

-- After a sneaky operation (though unfortunately not without being discovered) Kit manages to grab a small chest from the captains quarters and abandon ship. Somehow, by sheer luck and a solitary blessing from the Gods, he evades capture and escapes on his solar surfer. He lands on a small town floating just off the course of the Montressor Spaceport. He's snatched enough coins on his grand exist that he can probably afford somewhere to sleep for a few nights and a meal a day. At least until he can get this chest open and cash in his treasure.

-- The Benbow Inn is a one woman operated establishment, seemingly held together by an almost unhinged level of determination and optimism. The owner, Rebecca Cunningham, welcomes Kit with open arms, even offering him the occasional free cup of hot chocolate on account of being “a very sweet boy.” Kit believes she's just grateful that he volunteers to play with her daughter Molly so Rebecca can direct her full attention to her work. It's a pretty okay arrangement. Kit likes Molly. And he's already decided that not only will he pay Rebecca back for the hot chocolate, she's also getting a small cut of his treasure. It's the least he can do to thank her for her kindness.

-- Once Kit gets a moment alone with the treasure chest, he gets to work at cracking it open. After a bit of difficulty, he manages to pick the lock, eagerly drawing it open to reveal....well, not treasure.

-- Kit picks up with object with blank confusion and inspects it thoroughly, as if his eyes are glitching and if he looks a little longer, he'll see its worth. But no. A small sphere, weighty in his hand, gold in colour but not in value. To say Kit is disappointed would be an understatement. “Furious” would be a more apt description.

-- How in the name of God did he mess this up so badly? He should've done a double check of the captain's quarters because obviously, he went and nabbed the wrong chest. Now he was left with nothing but this stupid ugly worthless paperweight and he had absolutely nowhere to go now.

-- He must have been expressing his frustration a little louder than he thought because soon enough Rebecca comes barging in, wondering what all the commotion is about. Her face softens when she asks him what's wrong. Kit had never in his life been asked what was wrong. Especially not in such a gentle tone of voice. He doesn't know if it's the right thing to do but he cracks immediately and he tells her everything. About the pirates, about his whole life, and about the treasure that he thought he had.

He apologizes profusely for the hot chocolate he can't pay her back for and the treasure he wanted to give her. And, as a poor woman who has just learned that she had the possibility of riches ripped away from her, Rebecca's response is baffling. She takes Kit firmly by the shoulders before wrapping her arms around him and hugging tight, before pulling away and stating to the bewildered boy that she is going to make him a cup of hot chocolate right now and he's going to accept and anything else that she offers him from this point onward. Because Rebecca has decided that, starting today, Kit will live under her roof.

-- Kit is uncomfortable with just taking the food, the clean clothes, the warm bed and the roof over his head and would prefer to at least do something to earn it. So, he decides to help Rebecca with running the Inn and devotes himself to taking care of Molly. Rebecca catches on to his feelings on the matter and makes sure to make him feel like he's earning his keep. She has no problem bossing him around, keeping him busy with job after job. She's strict but she's fair and Kit obeys her happily, as he's had plenty of bosses before but only Rebecca has ever been kind to him. He does well as both a hard worker and an attentive babysitter.

-- At first, he's reluctant to even look at that damned sphere as he feels its betrayed him. But Molly takes a liking to it and, in an effort to entertain her, Kit invents a game. He'll hide it in his room and then Molly will try to find it. The game gradually evolves from Kit's room to all of the Inn to the entire town. It's a small place where children are free to roam so it's not uncommon to find Kit and Molly running loose, taking turns looking for the sphere that the other hid.

-- Though they need to be extra careful that Rebecca doesn't find out, Kit takes Molly on the occasional ride on his solar surfer and is surprised that she's actually interested in how the thing operates. After being worn down by her barrage of questions, Kit relents and teaches her everything he knows about ships, from how to drive them to hotwiring, etc. Not like there's much point to it. Though Kit believes he may have to go back to that sort of life eventually (even if he hopes not) he knows it's not something Molly will ever have to worry about.

-- By the time Kit is eleven, he's glowing. He's settled into his new home and has formed a close bond with Rebecca, Molly and even Bagheera, a stuffy but passionate astronomer and close friend of Rebecca's. Kit loves all of them. He's happy. Until he isn't.

-- Kit is sitting at the porch of the Benbow Inn, waiting for Molly. She's in town somewhere, hiding the sphere for him to find and should be back in a few. And then he hears the rumbling of an overhead ship and Kit freezes. He's been on enough pirates ships to know one on sight and he's immediately scrabbling to stand. His first instinct is to find Molly but the ship is far closer to the Inn than town so he instead bolts inside to save Rebecca and Bagheera

-- He does save them. But only them. As the pirates ambush the building, the three escape through the upstairs window and rush to find Molly. But the town is being raided, nowhere is safe,and despite his protests, Kit is shoved into hiding by Rebecca and Bagheera as the two try to navigate the ravaged scene. But Molly is nowhere to be found.

-- The pirates leave the town razed. The Benbow Inn was burned to the ground. Some are dead and some are missing and nobody knows which of the two applies to Rebecca Cunningham's daughter.

-- Kit learns from the survivors that they were looking for a boy who had stolen something. His blood goes cold and never quiet warms up again. If he knew they wanted the sphere, if he had given them the sphere, none of this would have happened. They wouldn't have torn the town apart looking for it. But they're gone and Molly is gone and what's done is done.

-- He finds the sphere a little while later, concealed under rings of rope on the outskirts of town. A little way off is a blue hair ribbon that gives him a dull ache in his heart. It hurts to look at, to touch, to think about. So he ties it around his wrist so he'll have to do all of those things.

-- Rebecca doesn't have the money to rebuild the Inn nor does she have the drive to run it anymore anyway. They live off Bagheera's hospitality but both Rebecca and Kit know that he can't financially support them forever.

-- Because of Kit, the woman who did everything for him, lost everything. He wants to leave, he doesn't feel welcome here anymore. Despite the fact that Rebecca still shows him her warmth, he can't handle the guilt of accepting it. He doesn't leave because she begged him to stay with her so it's the least he can do. But it doesn't change the weight of what he's done to her family. He's unable to look her in the eye anymore.

-- With Molly gone, Rebecca is more protective of Kit than ever. She loves him so much and she knows this is hurting him too so she wants him to talk to her if he needs it. But he's stopped letting her touch him, stopped accepting her hugs, barely speaks a word. He's still there, physically but he's drifted far away and feels like a stranger now.

-- A year passes. Kit is twelve. The wound is still wide open but they carry on with life because what else can they do? Bagheera is still offering all of his support while Rebecca tries not to burden him too much.

-- The three of them are in Bagheera's library when it happens. Kit is sitting on the floor, fiddling with the damned sphere. He's been carrying it around with him for whatever reason. Something in his psych just imprinted on the stupid thing. He's just twisting it around, pressing at the indents when something clicks and a blinding light pours out of the object and swirls around the room.

He begins to process the holographic images as planets, stars, connecting lines and once his eyes adjusts to the brightness, he sees the full picture. It's a map. And all of it leads to the large glowing green planet at the heart of it all. Neither Bagheera or Rebecca can say they're familiar with that destination but Kit recognizes it on sight. From being really little and sneaking peaks at the pirates' holographic books. It's Treasure Planet.

-- There's a disagreement because of course there is. Kit is set on going. He's gonna get that treasure and he will bring it back to Rebecca if it kills him. The “if it kills him” part is what has Rebecca digging her heels in. She is absolutely not strong enough to lose Kit, even though he argues again and again that this is for the best. He wants to do this for her, he needs to. But Rebecca keeps shooting him down. It isn't until Bagheera steps in, offering to accompany Kit and keep him safe that Rebecca reluctantly agrees. But she makes Kit promise at least twenty times to come home alive.

-- Bagheera loves his field of study and he likes his quiet little life just fine but he's always wanted to go on some big grand adventure. Granted, it might all be a bit out of his depth as he doesn't have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, as evidenced by all the useless junk that the vendors convinced him that he absolutely needed to buy for his journey. Once they arrived at Montressor Spaceport, Kit attempted to steer him away from possible scams but it was happening so frequently that he just gave up and simply tried to pretend he and Bagheera weren't associated.

-- They board the ship Bagheera has commissioned for their voyage, the RLS Legacy, which seems to be in top condition. The crew (hired separately) are a little....abrasive but from what Bagheera has been told, the captain is highly competent so things should be smooth sailing from here.

-- Captain Shere Khan is a highly prideful individual who prioritizes proficiency, profit and performativity above all else. He doesn't care for being called a “pirate” as he would prefer to distance himself from the sort of savagery that is associated with that lifestyle. Save for the occasional elaborate scheme, he considers himself an honorable man who can reap his treasure in a courteous manner.

He is also cuttingly sarcastic and all around unpleasant to be around. At least, that's the popular opinion but he personally sees himself as perfectly charming and hilariously witty. So much so that he derives joy by enthusiastically tearing into any idiot that he feels is deserving of his criticism. The idiots in question are Bagheera and Kit, the former of which throws him off momentarily and vice versa (The two seem familiar with each other but Kit doesn't know the story and frankly does not care) before he snaps back to attention and summons them to his quarters for a nice little chat.

-- Shere Khan not not approve of this ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots that call themselves a crew and does not hesitate to express his disdain to Bagheera, whom he blames for hiring them in the first place. He also believes them to be a suspicious bunch and warns the two to keep their mouths shut about their destination. As well as the map, which Shere Khan will be keeping in his office. After all, he's entitled to a substantial chunk of the treasure and won't have either of them ruining this for him.

-- Bagheera and Shere Khan get into a mature civilized squabble and Kit promptly butts in to defend Bagheera by politely asking if Shere Khan is so partial to sprinkling four syllable words in all of his statements because it makes him feel intellectually superior to the man with a doctorate standing in front of him. Shere Khan then realizes that he is dealing with a child here and opts to station him somewhere that he won't have to look at him much. Thus, Kit is assigned cabin boy duty (again) under the eye of the ship's cook, Baloo.

-- As Kit heads down to the lower deck to meet Baloo, he hears a cheerful whistling as a large figure saunters around his station, cloaked by the dim lighting and the steam in the air. Hopefully the cook is friendly, he seems pretty carefree anyway. But then he happily greets his new cabin boy, draws himself out of the shadows and there he is.

-- The sound of machinery whirs lowly as he moves. A robotic stump of a leg, a chunky metal disk of spinning gears melded to the side of his head (quite possibly attached to his brain) and a steel eye that assesses Kit with a quick laser scan. But the most frightening aspect is the arm, large and loaded with various devices, everything from kitchen knives to corkscrews to swords to (if Kit is seeing right) a cannon blaster. He nearly spears Kit through by offering a handshake before catching himself and switching his fish chopping fingers out for a safe set of spidery metal digits.

-- Kit always figured “Beware the cyborg” was a legitimate warning but never something he would have to worry about. The cyborg's presence felt like such a ghost of a concept that ever encountering him felt extremely unlikely. But here was a cyborg (maybe the cyborg or maybe not) standing right in front of him and Kit's guard has gone up.

-- While Kit remains suspicious, as time goes on he really starts to doubt that this is the cyborg. While Baloo has the potential to be absolutely lethal with that arm of his, his general demeanor is warm and upbeat, though he seems to think of his duties as more of a “suggestion”. It has to be said that the man can barely cook and is constantly slacking off, so how he got this job in the first place is anyone's guess.

-- Once Baloo realizes that Kit is too smart for his age, he figures he'll need to run the boy ragged. There's a lot of things happening on this ship that a particularly bright child shouldn't be sticking his nose into. If he tells the Captain, well, that just blows the whole plan, doesn't it? But if Kit's too busy to notice his surroundings, then he might have a chance of coming out of all this without a scratch on him. Baloo would prefer that.

-- Kit is getting pretty sick and tired of people being surprised that he's good at being a cabin boy. No, Baloo, he doesn't need you to teach him how to tie secure riggings or wash the dishes or scrub the deck, he knows, thanks. While he's definitely frustrated with the endless amount of jobs Baloo unloads on him (some of which being Baloo's duties) it's nothing he's not used to.

At first, Kit is confused by the little smiles Baloo would give him when he does a good job. He wonders if its supposed to be patronizing. It's not until Baloo has to straight up say it (“proud of ya, little britches”) that Kit has his answer. And even then, he doesn't entirely believe it. But a part of him does. The same hopeful part of him that glowed so bright when he was back home with Rebecca. He misses Rebecca.

-- There is one thing Kit now knows for certain. “Beware the cyborg” was not about Baloo. If it was, Kit would probably be dead by now. Instead he falls asleep scrubbing pots late into the night and wakes the next morning with a familiar longcoat draped across his shoulders. Sometimes they sneak out and take a ride on the longboats, sailing through the stars as they take turns telling jokes at each other. Whatever it is, Baloo's company makes Kit feel safe.

-- He may be a terrible cook but Baloo has plenty of other uses. He's a lively and animated storyteller for one and can tell the myth behind every constellation in the sky. Or maybe he's just making them up for entertainment, who knows? He's clearly been around though, and can ramble off a million funny experiences with shifty characters across the solar system.

Kit is so invested in his story one evening, that he cuts his finger while cutting vegetables. Baloo handles it by pulling a vile out of his pocket and dropping a clear cold, pungent smelling liquid across the gash, which heals up almost instantly. Baloo just calls it his “special medicine” Apparently, back when he was young, Baloo was constantly hurting himself as he adjusted to the new arm and needed a prescription to keep him from bleeding out on the regular. Somehow Kit doesn't believe this story. But he leaves it alone.

-- Baloo is tightening a bolt in his leg when he catches Kit staring. The boy opens his mouth, wanting to ask but quickly snaps it shut. Baloo just laughs and waves it off, with a simple explanation of “you lose a lot of things chasing dreams.” He then asks a question of his own. That pretty blue hair ribbon Kit wears as a bracelet. Now he knows that's not Kit's so who's is it? A little girlfriend or what? Kit's face falls before he grimaces. He doesn't say anything. Baloo leaves it at that.

-- At this stage in their journey, Treasure Planet is close enough that they can see it. Baloo and Kit stay out late and stare out at at the green glow in the distance that holds their future.

-- The two begin to talk a little more about their respective lives. Baloo has never had any money to his name and has spent all these years wandering, hopping from place to place and hoping that eventually he'll stumble on something of worth. What he really wants, what he's always wanted, is to buy a ship of his own. Nothing big or fancy just something he can call his baby.

-- It sounds to Kit like Baloo's life hasn't been all that different to his. Only difference is he never found his Rebecca and Molly. Which is a shame, since Baloo is a lot like Rebecca. Not really in personality (though they both like bossing Kit around) but they both see Kit as he is and they're kind to him anyway. It makes Kit feel like somebody else, like somebody who's worth existing, without the price of manual labour.

-- Kit glosses over his cabin boy history. His life didn't really start until he came to the Benbow Inn anyway. He talks about Rebecca, he talks a lot about her. Baloo gets a few laughs here and there, usually at anecdotes of her antics. “She sounds like a real character,” He'll say with a mixture of amusement and admiration. But then Kit begins catching himself as he recalls, there are gaps to the stories. An important aspect of Kit's life is deliberately being written out and all it takes is Baloo innocently voicing his observation for Kit to break down.

-- He didn't cry when they lost Molly or at any point after that. It felt like too much of an indulgence to do so. And then he went numb for a while and he couldn't cry if he wanted to. So, he's not sure why or how it happened all of a sudden but he's bawling a year's worth of tears and Baloo is holding him tight against his chest, murmuring “hey, now, it's okay, it's okay...”

-- Kit tells him about Molly. As best he can. How it was his own fault and how he's spent the last year by Rebecca's side yet so far away from her. How he can't go back to her empty handed but even with all that treasure, he still knows it'll never be enough.

-- Baloo hasn't done a lot of comforting in his time, usually pirates tend not to need that kind of thing. But for Kit's sake he does his best. Kit has the potential for greatness and the best treasure he can bring home to Rebecca is his own damn self, safe and sound. He tells him as much while affirming, just in case this kid hasn't had it drilled into his skull yet, that Baloo is so proud him and he knows Rebecca would be too.

-- Kit is still a little hesitant to believe but that hopeful part of him has been growing bigger and bigger. So, maybe. Maybe. But for the time being, he's too tired to think about it much so Baloo shoos him off to bed. For the first time in a while, he sleeps without the feeling of a weight on his chest.

-- If there's one thing that Baloo is pretty tired of, it's acting like a hard man. It's exhausting to go around, trying to radiate an aura of “I will gut anyone who crosses me.” but as he's learned, you can't get the subordination of pirates if they're not afraid of you. Luckily with this arm of his, there's no question that he's capable of the threats he throws out.

-- He gets confonted by the crew but it's nothing more than an inconvenience. Apparently he was overheard talking to Kit last night and there's a few assumptions going around that he's going soft. Now, Baloo knows he's in too deep when it comes to that kid but he also knows that very soon, he's gonna have to act and Kit's trust in him will be shattered. Baloo's known this from the start, it's only after he's spent time with him that it starts to sting just thinking about it. But it's not like there's any other option. He's spent a lifetime chasing this dream and now Treasure Planet is just within their reach so he needs to keep his head. He can't afford this planned mutiny to go falling apart now.

-- Baloo responds to the accusation by gripping a crew member by the neck with steel fingers and calmly squeezing just hard enough to make him fear for his life before releasing. If that's not enough of an answer to satisfy everybody, Baloo assures them that he doesn't care about the goddamn cabin boy, all he cares about is their objective so if everybody could stop getting riled about about hogwash and focus on the plan, that would be super. The crew clear themselves out, leaving Baloo to rub at a budding headache. A floorboard creaks.

-- He turns around and there's Kit, going still where he stands as Baloo's eye falls on him. Kit makes an attempt at acting casual, as if he just strolled in at that moment but Baloo can see it. His rigid stance, the way he's trying to control his breathing and the light that's died from his eyes. Kit heard everything and not only is he scared but he's hurt. Baloo sighs, tucking his arm behind his back, and going through the rotation for his blades. He hates that it's his first instinct to do so but it's protocol. If somebody finds out, you shut them up before they ruin everything. But then Kit gives him one long stare, eyes bone dry but far too hardened for a boy his age, and before Baloo can grab him, he breaks into a run.

-- Baloo curses his stupid move because now, thanks to him tipping the kid off, they need to execute the plan immediately.

-- Kit is attempting to string a proper explanation together to Shere Khan and Bagheera but he's out of breath and angry and upset and it's messing his words up. But somehow, they manage to comprehend him, Shere Khan not even needing Kit to elaborate any further than “crew can't be trusted.” And then they hear the uproar. The sabotage is already in motion and the three are forced to grab the map and abandon ship.

-- Evasion doesn't come easily. The deck is crawling in pirates that won't hesitate to run them through but Shere Khan seems to know the proper course of action and keeps them alive just long enough to reach the escape boat. If Kit weren't fighting for his life, he would wonder how much experience this man has with mutinies.

-- Baloo spots them from a distance away, unable to reach them in time so he rotates his cannon blaster and takes aim on Kit, who's undoing the boat's riggings. Kit has the map and Kit is about to ruin his lifelong dream and undo everything he's worked for and he has a split second to prevent this and....he hesistates to shoot.

-- The three escape, shooting off across the stars but before they can even get out a word of relief, their boat gets blasted and Kit is only able to get them so far before crash landing onto (ironically) their intended destination, Treasure Planet.

-- Bagheera manages to brace himself before impact and pulls Kit close to shield him so both of them come out with no serious injuries. Kit is fine, Bagheera is fine, Shere Khan....is not fine. Despite his insistence that he's pefectly intact and just needs to walk this off, it's obviously a struggle for him to even stand upright. Bagheera urges Kit to hurry on ahead and try to find somewhere for Shere Khan to rest, while he gets the wounded captain there at a slower pace.

-- Bagheera hands Kit Shere Khan's cutlass, so he can clear through the overgrown forest a little faster. Kit doesn't complain, it keeps him occupied. Instead of thinking about betrayal or destroyed trust or whatever stupid childish hurt is gnawing up his insides, he can just go swinging a blade around. He slashes through vines with way more intensity than needed. Never occured to him until right this minute just how much he hates vines.

-- He doesn't notice the flash of copper among green and as he's slicing and dicing, he hits something hard. The noise of bewilderment is what startles Kit and he stumbles back as the hunk of metal pulls itself out of the foilage to say hi.

-- His name is Wildcat and from observation alone, Kit can guess that he was a pretty advanced robot once upon a time. But by the look of him, he's been here for over a century and now he's all rust and glitches and loose wires poking out like whiskers. He's missing a facet of his cranium system, so that would explain his lacking in smarts but much to Kit's relief, Wildcat is very friendly. All he seems to know about his own past is he was brought along to help out the original pirate crew that stashed the treasure here but anything beyond that is blank.

While he may qualify for whatever a robot's version of insanity is, he's content and explains that he entertains himself by dissecting the ships that have crashed here in the past, taking them apart and putting them back together. He was originally built as a metal mechanic so it comforts him to keep the spirit of his function alive. Kit asks just how many ships crash here and Wildcat responds that the last one he got was not too long ago. Maybe a day ago. Or a week. Or a year. He's not good with time. But he's real excited to have Kit here, now he has two bears!

-- Kit doesn't bother to ask what that's supposed to mean. Wildcat is clearly not all there and continues to ramble about a bunch of stuff that makes no sense as he leads Kit, Bagheera and Shere Khan back to the home he's made for himself. Once they reach the little hideaway, Shere Khan promptly collapses. Though Bagheera is stricken with worry, he manages to pull himself together long enough to snark “what was that about being perfectly fine?” Shere Khan is too foggy headed to bite back his amusement.

-- Wildcat busies himself with making tea out of motor oil for his guests, promising that she's out gathering fruit and should be back soon. There'll be enough for the big guy to get his strength up. Kit asks who “she” is but Wildcat struggles with remembering names. But she. It's her. Wildcat's she. Kit gives up.

-- Kit truly believes that nothing else can get to him. Over these last few years, his heart has been freezing cold, warmed up with hot chocolate, and then ripped to shreds, then pieced back together and then frozen over again. He figures that night with Baloo, he cried his entire life out and after all of this, can't imagine anything bringing him to tears ever again. But every so often Kit is wrong. And absolutely nothing could have prepared him for seeing Molly.

-- They lock eyes, she drops the basket of fruit, he struggles to his feet and all she can manage is a choked noise of shock before the two tackle each other, hugging so tight like the word will come undone if they separate. Kit can barely see her clearly behind welling tears but it's her. It's her hair beneath his chin, it's her tiny fists gripping at his clothes, it's her voice sobbing his name over and over, like it's the only thing keeping him in existence. She's gotten bigger but it's her. Kit doesn't know for certain just how long they stayed like that, for them to take the terrifying risk of letting each other go. It's all a blur, really. All Kit remembers is that once they finally pull away, he removes the ribbon on his wrist and with jittering fingers, ties it into a perky bow around her ear. She lost the matching one a while ago but she's delighted to have something pretty in her hair again. Things settle down.

-- After getting captured by pirates during the raid, Molly spent a couple days plotting an escape and pulled it off by hijacking an escape boat. She thanks Kit for teaching her to hotwire and drive ships or she probably wouldn't have got very far. (Kit being the reason she survived is way too much for him to emotionally unpack right now.) Once the boat ran out of power, she crash landed here and Wildcat's been looking after her ever since. Kit decides he's gonna do whatever it takes to guarantee this crazy robot gets a happy future.

-- Shere Khan is desperately lost. He does not know who this other child is who's currently sitting on Bagheera's lap or why she and the boy and Bagheera cried so much. He figures he might understand better if it weren't for the concussion. Also every part of his body is in pain and he’s never wanted to die more in his life.

-- The three get some time to regain themselves, but it's not long before Baloo appears. Wildcat only has a chunk of steel to suffice as a makeshift door but Baloo still knocks politely, asking if they can maybe get some peaceful negotiation going. He doesn't wanna hurt nobody, he just wants to talk. He's expecting Shere Khan or Bagheera to answer but instead comes face-to-face with Kit. Baloo is momentarily delighted that the boy is being civil with him but doesn't even manage to utter a “thanks, little britches,” before receiving the edge of a blade posed threateningly against his stomach. Baloo's words die in his throat as he looks down at Kit's fierce glare. Well, alright so the negotiations might be a little hostile, okay, whatever works.

-- Baloo tries to remain casual but he does drop the subtle threat that the hideout is currently surrounded so co-operating with him is probably the best option here, but otherwise he chatters away in an attempt to ease up the atmosphere. He notices that Captain ain't lookin' too good and Kit's first words to Baloo, post-betrayal is a sharp “and who's fault is that?” which Baloo shrugs off as a fair point. He takes a vile out of his pocket and tosses it at Bagheera with the instruction to have Khanny throw it back and he should heal up mighty fast.

Bagheera, of course, is hesitant about giving Shere Khan an unknown liquid from a mutinous pirate who tried to have them killed. That is until Kit snaps at him to do so, arguing that if Baloo wanted to poison one of them, there would be no use in offing the hindrace. (Shere Khan did not take kindly to being called a hindrance.) The captain takes the vile and quickly begins to regain his strength.

-- Baloo praises Kit for being the only one here with any brains to which Kit coldly rebuffs him. He hurries Baloo along to state his terms already but Baloo is already distracted again, this time by the little girl that Kit has been protectively standing in front of this whole time.

He notices the blue hair ribbon and though he doesn't know the details, the realizes the reality immediately. His heart swells for the boy, it really does. But even then, Kit has not softened. If anything, he's more furious than ever to even look at Baloo. Because now there's somebody in the picture that Kit will protect with his life, spiking his motivation to an almost dangerous level. Baloo is relieved. At least once all this is over, the boy won't lose himself entirely if he has someone to love like that. But also, it's a weakness that's useful for hurrying things along.

-- Baloo signals for the rest of his crew to close in, figuring a swarm of dangerous pirates surrounding the little girl may sway Kit into handing over the map. And with a cautious glance at his surroundings and a moment to assess his next move, Kit is smart enough to figure that he doesn't want to push this. So he tosses Baloo the map, intentionally catching him off guard just to expose Baloo's butter fingers in front of his crew. Clever little twerp, he thinks as he fumbles with the sphere.

-- While he's almost inclined to leave these folks alone and be on his merry way, Baloo isn't always a fool. There's usually a trick involved in stuff like this. And true enough, turns out he can't open the damn thing. He twists and jabs and pushes and bites and knocks it against his arm and nothing clicks. Don't think he doesn't catch Kit's satisfied smirk either and it irks him enough to toss the thing back and order him to open it.

And that's when a spark returns to Kit's eyes as he realizes that he has an ounce of leverage here. He demonstrates his ability to activate the hologram, stunning the crew momentarily as they watch the lights and stars wash over their heads before the sphere is clamped shut again. Kit states that if they want the map, they're taking him with them.

-- It's the way he holds his head high that has Baloo chuckling. They could just as easily threaten Molly and Kit would fold. But....he's a fiery one. It's admirable, really. If he wants to see the treasure with his own two eyes, well, Baloo supposes he can grant him that. He'll take him along. He'll take all of them.

-- Shere Khan, Bagheera and Molly are tied up and kept aboard the Legacy. Shere Khan allows Kit to keep hold of his sword, tiredly joking that he doesn't think the boy is ever going to give it back anyway. Kit grins at the captain before he and Wildcat (deemed useful for his past experiences) set off with Baloo with his crew.

-- The map leads them to a metal crater which Kit wedges the sphere into, clicking it into place, resulting in the activation of a holographic control board. It takes a bit of figuring out, as Baloo has never been great with technology and Kit knows just as little about the mechnaisms of intersteller portals, which is becoming more and more obvious to be a key part of the treasure's destination. But at long last, Kit presses the correct entrance and they spill in through the portal.

-- Treasure Planet is everything the stories said but it's so much more. There's too much that it's overwhelming to even stand in the midst of it all. A single handful of gold and jewels could financially support a person for life. But there's more and more and more and more that its a strain to even comprehend what one could do with all of this. And for people like Baloo and Kit, who have never had a coin to their name, it's striking. Kit catches Baloo tearing up.

-- The pirates occupy themselves with hoarding the treasure while Kit just takes the place in, alongside Wildcat. He doesn't bother scooping up any of his own, as he knows it'll be ripped out of his grasp anyway. Kit isn't too pressed about the money anymore, if he gets out of this alive, Molly is the greatest treasure he can bring back to Rebecca.

-- Kit is examining the abandoned ship that's been set aside among the rubies. It hasn't been activated in a while but Kit is sure he can get it in the air. He then stumbles upon a weird piece of hardware, finding it to be the same size as the gap in Wildcat's cranium. He holds Wildcat still a moment so he can reconnect it. Once it's in place, Wildcat's brain overloads with missing memories and he's delighted to recall why the original pirates ripped the piece out in the first place. They didn't want him to tell anybody about the that the whole planet is rigged to explode if anybody were to discover the treasure. It's at this moment that the planet chooses to kick itself into gear, erupt with a boom and start breaking apart

-- A tiny part of Kit has to wonder how, even with his brain fully intact, Wildcat can make an announcement like that with such unbridled joy. The only logical conclusion is that the robot has not possessed common sense from the start. But anyways, not important. Kit orders Wildcat to go help Shere Khan and Bagheera, while he attempts the hotwire the abandoned ship as a getaway.

-- Pirates begin falling away as the ground cracks, some willingly diving in after a spill of treasure and before long, Baloo is the only one left. He spots the ship, now roaring to life thanks to Kit and makes a dive for his life, throwing himself aboard with armfuls of loot, only to be greeted by a sword pressed to his throat and Kit's familiar glare. Baloo can only smile. Boy got the ship going and he's almost inclined to tell him he's proud. But neither gets a chance to speak as the ground erupts, knocking the two of balance.

-- Baloo thanks the Gods above for this arm of his, it's got one Hell of a grip. He's really gotta tip his mechanics more often. He manages to grasp at the ship, triumphant with himself until he spots Kit and his heart drops like a stone. The boy's left dangling over the edge of the planet's cracks, his little fingers unable to keep him upright much longer. He's a brave, resilient little thing. Acts way older than his age. But who can blame him after all he's been through? But at that moment, he's just a kid who's barely lived enough to see death just yet. A kid. A scared kid with a mom and sister that he needs to get home to. Baloo has seconds to figure this out. Ship full of treasure or Kit.

-- Kit is pretty good at holding grudges. And he was certain he'd hold one against Baloo for the rest of his life. And for a second there, it was about to be a pretty short life. But then all of a sudden, he's hoisted up and now he's in Baloo's ams and for a moment he's back on the ship crying his eyes out and it's all a little much to compute. Kit watches Baloo's treasure slip away beneath the cliff, and he knows. There's that hopeful part of him again, the part that's known all along that this was bound to happen. It still had faith in Baloo. Even if he had locked it away so he didn't have to listen anymore. But he chose that moment to release it and he listened.

-- He wants to say something but he's not quite sure what to so say but the planet doesn't have much time left. So in the biggest act of love he can possibly provide at a moment like this, Kit grabs Baloo's arm and the two race back to the Legacy, scrabbling aboard and shooting off, just a hair out of the danger zone as the planet explodes into pieces in a blinding flare. Kit watches with awe as they drift homeward while Baloo looks on a little sadly.

But he shrugs it off. At least now he can say that he's responsible for something great. He saved one kid but now the entirely galaxy will get to experience Kit Cloudkicker grow up to be one of the the brightest stars among them. And Kit Cloudkicker will get his chance to piece his happiness back together. And Baloo finds that a thought like that brings him a peace he's never really had before. He didn't know how much he was worrying about this kid's future until now. And here they are, at the happy end.

-- It doesn't matter much if Kit still loathes him, he sorta expected that after everything he's done. But what can ya do, other than--....Baloo doesn't get to finish his train of thought because to his complete bewilderement, Kit Cloudkicker is hugging him like his life depended on it. It takes him a moment but Baloo is stiff at first, until he realizes that the kid who cried his heart out and leaned on him, was still the same kid. Baloo hugs back, knowing full well that it'll probably be their last hug.

-- Shere Khan would like to see Baloo behind bars. In fact, he would like to see the whole damn crew behind bars but unfortunately Baloo is the only one alive to see consequences. Kit tries in vain to interrupt Shere Khan's tirade and Bagheera won't even back him up here. Apparently their personal opinion of Baloo doesn't matter when compared to his crimes or whatever. Shere Khan is seething as he gets into Baloo's face, insulting everything from the sloppy execution of his mutiny plan to his terrible terrible cooking. And once he's gotten it all out of his system, Shere Khan exhales, exhausted before continuing with an “Although,” Piquing the interest of everyone aboard.

-- Yes, Baloo was the cause of most of the nonsense Shere Khan had to endure but he was in quite an agonizing amount of pain back at Wildcat's hideout and Baloo relieved him of it. He feels he owes him at least one favour. He's about to subtly imply that he may turn a blind eye if Baloo were to make an escape. Bagheera chooses that time to intervene, commenting that Khan is going far too easy on him. Yes, they won't rat him out to the cops but doesn't mean that he shouldn't be punished. Bagheera opts on deciding a sentence for Baloo himself.

-- Baloo doesn't miss Bagheera's grin and is a little nervous before the panther states “Community service.” From now on, Baloo will report to Rebecca Cunningham and will protect her and her family, whatever the cost. Seeing as he already has a knack for it anyway. Baloo is stunned. Stunned and disbelieving...that's it? A normal quiet life working for some little Inn Keeper lady? Well, darn, given his options, that sounds perfect. Plus he knows it's a good option when Kit nearly knocks him to the ground in a hug, whooping in excitement. He could get used to this kid barrelling him over every day from now on.

-- When the boy who wouldn't touch her for over a year marches up to her at Monstressor Starport and hugs her close, Rebecca thinks nothing could surprise her more. But then she hears a voice call “Mommy!” and it's a voice she's been hearing in her dreams, a voice she imagines all the time but it's her. It's her. Rebecca cried and she cried when she lost her daughter, but she cries so much more when she holds Molly in her arms again. She has her baby back. She has both her babies back.

-- True, they didn't come out of that adventure with an ounce of treasure whatsoever but Shere Khan wishes to reward Kit on his bravery (At least that's the story he's going with. Kit suspects Bagheera has something to do with his sudden bout of charity.) and has loaned the family enough to rebuild the Benbow Inn and start again and promises to take care of whatever extra expenses she requires if she plans on branching out her business.

He’s also kind enough to provide her with two employees, a criminal and a glitchy robot! Rebecca is less than pleased with that but in fairness, Wildcat is very sweet and he’s already repaired all the broken tech in her house and Molly adores him so he she can’t complain. The criminal on the other hand....

-- Baloo's first impression of Rebecca is....she's terrifying. He doesn't know what he was expecting but it certainly wasn't for little miss to come storming up to him and biting his head off for betraying her son (“son?” Kit's ears perk up, shocked.), breaking his little heart, shooting him out of the sky, threatening him and her daughter and then dragging him into a death trap of a loot wasteland which then immediately blew up. Who the Hell does Baloo think he is??

But Baloo doesn't get a word in, because Rebecca is already answering her own question. Baloo is her employee and he's going to shut his trap, work with a smile, and take care of her children with his life, does he understand her? All he manages to ask is how Becky (“Rebecca” she corrects him) can trust him to be around her kids in the first place if she thinks he's so rotten. She furrows her brow at him, like it's a stupid question. Kit trusts him, that's good enough for her.

-- Kit assures Baloo he'll warm up to Rebecca eventually. She really is a kind person. Baloo doubts that but he'll stick with it. For Kit. Molly too is growing on him. But Rebecca, she's something else. Seems with both her children back, her passion for business has returned ten fold and now she's thinking about branching out. She's not sure if it'll be for delivery or a taxi service or who knows but they're definitely gonna need a ship. She knows Baloo can fly one at the very least.

-- Kit Cloudkicker is twelve years old, going on thirteen. He likes to explore, and tinker with gears and wires but he doesn't quite wander. At heart he's rooted to his home, the Benbow Inn. But you can burn it down a million times, and it won't matter. He’s got a family and as long as he’s got them, he’ll continue glowing.

#talespin #long post #I know better than to work too hard on content for a miscroacopic fandom but LISTEB #this is for ME

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Person I fallow is posting Treasure Planet OCs. so... Here we go.

My Treasure Planet OC 'Lucky' John Flint Captain 'Lucky' John Flint "The Man Who Dances with Death" Species: Falmahaution Age: 265 years old (about 26 in human years) Family: dozens of nieces, nephiews, cousins, aunts and uncles making up Flint Pirate Clan Immediate Family: Rudolf 'The Red' Flint (brother) Isabell 'La Syrena' Flint (Sister) 'Wild Sarah' Flint (Sister, Deceased) Nathanial Flint (Father, deceased) Elizabeth Iron Flint (mother, deceased) Cassandra 'The Gypsy' (wife) William Flint (eldest son) Nathanial Flint II (youngest son) Jamaica Flint (Daughter) Ships Crewed: Fancy under Avery (As master at Arms) Wild Rover (As Captain) Weapons used: cutlass, Laser flintlock, laser blunderbuss, various cyborg appendages Strengths: intelegence, unique anotomy which results in Very capable fighter (Falmahautions have three lungs and two hearts among other things) strong cyborg limbs made out of specially forged steel, resourcefulness, expert marksman, master engineer (builds and races his own solar surfer) Knowlege of ancient technology (from studying Forefathers and Treasure Planet) Friends in high places, knowelege of how to extract and manipulate pure darkmatter, cunning Weaknesses: 1/3 of his lungs is collapsed, 1/2 of another is damaged, 1 heart poisoned in duel, overconfident, relies too much on luck and is therefore reckless, superstitious, damaged body which would be superior to most species, is now only just on par with humans, heavy drinker, conscious weighs heavily on him Captain Lucky John is the son of the notorious Nathanial Flint, and the rightful heir to Treasure Planet, in his youth, he sailed with his father while he collected the famed 'Loot of a Thousand Worlds'. Due to Nathanial Flint keep Treasure Planet's power for himself, rather than share with his beurocratic Pirate Family out of spite, Nathanial Flint was disowned by his father, and took Lucky John, his siblings and his wife plundering his own using Treasure Planet. Later, after his father was wounded in a mutiny, and he and Billy Bones fled the planet Lucky John sailed with several pirates and smugglers. The most notable of which was Captain Avery on the Fancy as Master at Arms and Marksman. Avery was, at the time, the Pirate Lord of Madagascar in the Brethren Court. Fallowing the Gunsway Heist Avery retired and ruled his Pirate Colony on Madagascar. Trouble was brewing with the Powerful Flint Pirate Clan, and the Teague Pirate Clan however. The Teagues and the Brethren Court argued that the Flints should abide by the Pirate Code though this was just the latest in a long list of grievances in their rivalry. The Flints responded that their Clan predated the Code, and had their species' longevity to prove it. Eventually, after the Flint and Teague clans erupted into open warfare with each other, and threatened to destroy the Brethren Court, and Greater Piracy as a whole, an agreement was reached. A Member of the Flint Clan would sit on the Brethren Court and call themselves one of the 9 Pirate Lords. The Flints, would, in return, agree to adhere to the Pirates Code. Avery, remembering Lucky John fondly, passed his Piece of Eight and seat to his old ship's officer. decades later, Lucky John would be injured in a duel, and fearing Death, pass his piece of eight, and seat on the Brethren Court to the only person he trusted at the time, One of his own Fleet's officers. None other than a young Edward Teague, later Keeper of the Pirate Code. Fallowing his recovery, The Flint Patriarch, Big Ben was livid, and disowned Nathanial Flint's Bloodline for a second time. Eventually, Lucky John took aboard his ship a young John Silver, who he nicknamed 'Long John Silver' for his tall tales of adventure. He was like a son to him. At the time, Billy Bones was also the ship's Helmsman, as he had been for years. Over time, John Silver became Quartermaster on the Wild Rover. After years of Comradery however, Silver began pressuring the Captain to go after Treasure Planet again, knowing Lucky John Still had the map. This eventually led to a mutiny. Silver's ruthlessness and betrayal even though he trusted him so much, as well as his two faced lies, led Lucky John to fear Silver. Flint was marooned with his loyalists on a small island, while Billy Bones Fled the ship, entrusted with the map by Lucky John. Silver hoped a few weeks on the island would convince Lucky John to change his mind. True to his luck however, a Ship loyal to Lucky John's pirate clan, a barque happened across the island. It was fleeing a Navy patrol. Flint returned to his stronghold to find Silver lamenting his actions, he had told the rest of Flint's crew and captains that he was dead. Lucky John subsequently took Silver to Protious I to the infamous Dead Man's Chest, a barren and notoriously tall platue which was a popular spot for pirates to maroon people and leave them to die atop of. The same planet, was, incidentally where Silver had rescued Morph from some years before. Lucky John's last action upon seeing Silver, was to take Silver's hand as revenge. Silver, and a handful of others, including Turnbuckle, Hands, Onus, Birdbrain Mary, Scroop and Meltdown were those who would survive the ordeal and become part of Silver's Crew later on Occasionally he sailed with Terran Letters of Marque during wars with the Procyons. He even fought along side Captain Amelia and became friends with her and had a brief thing with her. After the wars, however, Lucky John returned to pyracy, and for that, Amelia never forgave him, and they often exchanged broadsides when the notorious space pirate and the navy captain sighted each other's ships. During the Voyage to Treasure Planet, Silver used his galleon Argentum to try and intercept Billy Bones cutter as it left Spaceport Crescentia to rendezvous with Lucky John. Billy Bones had been in hiding for years, and was unable to contact his captain. While the Argentum and the Wilde Rover conducted a ferocious space battle, Silver Fled in a small gunboat with several members of his crew to try and fallow Billy Bones down to Montressor. The Argentum was heavily damaged and burning when Flint left her, and Silver beached her to return to later, as he infiltrated the RLS Legacy's crew. Flint subsequently would later give chase to the RLS Legacy but would arrive too late to take the treasure and watched from orbit as Treasure Planet Exploded. During the Ironclad conflict, Lucky John acted as one of the main Smuggler Lords who helped the Procyons build their ironclads, fallowing the end of the conflict, and Jim Hawkins promotion, Lucky John would develop a fierce rivalry with Commodore Hawkins of the Terran Royal Navy. they would fight many times and the pirate would come to remark that "Young Master Hawkins is the most worthy Challenge I have had in a long time." The rest of his life and events can be read in my, (abandoned sorry,) Fanfic www.deviantart.com/edward-smee… Eventually, Lucky John became the Falmahaution Abbassador To the Terran Empire and retired to Spaceport Cresentia. He and his crew are frequent patrons of the rebuilt Benbow Inn on Montresser. Lucky John eventually got over the loss of Treasurte Planet and came to be good friends with the Hawkins, the Dopplers and John Silver, who was an old shipmate of Lucky John's.

Lucky John and ‘Ginnie’ Flint, the OC of a friend from old rps. They are half siblings. among other aspects of my world building lore, the species of Flint, which i dubbed ‘Faulmahaltions’ is a hybridized crocodile and scorpian species, and as such further interspecies breeding is made difficult, ironically, Ginnie’s creator maintains that Ginnie had a birth defect and so was put into Stasis by Nathanial Flint, and emerged centuries later, on Lucky John’s shoulder is his pet Candarian Zapwing, Skullduggery

Lucky John was bornb beneath three lucky stars which, on his homeworld denote great fortune, and luck. Lucky John, as a result is blessed with inane and almost unbeleivable luck, and has been banished from almost all gambling establishments in the Etherium. He just is that lucky. These three fate gauging die, are a method of fortune telling used by his people, and incidentally depict the three stars Lucky John was born under.

Lucky John’s Jolly Roger is actually much more lighthearted than the pirate himself, and depicts himself dancing with Death. this is, due to the high number of times that Lucky John narrowly escaped Death due to his luck. Here he is pictured at the transom of his ship, Jolly Roger flying while weilding his cutlass, and blunderbuss, while his ship’s Long Tom sits on postion on the transom. Skullduggery perches on her master’s shoulder

Lucky John owns a number of ornate weapons he uses when pirating. A blunderbuss with a rotating series of energy cells to maximize the number of rounds without reloading, a curved dagger, and curved cutlass. After his Father’s Demise, Lucky John became a member of the crew of the famed Pirate Henry Avery, and was the ship’s Master At Arms. Avery subsequently gifted Lucky John the finest pistol aboard the Gunsway after the infamous raid. Lucky John’s musket was perhaps the most common of his weapons in the days before his own captaincy, and his ability as a sharpshooter with his cybernetic eye was made infamous. Lucky John was also infamous for once saying “If ye have one shot, and yer pinned down, shoot somewhere random, and pray for the best.” before a brick wall collapsed on Royal Marines and enabled the pirates an escape.

Lucky John is also not just a famed pirate, but also a loving and caring father. He has three children with a gypsy wife. Their hybridization was easier due to Lucky John’s knowlege of the medical technology of Treasure Planet, His daughter is named ‘Jamaica’ after his favorite pirate island, and his sons are Nathanial and Billy, after his father, and best freind. Here, Lucky John sits in the cabin of his ship, showing his children a bedtime story about his Father and the legend of Treasure Planet, while his beloved wife scoops ice cream for her children. Out the stern ligh windows are a planet and spaceport, and a pirate Barque and fast attack who serve Lucky John’s pirate clan

Lucky John’s ship the Wild Rover, named for the favorite song of Lucky John is a 30 gun pirate galleon.

Class: Galleon Designer: Lucky John Affiliation: Pirate/ Flint Pyrate clan Captain: Lucky John\ Crew: 150 space pirates of various species, and robot manufacturers. Armentment: 30 heavy laser cannons, 1 heavy long Tom projectile Cannon, 3 arm mounted grappling claws, 1 arm mounted drill, 2 arm mounted circuler saw blades Special shipboard systems: Pure Darkmatter crystal power core, cloaking device, smuggling compartments The 'Wild Rover' was built by A Falmahaultion Shipyard on Lucky John's Homeworld. He made several modifications to her systems based on things he learned studying the systems of Treasure Planet in his youth. Others, including her extremly effeciant power and engine systems, he learned from solarsurfing. Lucky John Has used the Wild Rover for 83 years, ever since he took command at the young age of 182. She has sailed under many flags since her Launch. Including the Emblem of the Falmalhaltion Empire, The Skull and Orbits, and both Terran, and Procyon Privateer Flags. Not to Mention False colors and Smugglers flags. Lucky John had used her to battle rival Pirates, His own family, Royal Light Ships, Procyon Star Runners, and Arcturian Armada Galleons, not to mention countless numbers of Richly laden merchant ships, and Rich Spaceports. Lucky John Commanded her during The Pirate Civil Wars between the Teague Clan and the Flints, which threatened to destroy the Brethren Court. He also fought several battles between Admiral Amelia, Commodore Hawkins, other Prominent Terran naval Officers, and John Silver.

Falmahaultions are native to the Planet Candaria. Their name is actually in reference to two ancestral species. a crocodilian and scorpian species who interbred, Fal’ Mah-Hault is actually a translation meaning ‘Children of Mah and Hault’ the first two who interbred. due to this hybridization it made their species difficult to hybridize further, resulting in birth defects. unique anatomical features include:

Three lungs. one large interlocking respiratory system

Two hearts, completely separate circulatory systems, one is cold blooded, the other is warm blooded, they even each other out, and regulate the body.

an external ‘exoskeletal brace’ prominant on the hands and faces, the ‘brace’ is what remains of the scorpian ancestors exoskeleton, and serves to protect joints, as in the knuckles, and bones, as well as protect sensitive nerve endings. in both the hands, and the face around the eyes, these nerve endings sense chemicals in their air, like a snake’s tongue.

three pairs of eyes. each vertical pair sees color in different wavelengths, and gives a great field of vision as well. ultra violet normal light etc.

Increased tolerance to poison etc. Falmahaultions also retain their scorpian poison glands, though they migrated to their talons, and fangs, and are, in most cases underdeveloped, and have to be stimulated with certain herbs to reach full maturity, and toxicity.

another interesting feature, is the split nails of the Falmahaultions. This is a cosmetic choice, rather than a genetic trait. it is one talon per finger, which certain warrior classes, or others of particular wealth and stature began splitting with knives and permitting to grew in a bifurcated look. The practice was widely adopted by both males and females, but began with the female warrior caste. despite the wholly cosmetic nature of the procedure, Falmahaultion doctors have noted that the remnant poison glands flow easier under such circumstances.

Sensative smell- large noses and nostrils permit Falmahaultions excellent smell

Dense muscles, their species hails from a jungle world, with aztec like architecture and as a result, are known for their great physical strength, and survival abilities, which is only aided by additional respiratory and circulatory systems.

LUCKY JOHN’S TRAITS IN REGARD TO THE ABOVE WORLDBUILDING

Lucky John has lost one heart and one and half of another lung to a duel with a poisoned blade. His body was unable to process the poison due to its extreme potency, and destroyed one of his hearts, one of his lungs, and caused a lung collapse in his middle lung. This incident lowered his all around ability for athleticism and strength and as a result put him on par with most humans, and humanoid species. His luck enabled him to survive.

Lucky John lost his lower right eye in another incident and had damage caused to his nerve endings. He was forced to replace it with a cybernetic eye having all the standard features, and replace one of the nerve endings as well. eventually, he had a special protective placed secured over the central ridge of nerves that journeyed up his face in between his eyes. he forged both from gold.

Lucky John Split his fingernails. Both in homage to warrior caste traditions, and out of a cosmetic choice. sometimes he paints them, or lets his wife paint them. Though traditional nail paint is made from a mix of pigments and the individuals own venom. In the case of his lost arm, his has curved knife blades with no splits in them.

A heraldic Candarian Zapwing and the Flag of the Flint Pirate Clan. The Central Clan has hundreds of Flints, aunts, neices nephews, uncles, brothers, sisters, all under the leadership of Lucky John’s Grandfather, and Nathanial Flint’s Father, Big Ben Flint. Who has disowned Nathanial Flint’s Bloodline multiple occasions. Each subsequent member of the clan however, has their own flagship, command fleet, and Pirate Clan under their leadership with many fleets and hideouts, giving way to a powerful pirate dynasty, and empire. a dynsasty and Empire which Nathanial Flint outshone when he took Treasure Planet for himself to spite his greedy and powerhungry father Big Ben, thus earning his ire.

The Pride of Candaria, a stolen royal Flagship bearing Candarian symbols on her sails. the Flagship of the Flint Pirate Clan, and the ship of Big Ben himself. The whole stern is the site of not just cabins but pirate administrative offices from which the massive pirate clan can run their empire.

For your consideration @lootofathousandsworld I haven’t touched these guys in so long. I miss them.

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