Author`s note: I claim Dagda and any extra characters in this story as my own 
creation.
 
Chapter 1
 
 Rough Times
 
 
"James Pleiades Hawkins!" Sarah Hawkins said as she opened the door to her 
son's bedroom.
Three-year old Jim Hawkins jumped and slammed his holo-book shut.
He propped himself up on his hands and put on his most innocent face.
"I thought you were asleep an hour ago," Sarah said.
"But Mom," Jim groaned, "I was just getting to the best part..."
He hugged the book to his chest and grinned broadly with wide, blue-gray 
eyes.
"... Please," he begged.
Sarah fixed him with a stern stare, then smiled.
"Oh can those eyes get any bigger?" she said, shaking her head.
Jim grinned.
"Scootch over," Sarah said as she climbed into bed with her son.
Jim opened the holo-book and leaned against his mother, listening to the 
story of Captain Flint and his treasure.
Once the story ended, Jim turned to Sarah.
"How do you think Flint did it, Mom?" he asked eagerly.
He climbed up onto his headboard and stood with his arms stretched out like 
an eagle's.
"How he'd swoop out of nowhere," Jim said, jumping off the board and landing 
gently on the matress before burying beneath the covers, "and vanish without 
a trace?"
Sarah smiled.
"I have no idea," she said, then grabbed Jim out from under the covers and 
blew a rasberry on his belly.
Jim let out a shout of laughter.
"Okay," Sarah said as she tucked Jim beneath the covers, "now it's time for 
this little spacer to go back to sleep."
"Do you think anyone will ever find Treasure Planet?" Jim asked.
"Sweetheart," Sarah said, pulling a pirate figurine from beneath Jim's 
pillow and peering at it, "I think it's more of a legend."
She placed the figure on Jim's desk.
"I know it's real," Jim said, with the same tone in his voice that all 
toddlers often have about a certain fantasy.
Sarah smiled.
"You win," she said, "it's real."
She kissed him on the forehead and turned out the light.
She stood up and moved to exit the room, but stopped in the doorway and 
turned back to Jim.
"I love you," she whispered, closing the door slowly behind her.
"Love you too," Jim whispered.
Moments after the door closed, he dove beneath the covers and re-opened the 
holo-book.
"There are nights when the winds of the Etherium," the voice of the 
holo-book said, "so inviting in their promise of flight and freedom, made 
one's spirit soar!"
 
12 years later...
 
Jim Hawkins flew along the rocky terrain of Montressor. He flew till the 
earth dropped beneath him. At the last second he adjusted the solar surfer 
to catch the sun and he shot up toward the clouds. With a simple step the 
said folded down onto the board of the solar surfer, leaving just the 
metalic body and air to support Jim thousands of feet in the air. Jim 
closed his eyes and allowed the feeling of the three thousand foot fall to 
take him captive. Jim plunged through the air at breakneck speed, spinning 
like a top.
At the last second Jim released his sail, giving his surfer the necessary 
boost to pull up before he smashed into the rocky earth as Jim skimmed 
through the air. Hovering only feet above the ground as he rocketed down 
the chasm. Jim let out an elated cry of triumph as he rocketed down the 
chasm. Reaching the end of the trench, Jim broke through the barricade. A 
loud siren rose, but Jim ignored it. Too caught up in the joy of flight as 
he dodged the griding machinery. Then he saw it, the rotating turbines used 
to remove rock.
It was too perfect.
"Come on!" Jim shouted, retracting his sail and putting on a burst of speed.
Knowing that if he miscalculated his timing he'd be crushed to bits.
He slipped through the spining slates with a yell of triumph. Laughing as 
he opened his sail and flew toward the sky. Then he heard them, the 
approaching sirens.
Jim rolled his eyes.
"Oh great!" he groaned.
 
It was a busy morning at the Benbow Inn. Poor Sarah Hawkins had been 
running back and forth, trying to fill everyone's orders and keep her 
customers satisfied.
"Mrs. Hawkins!" a wrinkled, one-eyed woman called as she waved an empty 
glass.
"I know," Sarah said, "refill on the purp juice, comming right up Mrs. 
Dunwoody!"
She stopped by a table were a dog-like alien sat reading.
"Sorry Delbert," Sarah apologized, setting down his food, "It's been a 
madhouse in here all morning."
Dr. Delbert Doppler was an old friend of the Hawkins family, and an 
astrophysicist.
"No problem Sarah," Delbert said.
He looked down at his food and grinned.
"Ah," he sighed, "my Alponian chowder with the extra solara seed, yum!"
He took a spoonful and was about to bring it to his lips when a small 
toad-like alien girl child approached him with wide blue eyes.
"Greetings small one," Delbert said.
The girl peered at him.
Delbert grinned nervously.
"Go away," he said sweetly, waving to the girl, "are you're parents around?"
The girl smiled.
"What's the matter?" Delbert grinned, "Cat got your tong- AAAH!"
The girl had opened her mouth and her tongue shot out like an arrow and 
snatched the bit of food off Delbert's spoon.
She laughed and then skipped off.
"Oh they're so adorable at that age," Sarah sighed.
"Oh yes," Delbert said dismissively, "deplorable- ah! Adorable. Speaking 
of which, how's Jim doing?"
"Much better," Sarah said, picking up a stack of dishes, " I know, he had 
some rough spots earlier this year but I really think he's starting to turn 
a corner."
The door opened to reveal Jim standing between two large robo-cops.
"Mrs. Hawkins," the first cop said.
Sarah gasped and dropped the dishes she was holding with a loud- CRASH!
"Jim!" she exclaimed.
"Ooh," Delbert winced, "wrong turn... very bad..."
"Okay thanks for the lift guys," Jim grinned, attempting to shrug off the 
cops.
"Not so fast!" the first cop snapped, clamping a heavy metal hand on Jim's 
shoulder and pulling him back.
"We apprehended your son operating a solar vehicle in a restricted area," 
the second cop said.
"Moving violation 9-0-4," the first cop said, section 15, paragraph... 
um..."
"Six," Jim muttered.
"Thank you," the first cop said.
"Don't mention it," Jim muttered.
"As you are aware ma'am," the second cop said, "this constitutes a violation 
of his probation."
"Yes," Sarah said, "I understand... B-but could we just..."
"Pardon me, officers," Delbert said, stepping forward, "if I might interject 
here. I' am the noted astrophysicist Dr. Delbert Doppler... Perhaps you've 
heard of me?"
The robo cops were silent.
Sarah bit her lip.
"No?" Delbert said, he fumbled around in his pocket, "I have a clipping..."
"Are you the boy's father?" the first cop asked sternly.
Delbert snorted.
"What?" he gasped, choking, "Good heavens no! Eew!"
"Oh yes!" Sarah said, "Eew! He's just an old friend of the family."
"Back off sir!" the robo-cops snapped.
Delbert jumped.
"Thank you, Delbert," Sarah said, gently ushering Delbert away, "I will take 
it from here."
"Well, Sarah," Delbert said, "if you insist..."
He cleared his throat.
"... Don't ever let me do that again," he whispered to Sarah as he hastily 
backing away from the robo-cops.
"Due to repeated violations of statute 15-C," the first cop said, "we have 
impounded his vehicle."
"Any further slip-ups will result in a one-way ticket to Juvenile Hall," the 
second cop said.
"Kiddie hoosegow," the first cop added.
"The slammo," the second cop added.
"Thank you officers," Sarah said, pulling Jim away from the cops, "It won't 
happen again."
"We see his type all the time ma'am," The first cop said.
"Wrong choices," the second cop added.
"Dead enders," the first cop added.
"Losers," the second cop added.
Jim glared up at the cops.
"You take care now," the first cop said, tipping his hat.
"Let's motor!" the second cop said.
The robo-cops wheeled out the door, closing it behind them.
Sarah and Jim turned to see the entire dining room gaping at them but the 
customers quickly went back to their own business.
Sarah turned back to Jim.
"Jim I have had it!" Sarah snapped, but not loud enough for the entire hall 
to hear, "do you want to go to Juvenile Hall? Is that it?"
Jim turned away and began to clear a few dirty dishes from a nearby table.
"Jim," Sarah said, "look at me. It's been hard enough keeping this place 
afloat by myself without you-"
Finally Jim turned to face her.
"Mom," he said, "it was no big deal. There was nobody around... those cops 
just won't get off my ba-"
Sarah fixed him with a cold and stern stare and Jim was silent.
"Forget it," he said sullenly, turning and resuming his gathering plates.
"Mrs. Hawkins!" the ever more impatient Mrs. Dunwoody called, waving her 
glass, "My juice!"
"Yes I'll be right there Mrs. Dunwoody!" Sarah called.
She turned back to Jim.
"Jim," she said gently, "I just don't want to see you throw away your entire 
future."
She turned and left to tend to Mrs. Dunwoody.
"Yeah," Jim breathed as he disappeared into the kitchen and deposited the 
dishes in the sink, "what future?"