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Antidote	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Treasure Planet Views: 838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Treasure Planet, Anastasia, or Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas. Nor do I profit from this. Enjoy my madness. Otherwise, sod off!! :D

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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/SLASH!/Lemon
A/N: Treasure Planet belongs to Disney. Anastasia belongs to Fox Animation. Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas belongs to Dreamworks.
Doppler approached the work table, keeping his eyes on the old cyborg. Although Conig still had quite a bit of vigor left in him, he had the smallest of quakes within his limbs and his cybernetic parts looked rusted and second-hand at best.
Those small details did little to draw out a gasp from him, however. Although the cyborg's engineered eye moved about this way and that, obviously being able to distinguish his guests by their heat signatures, Delbert couldn't look away from the other one. It might have once been green, or perhaps blue, but the organic eye had a light gray film over it now. Conig was blind.
Unable to explain, even to himself, Doppler had a sudden shift of depression wave over him. The cyborg reminded him of someone... perhaps...
"Is somethin' the matter?" Conig asked him.
He shook his head. "It's nothing." Back in the game, "We heard that you have stored fuel here for Etherium ships. We need to have Grade Eight-I-Nine-dash-Zero-Three. Would you happen to have any that we may purchase from you?"
"Hmmm... How many are you lookin' to buy?"
"Five tanks, if possible. Four at the least."
The cyborg shifted in his seat, calculating on both of his organic sets of fingers while muttering to himself. He gave a smug grin, the metal making up part of his jaw glinting in the faint light. "Well... I'll tell you now, it ain't cheap. 'Specially for five tanks."
"How much?"
"I'd say... two hundred doubloons, to be fair."
Masterson clicked his beak indignantly. "Two hundred? We could buy five times as much with the same price!"
Targon pushed the bird-like creature behind him. Leaning a little against the wall for support, he eyed the cyborg with suspicion.
"Nobody really comes out to this part of the galaxy. I hardly think you get any business being this far out. Why would such an honest gentleman, such as yourself, try to rob us of our purse for tanks of fuel that you'll never use?"
Conig's blind eye furrowed in anger. "And who says I won't ever use those tanks? Besides, I could put any price tag on what I see fit. The fuel is mine."
"As it should be." Targon said, not backing down. "But since no one else will most-likely land on Razboon anytime in the near future, why don't you just lower the price a little bit so as to make it more accommodating for all of us?"
"...And what's the accommodating price?"
"Fifty."
"FIFTY?" The cyborg jumped up from his chair, successfully knocking it over in the process. "Why don't you just truss me up for crow bait? Do I look addled in the brain to you? I may not see as well anymore, but I am not one to be toyed with!"
Suddenly, out from underneath the table came a terrible hissing. Everyone stopped the tirade for a moment, as Doppler was getting ready to duck underneath the desk to identify the source.
"That would not be a good idea. Gishna gets really angry when I get to yelling. Plus, it's almost her dinner time."
"What in the world is a Gishna?" The astrophysicist asked.
"Not a Gishna. Her name is just Gishna." The cyborg smiled momentarily. "Just stick your hand out under there and let her know you're there."
Looking out from underneath the gloom of the table was a single orb of orange light peering out at the astrophysicist. As the canid held out his hand at the light, a pattering of floppy feet hit the floor at a quick speed, that it took Doppler off-guard. As he retracted his hand, an odd creature came skidding across the concrete floor.
Gishna reminded Delbert of an ape-like being, except with one large eye that took over most of the face.
The creature looked to be covered in a lilac coat of fur, with deep red quills jutting outward. Even right now, as Gishna was clearly upset, the lilac color was slowly swelling into a dusky purple and the body became spherical with the sharp quills jutting out like a blow fish. Her long tail flicked to and fro from the rotund body.
"Is that a...?" Doppler became ecstatic within seconds of seeing the animal, but he had to ask, in case he was dreaming.
"Yes. That would be Gishna, the Primetorian."
"Only ten of these are left in the entire Etherium!"
The astrophysicist reached again towards the Primetorian, his curiosity outweighing the initial fear he had for the hissing creature. She blinked her large orange eye, growling at him.
"Come here, girl." Conig called to Gishna. The creature deflated quickly, turning back into its original color. It began cooing at the sight of the ancient cyborg and ran on all fours towards its master. Gishna sat upon his shoulder, laughing and clapping her enlarged hands like a child.
"That... is probably... the most... disturbing thing I... have ever seen..." Masterson enunciated carefully, his eyes wide and his feathers ruffled as he stared at Gishna.
"Now, can we get back to negotiating, cyborg?" Targon asked Conig impatiently.
A metallic fist slammed into the work table. "I WILL NOT SELL MY FUEL FOR LESS THAN TWO HUNDRED, MARK ME WORDS!"
"FIFTY IS A FAIR ENOUGH PRICE," Targon yelled back, "YOU STUBBORN HUNK OF HARDWARE!"
"I'LL NOT TAKE ANY OFFER MADE TO ME THAT IS LESS THAN WHAT I ASKED FER, ESPECIALLY IF IT'S OFFERED BY AN OVERGROWN LOBSTER!"
Suddenly, Delbert felt like everything was too quite outside of this hangar. The yelling match echoed around the metallic walls and bounced back at them. But his fear was initiated, not by a gut instinct, but from watching the Primetorian cocking its head this way and that on Seegurd's shoulder, making nervous clicking noises. The other three in the room seemed not to notice.
"-ONE HUNDRED-"
"-TWO HUNDRED-"
"-ONE FIFTY-"
"Ummm... gentlemen, perhaps we should hurry this process along, d-don't you agree?" Doppler interrupted, feeling his brow starting to sweat.
"I DON'T NEED TO TAKE THIS FROM A DECREPIT CYBORG! I AM THE FIRST MATE OF THE NOTORIOUS CAPTAIN SUDAYEV!" Targon pulled his blaster from his holster and aimed it at Conig. "NOW, HAND OVER YOUR FUEL, ON FEAR OF LOSING YOUR MISERABLE LIFE!" Masterson pulled his gun out as well.
The cyborg jumped to his feet and lifted one leg into the air, the cybernetic parts forming into a cannon, aiming at his adversary. "YOU'LL GO DOWN WITH ME, YOU FLEA-BITTEN PIRATE!"
"Uh... please, gentlemen, let's just all be calm and civilized about this..."
Then, out of the dead silence between the three that held each other at gun point, a sound of engines crept closer to the hangar. A voice called out, booming into the charged atmosphere and breaking the tension.
"Come out with your weapons surrendered! This is Captain Amelia of the Galaxy Police! We have you surrounded!"
The three lowered their weapons, looking out at the garage-like door, as if expecting it to be blown to pieces. Seegurd looked as if he were going to explode himself, if only from outrage.
"You... IDIOTS! You brought the Galaxy Police after you?"
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A/N: Told you she'd make another scene! :D Will they make it back to The Compass Blade? :) Coming up next: a chapter on Dimitri and on Jim! Just how is our little Jimbo doing? :D
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