Hi and welcome to The Golden Dawn!

Before all things i would like to thank you all for the welcoming my first chapter of Feels Bucket received! We're around 700 views... I had never had so much views, even with all my old fanfics together. So, yeah, thank you all for reading and leaving reviews! It really encourages me to continue. And overall thanks to cirilee who made an awesome fanart and helped in its gain of popularity!

This time will be different given that i plan on writing a whole fanfic with many chapters, a fanfic that will be staging an au that cirilee created: Ducks in Space, or the Space AU. You can check our fanarts and headcanons on our tumblrs cirilee and insomniz by searching #space au or #ducks in space. Now, enough on the advertising.

You don't know the space au? No probs, here's little explanations.

Shortly, imagine Scrooge being the most (in)famous space pirate of all times, purchased by his nephew who's a space cop in the space marine. Lots of space, yeah. I won't tell you more, just that you will be dealing with some tragic backstories, some angst and maybe some blood. So really be prepared.

Edit: The first chapter has been drastically changed to the better, and this thanks to my friend Lu! They're the best corrector I could ever dream of and they really respect the original idea...

If you want to check their tumblr (and you surely want to do that because they're the best and purest person on Earth), it's draaaaaagoooooons (with six a and six o... seriously Lu).

To say Fenton Crackshell admired First Lieutenant Duck was a serious understatement.

Donald Duck, which was his full name, so high-ranked in the Space Marine, was the space seaman's roll model, his idol. But who could blame him ? All the lower-ranked Marines on their secretly blushed when they crossed paths with the famous Lieutenant.

His righteous gait, low voice and stern glance, to his gloomy appearance and the scar zigzagging across his cheek under his eyepatch that hid his blind left eye. With his insignias-adorned chest, his mantle floating behind him, and the cigarette always at his lips wrapping his surroundings in tendrils of smoke, he almost looked like a caricatural grumpy inspector.

Granted, he was sometimes impatient, harsh with the space sailors he had to guide. Rumors had it that he had become a sour and acrimonious man after what had happened to him. But that had no impact on the praise Fenton always found to describe his superior.

Moreover, and to add to Fenton's despair, he was quite handsome. This was to his despair indeed, it was because he could not help himself: his cheeks burned red every time he thought about his First Lieutenant. It did feel nice to think about him, but at the same time it was so embarrassing... But no one could deny that his single blue eye, his blond hair and his muscular silhouette were pleasing to look at, and especially not Fenton. The Lieutenant was Fenton's opposite; he himself was latino, with crazy brown hair and a halo of almost invisible freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose under bright hazelnut eyes. Even though Fenton only knew the infamous Marine through rumors and hearsay, he could tell their personalities contrasted greatly.

Above all Fenton was but a humble space sailor, a rookie at its finest; he was nothing in comparison to the blond First Lieutenant. And the fact that some time ago a simple space sailor - like him - had gone by the name and rank "Private Duck" was near unbelievable to him. He couldn't see him any differently from the bold, experienced man he was today. He was so high-ranked, compared to Fenton...

First Lieutenant was almost the highest rank on their spaceship, barely under the Captain. Of course there were the generals, towering above the Space Marine hierarchy, but Fenton doubted he'd ever encounter one. As a plain space sailor, he wasn't even allowed to battle against pirates yet, except if things were really looking bad. He did chores most of the time, attending the compulsory training sessions without knowing if he'd ever use his sword. He only saw First Lieutenant Duck from far away on the ship, and when he encountered him in the hallway, he tried - and mostly failed - not to stare too openly.

So when he met the Lieutenant in the controls room this morning, he didn't believe his luck and tried not to faint when the blond space seaman raised his only eye towards him. His gaze was navy blue, a darkened ultramarine. The other one was hidden as always; no one on the ship had ever seen it, except for the nurse who had healed him immediately after the fight that cost him half his fight. Fenton just assumed he had a faded iris, somehow clearer. But he had to sop staring at his eyepatch, he knew how it annoyed the First Lieutenant.

The latino seaman had been chosen to replace some First Class to monitor the ship's radar, but no one had told him he'd be doing it in the presence of the First Lieutenant...

Fenton tried to keep his composure and almost forgot to salute him in the process.

- First Lieutenant Duck, I'm Priva-

- Private Crackshell, yes, I know, he replied, lowering his eyes again on the map he was studying.

Trying hard not to blush at the fact that the First Lieutenant knew his name, Fenton cleared his throat.

- I'm here to survey the radar.

- Very well. Please, have a seat. The radar's right there.

Fenton sat mechanically, unable to fully concentrate since the Lieutenant was just a few feet away from him, studiously examining his maps and tracing itineraries on them. The radar was silent and there was no trace of danger on it. All was calm in the endless sea of darkened skies. Fenton turned to the Lieutenant as he kept working diligently.

- I heard the officers talk about you, Crackshell, First Lieutenant Duck suddenly said without raising his eyes from the map. You're the mathematics genius, right?

Fenton was startled by the question. Not only had the Lieutenant heard about him, but he also considered him a mathematics genius... That was way too much to handle, and Fenton couldn't answer without stuttering.

- I- F-First Lieutenant, I-

- You can call me Donald. And you're?

- Fenton, sir- i mean Donald. And i'm no genius. I just find it easy to understand computers, all these things, is all...

- Well, Fenton, this is really helpful, Donald conceded. But i never saw you train at swordfighting ? Mathematics are important, but fighting is as well, for the space officers that we are.

- I train everyday, but i have to admit I'm not very good. Not as good as you, First Li- Donald. I saw you fight last time we had a battle against pirates. No one can knock out so many pirates like you do!

Fenton realized only then he must have sounded like an excited fanboy - which he totally was. First Lieutenant Duck was obviously going to have to remind him of the proper manners to be had when addressing with a superior.

But much to Fenton's surprise, Donald's reaction was to burst out into laughter. It wasn't a mocking laugh, rather a amused one. Fenton was shocked to discover that the usually gloomy Lieutenant could smile and laugh. But it was true he had been really nice to him since he walked into the room. He certainly wasn't like this with the other space sailors.

- Don't be so harsh on yourself. You're still a fresh space seaman. You still have a lot to learn... We all begin at the same point. It's by never giving up that only the best emerge. And i don't deserve such compliments...

His glance wandered away from his maps and finally met Fenton's.

- I could give you some advice if you're interested. Maybe we could train together?

Fenton's heart missed a beat upon hearing these words. Was he dreaming? If it was a dream, the seaman wished he'd never wake up. But this didn't seem to be a dream. His heart wouldn't be beating so fast right now.

His highest superior wanted to train with him. He felt way up high on a little cloud, floating into pure joy and disbelief.

- I don't want to waste your time...

- It wouldn't be wasted. I always enjoy fighting, and i still need training as well.

The latino space seaman let his gaze focus on the sword laid near the Lieutenant. It was Donald's, Fenton had recognized it immediately. Every time he fought with it, the neon triangle around his wrist flickered into existence and his sword lit up with a violet-pink glow. He handled it expertly, like it was an extension of his own body. He was quick and nimble, deadly if he wanted to. Fenton was always inspired when he saw him fight. He made it seem almost as easy as sailing.

But reality was truly otherwise. Fenton was as flexible as a stick of wood and moved with the speed of a snail. More often than not, his opponent had no problem striking him, while Donald did the opposite: ending the fight in a few swift seconds, already winning.

Rumors claimed that it was the man's pirate uncle himself who had taught him how to fight. The infamous Scrooge McDuck was the richest and the most daring of all pirate Captains. He was a delicate topic on the spaceship, and nobody dared to mention him anywhere near the First Lieutenant Duck.

But Fenton, who had never met the pirate in person - thank the stars, or he wouldn't be in this world anymore - only knew him through the seamen's gossip and whispers. Word had it that even First Lieutenant Duck couldn't win a fight against him. After all, it was from his own uncle's sword that he got the scar he was always hiding... Rumors said a lot about Scrooge McDuck. They said his entire space ship was made of gold, that his crew reflected his character: merciless, frightening and only interested in money. They could kill a man without a qualm, just for the promise of loot.

They said Scrooge McDuck was the worst of all and that he wouldn't hesitate to go so far as to hurt even his own crew.

Fenton was more than curious and burning to ask Donald questions about him, but that was by far the worst thing to do. The last time a sailor had murmured "nephew of Scrooge McDuck" as Donald passed by near him, he was almost thrown overboard.

- Can I ask you something, Donald?

- Sure thing, the superior officer replied with a stiff smile.

- Why were you out of the Space Marine for so long? The others soldiers, they say you retired for years, and then came back... I'm sorry if this is a personal question, he added hurriedly.

As a matter of fact, Fenton was a complete newbie; he had only been on ship for one year, when the First Lieutenant had been sailing and fighting since he was seventeen, making him a sailor of around fourteen years now. The novice, not knowing anything at first, still had a lot to learn about the inner workings and drama of the Space Marine in spite of the rumors that went around wildly on the ship. On his second day he already knew everything about the First Lieutenant's past. He knew he was the nephew of the very infamous Scrooge McDuck, he knew what had happened to his eye, he knew almost all there was to know.

Fenton had then happened to know Donald had been leaving the Space Marine for a few years; way before Fenton himself became a recruit.

- No, it's fine. Well, let's say I had other priorities... I have three nephews in my care, and they were babies at that time, so I tended to them. Now that they have grown up a bit, they can wait for me while I'm off on missions.

Fenton observed with bewilderment the sparkle in his superior's eyes and the smile that had arisen on his face. It was moving to see how talking about his nephews had really changed the usually cold Lieutenant. This conversation felt like he was discovering a new person. But he was still so admirative of him. Even more, maybe.

Donald seemed to realize he was being openly nostalgic and a little too much personal in front of a sailor, a simple Private. He frowned again and went back to studying his maps without a word.

A shrill noise caught Fenton's attention: the radar had detected something approaching them.

- Damn, it's a- It's a ship! Well, i think so... It's so big... he muttered, gaze trained to the radar, unable to believe his own eyes.

In a jump, Donald was at his shoulder, staring down at the screen of the radar.

- Cant be another Space Marine ship, murmured the First Lieutenant. They would have sent us a signal. That can only mean one thing...

Fenton swallowed his saliva, slowly understanding what the little red point on the radar was.

- We'd need confirmation, added Donald, but we'd better prepare our weapons. Let's raise the alert.

He turned on the microphone, calmly announcing to the entire crew that a pirate ship was dangerously approaching theirs. They had to take advantage and arrest them. He grasped his sword and put it in his scabbard, then patted Fenton on the shoulder.

- We'll train another time, I guess. Don't do anything stupid, alright? You know Privates don't get to take out their swords yet.

He left the room, soon followed by Fenton, but he stopped right away on the threshold, gazing up at the sky, a habit from his time living on solid ground that he never really abandoned. Yet the boundless black sky was everywhere around them, an abyss of stars and constellations over his head. Something was passing over the stars; the distinctive shape of a ship's wooden hull. As the ship got closer and more identifiable, Fenton forgot how to breathe. In the corner of his vision, he saw that Donald was frozen as well.

Donald would have recognized this ship amongst thousands.

That's it for the first chapter! Are you excited? (because i sure am) (also shippers of fentonald welcome take a seat, you might see little hints sometimes)

More will be coming very soon! So stay tuned!