Chapter 1
So, this is Kuaii? Smaller than she thought it would be...too much water for her tastes. After nearly a year of fruitless searching this was where she was lead.
Kuriani landed her ship on one of the smaller, uninhabited islands nearby, before getting out. The ship itself was a sleek molten green, and had once belonged to her Creator's father. It was in terrible condition when she was freed, of course, but being genius as she was, she'd been able to repair the damage.
The laboratory had been abandoned when Kuriani woke from a long forced slumber. There was no sight of the boy, nor his evil genius father - and she found that she was not upset about being left alone here, but that her revenge had slipped through her fingers while she had been sleeping.
A breeze ruffled her midnight black fur as she took in her immediate surroundings carefully. She had a slender figure similar to that of Angel, but her head was relatively smaller in size and she had long ears that fell to her shoulders and curled at the tips. Her tail was long and fluffy and would drag on the floor as she walked. Her tail tip, ear tips, belly and eye patches had a blood red colouring to them. On her chest the numbers and letters "TR-700" was emblazoned. She wore a lab coat - it had once belonged to her Creator - and in the back of the white material there were two self inserted slits that fit a pair of midnight black wings perfectly, wings that were currently folded against her back.
Kuriani, or Test Run 700, found herself satisfied that she would go undiscovered, and moved to the other wide of her ship. She opened the door and removed a compact toolbox from the other side. Now, to the matter at hand - she needed to find whom she was looking for.
Spanning out her wings she took to the air, flying to the nearby, populated island. She landed in the more densely forested area to avoid detection. As Kuriani walked she thought about what she learned during her impromptu trip to the Galactic Federation...
Planet Turo, Archives
A few days ago…
TR-700 growled as she read, hardly believing her eyes and barely resisting the urge to be violently ill. How could her kind stoop so low?
According to the official records, the lab that she was created in was destroyed by a blaze shortly after she was imprisoned as a result of a freak accident. Her Creator was the only assumed survivor. He went on to carry on his fathers work - according to the database he created 626 experiments successfully. She'd been imprisoned too long. The last of her recollections state that the foundations had barely been laid for genetically engineered life. She was the only one of the 700 test runs that had been successful.
Of course, that had been when everything had been set to go wrong. As her Creator finished his 626th experiment, he was taken into custody and placed in prison on a life sentence, and the most recent experiment, 626, was also captured and was set to be transported to a secure sell on a uninhabited asteroid. Of course, no bonds were the match for 626 and he easily escaped.
That was when the worst thing happened that could've ever happened to experiment kind - 626 crash landed and met that earthling girl. Lilo. Kuriani shuddered at the mere thought of the name. She took her kin and turned them into utter weaklings - and her Creator was somehow okay with that! - and the experiments now reportedly lived in peace on earth. All thanks to that little girl and her Ohana and precious love. TR-700 refused to accept that. That girl must die!
Mimicking the earth girl as a touch of irony after vowing to restore her kind to glory, TR-700 took the name Kuriani, a name that meant "Dark One", and began to plan out her demise. She'll avenge the evil they were meant to embody, extract justice for her imprisonment and rule the galaxy in a glorious shroud of chaos and destruction. This, she swore!
Present day
Kuriani chuckled darkly as she walked - the sound was high pitched, like what one would describe as a hyena's laugh. She stopped at the top of the dirt trail. The blue house towered in front of her. She had found what she had been looking for. Time to execute phase 1...