Living the Quatoptian Way
Written by: Cartman's Girl

Notes: Wow, a Lilo & Stitch fanfic which isn't a slashy one by me! I'm shocked. Well, Morgana Circe is my fancharacter who is of the same species as Jumba. I came up with a name for hteir species, Quatroptian. Four eyes, in a way I guess. Just how did Jumba get some of the DNA he used in his experiments? Read on.

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Chapter One: No Damsal in Distress

I am not a pretty girl
That is not what I do
I ain't no damsel in distress
And I don't need to be rescued
so put me down punk
Maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair
Isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

I am not an angry girl
But it seems like I've got everyone fooled
Every time I say something they find hard to hear
They chalk it up to my anger
And never to their own fear
And imagine you're a girl
Just trying to finally come clean
Knowing full well they'd prefer you
Here dirty and smiling

And I am sorry
I am not a maiden fair
And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

And generally my generation
Wouldn't be caught dead working for the man
And generally I agree with them
Trouble is you gotta have yourself an alternate plan
And I have earned my disillusionment

I have been working all of my life
And I am a patriot
I have been fighting the good fight
And what if there are no damsels in distress
What if I knew that and I called your bluff?
Don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down
Whether or not you ever show up

I am not a pretty girl
I don't want to be a pretty girl
No I want to be more than a pretty girl

Not a Pretty Girl
Ani DiFranco

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The wind was extremely strong that day on the distant planet known as Turo. The planet itself didn't have any actual natives, it was more of a planet which allowed aliens of all shapes and sizes to live, work, you get the idea. Sort of like Earth, but… very very different. More technology sound and so forth is one difference, and the inhabitants were indeed of different shapes and sizes. One of these aliens, was Morgana Circe. She closed her four eyes as the sharp wind whipped around the street corners.

"Stupid weather." She muttered, since the chill was causing her hair (even if they were only five thick black straggled strands) whip around atop her head. The cold barely got to her, reason being her species was known for their tough hides and layers of fat. The fat was an insulator against the cold, sure it made hot days sort of hard to tolerate but she put up with it pretty well. Her muscles were another thing, very strong and very powerful. No alien would dare attack her, or anyone of her species and hope to survive.

"Now where is that stupid address…" Morgana grumbled to herself as she placed two fingers down the front of her boob tube and pulled out a piece of paper. She held it up to her face, skimming over it. "South End… yess… South End." She stuffed the piece of paper back down between her rather large breasts and continued on her way. Most aliens who didn't know any better would wonder if she had leg cramp, but it wasn't her fault her species rarely moved their knees. You can blame heavy gravity for that.

Soon the wind died down, and Turo continued on it's way spinning through the galaxy. Busy aliens rushed past Morgana on their way to work, home, council, or whatever. Not that she cared what other people did, as long as they didn't mess with her. Morgana was never one to socialize, the only ones she does socialize with were her boss'. And their shapes varied a lot. Sometimes they were a quarter her size, sometimes they stood above her like a tower. Being seven foot tall and bulky, all the aliens moved out of her way as she continued along the streets.

Finally she arrived at the address, she looked up at it. The South End was known for their rich housing owners, so she wasn't surprised to see the location was atop one of the largest steeples. She entered the advanced looking elevator and hit the correct number. A second later she stepped out into a main lobby, well it looked like a main lobby. The walls were bare and naked looking, and only a clock sat on the wall. She put her arms behind her back, also over her powerful laser, and walked around the room slowly.

Just the empty walls and a window which showed off the city. Distant lights flashed, but no sound was audible. Such heights do that. Her small ears perked as she heard a door slide open behind her and turned around. Well, one of her eyes raised it's eyebrow at the sight. A male Quatoptian, in other words, a male of her species entered the room. He had a darker hide compared to hers, and was about an inch shorter.

"Dr. Jumba Jookiba?" she asked, her eyebrow lowering as he stopped before her. He nodded,

"Yah, and you are the bounty hunter 'Morg'?" Jumba replied. He had expected something else, and probably something manly. Not a female of his species of all things. Morgana gave a sharp nod and held a hand out,

"Morgana, bounty hunger extraordinaire." He shook her hand, and was surprised at how strong her grip was. Sure all Quatoptian's were strong, but she was a hint stronger then him. "Pleasure to meet you, boss." Jumba pulled his hand out of her grip, and rubbed it since now it hurt like the dickens.

"Hmm well, come on through to my office." Jumba turned and walked from the room, Morgana gave the city one last glance and followed him. His office was more decorated. Certificates hung on the walls, photos of family and himself at graduation accompanied them. Some varied awards as well sat on the tall disc shelf. Jumba took a seat behind a large table, and Morgana sat down on the seat across from it.

"Now, down to business. You are wondering why I hire you, eh?" Jumba asked, placing his two large hands together. Morgana blinked.

"I rarely wonder what my bosses have in store for me, you'd be surprised at what I've done." Was her reply. Jumba blinked his eyelids at separate times, showing she'd caught him off guard with that one.

"Ah well… ahem." He pressed a button on his desk, and the room grew dim. Then on the wall, flashed an image of an alien. For us humans it looks similar to a shark, though it's teeth are more larger then normal and it has legs and powerful arms.

"Xytharian?" Morgana asked,

"Ah you know your aliens, good." Jumba wagged a finger at her, and pressed another button. The image was replaced by yet another one. This seemed to be a blue ball of fur, but at closer inspection you'd see the fur was actually electricity. The slide show went on for a while, and Morgana began to notice a trend. Each and every alien pictured here was very dangerous. Extremely dangerous and deadly. Finally he stopped, and turned to her as the lights came back on.

"So, as you can see. Dangerous, so dangerous the photos of such creatures are only found near remains of the photographers." Jumba said, "My research is diminishing, and I need more DNA to study. I need you to get these aliens." He gestured a hand to her, though it seemed he was more gesturing to her chest. Big surprise. Morgana went silent for a while, and pursed her lips together.

"How much are you willing to pay me?" she asked finally. Jumba smiled slightly,

"Glad to see you are interested at least. I have been through ten hunters already and all leave after first image." Jumba then handed her a piece of paper, which she took. "That is the price I am willing to give you, but if you do well it might double." Morgana's eyes widened in surprise at the price.

"This Jumba must be loaded…" she thought to herself. It was a lot of money. And to double it… Morgana got control of herself again and put the paper down her boob tube again. "I accept your offer, Dr. Jookiba." She said, "I will bring you what you need." Jumba grinned and clapped his hands together.

"Hah, excellent!" he stood up and walked around the desk, and shook her hands. "I am looking forward to when you return with my bounty!" Morgana smirked and shook his hands back before standing up.

"I must say I have never seen a Doctor so enthusiastic about his work." She said. Jumba chuckled,

"Oh yes, well my work is very special." He stared at her for a while, "Come! I will show you, since you are now working for me." Morgana looked slightly confused, but he grabbed her wrist and lead her through the door he had entered. The room was small, and plain. And cramp, for two very large aliens and all.

"Well it isn't much of a laboratory… oh it's an elevator, I get it…" Morgana muttered the last bit, in an embarrassed tone. Jumba managed to push a button, and after a few seconds they pulled free of the elevator. The room was huge, really! Made the Super Dome seem half it's size. The walls were covered in metallic components, tables lined all the way around the room. Large canisters of glass were attached to the walls, liquid of different colours bubbling within. It was a mess, it really was. Papers all over the place, empty bowls of what used to contain food, tipped over cans… you could tell a man lived there. "Hrm. Homey." She said as she glanced at a pin-up poster. Jumba glanced at the poster, his ears lowering slightly.

"Bah." He walked past her, by the wall and pulled it down and shoved it away. "Down here, I do my research and development. Hoping to come across my ultimate creation!" Jumba stated, stepping over a small pile of what looked like mud. Who knows what it was. Morgana stuck her tongue out and walked over it.

"Seems interesting." She said.

"Oh it's FAR more then just interesting!" Jumba turned to her, holding a finger up in exclamation. "It is sheer genius!" Morgana blinked, and moved his finger.

"If you say so." Seemed even though Morgana showed next to not interest in this whole research thing, Jumba continued to rant. Could be because he was all alone in this place, well, that's what it looked like. To Morgana at least.

"And this…" he walked up to a door, and looked back at her. "Is my experiments." With that the door slid open. Morgana walked into the room, and raised all eyebrows in surprise. The room seemed to have around 50 small oddly shaped animals lying about. Some were talking in some bizarre alien speak with another, a few others were eating and some were just lounging around.

"Oh…" she just said. Woman of many words, wasn't she?

"Aren't they beautiful?" Jumba asked, leaning down and picking up what looked like a cat. Only difference was it's ears were too big and had one eye. Also being purple threw it off.

"They're something…" Morgana said, as the one eyed cat blinked at her. It hissed and leapt out of Jumba's hands and scurried away. Not before crashing into a stool.

"You see, I am trying to create ultimate creation. One that is powerful in mind, body and spirit. But, as you can see… so far my experiments have been… eh… bad." Jumba had tried to think of a better explanation for them, but that was the best he could come up with. Morgana nodded slightly, and looked down to see a blue fur ball rubbing up against her leg. It had yellow squares on it's fur and seemed to be purring happily. "Ey, get outta here Experiment 47!" Jumba waved a hand at the fluff ball. It squeaked and scurried out of sight. "You see, you are the first they have seen besides their creator." Jumba explained, "Might be why they are so interested."

"Hmm, I thought." Morgana nodded, glancing at a few of the experiments who were watching her intently. She smiled slightly, some of them were deformed, but in a way they were still sort of cute. She looked at Jumba, "So you've ran out of DNA to use on your experiments, so that is why I am to go and fetch aliens?" she asked. Jumba nodded,

"Indeed. I've only had one dangerous DNA sample to work with, and I need much more. Do you think you are really up to it?" Jumba asked. One thing, she was female and a Quatoptian. Quatoptian's weren't really known for their speed or agility. Morgana smirked, and reached behind her back and pulled out her laser. It was long, and thick as well as shiny. She held it in her hands, then leant it on her shoulder.

"I am capable of anything, boss." She replied, before pressing a button on her wrist watch. Then a visor flipped out from seemingly nowhere and snapped down in front of her left eyes, to assist her in her far away visionary shoots. "I will get your aliens, boss. Or I'll eat my shoes, and if you know where my shoes been, you'd be disgusted." Jumba only glanced at her feet.

"Right…"

[To be continued! Woo, ain't it neat??]