[Okay everyone, here's another L & S story for you. It's my first fic, so it may have errors. It's a bit different then the other L & S fics, so I hope you like it.]

Disclamer: I don't own Lilo and Stitch. The movie Lilo and Stitch, it's characters, and any other references are copyrighted by Disney. However, my original characters are copyrighted by me. They may not be used without my permission.


A thick cloud of dust flew by, every speck a reminder of what he had gotten himself into. Keane coughed, sighed and slumped further into the pile of garbage he was sitting on. Life, at the moment, sucked. The desert planet of Arthagar was rough, dusty and poor, plus it smelled horrible wherever you went. And Keane was becoming sick of it. His tattered black cloak moved silently as the dust cloud drifted by, and his silver fur turned another shade of brown.

A blue-skinned mother and her child casually walked by the battered experiment, attempting to avoid eye contact.

"Mommy, what's that?" the child asked, stopping to point at Keane.

"It's nothing dear, let's keep going." The mother tugged her child's arm and they continued on their way.

I don't even qualify for a gender anymore? Keane thought. He muttered to himself as he stood on the stinking garbage and jumped to the ground. This was hopeless. He never should have came to Arthagar in the first place. It had been a snap decision. Since he was considered illegal, Keane had to jump around space to scrounge up anything he could to live. This wasn't the best life if you didn't want to be chased by cops. So to get away, Keane had come here. And he regretted it ever since. There was nothing here for him. Nothing. Keane gritted his teeth. He had to get off this planet. He hadn't travelled in awhile.

"But where can I go?" Keane said to himself. "Hey I know. Why don't I go to my home base?"

Turo is where Keane had originated from. And it was the best place he had been throughout his travels. At least it had large cities, ripe for the picking. With his blue eyes flashing, Keane set off to his ticket out of here: the shipyard.


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After a 30 minute walk, Keane reached the shipyard. It was hardly worth calling a shipyard; it was just a large dusty area of land where ships could come and go. There were various markings on the ground, indicating where there was room to touch down. But no one really used them.

Keane strolled along between ships, looking for one that was open. Most pilots were over-protective of their ships, barring every possible entrance into their vessels. It was all they had. All the ships seemed to have been secured, until Keane stumbled upon an open hatch. The ship was old, in serious need of repair. But it had a lot of room. Voices could be heard from the interior. As quietly as he could, Keane stepped onto the ship's metal ramp and peered in at the two fat aliens at the controls.

"Har! We sure caught us a fine load today, eh Roland?"

"Yes, Socar. A fine load indeed. It should make us big money on the market."

Curious about what this fine load was, Keane creeped a bit further inside the ship.

"Well, I'm sure up for a night on the town. How about you?" Roland asked Socar.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I haven't gotten drunk in who knows when!"

"Then let's go." Roland stood and began to head towards the ship's exit, with Socar at his heels.

Not wanting to be seen, Keene scampered off the ship and dove under it's ramp. He felt the two alien's footsteps above him. He listened to their voices, waiting for them to fade. Keane peered out from under the ramp. Roland and Socar were nowhere to be seen. Keene pushed himself out and stepped onto the ramp. Thankfully the door had been left open. He examined the inside of the ship. It was average. The metal walls reflected Keane's image as he approached the controls. Easy enough to operate. Keane pushed a few buttons, and the ship's engines slowly came to life.

"Hey!" Someone shouted from behind. Keane turned around and saw that Roland and Socar were running towards him.

"Get off our ship!" Socar roared angrily. He took out a small yellow plasma gun from his pocket and began to shoot in Keane's direction.

Panicking, Keane searched the buttons for the switch to close the ship's hatch. Finding it, Keane hit it with his paw. Gaining control of himself, he took the ship's control stick and pushed it forward. The ship slowly rose.

"Stoooop!" Socar nearly screamed. He had jammed the door open and was now holding on for dear life at it's end. He gave Keane a pleading look.

"Never try to stop me," Keane growled, before pushing the control stick as hard as he could. The ship blasted forward and with a final scream, Socar lost his grip. The hatch finally shut. Staring out at the emptiness ahead of him, Keane steered the ship onward, onward to Turo.