Chapter One: At the Beginning
From what I have read through books, stories, and legends is that the beginning if the story isn't always an exciting one, sometimes it's not even a happy one. There are many who had been given a rough life all the way to the day they were conceived, a life they never asked for to begin with. It's hard, sometimes it's just to hard to rise above it and move on, to even dare to keep going.
However, It is only when we pursue through the pages that we uncover more about the story, more pieces of the puzzle, that we come to the conclusion, the ending, and our lives are truly touched in ways we cannot describe, making us not the same as we were when we first picked up the book, when we first opened ourselves to the potential within. Here is where we start our story. Our Journey.
Failed, humiliated, and now a retired former captain of the galactic federation alliance! Surely, nothing about this situation could get any worse.
"Gantu, aboard the ship, we are leaving." The Grand Councilwoman replied, boarding the galactic spaceship, without the experiment.
All that hardship, wasted just to exile the abomination on this heap of rock in the middle of the ocean. Gantu boarded the ship and headed towards the window; at the very least, he could see what the island would look like before the trog destroys it; then he would know that retiring him was a false move. As they ascended into the sky, Gantu caught something just at the peak of the island's mountain.
It was fairly small due to the distance, yet very easy to spot because of the distinctive white coloring. The ship came to level with the mountain, just seconds before going into hyperdrive.
Gantu's jaw dropped and he pressed up against the glass. Staring right back at him was a female version of his species, jaw similarly dropped and deep blue eyes locked on his! She seemed every bit as shocked as he was to see her; he would've mistaken her for a worker on the ship that got lost except for one detail- she was white as star plasma!
On his planet, everyone had the distinct dark blue and/or purple coloring with the normal coloring of either brown, blue, or green eyes. Never had there been in recorded history of someone born on his planet with sheer white skin. It just wasn't possible.
Before he could even give it a second thought to process what he'd just seen, the ship took off into a hyper jump, the view from the window now resembling the familiar infinity of stars and nearby planets.
"Former Captain Gantu, are you quite done sightseeing?" The Grand Councilwoman, who had been quietly standing aside the window for sometime, spoke up. "What were you staring at?"
Gantu turned to answer but paused. He was a retired captain of the galactic federation; he didn't have to tell her anything anymore.
"Nothing, just thinking is all."
"I hope it was about when you wish to turn in your badge; you are to clean out your captains quarters and leave for your home world immediately. I have already contacted your father on the matter; he was nothing short of appalled."
Gantu bit back a stingy reply and headed toward a transporter unit.
He looked back at the window where he saw the off-color.
"We'll meet again next time, abomination!"
One year later...
"Oh, ha, hi!"
Stitch practiced saying hello in front of the mirror as friendly as he could. Today's trip to the beach wasn't as smooth as he had hoped it would be; probably shouldn't have pulled out the chainsaw to slice the pineapple.
A regular hatchet or a non-electrical saw would've worked just fine, he was just trying to make speedy work of the job. Very sloppy.
Stitch wouldn't admit it; but sometimes it felt kinda lonely being the only experiment with no cousins to hang with. Lilo and Nani were great to have as an ohana, but it wasn't the same as having actual family members with blood relations.
Maybe Jumba would make him feel better; or give him another model of a city to "destroy".
"Jumba? Me no have cousins!"
"No cousins?" Jumba then began to explain how he only made stitch and that as he said sometime ago, he had no "cousins" and like him, was all alone in great big universe.
Well that wasn't what he had in mind; stitch made mental note to build sand castle city to destroy and blow off some steam.
Suddenly, there was a big rumbling noise coming from outside. Pleakley, dressed in Nani's clothes, obliviously walked up to the door; thinking it was the pizza delivery guy he called and opened it.
"Gantu!" He slammed the door and pulled down the shutters.
...ding dong.
"He's come back for stitch!" Lilo grabs stitch and heads for the kitchen. Jumba, meanwhile, returns to his study.
"Where are you going!?" A spazzed Pleakley calls out.
"I have to take care of thing." Jumba, fully aware of the situation, quickly head for his invention tucked safely behind a cloth.
Pleakley barges up the stairs and looks suspiciously at the object.
"What is that?"
Jumba plays coy and replies, "... What is What?"
Crash!
Lilo's screech can be heard coming from the back of the house.
"You can't have stitch, you big dummy!"
"And he's fat!" Stitch said in his alien gibberish.
Gantu sneered at the comment about his weight.
"I'm not fat! And I'm not here for the failed experiment six-two-six." He fired a net at stitch and proceeded with his mission.
"Where's Jumba?" He moved from the back of the house and began rounding the windows; not very amused at the drawing lilo made of him.
Very funny.
He made is way to the second level roof, peeling back the shingles.
He found Jumba innocently knitting away like he didn't just hear him come in.
"Dr. Jumba Jukiba." Gantu states in his usual interrogation manner.
"Ah Gantu, have not seen in long time." Jumba brushes him off as if he were just passing through, keeping a cool head as to not give away
"Where are they?"
"They? Who's they?" Jumba coyly asked.
"The other six-hundred and twenty-five experiments!"
"Oh. So sorry, you must have me confused with other evil genius scientist."
Gantu ignored his "playing stupid" act and observed a blue orb sticking out in the middle of the floor.
"What have we here?" Gantu held out the pod in plain sight of the ex-evil scientist.
Jumba's front faltered but he quickly rebuffed. "Uh, that is, eh, ping-pong ball. It it's earth sport, like tennis but tiny."
The jig was up. Gantu grabbed Jumba so they were eye to eye.
"You're a bad liar Jumba; Where are the other experiments!?"
"I never discuss evil genius work with big dummies!"
"Then perhaps you'd like to discuss it with your old business partner, Dr. Hamsterviel!"
Jumba gaped at the name,"Hamsterviel is, alive?"
"And he wants his experiments back!" Gantu stomped over to his ship and placed the former scientist into the holding capsule and prepared to board his ship.
As he moved toward the front of his ship; Gantu felt a gaze from behind him. His hand on his blaster, Gantu peered about quickly but saw no one around; of course the trog and the earth girl could've been the culprit, but their hands were still tied at the back of the house.
Maybe it was just a bird.
Gantu boarded and took off with his prisoner in tow. Lilo and stitch had already taken the initiative to chase after him in Jumba and Pleakley's ship. Safely hidden in the under brush, a curious pair of deep blue eyes observed the whole scene play out.
'Could it be? Is this real? Was this, fate?'
Gantu steered with all his might to try to keep his ship from crashing; it was a miracle the sandwich-making trog wasn't phased that they just barrel-rolled onto a deserted part of this miserable rock with no navigation or working thrusters to get back into space!
"Well, it looks like we ain't goin' nowhere. Looks like we're working together! Sandwich?" 625 tried to offer as a peace treaty; that and he just couldn't care less, he just liked sandwiches.
"No! I don't want a sandwich!" Gantu paused. "Unless you have egg salad."
"Nope, only cheese." 625 said bluntly. "Have you not been paying attention?!"
Gantu groaned and rubbed his temples. 'I suppose it can't get much worse than this.'
"Ahem."
Both 625 and Gantu whipped their heads around to see who was behind them. Gantu nearly bolted up in shock at their eavesdropper.
"Hey look; another fish friend of yers sport? Or is she a lady friend?"
Gantu didn't hear the snide comment.
It had been over a year since he saw those deep dark blue eyes peering into his; and now here he was face to face with, her.
She peered over at his now wrecked ship then back at him and spared a questioning gaze over at 625; who was obliviously munching away at a crispy grilled cheese.
"Um...bad day?"
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