avatar: Greetings and salutations! This fic has been a fairly long time coming, and I hope it'll look as good to you on a computer screen as it looks in my head. Also, I found out that I'd made a continuity error in Experiment 000, and failed to account for Leroy and Stitch taking place 3 years after Stitch! The Movie. I plan to eventually go back and correct that in Experiment 000, and I'll be taking that into account when I write this fic.

Yeah… I do not own Lilo and Stitch. I only own… actually, the list is pretty long for this fic. For now, let's just say I don't own Lilo and Stitch and leave you to enjoy… Rebel Without a Cause.

Chapter 1

Late Arrival

Jumba rubbed his four eyes and looked at the clock. Half past midnight, Hawaiian-Aleutian Islands time. Another late night doing any genetic evil genius work he could find that didn't violate his agreement not to create any more Experiments. Suddenly, he heard a rapid beeping, and put down his work as he strode to the cockpit of his lab/ship, now fully awake. He turned off the beeper and stared at the screen as he sat down. "What are we having here?" He mumbled aloud. "An unannounced guest?" He stared at the radar, which showed an inbound spaceship heading straight for the Hawaiian Islands. "If it was being Pleakley's family, Gantu, or Grand Councilwoman, they would have been announcing selves. That is leaving random stranger, any of Jumba's enemies, or worse, ex-wife! Hmmm… perhaps is being perfect time to be testing out new anti-air missiles…" Jumba's meaty hand stretched toward a red button, but was interrupted by the familiar blue face of the Grand Councilwoman popping onscreen.

"Jumba!" She greeted. "I'm glad you're awake. Not making any Experiments, I trust?"

"No, of course not, Grand Councilwoman," Jumba assured her. "I was just improving some old Experiment designs!" He held up a blueprint of what appeared to be attempt number nine to get Felix's cleanliness level correct. "Besides, Jumba is auctioning off all his genesis chambers, remember?"

"Ah, yes…" The Grand Councilwoman shifted uncomfortably. "That's one of the reasons I called. One of the chambers was stolen from auction hall. Oddly, the thief slaughtered over two dozen guards, and only took a few items. Your device, plus some very powerful antique weaponry."

"Hamsterviel," Jumba muttered.

"And 627, we believe. The guards were torn limb from limb. It was… a massacre."

"He must be planning to make Experiments himself," Jumba concluded. "Already has, if I am knowing him. He probably had all the plans ready when he was stealing the device." He thought for a moment. "You had another reason to call?"

"Ah, yes. A young individual is entering Earth's atmosphere on his way to see you. I need you to help straighten him out."

Jumba sighed and pulled his hand away from the red button, where it had been hovering comfortably the entire time. "Why partially reformed evil genius Jumba?"

"Because his predicament seems to be partially your fault," the Grand Councilwoman replied sharply, startling Jumba. "You'll figure it out when you meet him. And I'll send Cobra by in a week or so to check his progress." She broke contact before Jumba could ask any further questions.

"Hmmph. Some Grand Councilwoman. She is not even telling me who I am to be helping out!" He looked at the red button. "Maybe Jumba will only damage the ship," he chuckled, slamming the button.

A bright red racing ship sped through the grimy undercity. The planet of Cakaft had been decimated by ancient war millennia ago. A gravity bomb had gone off improperly; the result was that a third of the planet was comprised of huge boulders that floated loosely in the huge maw they had originally been in, and the gravity of the planet was in a constant state of flux. This allowed beautiful floating cities to be built right into the floating chunks of ground, but many of the cities were in a state of depression recently, attracting more and more unsavory types.

A whole new unsavory type was currently piloting the space hot rod as it sideswiped a smaller spaceship, totaling it. The pilot, luckily unharmed, tried to catch the license plate number, but her eyes were involuntarily drawn to the bumper sticker, which read in Turian, 'DRIVING UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF POWER!' By the time she pulled her eyes off it, the quickly moving ship was gone.

The pilot narrowed his eyes as he sped toward a sign. He flew through an obstacle course of 'Parking Lot Closed Until Further Notice' signs, and squeezed the ship through a pair of closed gates, shearing the paint from both sides of his cruiser. Finally, he screeched the vehicle to a rude halt and landed it roughly next to a dozen other cars in the lot, all of which bore similar collision marks.
A furry red pair of feet jumped from the smoking ship and walked to the trunk, popping it open with a set of electronic pair of keys. Furry red paws grabbed at several bags, five hands holding ten plastic bags by their handles. The last paw shut the trunk, locked the car, and grabbed the bumper sticker, peeling it off the damaged vehicle.

Not two hundred feet away, a smaller white creature was using his newly stolen Genesis Chamber. "Yes… YESS!" Hamsterviel squealed in delight as six silver pods appeared in the bright electricity. Pods H1, H2, H3, H4, H5, and H6 clattered in a heap in front of him. "Jumba, you fool," Hamsterviel ranted. "You said I'd never amount to anything as a geneticist. YOU said, 'better be sticking to designing prisons, Hamsterwheel!' YOU ALWAYS GOT MY NAME WRONG, TOO! Well, I hope you don't mind, you lumbering sack of idiocy, if I use your notes and YOUR Genesis Chamber to DESTROY YOU AND ALL YOU CARE ABOUT! MWAHAHAHA!" Spasms of laughter racked Hamsterviel's body.

"Hamsterviel, Jumba's half a galaxy away," 627 chuckled as he kicked the door open and threw all but one bag unceremoniously onto the nearest countertop.

"I WAS MONOLOGUING, 627!" Hamsterviel yelled irritably.
"Whatever. Meanwhile, I was doing something productive," 627 bragged. He held up a box of Plorg-Fried Alien Toes. "I got groceries!" He immediately brought out the blue-green foodstuff and tossed one up, catching it in his jaws.
Hamsterviel tried to keep his cool. After all, 627 was thirty times better as a henchman – partner, he corrected himself silently – than Gantu, insane quirks or no. "627, I just finished generating the H Series Experiment Pods!"

"No fooling?" 627 asked, genuinely interested. "Want one?" He offered Hamsterviel an Alien Toe. "It's greeeennnn…" he sang.

"Not in the lab room," Hamsterviel shook his head in frustration. 627 shrugged and dumped the whole box in his mouth. "Anyway, 627, we can now start our evil plans!"

"Yeah, I know," 627 laughed, his second head extending to talk while the first chewed on the food. "This calls for a celebration!" He grabbed a space soda and popped it open, spraying foam all over the place. "C'mon, you gotta eat before vengeance!"

"I hope you didn't steal another car to get those groceries, you savage idiot of… savage idiocy!"

After managing not to laugh at Hamsterviel's insult, 627 began to answer as his other head ate the box the Alien Toes had come in. "I had to. I told you, I'm challenging myself. All this week, I have to solve any problem I encounter in a way involving grand theft auto. It's fun! You should try it!"

"To me, fun is ruling the universe," Hamsterviel growled. He was reminded for roughly the twentieth time in the two months since he had struck an alliance with 627 that the red Experiment was a murderous psychopath. Hamsterviel would let millions die to achieve his goal of universal domination. But 627… he would kill whomever he pleased for the sheer enjoyment of killing, and that put even Hamsterviel on edge. Luckily, he had come up with a few defense measures in case of betrayal, and had made sure to memorize EACH AND EVERY power 627 had access to. He felt as safe as he possibly could living in the same building as the creature. "Now, are you ready to return to Hawaii and carry out our evil plans?"

"As soon as I put this sticker back on my favorite spaceship," 627 rasped, holding up his bumper sticker.

Hamsterviel chuckled as he read the message. "It is a stylish addition to any spaceship," he admitted.

Kixx looked up at the stars, and sighed, relaxed and at peace with himself for the first time in too long. His kickboxing uniform hung loosely around his body, and his upper pair of hands rested behind his head while his lower pair lay at his sides. After an exhausting day of teaching kickboxing (which tended to be the days he also sparred with Stitch), he liked nothing better to do than to jump onto the roof of his dojo and gaze at the stars. He had been born there, or created, or whatever (he didn't really care what the correct word would be), but he barely had any memories outside of his time on Earth. He sighed. At first, it had been tough, knowing that he was a fighting Experiment, but that Stitch was his superior in that regard, as well as most others. However, he had finally come to accept it, and stargazing was one of the things that helped him do it.

Still, he mused, it's nice to know there are still other Experiments who can beat Stitch up once in a while. He had heard about 000 and 627, and had even managed to get his hands on a tape from Gantu's ship showing the final fight with 000 (Absolute, was it now? No matter, he had left the planet promptly.), once Jumba had recovered the data from the wreck of a spaceship. It was quite the show, and he couldn't help but be glad that Stitch had needed help to bring down Absolute. It's good for Stitch's ego to fight a foe he can't beat once in a while, he rationalized.

One of the stars flashed and moved, and Kixx was jarred out of his thoughts. That's no star… His black eyes rotated in their sockets as they zoomed in. It was a small spaceship, shaped like an eagle's beak – a personal transport, and a new model, at that. It seemed to be headed toward Jumba's ship, but Kixx gasped as a missile struck the back, destroying one of four engines. The ship began to lose control, and after a few seconds, Kixx realized it was now headed more or less straight toward him. "What?!" He yelped, jumping to his feet as he backed up to the edge of his roof.

The ship pulled out of its dive just in time. He could now see easily that the ship bore the markings of the Galactic Armada, and was an unarmed personal transport, the type they gave to ambassadors. Or people they want out of the way, he added silently. It made a rough but surprisingly quiet landing on the opposite side of the roof from Kixx, and the hatch opened with a hiss.
A small figure stepped out of the ship, and Kixx immediately identified it as an Experiment, though not one he was familiar with. The small figure wore a standard black-white striped Galactic Federation prison uniform set for a small four-armed being, except the upper arms and legs had their sleeves cut slightly short to accommodate for the wearer. In this case, the Experiment's upper arms and legs all seemed to be mechanical nearly to the elbow/knee joints, and that was where the uniform ended. He could also see a backpack on the creature, which had wires connecting to the arms and legs. These too were silver. The lower hands, he could see, were still biological.

"I'm looking for Doctor Jumba Jookiba," the Experiment said. Kixx could now tell a bit more: his voice pinned him as a young male, and it didn't have the roughness many Experiment voices did. The hatch closed, and without the extra light, Kixx could get a proper look at his face. He had white fur, with violet stripes on his cheeks. He wore a pair of goggles, but his black eyes were visible thru the lenses. He had a short snout with a small horn on the tip, and the same ears as Stitch. Besides his prosthetic limbs, the best hint Kixx could find to the Experiment's purpose and abilities was a Mohawk-like row of spines that ran back along his head. The spines were white like most of his fur, but the last inch or so glowed yellow. Two more similar spines extended from his back, one from each shoulder blade on either side of the backpack.

"Are… are you Experiment 628?" Kixx asked. He had heard that 627 had taken the pod of Jumba's last Experiment (aside from Leroy), and couldn't think of anyone else this could be.

The Experiment frowned, and the yellow on his spines faded to orange. "My name is Maverick," he announced, before repeating with the air of talking to a very stupid person, "Where… is… Jumba… Jookiba?"

Kixx growled. He didn't like being treated like an idiot. Furthermore, he had realized Jumba must've fired the missile, so he concluded this guy must be an enemy, maybe an Experiment created by a rival. "Why? Are you going to hurt him? Or kidnap him?"

"What?" Maverick asked. He sighed. "You're not going to tell me where he is, are you?"

"You'll have to go through me to get to him," Kixx said, settling into a kickboxing position.

Maverick scowled deeply, and the orange on his head and back spines changed again, to blood red. "It was your suggestion, pal!" He charged forward and punched with his upper right arm. Kixx saw the metal fist coming and caught it, testing the strength behind the blow as he did so.

He's about as fast as Stitch, but not quite as strong, Kixx realized. "Is this your best shot?" He asked mockingly. Maverick growled and hooked in with both his left arms, but Kixx caught them with his own. Maverick punched with his remaining free arm, his lower right, but Kixx caught that one too, now satisfied that the natural paws were about as strong as the metal ones. "You suck, Maverick," Kixx concluded with a smirk.

"Oh, now you're getting it," Maverick growled. Kixx noticed a sudden drop in temperature around him, and Maverick's backpack whirred to life. Suddenly, a powerful electric shock coursed through Kixx's body, causing him to yelp in pain, but seeming not to affect Maverick at all. Kixx slumped forward briefly, and Maverick slammed his head forward, bringing the horn on his nose forward into Kixx's chest. Kixx was knocked over, breaking his hold on Maverick's fists. "Feel like pointing the way yet?" Maverick asked, his voice betraying something like extreme annoyance.

"What did you do?" Kixx asked as he got to his feet.

"I'm not going to waste my time explaining things to you," Maverick snarled.

"NALA QUEESTA!" Kixx swung in with both right arms, but was surprised when Maverick jumped back from the sudden blow, dodging it by a long shot. He threw an uppercut at Maverick's jaw with his lower left, but Maverick caught the blow, shocked Kixx again, and backhanded the purple Experiment across the roof. Kixx got up, snarling, and found a spare bamboo pole that he had left over from helping to redecorate a nearby restaurant. He threw it at Maverick like a javelin, and ran after it as fast as he could. Maverick tilted his head, avoiding the javelin, and ducked under Kixx's follow up of a quadruple hook, punching Kixx in the gut with an electrically charged fist. Kixx tried to kick Maverick as he stumbled back, but Maverick grabbed his leg, swung him in a circle, and threw him to the ground. "Ugh…" Kixx got up, and ran at Maverick again, this time spinning like a top with all his fists out. Maverick jumped up, aiming to land on Kixx's shoulders, and came down headfirst with both mechanical hands crackling with blue lightning.

"ENOUGH!" Maverick grabbed Kixx's shoulders and shocked him heavily. Maverick was thrown off to the side, his metal paws causing him to noisily screech to a halt, leaving a trail of sparks. He shook his head clear and walked over to where Kixx was getting up. He grabbed Kixx by his chest and heaved him up to an unsteady standing position. "I'm done with you, and I don't want to really screw you up. So…" he shook Kixx a bit. "JUST POINT ME IN THE GENERAL DIRECTION OF JUMBA!" Kixx groaned and pointed in the direction he knew led to the Pelekai household and Jumba's spaceship. "FINALLY!" Maverick yelled, his spines fading back to orange. He then promptly threw Kixx off the rooftop, where he landed fifteen feet below on the sidewalk.

Kixx quickly looked over his body. No serious injuries, but I'm really going to be sore in the morning. He looked up and yelped at the sight of something dropping toward him.

End of Chapter

Yeah, I wanted the first chapter to have some action, some suspense, some character description, some character development… some of everything. I hope the end result is enjoyable. Oh, and kudos to my new beta, Jimperator.