Chapter 1

Kiki's Café Hut had been the epicenter of Kokawa town's business strip. The town stood still with time, the old town had watched residents live and grow for generations. Next to the fruit stand of Mrs. Hasagawa's Fruits, Kiki's Café Hut brought in people from all over the township for that delightful caffeinated drink each customer craved, all bought from local farms of the freshest ingredients and the local Kona bean. That was just the place this young local needed to go. College season was over and she returned back home after graduation few days ago. How she missed her home town, each sight and smell had stayed the same since she left four years ago. Jenni, age 24, with a Bachelor's Degree in Biology, concentration of Marine ecosystem and Marine biology (and the few electives of Ancient History she harbored a secret love for), walked towards her favorite coffee house since her high school days. Her tan shin felt pale in comparison to the Hawaiian tourists, she missed the sun. Reality was that Jenni missed this town. She pulled back her shoulder length brown hair around her ear, wearing studded earrings. Jenni's outfit had been her typical style since she lived in Kokawa town: layered tanktops, jean shorts or regulars, and sandals. Today was the regular jean shorts, purple tank, and black flipflops with her silver beaded bracelet on her left wrist.

The coffee smell hit her. Oh how she adored that all too familiar aroma that was a daily staple beverage in every college student's life. The owner immediately recognized Jenni as she walked in, the older woman running to embrace her.

"Jenni, Jenni! I cannot believe dis is you!" The owner of Kiki's Café Hut released her asking her questions about school, family, jobs. Jenni tried to answer them; after all, she just got in from the airport. She had not even stopped at her family's house yet! All she could think about was Kiki's House Blend Kona coffee since she arrived here. "Ey, Brian," the owner turned to look at the young barista with thick bottle cap glasses. "House Blend with Kona shot, cream and sweetener, Venti!" the older woman turned to smile at Jenni looking very proud, saying, "Just the way you like it."

"Why couldn't I take you to College, again?" Both women laughed, finding an open table in the Café to sit and catch up. Meanwhile adjusting his magnifying glasses, Brian got to work on the order at hand. Pouring the House Blend in a Venti size cup, preparing the Kona shot, getting the cream out, pouring the cream into the cup, and the shot being poured…opps! Brian had dropped the shot of Kona coffee onto the floor. In an instant a strange green glow emanated from under small refrigerator, and then it was gone. Brian shook his head. Must have been a trick of the light, he needed to up his prescription…or at least take a day off from the caffeine fumes. The chemicals were creating hallucinations of green lights emanating from under the mini fridge! And a white furry dog walking around inside the shop! The barista shook head once again. It was not a trick, there was a white furred dog walking around in the shop! It was trotting up to his boss and that Jenni girl. Quickly grabbing the remaining cup of Kona-less coffee, Brian walked hurriedly to his boss's table asking,

"Is that your pet?"

"Tell me about college? 'Ow was it walking in Commencement?" the Kiki's owner leaned forward.

"It was great. There was definitely the satisfaction factor going on when I finally wore the cap and gown." Jenni pushed her hair back behind her ear with a small smug smile. "I can tell you we had quite the party afterwards."

"I bet. Now, Biology right? What will you do with that?"

"Marine bio and eco life studies and research." Jenni answered laughing as she did. "Mouthful huh? I plan on staying here a while and get an internship on with the local wildlife preserves for jobs where I can research and document marine animals." The owner chuckled,

"More like you studying those sharks out der in the reefs. I remember when you was five years old telling me 'bout your favorite shark species and," she put some emphasis on the word 'and' "your sea exploring adventures where you swore you saw those creatures. You had your 'ead in those National Geographic books on every shark breed in da whole ocean. You were a funny one, Jenni, dem sharks be swimming around in your head, girl." Both women laughed at the memories until Jenni stopped laughing. Something had brushed against her leg, something soft and furry. She looked down seeing a white furred dog with big ears and two long antennae. Its' big black eyes staring at her intently with the nub of a tail wagging. The animal was nothing she had encountered in her research or student clinics out in the wild or domestic. She had taken it to be a dog, it showed signs of canine features, but she knew most breeds of dogs… this was…weird looking. Jenni offered her hand, palm up, to the mysterious creature.

"Hello there, darling," her voice was more playful and high pitched. "Hi, are you lost? Are you looking for a friend?" The canine animal immediately responded, wagging the nub tail faster and performing a little side by side gig with its' front paws. It even reached out with one paw towards her hand. That was all it took for Jenni to adore the creature. "Hi there, Sweetpea, hi, where did you come from?" Jenni was now on her knees next to the canine petting its head. The Kiki's owner looked down at the animal with a puzzling look

"Dogs aren't allowed in here, 'ow'd it get in?"

"I don't know, there's no collar to contact the owner."

"Is that your pet?" the barista boy with the thick glasses who finally made her coffee asked. He appeared a little unsettled.

"No she's not. But…I may keep her…"Her trail of thought left her as she observed the new mysterious creature. Whatever she is, the animal was a perfect specimen…and healthy! Her thoughts were interrupted by the owner's voice. Apparently the owner saw a crowd starting to trickle into the coffee shop with customers waiting in line at the counter.

"That is my cue. Jenni it was great to see you again, sweetheart, tell your folks I said 'ello." She stood up calling to the barista boy, "Brian, you loco, where your 'ead at, huh? C'mon! We got customers ta serve!" Jenni tried to hold in her laughter at the sight of Kiki's owner dragging the nearsighted boy by the ear. Oh yeah she was happy to be home.

"Well now, little one," Jenni turned to address the strange white furred dog sitting next to her. "What to do with you?" she took a sip of coffee, the taste obviously lacking the essential ingredient of Kona. She spit it out, "Ugh! You call this coffee? Brian, you loco!"

Somewhere on the other side of the island a signal was releasing with an annoying beeping sound. The green lights flashed on the bottom of the experiment container, the dome materializing a holographic image of a white furred female canine creature with three eyes and two antennae. "Warning. Experiment 259 has been activated. Primary function; Dream viewer." The nonstop beeping was getting under his skin.

"625, could you get that?" A deep voice called from the back room of his X-Class Battle cruiser. The ship needed some repairs from his last mission; certain parts had blown out thanks to an electrical genetic mutant with trillion watts of voltage coursing through it. He was extremely pissed one of those parts was the main cable line. "Hey, can you get the container?" No answer…and that irritating beeping. "625, push the button on the container please." The voice called out again.

"Warning. Experiment 259 has been activated. Primary function; Dream viewer."

Now he was getting angry. "625, push the button!" Still no answer and that beeping…it was taunting him! The gigantic alien growled clenching his fists as he did so. This was exactly what he needed, the sandwich freak going rouge on him. The alien stood up to his full height walking towards the annoying beeping room's entrance which happened to be the main galley. He poked his head out, scanning the room for any sign of the sandwich making trog. Still nowhere to be found.

"Warning. Experiment 259 has been activated. Primary function; Dream viewer."

Oh this was getting old. "Blitznak." He grunted walking over to the container with the holographic image of another illegal abomination running loose on the island. He hit the button and that aggravating beeping finally ceased. The image enlarged, displaying the genetic mutant in further detail. White fur, three brightly shiny black eyes, two antennae and an odd circular crest on its back, Experiment 259 was an identical match to Experiment 626 in body structure only seemed more delicate than it's latter cousin's design. Not meant for fighting. For being a scientific genius that idiot scientist didn't show much variation in body composition for these mutants. It showed female characteristics a lot like that… oh what was that blasted trog's name? Uh… Angie?...Angel?...Carrie? Charlotte? Miranda? Sama…oh Blitznack. The big alien shook his head. He needed to stop watching that scandalous show. Single Human females and their courtship rituals, he was surprised they weren't ruling the planet itself. Though the show was very interesting… if there was one thing constant in this vast universe, females of all species were on a constant quest to find the perfect mate and the perfect accessory for outfits. Even his species females were the same! It was freaky. 625 would laugh at him whenever he watched the program, until "certain scenes" came along…who was laughing now? And besides, he thought, Charlotte was cutie.

"Hey, Fish Lips," a small pudgy genetic mutant wobbled in with a bag of groceries. "Give me a hand will ya? I got some food for my latest create… hey, who's that?"

"Where in the flagnarg did you go?" Gantu looked down at the beige sandwich making experiment. "And that's my paycheck you're spending on unnecessary purchases! All for sandwiches?" 625 waved his pudgy hand to shoo the gigantic whale-like alien out of his way as he trotted towards the experiment container.

"Quit complaining, chowder head, it's food. Now who's this little lady, huh?" 625 raised his eyebrow with a small devious look at the hologram. Gantu rolled his eyes and shrugged. This was the fifth paycheck the little trog used just for buying sandwich supplies. Now he knew what a single father felt like. "Dream viewer experiment?" 625 leaned back from the holographic image, "Huh, why would Jumba create an experiment for that? He's got that other one that invades dreams, why view them?"

"He what?" Gantu gave 625 a puzzling expression. "When did that one become active?"

"Don't you pay attention?" The sandwich maker put his paws on his hips. "The little girl named it Remmy or Remus, something corny like that. It was a few weeks ago, the container wouldn't stop complaining about it, so I unplugged it." The giant alien felt his heart skip a beat as he looked incredulous at his roommate.

"You unplugged the container communicator?" Gantu turned on his heel with his hands extended in the air. "Ugh! That explains the lull." He lowered his arms, his hands covering his face. "Oh Blitznak, cosmos knows how many abominations the little earth girl and the trog caught while I was MIA! Hamsterviel's gonna have my head…"

"He'll have more than just your head, Fish brain, you'll be served on a platter with all the trimmings of a fish dinner, cole slaw and everything. Hey, think of it as normal weeks for you, you never catch anything! Ha!" the little beige mutant broke out into a laughing spasm. Gantu let out a loud growl, muttering in his native tongue about disemboweling the trog limb from limb in a feeding frenzy.

"Watch the ship, I'm heading out to find and catch this one before those two find it first." Grabbing his blaster and the glass experiment containers, he left the ship, not without hearing 625 shout behind,

"Go get'em, Shamu! Bahahahaha!"

Gantu had been searching the island for over an hour with no sign of the abomination or those pesky "cousin-loving" duo. He sighed, at this rate that experiment was as good as gone now. There was no way he was thinking about going back to his ship, 625 would be waiting with some snide comment and Hamsterviel on the communicator harassing him with insults. Maybe he would just search the island a little more; that Samoan gig was doing well for his camouflage fitting into this planet. Humans were stupid. They were really taking him as one of them, just a big one. Well, he thought to himself, he was on a backwater planet in classified territory; he was not on an updated map. This galaxy was refrained to as Roswell's Area, no one was permitted to fly near here or make any form of contact with the locals. He was not even sure his old military captain had ventured out here. And yet, here he was, in classified territory getting his ass kicked in every direction. The big alien felt his life was taking a turn for the worst; dishonorly discharged, crappy job, and banishment on a forsaken planet. Yep he was definitely getting his ass kicked.

Even though the foreign planet taunted him, Gantu could not help but feel natural in this alien world. He hated to admit it, but he sometimes felt out of place on his home world. He could not place his finger on it, but he always felt natural, a sense of belonging. He sometimes wondered if the planet's sun caused these thoughts. The sun and his own internal instincts would drive him to the large body of water surrounding the island. Humans called it an "ocean." He called it trouble. And the vicious cycle of thoughts, internal mechanisms, and long swims continued day after day, weeks after weeks until he, Gantu, was on this miserable rock for over two years. Well, he pondered to himself, it could be worse; he could have a sucky job with an abusive boss and a sandwich making roommate…oh…right…

"Oh blitznak." The ex-Captain of the Galactic Armada found himself standing in front of the so called "ocean." His damn internal mechanisms led him right to the water's edge. This was becoming more frequent along with the headaches that came with it. "Double blitznak." Gantu let out a sigh. He needed to clear his head, finding that experiment would keep his mind busy. With that in mind, along with the pounding headache, the "Samoan" set out towards the town in hopes of locating the newest member of trogs running loose on the island.

The town was busy, bustling with Earthlings here and there. He could only guess it was getting towards midday or "noon" the little earth girl called it. The sun was at its peak angle, the heat increasing which was making the alien sweat. Gantu had walked around the town once again, saying his usual lie whenever an earthling asked about his size, and still to no avail. No experiment in sight. Oh well, he sighed as he leaned again a shaded palm tree, he would try again and again until he found something.

And then he saw them. There was no denying the blue fur and odd earthly plant pattern on the child's dress. The little earth girl and the abomination were traveling with none other than its "cousin" experiment 259 in tow and…another female earthling. She was an older female, quite a few years older and the skin color was a lighter shade than of the little earth girl's skin. Hair was lighter as well. Coincidently, she looked a lot like his cable crush that Charlotte character.

"Hmm… where are you going?" Gantu allowed a little smile to spread across his lips. Well, he needed to hunt the experiment which was traveling with the trog-loving duo, why not enjoy a little eye candy? He knew 625 would be heckling him by now, either getting off his keister to catch the experiment or to stop eyeing up the poor earthling.

The big alien straightened up with his plasma blaster set on 'Stun.' He needed one clear shot of the blue trog and Experiment 259 was within his grasp. He just needed to conceal himself from the abomination's visual sensors.

There was the tropical vegetation up the road with a small clearing… "Perfect."