Lilo and Stitch: The Federation Chronicles

Chapter 3

The Great Supply Train

Senator D'erek was growing in political influence and so was his powers at the government he represented, the Avian System, were anthropomorphic birds lived. The Senator was in a key world in the Federation in a train heading for a top secret base somewhere below the equator of the planet to deliver some prototype fighters and tools of war.

Little did he know that I sent Angel to bring an end to his plans. How inconvenient for him, there was someone out to get him and make him pay for the trouble he is causing to the Galaxy.

Taurus VI

1900 Hours

The train began its departure from the outpost for the long trip for the base that awaited him. The metallic wheels began to move and the sounds of the horn blew away, signaling its march across the planet. 500 cars carrying troops, weapons, ships, several prototypes, and the Senator and the Grand Admiral on board the moving train.

From a box hidden in the 500th car, a cargo car to be exact, a pink female experiment came out. Angel then looked at her surrounding as she placed her Wesker SMG in her hands. Angel was a proud Lebanese, having the Melkite Greek Catholic Church as her faith. She was praying to make sure that God blessed her and gave her the good luck she needed to complete this mission. Adding a new clip to the Thompson/MP40 crossbreed SMG named the Wesker; she cocked it and took her leave.

The automatic door opened as the sensors felt her presence. Her PDA began to chirp. Turning it on, she found the cold image of Asnavee looking at her. "So you have finally boarded the train I see."

Angel rolled her eyes as she showed the surroundings to the Scottish female and then back to the session.

Asnavee placed her paws together. "Angel, I will download your mission objectives, you will do whatever it takes to complete this assignment but time is not a luxury we have. In just three days the train will reach its destination along with the cargo."

"What's so special about the cargo anyways?" Angel wanted to know. Asnavee typed something and the screen became a slide show of several prototypes of battle droids, fighters, weapons, and much more. "So you want me to destroy them?"

"Exactly," Asnavee said with a wolfish face. "Whatever happens it's of our best interest if you are not captured, the Federation is aware that there is a traitor among them that is doing these clandestine operations against them. Though the Confederacy is being blamed for the conduct, we are running the show around here." Then she typed something and Chop's image came on the screen. "Our friend Chopsuey the Southern Californian has been reported to be hanging out in this train on behalf of the Senator."

"I thought Chopsuey had a contract with the Grand Councilwoman." Angel recalled the knowledge from the Vic Report from 5 years ago (A/N: The Omicron Mission took 5 years after the events of the Saga), why is he still working for the Federation?"

"It seems our punk friend cannot be killed easily." Asnavee said. "But if you see him, make sure you eliminate him, no one must know of our secret operations here."

"Got it." Angel said as the screen turned black. "Asnavee… she only cares for people and things she can recruit to do her tasks… apparently I'm still useful to her, but when I am no longer any use to her, that'll be the day I'll be disposed off." Angel gave herself a wolfish smile. "But we'll see who gets disposed off first."

The door opened and several troops were relaxing. When Angel stepped in, her weapon fired long bursts and then there was silence. One troop grunted as he tried to reach for the alarm but a well placed shot managed to end the soldier's misery. "Sorry gentlemen, but I don't like it when men play rough."

Luxury Train Car

Chopsuey was bored, hearing on the Senator's speech about military modernization and what not. He heard his stomach growl and took out some beef jerky and ate it all in one munch. The Grand Admiral was unpleased with the current results from the test from 5 years ago. "But, we have fixed the flaws of the armor." D'erek mentioned the topic to both Greer and Chopsuey.

"That's what I wanted to hear," Greer said as he began cleaning his pistol. "So when is the armor ready to be used in full combat?"

"There is a rebellion sprouting out in Jookiba's homeworld, the rebel government claims independence and cut off all diplomatic channels around the world. It'll be the first time used in combat."

"Combat shombat," Chopsuey said as he was playing with his custom combat knife. He licked the blade, small drops of blood fell to the carpeting and the rooster gave the mercenary a cold look. "What I care is that I have my pay."

"Patience is a virtue Chopsuey," D'erek said as he sighed.

A troop entered and saluted the Grand Admiral. "Sir, we have an intruder in the train,"

"Describe the intruder." Chopsuey commanded.

"Female experiment, pink, wielding a Wesker." The soldier said.

Chopsuey's mind rang as he remembered. "Angel."

The rodent and the rooster looked at him. "You know her?"

"She's the girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend of Six-Two-Six…" Chopsuey made a fist and smiled. "This should be interesting, if I can kill his former love, then I am ready to face Stitch once and for all."

"No you will not kill her," D'erek said firmly. "I want her alive."

"What use do you have for her?" Chopsuey exclaimed. "She is worth nothing; she is as miserable as a bug and deserves to be killed."

"She is working for someone and we need her alive for interrogation." The Grand Admiral said. "If I guess correctly, she may be working for the traitor among our ranks."

"You can find the traitor later; I have a score to settle." Chopsuey said. "I want to see her blood spill to the floor and savor the movement. I can imagine Stitch all weakened and then his end will come…" He licked his lips and then pretended to hold the chalice with wine. "A toast to the superior being with the chalice holding the superior wine, the wine of the victor."

"You will bring her alive and you will-Aaaaagghh!" Greer turned to find D'erek aiming his pistol at the rodent. "YOU SON OF A BIATCH WHAT WAS THAT FOR!!!!?"

"Chopsuey, mind doing me the honors of giving the Admiral a…discharging death?"

"Gladly," Chopsuey screwed the silencer to his pistol and gave the rodent a shot in the head.

The rodent only touched his forehead to see the blood flow. With one last sound of life, he fell to the floor and then the pool of blood began to taint the carpeting.

"We have so much to do," D'erek said as he placed his pistol away. "Go get the girl and kill her."

"What about the Admiral?" Chopsuey was about to leave, but his curiosity bothered him.

"Do not worry about the Grand Admiral," D'erek gave a cruel smile.

Chopsuey took his leave.

Somewhere in the Train

The train blew its horns; Angel saw a train car with a silver and red door. This is it. Opening the door she found what seemed a prototype tank. It had four massive wheels, long cannon, several chain guns in the front, and three tail chain guns followed by several rocket pods. "This is going to require heavy firepower to destroy… I need to find a way to destroy it." A stroke of luck came and Angel found what seemed a tripod mounted blaster. "Ah, now I can destroy it."

Setting the power setting on the weapon, she took aim and pulled the trigger on the weapon. A comet of plasma exploded on the tank, damaging its armor plating while small fires started in the tank. The hatches opened a soldier came out with his TMP in hand. "We have an intruder!"

"Perhaps not!" Angel replied with another blast that covered the tank in blue flames. The final blast started the chain reaction.

Angel began to run towards the exit as flames began to cover the whole car. Covering her eyes quickly, the massive explosion created a massive fireball and detached several cars that were set in flames.

Chopsuey felt the train shake. "Angel, I hope you survive long enough to have our bloody encounter." He looked outside and realized the distance and decided to sleep and begin early in the morning. It was getting late and he needed his doze of sleep. Opening the door to his left, he entered a room and closed his eyes.

Angel managed to hack into a private room and placed her gun under her pillow. Removing her suit, she made herself comfortable and closed her eyes.

Start Dream Sequence

"I'm sorry booji boo," Angel said. "I think we can't go further in our relationship."

Stitch's eyes were filling with tears. "Please booji boo don't leave me I can change, please don't leave me here alone, I promise I can change. We'll be together for all eternity, please don't leave…" He began to sob.

"It's not you," Angel assured a tear-filled Stitch. "It's just that… nothing exciting ever happens around here anymore."Angel took Stitch's paws and held them tightly.

"Please don't leave me," Stitch's tears were soaking the ground and her paws.

Angel finally separated her paws from Stitch and walked away to the dropship that was waiting for her. The hatch closed as she came in. The blue flames from the jets made the ship hover. Stitch was tear-stricken and heartbroken, chasing the ship the as it was flying away into the blue skies. Stitch stopped as the ship was out of his sight. "Angel…"

End Dream Sequence

Angel woke up and looked at the clock… it was midnight. It was a fact: She was still smitten to Stitch. She loved him down deep from the heart and his absence made her feel alone. She sighed as she took out her heart shaped locket and opened it, seeing the picture of herself with Stitch in Venice. They promised to be with each other no matter what happened. And I broke that promise… Please Stitch, forgive me for breaking for breaking your heart.

Angel sobbed herself to sleep.

The PDA was chirping. Angel woke up and clicked, revealing Asnavee in her chair. "We were worried about you Angel," Asnavee said as she placed her paws together. "We have some good news for you that facilitated your work right now."

"Huh?" Angel rubbed her eyes.

"A mercenary working for the Confederate Navy was sent ahead of you to destroy the train." Asnavee said with a wolfish voice. "There are good news and bad news that you must hear."

"What are the bad news?" Angel asked.

"The bad news is that this train is heading at high speeds towards the base, the braking system has been disabled."

"What!!!?"

"The train is on a collision course with the secret base," The PDA's screen changed to show a map of the moving train. "You have an hour to escape the train before it explodes and sending you to heaven."

"The good news is that there is a fighter left in the 350th car, if you can reach it in time you might be able to escape before the grand finale."

"If I only knew of this." Angel said as she got ready to leave. She sighed and then reloaded her gun. "Asnavee you little…"

"No time for rebuking and revenge schemes." Asnavee spoke. "Get out of that kamikaze train alive."

Angel came out and found several troops aiming their rifles at her. The laser sights illuminated her body and then there was blasterfire all over the place. "Had enough?" A troop asked. Unpinning a stick grenade, he screamed as he hurled it. Realizing that there was little time left, she grabbed it and quickly threw the grenade back

BOOOOM!

"Uhh…" One of the troops said as he reached out for the light and died. Angel began to rushed to the door and found several troops kneeling.

Angel pulled the trigger quickly, several bullets flew and the guards screamed as the projectiles breached their soft bodies. One soldier rushed and grabbed the pink experiment. Breaking free, Angel took out a saif and swung the curved blade at the soldier. Angel sheathed her blade and kept moving on.

"Angel," Asnavee called. "D'erek's on the car ahead of you, make short work of him."

Angel nodded and rushed to the next car. She entered as the door opened.

Looking at the empty car, she turned to the sides and found nothing. A shot came from above and Angel did a back flip. Growling, she looked up to find a rooster with a customized TMP; stock, laser sight, suppressor and short range scope on his hand. "Nice moves you got there," D'erek said with respecting tone. "And I thought I was the only one with that kind of training."

"D'erek." Angel growled.

"Senator Aghafios D'erek," The rooster introduced himself with a bow. "I represent the glorious Avianos Empire in the Galactic Council for 230 years."

"Heh, shouldn't you be retired by now old man?" Angel said with chuckle.

"Did you just say 'old man' Miss Angel?" D'erek said with disbelief. "It might come as a surprise, but I am still a young adult in my homeworld. My people can live for nearly 900 years, a gift that we were granted since the Creation."

"Tch, thanks for the fact old bird," Angel said as she aimed the gun at him. "Now if you excuse me I have a ship to catch."

"Insolent fool," D'erek said as he aimed his weapon. "Did you really think that this train was the only one with these prototypes? Unbeknownst to whoever you work for, there is still another train with the second and final batch of prototypes heading for the base."

"What?" Angel said in shock.

"Did you believe that this was the only cargo of prototypes headed to the base?" D'erek laughed as he was ready to fight. "Oh the irony, the bitter taste of irony."

"I think you talk too much," Angel said as she was taking her leave. "Too much theatre, not enough action from your part."

"You may be right," D'erek opened fire and Angel quickly avoided the bullets meant for her. Rolling away to a safe position, Angel fired towards the rooster and missed. D'erek then began to rush towards Angel, but impacted the wall with a crash. "I applaud your moves Miss Angel."

Angel didn't have time to take the compliments and began to fire at the bird. Several bullets impacted the body but no blood came out. "What the?"

"Nanobot Vest," D'erek said as he opened his coat to reveal the vest he was wearing. Angel examined the coat and within those fibers, millions of microscopic machines were trapping the bullets before they bored deep enough to cause damage. "A pinnacle in Federation technology, we spent quite some funds to develop these vests."

"Fancy vests and nanobots cannot save you from a good cooking you little chicken," Angel said as threw her weapon away and grinned. "Come on and get me, I'm not afraid of you. Why don't you finish this once and for all."

D'erek cracked his neck. "Gladly."

Just how I expected to work. Angel said to herself as the rooster rushed to her and grabbed her by the neck. The feathery hands were squeezing her with rage. She was struggling to grab the hilt of the sword. She was running out of air quickly… just… a bit… more.

"Prepare for your death Miss Angel," D'erek said as he was about to finish the battle.

Angel quickly drew her sword and quickly swung it at the Senator. Blood was coming out of the cut and the rooster released the pink experiment from his grasp. Angel quickly destroyed the controls that magnetically attached the cars to one another and saw the Senator shrink away in the horizon. With a relived sight she proceeded to her escape.

As she arrived to the 350th car, she found a fighter sitting there. "There's my only escape."

Three blue shots impacted the fighter. Angel looked ahead and saw Chopsuey with two custom blaster pistols on his paws. "Wow look at this, we have a Middle Eastern beauty here." Chopsuey licked his lips and lowered his guns. "Yeah baby, I hit the jackpot and today is my lucky day." He laughed a bit. "How about you and me this Saturday night with a lot of passion."

Angel only made a growl.

"Ah come on baby, where's the love?" Chopsuey said. "Come on baby, you know you want this fine, lusty body of mine." He pretended to flex muscles and raises his eyebrows in a seductive manner.

"I'm sorry," Angel said as she aimed her custom pistol at the green mercenary. "But you're not my type of guy, you're just a sick mercenary with too much anger and free time and my answer is no."

Chopsuey's left eye twitched. "I take 'no' as the wrong answer Angel." He raised his pistols. "I will get my night of passion once I am done with you."He fired his pistols rapidly, the blaster bolts flew at random directions. As the guns gave the empty click, he looked around and found his prize out of his sight. "I wonder where the hot Lebanese siren went to; I wanted to show her how passionate I am."

Angel brandished out her sword and quietly made her move. As she got closer to Chopsuey, she gave a slash to the back. Blood flew out and then Chopsuey turned around. "There you are," He quickly grabbed Angel and then threw her to the wall.

Angel impacted the wall and moaned.

Chopsuey licked his lips as he let desire get the best of him. "Don't worry Angel," he said as licked his lips, followed by light drooling. "I'll make it quick so that you don't have to scream or suffer because of me, I promise I'll be gentle with you." He approached the pink experiment, thinking of what he was ready to enjoy.

Angel got ready. With a quick movement, the curved blade was pushed into the mercenary's stomach. Screaming with pain and suffering, Chopsuey couldn't help feel this sharp pain inside his digestive system. Angel quickly pulled her sword out and placed it in the silver scabbard.

Chopsuey was giving slow steps. His face changed from anger and lust to a peaceful state. His anger, his lust, all those sins he did and he arrepented on his last seconds of life. With a moan he went down in physical form, while his spirit ascended into Purgatory.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned," Angel said as she felt pity for the green mercenary who was now in a place, a place were he will be punished for sometime before St. Peter allows him to enter Heaven.

Boarding the fighter, the roof automatically opened. The sounds of the jets were heard and then there was the whoosh sound of the engines. Angel piloted her fighter and jumped to hyperspace…

With the destruction of valuable prototypes, the hopes of modernizing the Galactic Armada was delayed by only a few months. With the death of Grand Admiral Greer Hamsterviel on that day, the military might of the Galactic Federation was now in weakened. With the head cut off from the rest of the body, the Federation was exposed to enemy attacks from all sides.

The Grand Councilwoman was watching how the galaxy was erupting into chaos and disorder. The end was getting closer, more worlds started to join the Confederacy and the Federation was decomposing from the inside. Political corruption swept the streets of Galactic City while paranoia, fear, threats, and insurgencies rising across every Federation-aligned world were growing.

The final crack occurred when Reuben found out about the militaristic plans of the Federation. There was no way of telling of the awesome and yet imperialistic goals of the Federation. That day, Reuben's world changed forever in the Beta Royale Indicident…