A/N: Well, chapter 7 now. There's gonna be a small hint to a possible sequel, if I ever get around to making one. If you don't get any references to any other stuff I'm writing about…you should stop reading right now. XD

The reason why this fic is late because I was struggling slightly to tie the ends between this chapter. Things get complicated. And I had a crapload of schoolwork anyways.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lilo & Stitch, Artemis Fowl, or the 'Evoker' object. (You might get what I mean, but just might)

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E121, Shuttle Lobby

There has been that lifelong debate about the characteristics of sound, like 'if a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it, does it still make a sound?', and various parodies that include 'if a husband says something in a forest and his wife doesn't hear him, is he still wrong?'. 627's footsteps echoed across the empty port of E121, casting an eerie air through the walls. 627 wasn't unduly worried about any LEP fairies rushing in soon, he had jammed the doors with various grades of steel-wrought items, and no one was fast enough or left alive to activate an alarm.

627 walked over to the shuttle terminal's computers, and spent a few moments looking at the monitor. It was child's play to hack the system; the password was but several characters. Anyways, within minutes, 627 had taught himself the Gnommish language, and could read it fluently as any fairy linguistics professor. A slow grin spread across the demented creature's face. A flare was coming up soon. Perfect.

The LEP had called in (yet another) lockdown and ordered every citizen to stay within their homes as they hunted down the escaped experiment. All shuttles coming down and up the chutes were suspended, which in case was perfect for 627. He didn't need anyone watching what he was about to do, and piloting a shuttle wasn't his forte. He knew how to with excellent expertise, but didn't quite enjoy manoeuvring a giant piece of machinery (lacking a lot of agility) as much as Stitch.

627 walked into the docking station, and continued his walk into the chute himself. Expertly balancing on one chute rail, 627 moved over to the edge of the entrance chute, as any Cirque du Soleil tightrope walker would. The sound of the magma hundreds of miles below failed to put a tremor in 627's body. The illegal bio-project had already done the math himself: He would only die of the heat after falling down right into the edge of the Earth's inner core. Fireproofing was certainly more sophisticated in alien civilizations.

His grin still tugging on his mouth, 627 jumped down the chute itself with more glee expected from anyone else. To him, it was like skydiving. Of course, anyone else taking the dive would consider this to be more suicide then skydiving. The magma's roar grew louder, 627 was getting close. He curled up into a ball like Stitch, and readied himself.

The flare would break all records held in any other chute. This is Hawaii, anyways. A Force-12 magma flare caught 627's compressed body in its burning clutches, and engulfed it. 627 barely broke a sweat being roasted by temperatures breaking the thousands. And with the magma stopping his fall, it now proceeded to send 627 back up as fast as possible.

If anyone foolhardy or brave enough was standing on the entrance chute rail at the time, he or she would have seen a red-orange blur speed up at incredible speeds, and then feeling a sonic boom. 627 zoomed up the chute at hypersonic speeds. At this point, firing the world's strongest sniper rifle upwards to race against 627 would be like trying to beat out a Formula 1 racecar with a snail.

After a minute and a half of flight time, 627 unfurled from his ball shape and angled himself up for maximum aerodynamics possible. He had already done some calculations, and predicted that within 20 minutes, 627 would have to continue his ascent to the surface by climbing. It wasn't an arduous task one might think, of course. 627 also took the liberty of more mathematical calculations and found out that about another hour of climbing would bring him to the E121 surface shuttleport.

627's grin stuck on his face throughout the entire ride up. This was going to get interesting.

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Lilo, Stitch, and company were practically shoved into Foaly's oh-so-beloved Ops centre. Fibre-optic wires ran behind the walls, and various machines hummed with power. Most of them were prototypes of Foaly's inventions, and weren't supposed to hum in the first place. Foaly was absorbed into the old-school monitor of one of his computers, and the clicking of the computer keyboard buttons almost seemed frantic.

Jumba took notice of the keyboard that wasn't exactly cutting-edge on the technology market, and laughed. "HA! Even with your advanced 'technology', you still use those things?"

Foaly didn't look up, still glued to the monitor. However, he replied, "Last time I ran a check in the Pelekai house, you're also using this supposedly old piece of hardware.

Jumba's grin didn't falter a bit at Foaly's snide comment, and proceeded to explore every inch of Foaly's workspace. Foaly ignored him, turning up to face Lilo.

Foaly sighed, the weight of the words hanging on his lips. "627's escaped."

Lilo's jaw dropped. As well as Pleakley's, Jumba's, Nani's, and Stitch's. Well, Stitch was more growling then jaw-dropping at the sound of the words 627 and escaped. He could never truly let go at his superior counterpart. The only one out of the group who wasn't in shock was Angel, who wasn't really paying attention or cared about 627 in general. After all, she's never really met the demonic creature.

As usual, Foaly broke the silence. "Of course, we're going to need your help finding this elusive 627."

Pleakley, not having talked in the past hour or so, took this moment quickly to use his vocal chords. "He's ESCAPED? Agh! We're all gonna die! ALL GONNA DIE!!!!"

Stitched rolled his eyes at the noodle-like alien. Drama queen. And cross-dresser to boot also.

Foaly groaned internally, wondering why he brought down this insecure idiot here in the first place. "Lilo, Stitch. You two have firsthand experience with this dangerous experiment, so fill me in."

"Well, 627 has a laughing problem. And can't say much of anything except for 'evil,-"

Foaly moaned internally again. He had removed those weaknesses of the crazy bio-project when he deleted that mental block by accident. There had to be another way.

"-, has the abilities of 20 other experiments Jumba made previously, and besides that, he's 100% better than Stitch, except for the laughing thing."

Jumba broke in, "And now that Mr. horsey guy here has erased mental block from 627, the little creature is pretty much invincible."

Stitch frowned at the invincible remark. It was himself that was supposed to be 'invincible' originally, but…

"Ok, forget about that. We need to know where and when 627 is going to strike. Any ideas?" Foaly asked.

Silence was the response to the question, and Foaly 'facepalmed' himself. "Great. No help whatsoever."

The centaur then turned to his computer once again, and started typing furiously. "We don't know where 627 is, and considering his capabilities, he could have easily climbed up any chute under the world to wreak havoc across human civilization. I'm going to send-"

Lilo broke in, "Wait, Mr. Foaly, 627 could be anywhere, but he would be more likely to be certain places. Wouldn't he get revenge or something first?"

Fluidly, Foaly opened up another program and resumed typing. "In that case, I'm going to send a couple Recon fairies up E121, maximum priority. I'm also going to put all of you here under full protection, which may or may not be effective, considering 627's powers.

Speaking into a small microphone, Foaly said one simple sentence. "Holly, you're going back up."

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E121 - surface

627 clambered onto the docking bay of E121. Arduous, even for someone with his abilities. Nevertheless, the bio-project walked through the double-doors into the dock lobby. The port was pretty much empty, considering the recent lockdown. However, Foaly had technically called off the lockdown after the first 626 experiments arrived, but not everyone had returned to their post yet. There was a lone officer, dozing off at one of the security screens. 627 smirked. Easy prey.

The 'prey' previously mentioned wasn't necessarily trained badly, but the 'easy' part stuck to his title. Right as the guard turned to face the source of the footstep sounds, he was greeted by several balls of searing-hot plasma. Still smirking, 627 wondered if he could have replicated the face-melting effect with flesh-eating bacteria. 627 turned, and strode out into the dead of night in Kauai.

First things first, it was time to get his quarry. 627 climbed up the nearest palm tree, and started hopping, swinging, and speeding across the treetops. Clambering up a near-infinite length of natural piping wasn't exactly fun anyways, so 627 took this opportunity to let loose and use some of his other muscles.

Landing in a small clearing, 627 continued his journey, and ended up at the main street of a small town. Lilo Pelekai's town. 627 sniffed the air, his target was close. 627 spun around and ran at top speed, towards a certain Mrs. Hasagawa's house.

Mrs. Hasagawa was any normal old lady, with rather dark skin, short stature, and the owner of a market that sold fruits and vegetables. The question now, is why on earth would 627 go after someone like Mrs. Hasagawa? The thing is, he isn't. It's her 'cats' that 627 was after.

Of course, these weren't any normal cats. The general population of the town, which was cynical in most cases, didn't realize that several hundred illegal alien experiments were part of their society. And eleven of those experiments are Mrs. Hasegawa's 'cats'. There used to be nine only, but two rather interesting experiments joined the ranks after several incidents in the CIA. Those two experiments are 278 – Pasthole, and 279 – Futurehole. And 627 was after Futurehole.

627, after his sprint, jumped up onto the top of Mrs. Hasagawa's small house, checking for 'security' that wouldn't be there. He then jumped down to the ground, and opened a small crack in one of the windows. All eleven of Mrs. Hasagawa's 'cats' were asleep in the living room. Futurehole was curled up close to Pasthole (obviously), his light green fur swishing from the draft that came from the window. With practiced ease, 627 opened the window slowly to avoid any squeaks, and crawled in. He deftly ran up the wall and onto the ceiling, and stopped right above his target. Using his Elastico powers, 627 stretched his body, and picked up the sleeping Futurehole.

Still under, Futurehole merely groaned a bit, and resumed snoring. Heavy sleeper. 627 jumped down to the ground with the softest touch, and leaped out the open window, closing said window behind him. Next stop, Jumba's lab, 627 thought. Then his plan would be put into action. Leaping over buildings and trees, 627 continued.

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Holly walked out of E121, still a bit dazed. Usually, she wasn't dazed, but after looking at a dead fairy with the flesh pretty much roasted off his face, it was enough to make anyone's skin crawl. She had already reported the fatality to Foaly, and a team of warlocks were already coming up. Holly scoffed. If the warlocks somehow manage to save that fairy, he would be a vegetable for the rest of his life. At the very least.

The first one up out of many, Holly activated the wings on her back and took off into the night sky. The other recon fairies, including a certain Captain Vein, were in the chutes already. Vein was set to arrive in several minutes. Holly entered in the coordinates of the most obvious target of 627: the Pelekai house. Of course, there was no one in there, but 627 had decided to go up chute E121 anyways, so who knows?

Holly flew in wide circles, searching for the elusive 627. Holly had the anti-shield filter up in her helmet, but it didn't help all that much. It was still better than the other filters though. 627's invisibility didn't have the same characteristics as shielding, but the strobe variation of the anti-shield filter was still enough to see 627 as a flicker. A small flicker, yes, but it was better than nothing. And with someone like 627, the LEP needed all the advantages they could get.

Detecting no movement in the surrounding areas of the house, Holly swooped down, and peered into a window. Nothing there, so Holly moved on. Nothing of interest was in the house. Various bookshelves, some kind of alien elevator, and cooking pots. Holly frowned. If 627 wasn't here, then where on Earth could he be? Holly continued to peer through various glass panes, until something caught her eye in the window that connected Jumba Jookiba's room to the outdoors.

It was 627. Invisibility turned off, typing furiously on one of Jumba's computers. In one corner, a wide-eyed experiment was tied up, and duct tape over the little creature's mouth. Obviously, 627 had some plan or vendetta against the alien, but what could it be? The experiment's light green fur stood on end, scared out of his mind. Holly ran a scan on the creature, and matched it to one of the experiments on a database Foaly had cobbled up in half an hour. It was 279 – Futurehole.

A door opened, and Holly ducked down instinctively. Making sure her shield was still up, Holly poked her helmeted head back up, and saw something she definitely didn't want to see right now. As if 627 was bad enough.

"Oh gods, please no. Not her. We've dealt with her too many times," Holly mumbled to herself. 627 was too busy typing away to pay attention to her words, as quiet as it was.

Holly linked up to Foaly, and messaged him. "I've found 627. He's with Opal Koboi."

Holly heard nothing but silence. Until – "…D'arvit."

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"The idiot's still sleeping, "627 murmured to himself, "gotta wake him up later. But first, let's find some allies." 627 snickered a bit, completely away that some LEP recon teams would be after him soon. When they'll arrive was something he didn't know. Futurehole continued snoring, hog-tied.

627 typed furiously on Jumba's computer, bypassing the security easily. To him, it wasn't even considered to be 'security'. Jumba had pretty low standards for information protection, even for someone so paranoid like him. 627 hacked a link into a fairy communicator, and started sending a message. During his short stay in Haven City, 627 had managed to get some info about well-known criminals, and a plan began to shape in his mind. He also took the time to swipe a prototype mechanism from the deserted Koboi Labs, known as an Evoker. Not even the techies working on the thing knew what it was supposed to do, but 627 knew at first glance. The pistol-like Evoker was yet another object that was interacting with a foreign universe.

627 continued typing his message to the recipient. …I know you're around, Koboi. We're after things that are remarkably similar. Get to the Pelekai House, and I'll show you things that would make your dreams of world domination true. -627. 627 pressed SEND, and the messaged was ferried off to the communicator. The creature smiled at himself for his intellect. Nothing was going to stop his plans.

Turning his attention to Futurehole, 627 walked over, and pulled back his arm. A swift punch to Futurehole's forehead quickly woke up 279, and almost immediately, Futurehole started rambling on in Tantalog. "Dammit, Pasthole, sto- holy crap! 627! What the…what do you want from me?"

627 smiled, bearing his slightly yellow teeth. "What I need from you, Futurehole, is for you to do what you do best. Open up a hole into 3 years into the future, and into the only specially designed isolation cube in the Atlantis Penitentiary." Futurehole frowned, "how am I supposed to do that?" 627 continued smiling, and responded, "Because I know the full capabilities of your powers. I know you don't need to visualize where the other hole is going to be. Do some searching and you'll find it. Trust me."

Futurehole's eyes lit up, as an idea popped into his head. "So, why the hell do I have to help you? You need me." Futurehole grinned, certain that no rebuttal would come out of 627's lips. 627 merely brandished his claws, and said, "Well, if you don't do that, I'll kill you. And Pasthole as well, just for good measure." Futurehole's grin disappeared faster than a snowball during summer, and 627 continued. "And if you even think about sending me into the wrong time and area, remember this: I'll simply hunt you down in the future, kill you, and then use Pasthole to get back. And then kill you again."

Fully scared out of his mind now, Futurehole only nodded nervously. 627 smiled, and grabbed the nearest roll of duct tape. Deftly unfurling a section, 627 applied the tape to Futurehole's mouth. "And now all that's left, is for our visitor to arrive," 627 chuckled.

627 resumed typing, and entertained himself by hacking into Jumba's more private info. Way too many mentions about Pleakley. Several minutes later, 627's ears perked up. The visitor was here, and she's doing some recon. 627 rolled his eyes, and enunciated clearly, "For God's sake, get in here already. I don't have much time."

Buzzing down her shield, Opal Koboi opened the door and walked in. Slightly surprised at the sight of the alien experiment, she asked a very simple question: Who are you?

627 responded in kind, "I'm an ally, and that's all you need to know. You want world domination; I want to take down the Galactic Armada and Earth. I figure that we could pool our resources, and take on everything together."

Opal Koboi readied some magic at her fingertips, wary of any danger that may come. "And why should I trust you?"

627 stopped typing, and turned to face Opal Koboi. Putting on an endearing face (as endearing as a homicidal, crime-against-nature, bloodthirsty bio-project can look like), 627 said, "Because, I can show you a world where every sentient being on this planet is under your rule. Everything would be controlled by you, and you alone. I would be off destroying other civilizations in other planets." Opal was convinced. She didn't completely know the full extent of powers that this 627 had, but considering that she had absolutely no resources left to mount a world-domination campaign, she obliged.

627 stood up, and strode over to the quivering 279. Seeing his fear in his eyes, 627 grinned. "Now, Futurehole, do your work. Do as I told you, or your blood will be strewn all over the place." Without even needing the ties to be loosened, Futurehole promptly warped into a temporal rent, much like the 'electric snake' witnessed by Artemis and Holly. Unlike No1's warp, Futurehole's temporal rent had an unusual lime green/metallic blue tinge to it.

627 stuck his head through the hole to ensure that Futurehole's coordinates were correct. Turning back to a stunned Opal, he roughly grabbed her and jumped through.

Unlike the time warps that were conducted by the demon warlocks of yore, the ride that Futurehole gave 627 and Opal was instantaneous, painless, and certainly not mind breaking. There even wasn't that post-warp euphoria the brain experiences.

The pair of outlaws was in a small, dark room, which was dimly lit by the laser security bars. The same laser bars gave off a slight humming sound. 627 knew exactly where they were, but Opal looked around, slightly confused. Her megalomania was still in place, but her obsessed narcissistic tendencies had been toned down a bit ever since she escaped from the pile of rubble caused by the kraken. Her eyes adjusting to the darkness, Opal turned around, and found someone sleeping on a woefully small cot.

The person sleeping was herself. 3 years in the future, a decade after the Koboi from the past. The past Opal Koboi stifled a gasp.

627, ignoring the shocked Koboi, began writing a short message on a fairy post-it note, and attached it to the Evoker. Placing it down on the ground, 627 roughly grabbed the past Opal Koboi once again, and jumped back into the present.

The Opal Koboi in the penitentiary stirred slightly, and caught a slight glimpse of the closing portal. But to her, it would only come up as a dream.

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"Foaly, at this point, things can't get much worse, the past Opal Koboi's teamed up with that 627. I'm pretty damn sure that's even worse than our Opal Koboi teaming up with this Koboi."

"Gods, this is getting confusing. Holly, stick close to them. I've got every other officer aboveground converging on your location."

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The return was just as gentle as the departure. 627 and Opal jumped down from the portal, and Futurehole reverted back into his normal, tied-up form. Sweat running, Futurehole cowered slightly as 627 grabbed the little creature by the head and lifted him up. With a strong energy burst from his arms, 627 forced Futurehole into unconsciousness. He dropped the experiment, who had resumed his snoring that he started several hours ago.

Somewhat miffed that 627 dealt with someone like herself in a disgraceful manner as before, Opal Koboi turned to face 627, and sneered, "Well, what now?"

627 smiled, bearing his teeth. "What now? We go on to 'phase 2', and what it involves is…"

In an instant, 627 grabbed Opal Koboi by her arm and pulled the pixie towards him. The claws on 627's right hand glinted in the moonlight, and slashed open Opal's throat. The incision was quite deep, almost halfway to a decapitation. Streaks and spatter of blood laced the walls, satisfying 627.

"…for you to leave the picture."

Making sure Opal doesn't use her ill-gotten magic, 627 thrust his hand back into the incised neck, stopping the magic flow. Within seconds, Opal Koboi was officially, clinically, dead.

Fools, 627 thought, that No1 warlock can't even construct a decent 'time' warp. Wrong universe.

627's blood-stained ears perked up. Someone's here. Obviously, some of those terribly trained Recon fairies. Well, just more cannon fodder to me to rip apart.

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A/N: I was gonna make this chapter longer, and include what 627 was going to do next, but…I was overdue for another update anyways. And if I kept writing, it would have gone well over 5000 words. So…yeah. Next chapter SHOULD be around Christmas, since we all have Christmas break, which means more writing time. XD