Avatar: Hello hello. I thought this chapter turned out pretty well. The final big fight scene is commencing, and all that fun stuff. I pride myself on action sequences, so don't hesitate to review and tell me what you think. I've only had one regular reviewer, and I've seen other fics in the Lilo and Stitch section get well over a half-dozen a chapter, so that kind of annoys me. Without more of me complaining, the Grand Councilwoman will do the disclaimer.

Grand Councilwoman: avatarjk137 does not own Lilo and Stitch. He only owns Experiment 000, and the contents of this story. This fanfiction and this original character are not sanctioned by any government in the Milky Way.

avatar: really? Where can I go to get my fanfiction sanctioned?

Chapter 10

Destined Battle

"Ready to die?" 627 asked casually, as if he were asking whether it was cold outside. But his twitching claws betrayed his calm expression.

"Naga. How about you?" Stitch ran head-on at 627, but stopped when 627 disappeared. "Oh, come on!"

"Killing you will be the best thing ever. I only regret that it's something I can only do once," came 627's voice as it circled around Stitch. Stitch got in a fighting stance, but still received several nasty punches to the head. He punched where 627 had apparently just been, but struck nothing. 627 grabbed Stitch's throat and lifted him into the air, reappearing. He then extended all 4 of his extra arms to block the 4 Stitch was trying to claw himself free with. Stitch finally bit down on 627's furry red arm, and rolled free. Stitch jumped into the air, curled into a ball, and rocketed down at 627. 627 pulled his head back and smashed it forward into Stitch's curled-up body as it dropped toward him. Both Experiments fell to the floor, bleeding from their forehead.

Stitch struggled to his feet. At least the wounds 000 had inflicted with his whip weren't serious. The whip seemed designed to cause lots of pain, but minimal damage. Stitch had lost barely any blood, but the wounds still hurt like hell. Extra pain was something he really didn't need when fighting an Experiment basically designed to be better than him. "What is it, 627? Can't you take a little blood?"

"Anything you can do…" 627 replied angrily, flipping to his feet. Stitch charged him again, and whipped all his claws toward 627's head. 627 extended his extra head, grabbed Stitch's lower arms with his own, and bit down on Stitch's upper pair of paws. Stitch screamed in pain, but couldn't pull free from 627's gator-like jaws. 627, without letting go, jumped and backflipped so that he landed with all 6 of his arms on Stitch's back and his mouths still clamped to Stitch's arms. Stitch popped his spines, causing 627 to release his paws and teeth and jump back in surprise. Stitch extended his antennae too, and rolled straight at 627. 627 tried to use his ice breath, but Stitch uncurled and flipped over him, looking for an opening. 627 grinned and engaged his telekinesis with both heads, holding Stitch in place. 627 ran up and began punching extremely rapidly with 6 fists, damaging Stitch further. He finished with an uppercut that knocked Stitch into the air, and drop-kicked him on the way down. "Had enough, 626?"

"No way," Stitch muttered, rolling to his feet away from 627. No good, he thought. 627 is much stronger than me. I can't fight him head on.

"Fine," 627 yelled impatiently, "if you won't come to me, I'll attack at a range!" He charged lighting in his hands, and began hurling bolts at Stitch. Stitch dodged each one, but he was beaten up pretty well, and couldn't dodge for long.

Wait a minute, Stitch remembered as he ducked another shock. What did Gantu say?...'Most of the weapons on the ship are personal firearms in my closet.' That's IT! Stitch backflipped, avoiding another bolt that melted a portrait from Gantu at a military academy. He landed at the closet door, ran inside and shut it behind him.

"Running and hiding? That's pathetic." 627 ran toward the door, calling, "Come out of the closet, Stitch!" As he reached for the knob, the door suddenly exploded off its hinges, knocking 627 away.

Stitch stood in the smoking doorway, holding two plasma rifles that would be a bit large for Gantu to wield at the same time. He was only able to hold them with all four arms out, and it looked as if the silver-green guns were half his maximum lifting limit. "Aloha," he said happily, his face reflecting the joy of a child with a new toy.

"Lock is being genetic in nature," Jumba explained. "It is lucky you were one to find cell, because only 000's DNA will be sufficient in opening lock."

"So what should I do?"

"Just be plucking one hair from your body and put it on scanner."

"Okay." Lilo did as she was told. The lock slid apart, revealing a keyboard in Turan. "What's this?"

Lilo heard Jumba laugh grimly from the other end. "I suppose 000 is being paranoid like his creator. Keeps everything valuable behind a double lock."

"Exactly." Lilo saw a look of horror in Angel's eyes, and saw 000 reflected in them. She spun around. 000 was using his telekinesis to allow his whip to drift around his body like a coiling snake. "And this lock is a password lock. You'll never get it."

Maybe if I read his mind? Lilo wondered. She tried, and a forceful shock passed through her head. "Ugh…" she dropped to her knees.

"Don't even bother trying." 000 swung his whip forward. It smacked Lilo in the face, and she instinctively jumped away before it could get her again. "That is just the first taste. Trying to fool me… your torment will be legendary." He swung the whip again, but Lilo reached out and caught it in her hand. This time 000 laughed out loud. "You've been training with my powers. Good. You'll be a better soldier when you're under my control."

"You'll NEVER control me!" Lilo shouted, and her eyes flashed with blue light. The whip sparked for a second, and shattered.

000 looked at the shattered lash on the floor. "Interesting. I can't do that yet. Hmmm…"

"Do you think you can kill me with a big pair of blasters?" 627 asked, although he didn't sound quite as confident as he hoped.

"I really do want to find out," Stitch replied. He opened fire, but 627 began dodging as well as – or better than – Stitch ever could. He hopped, flipped, ducked, weaved, rolled… every trick in the book to avoid the plasma blasts, he used. He tucked into a ball, rolled under two blasts, and quickly uncurled, jumping over a third and aiming for Stitch.

"Now I've got you, you fluffy little bastard!"

"Blitznak!" Stitch brought down both of the huge weapons in front of him, like a massive shield. Suddenly, the tops of the weapons slid open, revealing a set of missiles.

"No…freaking…way…" The missiles all fired out of the guns, homing in on 627. They created a massive explosion. 627's singed body was thrown back across the room, before hitting a giant steel door and falling to the floor. "Oww…"

"That was really lucky." Stitch fired a shot. This time, 627 was too dazed to dodge. The concussive force slammed him back against the door. "I'll tell Gantu to invest in these. They work beautifully."

"Oh, do they?" 627 sneered, as he got back to his feet. "I'm fine… maybe a little burned and bruised, but nothing I can't sleep off. I'm still going to kill you."

"How will you be killing Stitch?" Stitch asked. "You'll be too busy suffocating." He took aim, not at 627, but at the lock on the steel door behind him.

627's ears dropped. "That's an airlock behind me, isn't it?"

"Jumba, do you know what the password to 000's lock would be?" Lilo asked, never taking her eyes off 000. "Jumba?" A paw flashed to her ear, to find…"Where's my headset?" 000 smiled and looked down. Lilo looked at what his eyes gazed at. The headset lay shattered on the ground.

"My whip moved pretty fast, didn't it?"

"You'll be moving to oblivion even faster, abomination!" 000 spun around to see a large robot walk into the room, which vibrated every time it took a step. The robot bore more than a passing resemblance to Gantu: his race had been the model for its appearance. It had several features Gantu's biological body did not, however. For example, Gantu could control it from thousands of miles away, see through its eyes, and even speak through it. "Ever since I met 626, I felt like I needed to improve upon myself. No matter how much I trained, no matter what training I tried, that little blue furball always beat me! I got the job of captain partially because of my physical size, strength, and prowess, yet I could not beat a trog one thousandth my size! But now I've made peace with the fact that physically, I cannot defeat Stitch… or you. However, this machine will finally end your tyranny!"

"It's quite rude of you to interrupt, you know. I was a bit busy intimidating a little girl, so if you don't mind leaving…"

"Enough!" Gantu raised the robot's wrist, and a pair of missiles shot from it. The rockets homed in on 000, beeping as they neared their target.

"I really don't need this." A wave of fire suddenly rose up between 000 and the missiles, detonating them prematurely. When the smoke cleared, 000 was unharmed and laughing, and flames circled his body. "Well, it's about time!" He rose into the air, laughing all the way. "I love the smell of rage in the morning!" His eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on the large, silver-blue soldier mech.

End of Chapter

Next chapter, we conclude Stitch's battle with 627... and move onto the other battle in full. Until then, what's with today today?