Pretty Maelstrom
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Disney's Lilo & Stitch
Before you read: this chapter was based on Stitch's "original" origin story from the comic, before Stitch has a Glitch.
-Chapter Start-
Away from the island of Kaui, deep into space, was the planet Quelte Quan. Where a series of illegal genetic experiments were being performed. The mad scientist responsible stomped around his laboratory, swinging his thick arms in the air as he checked the gauges of his newest attempt.
"Behold Experiment 625, with the simple flick of a switch I will activate my Jumbatron 6000 and create the greatest monster in the universe," the scientist laughed. All four of his eyes turning to a desk, where a small yellow creature sat.
"Are you sure you should be trying this again?" the yellow creature asked, reaching for a set of jars with one hand, while holding a knife in the other. "You already made me and the others, but I guess the six hundred and twenty-sixth try could be the charm. By the way, do you want dijon or yellow mustard on your sandwich?"
Several other critters were around the lab, watching their creator. Each one with a collar and tag numbering them. But all were lower than the number 625, the latest creation, who was busy cutting bread to make sandwiches.
"Bah, you would never be able to understand the drive that is my genius 625," the creator scoffed, his blue skin visible under the dim light. "I am the mad-scientist, Dr. Jumba Jookiba, driven to explore the limits of science. And then see what is beyond. Also no mustard please."
"Didn't you only become a mad-scientist after you got divorced?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"I read it in the newspaper," the yellow experiment replied, waving around said item.
"Bah, that trash is only useful for wrapping fish from the market."
"Where do you think I got it?" 625 replied, pulling a slimy creature onto his work area. "You got to buy fresh ingredients to get the tastiest sandwiches."
With a shake of his large head, the mad scientist pulled on a lever. Starting his machine. "The rest of the galaxy may have outlawed my work, but after all these sleepless nights, my genius will be realized."
"It has been three days since you last slept, maybe you should have gotten a nap before starting the machine," the sandwich maker said.
"I'll take a nap after this," Jumba declared. "In only a few short moments the genetics from the most ferocious, dangerous, and powerful creatures from throughout the galaxy, plus a little of my own for brains and good looks, will mix with the protomatter to create perfection."
"I'd hate to stop your rant Doc," 625 said, walking next to his creator with a plate full of sandwiches. "But not all of these creatures look like you just described." The yellow experiment pointed to one of the holding cells for the genetic sample creatures. Inside one of the cages, was a tiny black dog. Happily wagging its tail as its tongue hung out, while the machine's scanner passed over it.
"Ack, who put that puppy in the machine's scanning pen?" The scientist yelled out in a panic.
"It was probably left over from experiments 254 and 255," the sandwich loving monster suggested, pointing to a set of contained, dehydrated, capsules. "Maybe the one you're making now will be cute and stink too."
"Silence 625," the scientist called, turning his attention back to his device. A bubbling mass of molten blue was growing on a center pedestal. "My genius will have overcompensated for such errors, it will not matter in the long run."
"Whatever you say Doc," the yellow creature said dismissively. "Sandwich?" he offered his creator.
"Absolutely, I'm starving," the chubby alien said, taking a bite from his new sandwich. "Despite your failure as an ultimate monster, you do make a good sandwich."
"It's a gift."
A flash of light ignited from the bubbling mass, as the protomatter continued to grow and change. Constantly shifting forms, until.
"My ultimate experiment is finished," Jumba yelled out. Quickly running to the control panel to open his machine.
He waved away the blanket of smoke that obscured his creation. When the air was clear, he intently looked at what he had made.
"It looks like…" Jumba trailed off. All four of his eyes following the creature's moves. "Another colossal failure," he yelled storming off.
On the pedestal was a small creature. Covered in blue fur, with six limbs, and large ears. Currently ignoring everyone and everything around it, as the just born monster was using its tongue to wave away the remaining smoke.
"625, I must sleep before rectifying this new setback," the scientist yelled. "Put a tag on it, and wake me in the morning."
"Yeah, sure Doc," the yellow sandwich maker replied. Grabbing a collar with the numbers 626 etched into it. "Now hold still little bro. I just need to put this on you, and you'll be part of the club."
As 625 neared his new brother, the blue creature burst into action. Jumping off the ceiling, before charging through a wall, and leaping at his creator. Who fell to the floor in time to save himself, but at the cost of his lab coat being slashed.
"Why is my ultimate monster after me?" the scientist screamed. Raising his arms for protection as the newest experiment prepared for another lunge.
It was only when a solid rush of air passed him, that he opened his eyes. He was unhurt, and his creation crouched behind him. Tearing into the sandwich that Jumba had been holding.
"He only wanted my sandwich?" the scientist questioned. Rolling over to watch the beast eat. "You are a strange one Experiment 626. I will have to keep my eyes on you."
*break*
"This will be the final test," Jumba shouted from his controls in the glass observation room. Experiment 626 lazily stood in an arena below.
"The final test of what?" 625 screamed in confusion, next to his creator. "All he's done for the past two days is wreck the lab,"
"Nonsense,"the mad scientist said, waving off the concern. "Sure, he may have been a little rough with the obstacle course, but he set a new record." Jumba said, trying to defend his creation.
"If by setting a record, you mean he went through all the obstacles. Instead of around them," the yellow sandwich artist replied.
"He merely found the fastest route."
"You mean like when you put him in the crushing machine, and told him to find the fastest way to stop it from crushing him. So he jumped up and pulled you in with him, and you stopped the machine."
"Yes, and I have to admit it was the quickest way to stop the crusher," Jumba replied with an uneasy laugh to his voice. Partially proud of his creations' ingenuity, but also scared of the danger he had been subjected to.
"And what about when you tried to figure out how strong he was? We're going to have to rebuild that wall." The yellow experiment stated, looking over all the destruction. "I'm convinced, you just like watching him destroy our home."
"Nonsense," the scientist laughed. "While Experiment 626 was built to be the ultimate monster, he is much more than a pure destructive force. Remember the complex equation he solved in only a few seconds. With nothing but a calculator too."
"He ate the calculator, while you were still holding it. And when you pulled the slobber covered thing out, it happened to have the answer on it," 625 stated, after swallowing his latest bite of sandwich.
"Exactly, Experiment 626's mind is so powerful he can solve complex problems, after only seeing them once," the scientist cried. "Sometimes my own intelligence scares me. I did not even know I had given a prehensile tongue to any of my creations. I sometimes forget how brilliant I am."
"Of course you are, because all genetic monsters need a seventh limb in the form of their tongue," 625 said sarcastically.
"Your backtalk is unnecessary 625," Jumba growled. "But, it will not matter. After these tests are complete, you will no longer be an assistant, and will only make sandwiches for the overthrower of the galaxy."
"I can live with that."
A clamour sounded out through the arena as a set of metal doors rolled open. Allowing barely enough room for Jumba's newest machine to enter the area. A large curved robot, supporting itself on four heavily armored legs. Menacingly pointing its head towards the fluffy blue experiment.
"This war robot will determine once and for all, how good of an ultimate monster 626 is," Jumba laughed from his seat in the control room. "Begin."
The robot shifted on its four legs. Menacingly scanning its target. While its blue opponent started trying to eat his own foot.
"Hey Doc, isn't that the robot those big-headed aliens from sector 5 paid you to make, and deliver to them intact?" 625 asked. Nervously poking at the separating glass.
"Do not worry. The robot will only play with our little friend."
"Well I just hope we don't need to give it to them with 'some assembly required,' instead." A Loud crash was heard before a piece of the robot smashed against the protective glass, cracking it. "Or, I could see if they're interested in some scrap metal."
Another crash, and the head of the robot was embedded in the glass. Facing towards Jumba, as its once glowing eyes powered down for the final time.
"Perhaps, now that the tests are over, I should put 626 somewhere safe and begin analysing the data I've collected," the alien doctor announced. Moving to look around the destroyed remains of the war robot, where the tiny blue creature was using a piece of scrap to pick metal bits from his teeth. "I think I'll start now."
"And hopefully you'll figure out what you did right this time," the yellow sandwich lover mocked.
"Hush 625. I am a genius, so of course I already know what went right."
"And yet it still took you six hundred and twenty-six tries."
The large alien rolled all four of his eyes at his assistant's words, and began making his way to the containment area. Where he intended to pull out his strongest cage.
"So, what are you going to keep him in, while you study your data?" 625 asked with a smirk."He's already proven he can break through any material in the lab."
Jumba stopped in his tracks. Turning to look at the shredded remains of the war robot, before looking back at the cage he had picked. Both made from the same material that had been ineffective at stopping 626.
*break*
A small hover ship skimmed over one of the dark murky oceans of the planet. As Jumba drove towards a large rock that sat just out of the water.
"This might be one of my most brilliant ideas," the scientist cheered at the ship's controls.
Experiment 625 was seated next to the doctor. A large board laid out in front of him, where he hurried to craft as many sandwiches as he could. With a tired huff, the yellow experiment turned to his creator, "Are you sure this is going to work?"
"Of course," Jumba answered. "626's body is incredibly dense, so he will instantly sink in water."
"So you're going to drop him off on a deserted island, and come back later."
"Exactly, as long as 626 remains calm this will be a simple and effective way to keep him out of trouble," the rotund alien exclaimed. "How is he doing?" the scientist whispered.
The sandwich artisan turned to look through the open door to the ship's cabin. Where the newest experiment was happily devouring a stack of sandwiches. That 625 was currently crafting the replacements for.
"He's fine," the yellow being reported. "He really loves the sandwiches I make, so that's a sign of how smart he is."
"Just make sure you keep him fed and happy for another five minutes, we are almost to the island."
By the time the trio reached the rock in the middle of the ocean, the blue creation had several more stacks of sandwiches to eat. While Jumba and 625 disembarked onto the island, 626 remained onboard, alone.
"It will be a big risk keeping experiment 626 outside of the lab, but it is necessary to contain him. At least until I can understand his full potential," the doctor said. Carrying a small pack of sensors, as he examined the rocky terrain of the island.
"Well this place is a lot less of a desert island paradise than I thought it would be," the short yellow creation called. A small plastic bucket and shovel held in his hands. Ready to play with the sand that wasn't there.
"If this place had any redeeming qualities, other people would visit. And then it would not be a good place to hide an illegal experiment."
"So we're just going to abandon him on a literal rock in the middle of the ocean."
"That is a harsh way of putting it. But yes, we are."
As Jumba and 625 wandered the island, making sure there was no way to escape, back on the ship trouble was brewing. 626 had stopped eating from his mountain of sandwiches, and had begun to use his calw to cut a hole in the window. When he finished, he grabbed a fresh sandwich and climbed through the hole.
Experiment 626 was now free on the island.
Several minutes later Jumba screamed when he saw the hole in his ship. "My creation has escaped," he cried.
"That's not good," 625 stated, unhelpfully.
"We need to attach the monitoring collar to him before we can leave," the scientist called. "We must find him."
"Thankfully there's a trail we can follow," 625 pointed below the cut open window
"Breadcrumbs!" Jumba yelled in excitement. "626's hunger has betrayed him."
The duo followed the path inland. Finding leftover bits of sandwiches as they moved forward. Leading them farther into the island.
"626 may be smart, but I am smarter," the evil genius declared with a chuckle.
Suddenly, everything went quiet before the sound of thrusters began to fill the air. Signifying a ship getting ready to leave.
"How likely is it that my little bro never left the ship, and instead planted a trail leading us away from him?" 625 asked.
A loud blast was heard, before the sound of engines began to fade into the distance.
"I fear you are correct my sandwich making creation," Jumba sadly acknowledged. Moving back to the water's edge, where his ship had been parked minutes earlier. "626 has escaped with our only way of getting off this island."
"So we're stuck here forever," the yellow creature stated.
"At least until the United Galactic Federation catches 626 and comes to arrest me."
"You really think they'll catch that slobbering creation of yours before we starve?" the sandwich lover questioned.
Jumba sighed, "I created 626 to be the ultimate monster, but he is not the optimum monster. I had planned to strategically release him upon my enemies. But if he is left to roam on his own, he will quickly be overwhelmed and caught."
625 took a seat on a rock next to his creator. Both stayed silent for a while as they looked out at the empty water. Curious as to what would become of them.
Only later did Dr. Jumba speak again, "I fear for the galaxy. For it does not know what has just been released upon it."
-Chapter End-
Legitimate question: who knew about this version of Stitch's origin?
This came from the "Disney Adventures" magazine, and for a while this was Stitch's origin, until Stitch Has A Glitch changed it. If you are interested the comics were collected in "Disney Adventures Comic Zone, volume 1 Lilo and Stitch". I don't recommend seeking this book out.
It's neat to see Stitch's story and what Lilo was doing before the movie, but that's all it is. Each "story" is about 3 or 4 pages, and aren't very deep. These were made to be short comics put in the middle of a children-focused this version of Stitch's origin, Jumba doesn't need to charge Stitch's molecules with a fusion chamber; Stitch isn't "born" on the planet Turo; and Stitch gets to go on a (child-friendly) rampage that results in him being caught.
This was a lot of fun to write. I really enjoyed the bickering dynamic between Jumba and Reuben (625, who hasn't been named yet). I'm kind of sad that 625 won't be showing up again in this story, but Pleakley will soon be joining us.
I'm going to end this here before it gets much longer. Next time Cobra Bubbles is displeased, and Lilo meets Stitch.