Chapter 1 " Birth"
The big alien stood at a pannel, which knobs and switches littered. His white lab coat moved as he raised his arm to check his watch, he muttered something as he moved over to the table of medical instruments. He nervously galnced at each one, he never knew when he'd need to use them. He had a pair of ear muffs on, due to his special way of 'learing' his experiments. This method was his, he had created it.
It has been proved that whenver the body is a sleep or resting, the mind is still able to take in information and store it accordingly. So he took audio files from every language and started simple. Basic launguage skills, baby stuff, then more advanced, then very soon he go to the point of running several of these lessons at once, and the experiments could understand them due to thier procedure of processing the information at astonishing rates. So in effect they could learn most of what they would need to know, basic and advance languages, proper speach, and depending on how long they were down, the basics of mathematics and so on. But 626 had been under alot longer, he had learned advanced physics, meta physics, the black hole theorum and any other audio file he got his large hands on.
The ailen's name was Dr. Jumba Jookiba, he was from the medium, weighted species of the Vlenn. He had graduated from the School of medicine and took a part time job as a Doctor for several years, then pursued a degree in genetics. After several years he broke some of the boundries and advanced genetics farther that any one person in the known universe.
The Vlenn stood approximately five feet tall, average. The species tended to look fat, their thick limbs and stomach looked like they ate all day, but it was evolutionary they had slowly evolved to look like that. Their legs were as thick as tree trunks and boasted excellent muscle power.Thier large heads had four eyes, two primary that saw in regular color, and the secondary pair that acted like a hindsight so to speak. They only had two arms, unlike most of the other species living on Turo now. Power, their history was full of it, not scocially or governmental their power was laid in the huge brains. They soon became the most technically advanced species on Turo, their native planet. Anchient Turian historians tend to argue over who of the two species had been more advanced, the Vlenn or the tall thin creatures known as the Serdials. More evidence pionted to the Vlenn as the primary brains, but several finding have wavered that standing.
Dr. Jumba adjusted the climate controlls, cooling the small room down to a low temperature of 78.5 degreeze, the atmoshpere that was most suitibly fit to bring an experiment through.He looked over at the huge cryogyn capsule that held his latest creation, Experiment number six- hundred and twenty six, he hoped that 626 wouldn't go critical and die on him. Several experiments had died from this.
Critical Cryogyn Syndrome as it was called, it happend when the occupant of the cryo tube was so immersed into his sub-conscious that when was awakened his mind thought it was a dream, the body stopped all functions to try and wake up the mind from reality. When this happened, little could be done to save the occupant, Jumba hoped to God that this would not happen, not to experiment 626, he was too smart for that to happen. He read the alien letters on the clock, ' six more hours' he thought looking at the capsule that held experiment number 626. He walked over to the audio emitter and turned the volume down, this would be his last session.
He sighed, and walked over to the tube, it looked like a leviathan to the two foot alien inside. Jumba grabbed one of the handles that held the capsule shut, he twisted it, a slight hissing noise emitted from inside, frost sped over inside from the rapid change in temperature.
Jumba finished unlocking all the latches on the huge cryo capsule, and swung the lid over, revealing the blue alien inside. Wires and monitoring devices were attached onto 626, most on his large head so that Jumba could monitor high brainwaves and mental stability, the others were medical probes that could make last minute adjustments to 626's genetic code. He carefully removed these wires, being careful so that he didn't mess up the short fur covering 626's body. When he did 626's breathing stuttered several times while his brain took over the breathing from the computer. Jumba carefully picked up the stretcher that the experiment lay on, he carried over to the table in the center of the small white room. He placed a small, heavy blanket over the still alien who's mind was still in hybernation. A look only a mortition could pull off was on the experiement's face, almost like a sad grimmace. Jumba set a timer for five hours and dimmed the light in the lab. He walked out of the room and the automatic door hissed behind him, he was letting Experiment 626 warm up while Jumba took a break for a cold Turian brew.
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Experiemnt 626 was his first and only fighting machine, he decidide to save the best for last. Before 626 he'd had 625 experiments to practice on, only when he felt ready did he create the in-fallible 626. The others were just steps up to this, to glory to fame and hopefully a litle rest, after all he'd been creating experiments for fifteen years now. His funding had been pulled after two years, then the military lost interest.
The small pinkish alien sat at the main computer in the center that controlled all of tha lab that Jumba owned. Experiment # 327, his greatest achievement so far, sat at the compter watching the local news on the mainstream, her big ears were folded against her head, she nervously scraped at the dest on which the computer sat, she too was anticipating the "birth" of the new experiment. 327 was generally mild mannered, respecting Jumba and all his work, but was a wussy when it came time for her to go throught the required training. But when things got rough that didn't stop her from slinking away, she could stand her ground and fight. She also liked to joke alot, usually in compromising sutiations.
Her features were that of all of Jumba's experiments, her pink body had the same features, quad arms, the uppermost being primary. The three small, stuby barbs on her back were tipped with black, as was her nose, and a small white band seperated the pink from the black. She had a light light blue stomach, that color was also arround her eyes. The six inch antena were tipped with a blue-pink hue, fading as it went down. Every other experiment lusted for her company, except 625, that slob would be better off in a garbage incinerator, those were her thoughts. She brought some sort of level of personal pleasure to the experiments, although she never went farther than a breif kiss, it was enough to send them running for more. It was something Jumba couldn't explain, physically or even at the sub-routine examination could reveal.
The room in which the pink alien sat was a fair size, twenty by twenty, and was littered with computer equipment of all shapes and sizes, wires trailed all over the ground, and out of the wall from all the other equipment from arround the lab. The huge, Earth borrowed, Cray XMP2 sat in the corner, it was capable of running at the speed of 4mil revolutions a second making it the fastest copmuter in the galaxy, matched only by the soon to be great experiment 626. The long grey tables were loaded with testing equipment and other ammenities. Bland dark wood linned the wall, stopping at five feet and a sandy colored wall continued up the rest of the way.
The door hissed open, 327 jumped she was so tense, she felt better when Jumba's voice floated across the room "Almost five hours to go, 327" he mumbled to her, knowing her accute ears would pick it up. 327 turned arround to face him with a solomn stare, " You know that you shouldn't sneak up on innocent , unsuspecting experiments" she told him. "Innocent, eh?" he joked. "Must be nervous." Jumba said to himself, 327 of course heard it."What's he going to be like?" she asked, Jumba looked at her "Don't worry 327 you'll see." This just increased her anticipation. 327 slouched back down in the high chair that had been specially built for her. "He's not helping." she grunted.
625, on the other hand, was in the kitchen doing what he did best, making a sandwich. He used some molded over meat and a liqiud labeld 'Test sample 2, DO NOT EAT' he put it on the bread anyway, besides Jumba's experiments could digest anything from his aunt's rice pudding to radioactive isotopes, wich were both equally potent. He hadn't a care in the world, except the liquid spilled on his stomach, he wiped it up with a towel.
625 was also the same as the rest of the experiments, two foot tall, barbs and such. His color scheme was that of aquamarine and a dark blue stomach the same blue color was arround his eyes. Although he had considerably shorter ears that the rest. Jumba swore that 625's stomach bulged slightly, even though they had an ultra high metabolism that burned up access fat, so theroretically they could never get fat, then there was 625.
327 burst into the kitchen saying "Six more hours!" 625 ignored her, he was busy finishing his sanwich. She continued " Only SIX more hours, 625 aren't you anxious?" 625 gave a look like a phirahna had eaten his prized sandwich, "NO," he said, with little enthusiasm, "Have you been drinking Jumba's deodorant again?" he laughed. 327 gave a piercing stare, she though she'd never live that one down, she watched 625 shove a corner of the sandwich into his mouth, 'What a pig' she thought. She got an evil idea after she noticed the bottle marked 'Test sample 2, DO NOT EAT', "Uh, 625 you used Jumba's experiment laxitive on your sandwich," she pionted to the bottle. 625 stopped chewing,and peered into his sandwich, he dropped it and ran to the bathroom. When 327 thought he was gone she let out a laugh "You're so gullible 625" she continued laughing. The bottle actually contained an experimentative synthetic plastique compound that when ignited would burn for hours and couldn't be put out. "Now if only I could get him to eat some fire or something" she mumbled to herself. She really didn't mean that, she and 625 were good friends that tended to joke arround alot.
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625 spent the next two hours waiting in the bathroom, untill he realized what the bottle really contained. His eyebrows almost were fried off his head he was so mad. He'd have to get 327 back in some way. He found his sandwich right where he had dropped it, and went off to find Jumba and 327.
Jumba was in the in the cryo room, he was doing some last second changes. 625 entered the room with an air of royalty arround him, he dind't give a care about the new experiment, he or it was just another thing for Jumba to cherish, and boast about to the other scientists. 625 hated that, Jumba tended to neglect his duties, and not to mention forgetting to get more bread when he went out with the other scientists and gambled such other things Jumba swore he wouldn't understand. He hopped up onto one of the big stools sitting at the corner of the table on which 626 was laying.
Jumba was preparing to pull 626 out of cryo sleep, he'd readied the cameras for complete documentation. The heart beat monitor showed 626's pulse, it was at a steady beat. The air scrubbers hummed from where they sat, high up in the corners. Jumba took to the controll panel, he turned up the oxygen percentage in the small chamber, the increase in oxygen caused 626 to breathe heavier, that was good, breathing heavy in a saturated enviroment oxidized the blood. Jumba brought a thin piece of metal bent like a head band with two wires trailing out of it and placed it arround 626's head. A monitor in the corner showed a white line on a black background, as soon as the band was on 626's head the line began to spike. He slowly walked over to the panel again and slowly turned up a dial on the board, then pushed a red button. The white line on the screen jumped, then returned to normal, Jumba turned the dial up several more notches, then hit the red button. The line spiked again, this time it stayed like that.
The blue experiment opend it's eyes and looked up. His mind started to run through all the memory thet had been placed there. He slowly sat up, Jumba watched, he rubbed his eyes to rid himself of sleep. The silence was eerie, no one spoke a word, 626 just looked arround, taking in all the data from the room. 625 broke the silence "Say something bonehead!" Jumba reached out to stop him, he succeded in knocing 625 off the stool. "That," Jumba said, " ...was 625, the noisy twit, I'm Jumba, Doctor Jumba Jookiba, and you are my experiment, experiment 626, or just 626. Which ever you like." Jumba grinned. "I'm leaving, see you blubber head, have fun with your new toy." 625 mumbled as he walked out from the room. 626 still said nothing, he yawned then tried his speach. "626." The blue experiment grinned, pleased at the sound of his voice, he tried again. "Jumba." The huge scientist let out a small laugh. "You amuse me, 626." Jumba chuckled. 626 froze, a blank expression on his face, Jumba saw this and took a few steps toward the door. "Six, two and six, 25.0199920063936071594091994012458 to the second power. Six hundreds, two tens, six ones. Six hundred twenty six." he blurted out. Jumba grinned. 626 was already showing signs of advanced levels of intelligence.
"What...is 626." the alien on the table asked, as more of a statement though. "626, the number after 625. One more than 625. My six hundred twenty sixth creation." Jumba told him, being as simple as possible before he could analyze 626's memory intake from the 'sessions'. Number 626 though for a second, "No name, no 'Joe', or 'Resnyk', Just 626?" Jumba shook his head, "Nope. Just 626." Jumba watched him look arround. "What's the matter?" "Nothing, you said there were 626 of your creations, And so far there's only been two, where's the rest?" he asked, suprized. Jumba sighed. "It is more complicated than it looks. Of 626 genetic experiments, most were killed off by disease, most weren't mentally right, others just died of old age. There are a total of 30 of my experimetns still alive, most are cryogenicly frozen for later use, but 625, 327 and several others are around, they help me out arround here, except 625 he's too lazy to do anything. Does that answer anything?" The blue experiment nodded.
Jumba performed some tests on 626, most were useless, but none the less he preformed them any way. Routine and procedure, that was what Jumba was all about. 626 just stared into space still thinking about any thing that popped into his mind. Jumba got worried, 626 should be doing something destructive, or maybe he was developing his other personality. He sided with the second excuse. 626 had passed every test he'd done with flying colors. Jumba spoke up "I'll give you a tour of my facilities, if you want" 626 looked at him "Sure, anything to get out of this room" Jumba walked out of the small room, 626 jumped to the floor and staggered arround drunkenly for a few seconds then slowly gained a sense of balance. He followed Jumba out.
Jumba owned arround ten percent of the whole sceintific compound. His lab was composed of six parts, The living quarters were unusually large for a lab, it really only had two bed rooms, the rest were small offices that were made to look like bedrooms. Most were filled with bunks that the other experiments slept on, the more important experiments had their own rooms. Two huge labs filled with all kinds of equipment, computers and such. A restricted access vault held all of Jumba's codes, reasearch files and the documentations of the experiments. A freezer that was filled with all the failed experiments, all frozen for medical purposes and later research. Next to the freezer was the cryo chambers, Jumba strictly forbid 626 to go in there. Jumba's office that was crammed with books, all his writings. The controll room that controlled all of his part of the complex and held all his public records. And a public auditorium that was shared by all the scientists in the compound.
Then Jumba stopped at a door that was just one of the many that linned the hall, this one was just off the main hall, byu the kitchen. "....And here is you room 626," he pushed open the door revealing a ten by ten room with flat grey walls and two beds, boxes were stacked up in the corner, one served as a table. A single bulb was the only thing to light the windowless room. "Oh, by the way, you share this room with 625." Jumba laughed and then shut the door, leaving 626 alone.
626 walked into the dimly lit room "At least it's got a...." he struggled for the right word "Bed, that's it." He did a 360 survey of the room, he turned to his left. Two red lockers he didn't notice bofore stood by the door, one marked 625 and the other 626. He smiled as soon as his brain computed the markings, a locker with his name on it! The next thing he did was bounce on the bed that was made, his light weight allowed him to fly high into the air. After several minutes he stopped, that got boring fast. He left the room and strolled to the kitchen, letting his clawed paw scratch the wall and peel the wood off as he went.
625 was busy at the low counter Jumba had made for his small experiments. He had several jars of liqiud and some bread spread out before him, the descision was so hard to make, should he try something new or not? he wielded the small knife like a delicate instrument, he heard a noise. 626 entered the kitchen and immediately walked over to where 625 was. "Whoa there cretin!, don't get to close! Master chef at work!" 625 shouted. "More like master of the garbage can." 626 tried to match an expression with the remark, but only ended up sticking his tounge out. "He does talk ! " 625 said sarcasticly, ignoring 626's comment. He resumed his sandwich making, 626 mean while discovered the refridgerator. He rummaged through it, looking for something to eat. 626 found a huge cut of meat sitting on a platter, he removed it from the plate it sat upon, and chewed on it.
625 got agrevated when he heard a crunch, he turned arround to see 626 munching on a bone, meat still hung from it. "Could you be any louder?" he asked. 626 crunched down hard, then chewed with his mouth open. "GAUGHH!" 625 grumbled. 626 approached him from behind again, 625 decided to scare him. He turned arround quickly, he hissed and bared his teeth. 626 did what came naturally, he viewed it as an attack, he attacked back.
The two experiments rolled on the floor of the kitchen snarling and hissing. 625 threw several punches 626 shrugged them off as he pulled 625's antenna. 625 tried to keep 626 from grabbing his arms, but 626 was stronger and kept comming. 625 threw his arms over his face to protect it.
Jumba walked in, unaware of the fight. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, when he saw 625 throw a punch, 626 blocked it. He grabbed a pitcher of water from the counter and threw it on the squabbling experiments. 626 immediately rolled away from 625, neither of them liked water thrown upon them. They both stood up and faced Jumba. "Who started that?" he asked. 625 pointed to 626, "He was throwing my sandwiches, and nearly ripped my arm off." he lied. 626 punched him in the arm, Jumba shot him a stare that could bend steel. 626 looked up, an embarased look was on his face, he pulled nervously at the tuft of fur on this light blue chest, "I uh.... something happened, felt like something snapped inside. And I couldn't controll myself." he grinned sheepishly, hoping Jumba would buy that. "626, you were created to distroy, but please not here in the lab." Jumba looked at him. He looked at his watch, It was really late "Time for bed " he stated. 625 paused to get his sandwich then he and 626 trudged off to their room. Jumba followed behind them.
626 laid on his bed, 625 did the same. Jumba turned out the light, "Good night, my little experiments. We have lots of things to do tomorrow so get some sleep." he shut the door on his way out. 626 gazed up at the ceiling, despite the fact he wasn't tired he slowly drifted off into sleep.
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327 couldn't wait, she had butterflies in her stomach. She was ready to leap up and find Jumba, but as she was finalizing somethings on the computer, then Jumba walked into the room. He sat down rather hard on the couch in the corner and it creaked under his weight. He looked completely exausted. 327 grinned. "Don't even think about it, he's sleeping." Jumba groaned. 327 frowned. "Maybe later." he moaned. "When later?" 327 pestered him. "I said later, I mean later." Jumba growled. "It's getting late, and it's time for you to go to bed." he lied.
327 looked up at the clock on the wall, "It's only-" "BED!" Jumba yelled. 327 walked out of the room, leaving Jumba to his computers.
The big alien stood at a pannel, which knobs and switches littered. His white lab coat moved as he raised his arm to check his watch, he muttered something as he moved over to the table of medical instruments. He nervously galnced at each one, he never knew when he'd need to use them. He had a pair of ear muffs on, due to his special way of 'learing' his experiments. This method was his, he had created it.
It has been proved that whenver the body is a sleep or resting, the mind is still able to take in information and store it accordingly. So he took audio files from every language and started simple. Basic launguage skills, baby stuff, then more advanced, then very soon he go to the point of running several of these lessons at once, and the experiments could understand them due to thier procedure of processing the information at astonishing rates. So in effect they could learn most of what they would need to know, basic and advance languages, proper speach, and depending on how long they were down, the basics of mathematics and so on. But 626 had been under alot longer, he had learned advanced physics, meta physics, the black hole theorum and any other audio file he got his large hands on.
The ailen's name was Dr. Jumba Jookiba, he was from the medium, weighted species of the Vlenn. He had graduated from the School of medicine and took a part time job as a Doctor for several years, then pursued a degree in genetics. After several years he broke some of the boundries and advanced genetics farther that any one person in the known universe.
The Vlenn stood approximately five feet tall, average. The species tended to look fat, their thick limbs and stomach looked like they ate all day, but it was evolutionary they had slowly evolved to look like that. Their legs were as thick as tree trunks and boasted excellent muscle power.Thier large heads had four eyes, two primary that saw in regular color, and the secondary pair that acted like a hindsight so to speak. They only had two arms, unlike most of the other species living on Turo now. Power, their history was full of it, not scocially or governmental their power was laid in the huge brains. They soon became the most technically advanced species on Turo, their native planet. Anchient Turian historians tend to argue over who of the two species had been more advanced, the Vlenn or the tall thin creatures known as the Serdials. More evidence pionted to the Vlenn as the primary brains, but several finding have wavered that standing.
Dr. Jumba adjusted the climate controlls, cooling the small room down to a low temperature of 78.5 degreeze, the atmoshpere that was most suitibly fit to bring an experiment through.He looked over at the huge cryogyn capsule that held his latest creation, Experiment number six- hundred and twenty six, he hoped that 626 wouldn't go critical and die on him. Several experiments had died from this.
Critical Cryogyn Syndrome as it was called, it happend when the occupant of the cryo tube was so immersed into his sub-conscious that when was awakened his mind thought it was a dream, the body stopped all functions to try and wake up the mind from reality. When this happened, little could be done to save the occupant, Jumba hoped to God that this would not happen, not to experiment 626, he was too smart for that to happen. He read the alien letters on the clock, ' six more hours' he thought looking at the capsule that held experiment number 626. He walked over to the audio emitter and turned the volume down, this would be his last session.
He sighed, and walked over to the tube, it looked like a leviathan to the two foot alien inside. Jumba grabbed one of the handles that held the capsule shut, he twisted it, a slight hissing noise emitted from inside, frost sped over inside from the rapid change in temperature.
Jumba finished unlocking all the latches on the huge cryo capsule, and swung the lid over, revealing the blue alien inside. Wires and monitoring devices were attached onto 626, most on his large head so that Jumba could monitor high brainwaves and mental stability, the others were medical probes that could make last minute adjustments to 626's genetic code. He carefully removed these wires, being careful so that he didn't mess up the short fur covering 626's body. When he did 626's breathing stuttered several times while his brain took over the breathing from the computer. Jumba carefully picked up the stretcher that the experiment lay on, he carried over to the table in the center of the small white room. He placed a small, heavy blanket over the still alien who's mind was still in hybernation. A look only a mortition could pull off was on the experiement's face, almost like a sad grimmace. Jumba set a timer for five hours and dimmed the light in the lab. He walked out of the room and the automatic door hissed behind him, he was letting Experiment 626 warm up while Jumba took a break for a cold Turian brew.
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Experiemnt 626 was his first and only fighting machine, he decidide to save the best for last. Before 626 he'd had 625 experiments to practice on, only when he felt ready did he create the in-fallible 626. The others were just steps up to this, to glory to fame and hopefully a litle rest, after all he'd been creating experiments for fifteen years now. His funding had been pulled after two years, then the military lost interest.
The small pinkish alien sat at the main computer in the center that controlled all of tha lab that Jumba owned. Experiment # 327, his greatest achievement so far, sat at the compter watching the local news on the mainstream, her big ears were folded against her head, she nervously scraped at the dest on which the computer sat, she too was anticipating the "birth" of the new experiment. 327 was generally mild mannered, respecting Jumba and all his work, but was a wussy when it came time for her to go throught the required training. But when things got rough that didn't stop her from slinking away, she could stand her ground and fight. She also liked to joke alot, usually in compromising sutiations.
Her features were that of all of Jumba's experiments, her pink body had the same features, quad arms, the uppermost being primary. The three small, stuby barbs on her back were tipped with black, as was her nose, and a small white band seperated the pink from the black. She had a light light blue stomach, that color was also arround her eyes. The six inch antena were tipped with a blue-pink hue, fading as it went down. Every other experiment lusted for her company, except 625, that slob would be better off in a garbage incinerator, those were her thoughts. She brought some sort of level of personal pleasure to the experiments, although she never went farther than a breif kiss, it was enough to send them running for more. It was something Jumba couldn't explain, physically or even at the sub-routine examination could reveal.
The room in which the pink alien sat was a fair size, twenty by twenty, and was littered with computer equipment of all shapes and sizes, wires trailed all over the ground, and out of the wall from all the other equipment from arround the lab. The huge, Earth borrowed, Cray XMP2 sat in the corner, it was capable of running at the speed of 4mil revolutions a second making it the fastest copmuter in the galaxy, matched only by the soon to be great experiment 626. The long grey tables were loaded with testing equipment and other ammenities. Bland dark wood linned the wall, stopping at five feet and a sandy colored wall continued up the rest of the way.
The door hissed open, 327 jumped she was so tense, she felt better when Jumba's voice floated across the room "Almost five hours to go, 327" he mumbled to her, knowing her accute ears would pick it up. 327 turned arround to face him with a solomn stare, " You know that you shouldn't sneak up on innocent , unsuspecting experiments" she told him. "Innocent, eh?" he joked. "Must be nervous." Jumba said to himself, 327 of course heard it."What's he going to be like?" she asked, Jumba looked at her "Don't worry 327 you'll see." This just increased her anticipation. 327 slouched back down in the high chair that had been specially built for her. "He's not helping." she grunted.
625, on the other hand, was in the kitchen doing what he did best, making a sandwich. He used some molded over meat and a liqiud labeld 'Test sample 2, DO NOT EAT' he put it on the bread anyway, besides Jumba's experiments could digest anything from his aunt's rice pudding to radioactive isotopes, wich were both equally potent. He hadn't a care in the world, except the liquid spilled on his stomach, he wiped it up with a towel.
625 was also the same as the rest of the experiments, two foot tall, barbs and such. His color scheme was that of aquamarine and a dark blue stomach the same blue color was arround his eyes. Although he had considerably shorter ears that the rest. Jumba swore that 625's stomach bulged slightly, even though they had an ultra high metabolism that burned up access fat, so theroretically they could never get fat, then there was 625.
327 burst into the kitchen saying "Six more hours!" 625 ignored her, he was busy finishing his sanwich. She continued " Only SIX more hours, 625 aren't you anxious?" 625 gave a look like a phirahna had eaten his prized sandwich, "NO," he said, with little enthusiasm, "Have you been drinking Jumba's deodorant again?" he laughed. 327 gave a piercing stare, she though she'd never live that one down, she watched 625 shove a corner of the sandwich into his mouth, 'What a pig' she thought. She got an evil idea after she noticed the bottle marked 'Test sample 2, DO NOT EAT', "Uh, 625 you used Jumba's experiment laxitive on your sandwich," she pionted to the bottle. 625 stopped chewing,and peered into his sandwich, he dropped it and ran to the bathroom. When 327 thought he was gone she let out a laugh "You're so gullible 625" she continued laughing. The bottle actually contained an experimentative synthetic plastique compound that when ignited would burn for hours and couldn't be put out. "Now if only I could get him to eat some fire or something" she mumbled to herself. She really didn't mean that, she and 625 were good friends that tended to joke arround alot.
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625 spent the next two hours waiting in the bathroom, untill he realized what the bottle really contained. His eyebrows almost were fried off his head he was so mad. He'd have to get 327 back in some way. He found his sandwich right where he had dropped it, and went off to find Jumba and 327.
Jumba was in the in the cryo room, he was doing some last second changes. 625 entered the room with an air of royalty arround him, he dind't give a care about the new experiment, he or it was just another thing for Jumba to cherish, and boast about to the other scientists. 625 hated that, Jumba tended to neglect his duties, and not to mention forgetting to get more bread when he went out with the other scientists and gambled such other things Jumba swore he wouldn't understand. He hopped up onto one of the big stools sitting at the corner of the table on which 626 was laying.
Jumba was preparing to pull 626 out of cryo sleep, he'd readied the cameras for complete documentation. The heart beat monitor showed 626's pulse, it was at a steady beat. The air scrubbers hummed from where they sat, high up in the corners. Jumba took to the controll panel, he turned up the oxygen percentage in the small chamber, the increase in oxygen caused 626 to breathe heavier, that was good, breathing heavy in a saturated enviroment oxidized the blood. Jumba brought a thin piece of metal bent like a head band with two wires trailing out of it and placed it arround 626's head. A monitor in the corner showed a white line on a black background, as soon as the band was on 626's head the line began to spike. He slowly walked over to the panel again and slowly turned up a dial on the board, then pushed a red button. The white line on the screen jumped, then returned to normal, Jumba turned the dial up several more notches, then hit the red button. The line spiked again, this time it stayed like that.
The blue experiment opend it's eyes and looked up. His mind started to run through all the memory thet had been placed there. He slowly sat up, Jumba watched, he rubbed his eyes to rid himself of sleep. The silence was eerie, no one spoke a word, 626 just looked arround, taking in all the data from the room. 625 broke the silence "Say something bonehead!" Jumba reached out to stop him, he succeded in knocing 625 off the stool. "That," Jumba said, " ...was 625, the noisy twit, I'm Jumba, Doctor Jumba Jookiba, and you are my experiment, experiment 626, or just 626. Which ever you like." Jumba grinned. "I'm leaving, see you blubber head, have fun with your new toy." 625 mumbled as he walked out from the room. 626 still said nothing, he yawned then tried his speach. "626." The blue experiment grinned, pleased at the sound of his voice, he tried again. "Jumba." The huge scientist let out a small laugh. "You amuse me, 626." Jumba chuckled. 626 froze, a blank expression on his face, Jumba saw this and took a few steps toward the door. "Six, two and six, 25.0199920063936071594091994012458 to the second power. Six hundreds, two tens, six ones. Six hundred twenty six." he blurted out. Jumba grinned. 626 was already showing signs of advanced levels of intelligence.
"What...is 626." the alien on the table asked, as more of a statement though. "626, the number after 625. One more than 625. My six hundred twenty sixth creation." Jumba told him, being as simple as possible before he could analyze 626's memory intake from the 'sessions'. Number 626 though for a second, "No name, no 'Joe', or 'Resnyk', Just 626?" Jumba shook his head, "Nope. Just 626." Jumba watched him look arround. "What's the matter?" "Nothing, you said there were 626 of your creations, And so far there's only been two, where's the rest?" he asked, suprized. Jumba sighed. "It is more complicated than it looks. Of 626 genetic experiments, most were killed off by disease, most weren't mentally right, others just died of old age. There are a total of 30 of my experimetns still alive, most are cryogenicly frozen for later use, but 625, 327 and several others are around, they help me out arround here, except 625 he's too lazy to do anything. Does that answer anything?" The blue experiment nodded.
Jumba performed some tests on 626, most were useless, but none the less he preformed them any way. Routine and procedure, that was what Jumba was all about. 626 just stared into space still thinking about any thing that popped into his mind. Jumba got worried, 626 should be doing something destructive, or maybe he was developing his other personality. He sided with the second excuse. 626 had passed every test he'd done with flying colors. Jumba spoke up "I'll give you a tour of my facilities, if you want" 626 looked at him "Sure, anything to get out of this room" Jumba walked out of the small room, 626 jumped to the floor and staggered arround drunkenly for a few seconds then slowly gained a sense of balance. He followed Jumba out.
Jumba owned arround ten percent of the whole sceintific compound. His lab was composed of six parts, The living quarters were unusually large for a lab, it really only had two bed rooms, the rest were small offices that were made to look like bedrooms. Most were filled with bunks that the other experiments slept on, the more important experiments had their own rooms. Two huge labs filled with all kinds of equipment, computers and such. A restricted access vault held all of Jumba's codes, reasearch files and the documentations of the experiments. A freezer that was filled with all the failed experiments, all frozen for medical purposes and later research. Next to the freezer was the cryo chambers, Jumba strictly forbid 626 to go in there. Jumba's office that was crammed with books, all his writings. The controll room that controlled all of his part of the complex and held all his public records. And a public auditorium that was shared by all the scientists in the compound.
Then Jumba stopped at a door that was just one of the many that linned the hall, this one was just off the main hall, byu the kitchen. "....And here is you room 626," he pushed open the door revealing a ten by ten room with flat grey walls and two beds, boxes were stacked up in the corner, one served as a table. A single bulb was the only thing to light the windowless room. "Oh, by the way, you share this room with 625." Jumba laughed and then shut the door, leaving 626 alone.
626 walked into the dimly lit room "At least it's got a...." he struggled for the right word "Bed, that's it." He did a 360 survey of the room, he turned to his left. Two red lockers he didn't notice bofore stood by the door, one marked 625 and the other 626. He smiled as soon as his brain computed the markings, a locker with his name on it! The next thing he did was bounce on the bed that was made, his light weight allowed him to fly high into the air. After several minutes he stopped, that got boring fast. He left the room and strolled to the kitchen, letting his clawed paw scratch the wall and peel the wood off as he went.
625 was busy at the low counter Jumba had made for his small experiments. He had several jars of liqiud and some bread spread out before him, the descision was so hard to make, should he try something new or not? he wielded the small knife like a delicate instrument, he heard a noise. 626 entered the kitchen and immediately walked over to where 625 was. "Whoa there cretin!, don't get to close! Master chef at work!" 625 shouted. "More like master of the garbage can." 626 tried to match an expression with the remark, but only ended up sticking his tounge out. "He does talk ! " 625 said sarcasticly, ignoring 626's comment. He resumed his sandwich making, 626 mean while discovered the refridgerator. He rummaged through it, looking for something to eat. 626 found a huge cut of meat sitting on a platter, he removed it from the plate it sat upon, and chewed on it.
625 got agrevated when he heard a crunch, he turned arround to see 626 munching on a bone, meat still hung from it. "Could you be any louder?" he asked. 626 crunched down hard, then chewed with his mouth open. "GAUGHH!" 625 grumbled. 626 approached him from behind again, 625 decided to scare him. He turned arround quickly, he hissed and bared his teeth. 626 did what came naturally, he viewed it as an attack, he attacked back.
The two experiments rolled on the floor of the kitchen snarling and hissing. 625 threw several punches 626 shrugged them off as he pulled 625's antenna. 625 tried to keep 626 from grabbing his arms, but 626 was stronger and kept comming. 625 threw his arms over his face to protect it.
Jumba walked in, unaware of the fight. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, when he saw 625 throw a punch, 626 blocked it. He grabbed a pitcher of water from the counter and threw it on the squabbling experiments. 626 immediately rolled away from 625, neither of them liked water thrown upon them. They both stood up and faced Jumba. "Who started that?" he asked. 625 pointed to 626, "He was throwing my sandwiches, and nearly ripped my arm off." he lied. 626 punched him in the arm, Jumba shot him a stare that could bend steel. 626 looked up, an embarased look was on his face, he pulled nervously at the tuft of fur on this light blue chest, "I uh.... something happened, felt like something snapped inside. And I couldn't controll myself." he grinned sheepishly, hoping Jumba would buy that. "626, you were created to distroy, but please not here in the lab." Jumba looked at him. He looked at his watch, It was really late "Time for bed " he stated. 625 paused to get his sandwich then he and 626 trudged off to their room. Jumba followed behind them.
626 laid on his bed, 625 did the same. Jumba turned out the light, "Good night, my little experiments. We have lots of things to do tomorrow so get some sleep." he shut the door on his way out. 626 gazed up at the ceiling, despite the fact he wasn't tired he slowly drifted off into sleep.
*
327 couldn't wait, she had butterflies in her stomach. She was ready to leap up and find Jumba, but as she was finalizing somethings on the computer, then Jumba walked into the room. He sat down rather hard on the couch in the corner and it creaked under his weight. He looked completely exausted. 327 grinned. "Don't even think about it, he's sleeping." Jumba groaned. 327 frowned. "Maybe later." he moaned. "When later?" 327 pestered him. "I said later, I mean later." Jumba growled. "It's getting late, and it's time for you to go to bed." he lied.
327 looked up at the clock on the wall, "It's only-" "BED!" Jumba yelled. 327 walked out of the room, leaving Jumba to his computers.