I'm glad you all liked the last chapter. This one should answer some old questions and raise new ones. Enjoy!

TT, when you said cheesy you were just referring to the Aurum Avenger, right?

Story Weaver 1 and nukerjsr, Ban-Kar and Karnax will never meet, and I think we can all agree that's a good thing.

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Sirens blared and red lights flashed throughout the military base. "Warning. Warning. Intruder has penetrated level 15 and is descending via elevator to Sector X-J-9. All units rendezvous at Sector X-J-9 landing immediately. Repeat, all units rendezvous at Sector X-J-9 immediately!" shouted a computerized voice.

Dozens of heavily armed reptilian guardsmen hustled to the elevator landing, waiting silently as the transport approached. When the light over the door went on and the elevator opened, the soldiers opened fire with their plasma rifles. After blasting the hell out of whatever was in the elevator, they stopped firing to see what they had shot. When the dust cleared, they were surprised to see the elevator was empty. "Where'd he go?" asked one of the soldiers.

Just then, the grille over the air vent above them rattled and fell off. The face of a grinning blue monster in an orange jumpsuit popped out, startling the guards. "Hi!" He dropped from the vent, firing plasma bullets from his four guns as he fell. He took out all the guards before he even hit the ground.

"Excellent job, 626!" crackled a voice from the monster's earpiece. "You are almost there. Do not be letting me down!"

"No problem." 626 prowled through the sector and quickly found what he was looking for. He entered the secret weapons lab, took out the guards and scientists inside, and headed for a computer console. After a bit of quick hacking, he found the top-secret weapon plans he had been sent to retrieve, downloaded them onto a disk, and then set the base's self-destruct sequence just for fun.

"Warning! Warning! Self-destruct sequence has been activated. One minute to self-destruct. All personnel evacuate immediately!" said the computer.

626 knew he didn't have much time, so he crawled into another vent and started for the closest route outside. Following the scent of fresh air, he kicked out a grille and jumped out into the snowy slopes of the mountain the base was located on. He jumped on top of the ventilation grille and started boarding down the mountain with it as the base exploded, triggering an avalanche. After an incredible snowboarding sequence filled with sweet stunts and enemies trying to kill him from other snowboards, snowmobiles, and helicopters, 626 skidded to a stop at the bottom of the mountain and boarded his waiting spaceship just as the avalanche reached him. He quickly took off before he could be buried and exited the planet's atmosphere. "Mission complete!"

The ship shimmered and vanished, along with the backdrop of space, leaving 626 right where he had started, in a holographic training room. In the control room above, Dr. Hamsterviel clapped his hands eagerly from atop his phone-book perch. "Excellent! Excellent!"

"He is meeting your specifications, then?" asked Jumba.

Hamsterviel paused. "Yes…except for one thing."

Uh oh, thought Jumba.

"Earlier in the simulation, he hesitated for a full second before killing a harmless little girl he had taken hostage. If he is the pure evil experiment I ordered, why did he hesitate?"

Jumba grinned weakly and attempted to explain. "You are knowing it is being nearly impossible to create life without a single spark of good in it, it is being against the laws of the universe. Almost no creature can ever be being pure evil, just mostly. Even you are having some miniscule amount of goodness buried in you somewhere." Hamsterviel snorted, but said nothing to disprove Jumba's statement. "While I could not be making 626 totally evil, I have given him a higher evil-to-good ratio than my other experiments through several tests and experimental procedures. I have also been keeping him isolated in this portion of the lab to keep him from socializing with the other experiments, because my studies are indicating loneliness can lead to depression, which leads to hatred, which is inevitably leading to evil. This is suppressing most of his 'good' emotions, leaving only negative ones." Jumba felt a twinge of guilt for doing this to 626, but immediately hid it. "This has been mostly successful, but there is still being a little bit of good surfacing now and then."

"Hmmm…" Hamsterviel mulled that over for a moment. "Very well, but I expect the next one to be even eviler."

Jumba's heart sank. "Yes, of course." He had been hoping 626 would be the one to finally satisfy Hamsterviel. He loved making experiments, but hated putting up with the miniature dictator to do it. It was a shame he needed the money so badly. It was a good thing he was already in the planning stages of 627, and may have found a way to twist whatever bit of good lurked inside it to sadism and evil. Surely that would appeal to Hamsterviel.

"I must attend to business in the little evil geniuses room, then I will be off. You will receive your payment in the mail, same as always." With a swish of his cape, he was off. Jumba wiped away some sweat and headed downstairs to clean 626 off and tell him the bad news.

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Hamsterviel had no trouble finding the bathroom, but he accidentally fell in the toilet before he could do his business and came out sopping wet, unable to dry himself off properly because he was too short to reach the paper towels. Grumbling, he exited the bathroom, dripping water on the floor as he headed back to his ship. On the way he had the misfortune of running into a certain green experiment with an elephant snout, a brush for a tail, and a certain fondness for cleaning. 010 took one look at Hamsterviel, cried "Dirty!" happily and fired his cleaning laser at the doctor.

Hamsterviel yelped as the laser zapped past him and backed away. "What do you think you are doing, you lame-brained insignificant little-"

"Dirty!" 010 fired his laser again.

This one nearly hit Hamsterviel's foot. A little nervous, he said, "I order you to stop shooting at me immediate-"

"Dirty!"

This next laser passed between his ears, just a millimeter from his cranium. It was then that Hamsterviel realized it would probably be for the best if he stopped ordering and started running. He scurried away, followed closely by 010, who was firing laser bursts more rapidly.

The chase took the two into the deepest and least inhabited section of the lab, where 411 and 412 set up their disreputable brothel, and where a great evil lay slumbering. Hamsterviel turned a corner and found himself confronted with a dead end hallway ending in a door that was quite evidently held shut by numerous locks and chains. "Oh no!"

010 came into the hallway, and Hamsterviel closed his eyes and cowered, expecting the next thing he felt to be burning laser death. He was surprised when nothing happened. He opened his eyes a crack and saw 010 was staring at the door at the end of the hallway. Somewhere deep inside the experiment's microscopic brain was something that had been drilled into him since his first day: never, EVER enter or even go near the locked door in the lab's basement, on pain of reprogramming and possible destruction. 010 turned and ran away.

Hamsterviel recovered his confidence. "You had better run, you mindless disgusting cleaner you! If I ever catch you, I'll skin your fur off and use it for a carpet!" Satisfied, he turned away to inspect the door. Curious to see what Jumba might be hiding, Hamsterviel cut off the locks and chains with a laser pen and tried opening it. It had rusted shut long ago from disuse. He shrugged and used his laser pen again to cut a hole in the door more than large enough to accommodate him, then entered the chamber.

He immediately sneezed due to all the dust in the room, eliciting a groan from the room's other sole occupant. Hamsterviel looked around. There, in a transparent dome lit by a flickering light, was a white monkey, weak and malnourished from years of imprisonment. "Help me…"

Hamsterviel blinked. "Who are you? Are you an experiment?"

"…Yes." Said the monkey after a weary pause.

"What is your number?" asked the doctor suspiciously.

"…Number?"

"Yes, what number are you? There are six hundred and twenty six experiments in this lab, all made by Doctor Jumba Jookiba. Which one are you?"

The monkey looked surprised. He hadn't known there were other experiments. "I am being the first."

Hamsterviel was surprised. "The first? But that would make you 001, and Jookiba said that one died in a tragic accident right after its creation! Why would he have lied to me?" he wondered to himself.

"Please…release me. I have been down here for so long…I will be doing anything to get out!" said 001 desperately.

Hamsterviel was interested. "Anything?"

"Anything!"

"Very well. If I release you, you must agree to be my servant."

"Of course, just be letting me out of here already!"

Hamsterviel used his laser pen to cut a large hole out of the dome. He pushed it in with a shove. 001 crawled out through the hole and bowed, an eerie expression on his face. "Thank you…" Without warning, he lunged for the rodent's throat.

The instant he touched Hamsterviel's fur, he was thrown across the room by a huge blast of black lightning. He roared in pain and lunged at Hamsterviel again. Startled, the doctor raised a hand and another bolt of lightning struck 001, slamming him into the wall. As the monkey groaned and got back to his feet, Hamsterviel stared in disbelief at his hand, which was still crackling with electricity. He could not see it, but his eye color was switching from red to blue and back again. The doctor was just as surprised by this new power as 001.

"Who are you, that is holding this power over me?" the monkey snarled.

"I-I am Doctor Jacques van Hamsterviel."

001 froze. "Hamsterviel?" He took a step back, looking horrified. "D-did you say…Hamsterviel?"

Hamsterviel nodded. "Yes, that is my name."

There was a silence. Then 001 dashed for the door, slipping past Hamsterviel and through the hole made by the laser. "Hey! Hey, where do you think you are going, you filthy albino primate? Come back here! I'm not done with you!" He ran after 001.

001 rushed over to an air vent, wrenched off its cover, and crawled inside. Hamsterviel smirked as he saw this. "Silly fool! You can't get away from me that easily, navigating through dark, narrow spaces is instinctive child's play for a hamster-like Rodentian such as myself!" He crawled into the vent, his small sensitive nose already picking up the monkey's trail. He started following it.

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001 paused at an intersection in the ductworks, listening carefully for the sounds of little rodent claws scratching against the metal floor. There was nothing. He sighed in relief and continued traveling at a slightly more leisurely pace. He noticed scents wafting through the ventilation system, scents of beings possessing great power, greater than any being he had seen in the mortal realm. He paused occasionally to peek through grills and look at the numerous experiments wandering about the laboratory, practically drooling at the strength he could obtain from their blood. The blood of the weakest experiment would allow him to return to full power in no time, and he could only dream what he could obtain from the blood of the strongest. Just as he had resolved to drop out of the vents onto a pair of experiments with an exceptionally high power level, one a pink beauty with long antenna, the other a fat, lazy male with a sandwich, another scent caught his attention. "Jookiba," he hissed. The idiot who had summoned him and bound him in this loathsome form was nearby, and with him was an experiment just as strong, if not stronger, than the ones below! He quickly followed the scent, locating a vent overlooking a bathroom where Jumba, now older and less hairy, was trying to clean up the reluctant 626.

"Why do I have to take a bath?" he complained.

"No bath is meaning you are becoming stinky. If you are being stinky, I'll visit you less and you won't get to play in the holo simulator as much any more," Jumba explained.

"Aww…" the experiment whined as Jumba started pushing him into a tub.

It was at that moment 001 dropped from the ceiling vent, startling both inventor and creation. "Hello, Jookiba. It has been a long time."

Jumba gasped. "You!"

Stitch, relieved for an excuse not to bathe, jumped out of the tub. "Who's this guy?"

Deciding not to delve into too much detail, the genius said, "He is being 001, my first experiment and one of my greatest failures!"

Stitch looked over the monkey's matted fur and protruding ribs and snorted. "He doesn't look so tough. Bet I could take him."

As 001 advanced, 626's comment gave Jumba a brilliant idea. "Perhaps you could. 001, let us be striking a bargain. Before you kill me for trapping you in that body, locking you in the basement and not feeding you for over twenty years, why not test yourself against my greatest creation 626? It would be a thrilling match-up, the first experiment versus the last experiment! It is being sort of poetic, yes?"

001 considered. "What do I get if I win?"

"You can kill all of us," Jumba lied. "But if you are losing, it's back to the basement with you!"

001 nodded. "Very well. I accept."

"Hey, what about me? What do I get if I win?" asked 626.

"Eh, I will think about letting you skip bath today."

"Awesome!"

Jumba clasped his hands together. "Good, now that that is being settled, you two go and fight in the simulator. Is much bigger than this small bathroom."

"Okay. Follow me!" 626 led 001 out of the room.

Jumba chuckled and rubbed his palms evilly. "Heheh! Now, while 001 is being distracted, I can finish my latest invention, which is sure to be putting him out of the way once and for all!" He rushed off.

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626 and 001 faced off inside the simulator room. "So, you ready to lose?" asked 626.

001 scoffed. "There is being more to me than meets the eye. I cannot be defeated!"

"Yeah, we'll see about that. Computer, activate simulation Beta Omega!"

"Processing." The room shimmered, and suddenly they were on a large platform moving through space along a glowing rail.

001 looked around in confusion. "What is this?"

"What you've never seen a hologram before? Relax, it's just for show. None of it is real. Now, let's get this over with!"

The two glared at each other for a moment. Then a star went nova in the background, signaling them to fight. They charged at one another as the battle began.

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Several minutes later, Jumba entered the simulator room. The hologram had been forced to shut down due to heavy damage inflicted on the walls and imaging projectors. 626 had the struggling 001 pinned to the ground by the neck amidst a great deal of rubble. The monkey looked virtually unharmed, but 626 had several cuts, a few pieces bitten out of his ear, and his secondary right arm was hanging on by a thread. The experiment was relieved to see his creator. "What took you so long?" he asked.

"Eh, 149 and 150 stole integral parts for new invention. I had to track them down before I was coming here." He was now wearing a large metal backpack with a glass globe at the top, a slot on the bottom, and a vacuum hose. "Are you being all right?"

"Oh yeah, just peachy." That's when his damaged arm fell off. They stared at it. "Uh, you can fix that right?"

"Oh sure, is nothing. You should have been seeing 625 after 586 digested him this one time!" He tossed 626 a small orb. "Here, this plasma explosive should help."

626 pressed a button on the orb with his remaining secondary arm, and shoved it down 001's throat. He then got up and half-stumbled, half-ran away as the bomb exploded, splattering the monkey into smithereens. Bits of white hair, bone, and blood rained all over the place. 626 picked a bit of finger out of his hair and tossed it away in disgust. "Ew. Is he dead yet?"

"No, 001 is immortal, but it is being possible to stun him for a while. Just long enough for me to be testing my latest invention!" He turned on the hose and started sucking up all the pieces of 001 lying about, containing them in the sphere on his backpack. When it was filled to maximum capacity, he took off the pack and pressed a button. There was a flash of light, and a small black marble replaced all the gore. It fell through a hole at the bottom of the sphere and out of the slot into Jumba's palm. "Ah ha! It is working just as I predicted!"

"What did it do?" asked 626.

"This is my newest invention, the flash-dehydrator! It is having the power to freeze-dry any object into a tiny, easily transportable pod that can be reactivated by hydration. As long as this pod is kept dry, we will never be seeing 001 again!" Jumba said proudly.

"That's brilliant!" said a familiar voice. Jumba and 626 turned around to see Hamsterviel walk into the room. "Why didn't you tell me about this contraption earlier?"

Jumba blinked. "Hamsterviel? I thought you were leaving."

"Oh, um, I got lost and ended up back here. And I was just in time to see 626 fight that rabid monkey! It was incredible! Too bad all the simulator's recording devices were destroyed in the battle, or you would be able to see how well your creation faired. But that doesn't matter, I've changed my mind! Forget 627, 626 is the perfect weapon! I'll take him, and all the other experiments you've made for me, fulfilling our contract. Oh, and I'd like that dehydrator too. With it, I can transport an entire army in my pocket and release them in a public area whenever I choose!"

Jumba was wary. "Eh, I don't know. Dehydrator is unfinished, still has some bugs-"

"I'll pay double."

Jumba was tempted, but shook it off. "No, is too dangerous."

"Triple!"

Jumba fought down the urge to say yes. "I really don't think-"

"Quadruple!"

626 walked over to the Dehydrator. "Hey Hamsterwheel, if you want this thing so much, why not take a closer look at it?"

Hamsterviel bristled. "It's HAMSTERVIEL! HAMSTERVIEL, you moronic blue-" 626 turned on the hose. Hamsterviel screamed as he was sucked up and crammed into the glass globe. "Wh-what do you think you are doing? Let me out immediately!"

"626, what are you doing?" asked Jumba as 626 was about to press the activation button.

"Dehydrating Hamsterviel."

Jumba frowned. "626, while the thought does appeal to me, we are needing his money. How can I support all of my experiments without him?"

"Look, I know you hate working for this guy. And I don't want to have to work for him either. I think we'd both be happier if he was somewhere out of the way. There's gotta be a promising investor somewhere out there who's better than this guy, and until you find him you can just dehydrate the rest of your experiments to cut back on bills."

Jumba thought about that for a moment. "You are making good points. Okay, dehydrate him."

"YOU WILL ALL PAY FOR THIS!" Hamsterviel screamed as 626 pressed the button. Nothing happened. He frowned and pressed it several more times. The Dehydrator started shaking and spewing sparks.

626 blinked. "That doesn't look good."

"I said there were still bugs in it! Run!" Jumba ran for the exit. 626 grabbed his severed arm and followed him. They closed the door shut just as the Dehydrator exploded in a surprisingly large blast, shaking the lab. Jumba waited a few minutes, opened the door a crack, and looked in. He saw nothing but smoke and debris. "I think he is dead."

"Good."

Jumba closed the door. "Well, now that that is being over with, let's reattach your arm and finish that bath."

Stitch blinked. "I thought you said you'd think about letting me skip the bath if I won the fight!" he protested.

"I did think about it. And I have decided that you are still taking bath."

Stitch's ears drooped. "Blitznag." Jumba laughed evilly.

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"And that is being the story of 626's first encounter with 001," Jumba concluded. "And before you are asking, I am not knowing how Hamsterviel repelled 001 or survived the explosion, so that's all there is." Everyone stared at him. "What?"

"Well, it's just…there wasn't really much fighting in it," said Lilo.

"So?"

"So…this was supposed to be the story of Stitch's first big fight with 001, but you skipped over the fighting part!" Lilo said.

Jumba frowned. "I was busy finishing Dehydrator. And recorders were broken during the fight, so I am not knowing what happened."

Stitch said something in Turian. Angel translated. "He says that he gave you a blow-by-blow account of the fight while you were fixing his arm. Why couldn't you tell us that?"

Jumba started sweating. "Eh heh, I forgot?" Everyone stared at him. "All right, I was being lazy! I will tell you rest of story some other time, what we really need to do be doing now is focusing on stopping evil god in experiment body!"

"Okay, how are we going to do that?" asked Pleakley, who was still naked.

Jumba leaned back in his chair. "001 has undoubtedly increased his power by feasting on the island's wildlife. As such, it is being unfeasible to simply stun and dehydrate him again. No, we must be getting rid of him once and for all." He turned around and started messing with his chemistry set. "We cannot banish Karnax as long as he is remaining in 001's body, but that is being easily remedied. Tricky part is banishing spell. I think I can be finding most of the ingredients around house, but we are still needing a wizard, an apprentice, a songstress and a warrior." He rubbed his chin in thought. "624 and 626 can play the part of songstress and warrior, and I can be wizard, so we are still needing an apprentice."

He turned to look at his three prospects, Pleakley, Holly, and Lilo. "Due to their complex genetic makeup, attempting to teach an experiment magic would result in a horrendous explosion that would be killing us all. Therefore, 411 is out of the question." Holly sulked at this. "So, there is only being one obvious choice for my apprentice. Lilo, how would you be liking to learn how to master the secrets of evil magic?"

"Rock-a-hula, that'd be great!" said Lilo excitedly.

"Hey wait, what about me?" asked Pleakley angrily.

Jumba blinked. "Eh? Oh, you. You are out of the question as well."

"Why?"

"You are being Plorginarian."

Pleakley was furious. "Oh, so you won't let me be your apprentice because you're racist?!"

"No, I am not letting you be my apprentice because Plorginarians are being naturally resistant to magic. Teaching you would be like making a brick wall tap-dance, is completely impossible," Jumba explained.

Pleakley blinked. "Oh."

"Besides, you are clumsy and stupid. Even if you did have magical aptitude, teaching you would no doubt be causing explosion twice as big as one from teaching experiment!"

"Hey!"

Ignoring Pleakley, Jumba turned to Angel. "624, are you still having Dagger of Ophis?"

"It's in my dressing room, why?"

"Part of spell is requiring a piercing metal object that is already enchanted. I am not having time to make new enchanted object, so yours will have to do."

Angel nodded. "Okay. Stitch and I will go get it." The two experiments quickly headed for the cruiser.

Jumba pressed a few buttons on his computer and handed it to Lilo. "Little Girl, these are instructions on how to make bow and arrow. I am needing you to go outside and make one from sticks and string, and leave them out in moonlight for ten minutes."

"Okay." Lilo took the computer and went outside.

Jumba turned to Holly next. "411, I am needing you to go downstairs and make more popcorn. I am very hungry and will be needing my strength for the coming battle." She nodded and headed downstairs. "Oh, and Pleakley?"

"Yes?" said Pleakley, hoping he could still be of assistance to the great genius.

"Put some clothes on."

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And that ends chapter 9. Sorry for gypping you guys on the fight, but I didn't know what to do for it. I'm not giving you any clues to Hamsterviel's weird power, so figure it out for yourself. (Which is pretty much impossible.) See you next time and please review!