Hi ya'll! I finally got the guts to write my first fanfic ever! WOOHOOO! :D
First, let's get this disclaimer over with:
Disclaimer: I do not, at least not in this dimension of reality, own the show X-Men: Evolution. I would very much like too, but so do about every other writer on this site.
Then again, what are those people at Marvel gonna do now that the show is cancelled?
DING DONG! Man, I still can't believe they wouldn't bring the show back.
AAARRRRGGGGHHHH! D: I CURSE YOU!
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. I also don't own the storyline for Lilo & Stitch, neither the movie nor the TV show. (Is there anyone besides me who thinks the movie is a WHOLE lot better? Uh, never mind.) That belongs to the crackpots… er, I mean, creative thinkers, that work for Disney. (Seriously, they've killed practically every fairytale in the book. Now there's nothing for companies like DreamWorks to do but make fun of them. MWAHAHAHA… uh, I'll shut up now.)
So there's the disclaimer done. Now, before we start the fic, we kindly ask that you turn off all cell phones and pagers so the readers (that's YOU!) will not be distracted. We also kindly ask that you discard reviews at either the end of the fic or at the end of each chapter at the nearest box that has the words "SUBMIT REVIEW". Thank you and enjoy!
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Chapter 1
GALACTIC FEDERATION HEADQUARTERS
PLANET: TURO
IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY. . .
Within the large, impossibly large hall, all representatives of different planets in the Galactic Federation had been assembled. The reason?
A trial.
Out of the shadows of the platform of the head councilor members, a woman with snowy white hair stepped into the spotlight. The murmuring that had been occurring at the time quickly ceased among the spectators.
"Read the charges," the woman commanded with authority. Behind her stood a taller, burly man with long untamed dark blond hair and nails that served as catlike claws. In his large hairy hands he held a list of charges of the defendant.
"Dr. Eric Lensherr," his voiced boomed, echoing in every corner of the great hall. "Also known as Magneto, Master of magnetism, head scientist of experimentation industry. You stand before the Grand Council with the charge of illegal generic experimentation."
Before the council stood a man with hair as white as that of the Grand Council woman, wearing a typical scientists lab coat. He stood on a platform floating in the middle of the hall (this is one BIG hall). He looked up at the Grand Council woman and her hairy assistant, a expression of anxiety and fear on his face. Though he felt confident in himself that he was not in the wrong, the whole scene was still quite overwhelming.
Suddenly, at the back wall of the hall, a large circular door opened, allowing a ship- yes, a SHIP- to pass through.
"How do you plead?" asked the Grand Council Woman.
"Not guilty!" announced Magneto, his confidence somewhat reviving. "My experiments are only theoretical and completely within legal boundaries!"
As he spoke, the ship came up along side him and hovered above another platform that had been placed beside Magneto's. A large black cylinder with a claw clasping it at it's top came out from underneath the ship and was lowered onto the platform. Magneto did not seem to notice it until it was right next to him.
"We believe you actually… created something," said the Grand Council Woman.
"Created something? But that would be irresponsible and unethical! I would never-"
The black cylinder was lifted, revealing a glass cylinder underneath with a creature inside.
Magneto paused and glanced nervously at it. "-make more than one," he finished.
The creature inside had grabbed everyone's attention and caused the group of spectators to lean in at the same time to get a better look at the creature.
Everyone immediately recognized that it was a mutant, since as soon as the outer cylinder was lifted, the creature popped out its metal claws from which appeared to come from between the knuckles of its hands. It began making snarling noises like a dog, growling, drooling, and baring its teeth.
The mutant was in the form of a man, or from what everyone could see. He was not a very tall man; in fact, it was rather short. Still, he had a very wide chest and overall very buff. He was wearing an orange and black suit with a mask that covered the entire top half of his head. So no one could guarantee that this thing actually looked human.
Upon revealing, the mutant immediately tried to take advantage of the moment and find someway to escape. He began shifting around inside the glass prison, scratching and banging, even knocking his head against the side to tip it over and/or break it. This act caused everyone to recoil back in surprise and terror. The murmuring of the spectators began again, more loudly and frantically than before. The Grand Council Woman looked upon the creature with a sense of disgust. What was that maligned creature?
That was the question on everyone's mind. As it turned out, it was the hairy blond man who posed the question in his own delicate little way.
"What is that monstrosity?" he pondered as he leaned in to inspect it more.
"Monstrosity?!" cried Magneto in offense. "This is the first of a new species." He seemed to forget the entire "not guilty" plea and went into explaining his creation. "I call it… Weapon X. I also refer to it as Wolverine."
The spectators listened to Magneto as they watched "Wolverine" climbing and clambering around inside the cylinder, still searching for a way out.
"He is bullet-proof, fire-proof, and can think faster than a supercomputer. He can see in the dark and lift objects 3,000 times his size. His only purpose: to destroy everything he touches!"
At this point Magneto had broken out into wild laughter, causing himself to fall over on his platform.
"So, it is a monster," the Grand Council Woman finished explaining for him.
"Hey, only a little one," answered Magneto. "Don't diss my monster!"
"That thing is an affront to nature, Grand Councilor Storm," snapped the blond man. "It must be destroyed!"
"Calm yourself, Captain Sabertooth! Perhaps it can be reasoned with," replied Grand Councilor Storm. She turned back to Wolverine, as her attention had been diverted by Captain Sabertooth's outburst.
"Wolverine," she said, "can you show us a sign that you understand any of this?"
Wolverine's attention seemed to be diverted at the time as well, since he was using his claws to follow the air-tight seal between the glass and the cylinder's platform.
"Please," Councilor Storm insisted a bit louder, "show us that there is something inside you that's good."
Finally looking up from the seal, Wolverine stood himself straight up at attention and cleared his throat. Everyone leaned in.
There was a pause. Then, with an evil smile on his face, the mutant performed his "show."
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
There were several gasps of horror that echoed around the room. There were also several sounds of gagging and vomiting in the mix. Everywhere people became sick or passed out. Councilor Storm managed to keep herself together, but could only utter out in complete disgust, "That's…so…NAUGHTY!
Wolverine was laughing his head off at the whole incident.
"I didn't teach him that!" cried Magneto in defense. "I'm not that evil!"
"Place that idiot scientist under arrest!" shouted Sabertooth after he managed to recover from the product of Wolverine's dirty mouth.
A glass cylinder appeared from the platform Magneto was standing on, completely entrapping him. "I prefer to be called "Evil Genius"!" he shout before the platform dropped to the lower levels of the hall.
"As for that abomination," continued Councilor Storm, "it is the flawed product of a deranged mind. It has no place among us. Captain Sabertooth, take him away."
"With pleasure," responded Sabertooth as he cracked his knuckles.
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Wolverine was taken to the dungeon cell of Captain Sabertooth's ship. Sabertooth personally joined the escort to make sure that the "abomination" didn't escape. The security guards (with great difficulty) managed to get Wolverine (heaven knows how) into a body lock (basically a big metal thingy that encloses his entire body except for the head) that hung him upside down (really, how on earth would they get him up there?). The guards had to wear radiation suits to get the job done. Sheesh!
After they got him into the dungeon and into the upside down super secure (or seemingly so) body lock, they stuck a needle in a not very cautious manner into his head and got his blood sample. The vessel containing the sample was placed into one of the cannons that were in the dungeon and both guns immediately pointed at Wolverine. Once everything was set in place, Sabertooth had the nerve to at last taunt him.
"Aw, uncomfortable?" he asked in a mocking tone. "Good! The Grand Council has banished you to a desert asteroid in a distant galaxy. So relax. Enjoy the trip. And don't get any ideas!"
Wolverine merely growled back at him.
"These cannons are locked on your genetic signature," Captain Sabertooth continued, ignoring the mutant's threatening growl, which to him was not really all that threatening since, obviously, the guy was heavily locked up and couldn't hurt him if he tried. "They won't shoot at anyone but you."
He actually dared to point his finger close enough at Wolverine that Wolverine managed to bite it.
"OW! WHY YOU LITTLE-" snapped Sabertooth as he pulled out his blaster to blow Wolverine's head off.
"Uh, excuse me," spoke up Trask, warden of the dungeon cell. "May I remind the captain that his is on duty?" He made sure to take a step just in case the captain might've wanted to blow him up instead for his comment.
Captain Sabertooth growled for a second, still keeping his blaster pointed at Wolverine, then he finally lowered his gun and stormed out of the cell bay, leaving Trask to keep an eye on Weapon X.
He made his way to the command center where he got to sit in his nice, big, commander's chair. In front of him sat Nick Fury and Dr. Risman as navigators. Sabertooth tried to unwind from his little incident with the abomination and inspected his finger. Finally, he turned to Dr. Risman. "Uh, does this… look infected to you?"
After looking at it a moment, Dr. Risman just shrugged and returned to her navigating computer. Sabertooth leaned back in his seat again. "He better not have rabies," he grumbled.
Back in the dungeon cell, Wolverine's mind was racing. He knew he needed a way to get out. But how? How?
He tried to move around (as much as the body lock would permit him) and noticed that wherever he moved, the guns also moved. Then a stroke of genius hit him. He created a large loogey in his mouth and let it dribble down almost to the floor, but still held on to the end of it. The guns responded by following the end of the loogey heading towards the floor. Wolverine quickly slurped it back up, and the guns followed. He chuckled to himself insanely. He found a flaw in security and a way to escape.
Trask had been peacefully playing cards with himself and was not in a pleasant mood when he was interrupted by the noises the captive was making. All this time Trask's back had been turned toward Wolverine, so he did not see the loogey episode. After he finally lost his patience with the disturbance, he turned around to face Wolverine. "Hey, keep it down, will ya?" he snapped.
Wolverine growled back and did not hesitate to put his plan into action. He made another loogey and this time spat it a few feet away from Trask. The cannons immediately fired off.
"Alert! Gun fire in the cell bay!" reported Dr. Risman as an alarm began to go off.
"Seal the bridge! Call in security!" ordered Sabertooth. He couldn't and wouldn't let the abomination get away.
Trask stood terrified against the wall. The cannons were trying to find traces of Wolverine's DNA in the loogey he expectorated and were pointing in his direction. Wolverine had that evil smile on his face again and this time spat a loogey on the security hat Trask was wearing. The cannons prepared to fire and Trask could do nothing but drop his hat and dart out of the way. This time, when the cannons fired, they blew up the walls of the dungeon.
"More gun fire, captain! The dungeon has been blown open and all security systems have been short circuited!" reported Nick Fury.
"We can't let him leave the ship!" shouted Sabertooth.
The body lock burst open, and Wolverine leapt out of it to the floor. He picked two sides of the lock in one motion before the blasts from the cannons hit him. Once he got past the guns, he ran for the door. It was closing fast, but he managed to get there before it closed all the way. With his super strength, he lifted the door, only to be met by more blasts from the security guards in those weird radiation suits. He dodged the gun fire and ran into a nearby vent that was just big enough to fit him.
One of the security guards tried to run over and shoot the blaster into the vent, but Wolverine had already made his way into the system to avoid it. The guard spoke into his radio. "Security to bridge. He's in the ventilation system."
Sabertooth got the message from the guard. In fact, just upon receiving the message, he could hear Wolverine make his way through a part of the ventilation system that passed through the command center. He tried to fire his blaster where he thought Wolverine might've been, but of course, he missed.
"Quick, he's heading for the power-"
Suddenly, all the lights in the ship shut off.
"-grid."
There was a moment of pause, then the ship suddenly shook.
"What was that?" groaned Captain Sabertooth.
"Uh, I don't think he's on the ship anymore, sir," replied Nick Fury in a somewhat nervous tone.
"Confirmed," seconded Dr. Risman. "He's taken a police cruiser."
And just at that moment, Wolverine appeared outside, in space, not only in a police cruiser, but a red police cruiser.
"Yeah," sighed Fury. "He took the red one."
That's right, the red one.
Wolverine had lots of fun in his three seconds of glory, but as you just read, it only lasted about three seconds. Other police ships began firing at him, so he quickly went to work to dodge the ships anyway he could. He led them on in one direction for a few seconds, then made a sudden U-turn and headed straight for the other ships. He loaded the cruisers cannon and began firing at the police ships, causing them to retreat for a few seconds. Dodging, turning, twisting, shooting, Wolverine did it all, so it may come as a surprise to you what happened next.
He was hit.
Nope, it ain't a lie. He was hit.
As soon as he started going down, the police ships swarmed around him. "He's hit!" said one of the officers. "We've got him!"
Well, Wolverine was hit, but he still had one more chance. In the left side of the driver's seat there was a special red handle with glass in front of it. He broke the glass with his hand and pulled on the handle. "Hyper drive activated," said a robotic voice coming from the ship.
"He's activated his H-drive, sir!" cried Dr. Risman.
"Get out of there!" ordered Sabertooth over his communicator to the police officers. "That maniac is going to make a jump to light speed!"
As soon as the officers heard that, they were out in a hurry. "Brake formation! Clear for a hyper jump!"
Just before Wolverine pushed the handle to make the jump, the computer voice said, "Warning: hyper drive malfunction. Do not activate-"
He didn't care. He ignored the warning and made the jump.
In a flash, the red cruiser was gone, along with Weapon X, leaving a blast of energy to give Sabertooth's very large ship a good bashing. After the wave of energy passed, little bolt of electricity frizzled all around the ship. In frustration Sabertooth leaned back in his no longer so comfy commander's chair. He put his hand over his eyes and rubbed it down his face. He finally gave a deep sigh of defeat. "Get me Galactic Control."
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Grand Councilor Storm was really P.O.ed.
"WHERE IS HE?!?!" she shouted as tracking experts worked as fast as they could to find Wolverine.
"He's still in hyperspace," said one scientist.
"Where will he exit?"
"Tracking his coordinates for landing now," replied another scientist. "Quadrant Gama… Sector 17… Section 005… Area 51 (not kidding)… a planet called… Earth."
Councilor Storm saw a picture of the planet on the big screen as the trackers narrowed the place of Wolverine's landing down. She scowled at the picture.
"I want an expert on this planet immediately!" she ordered. She continued to look a the picture. "What is that?" she asked, pointing at the blue part of the planet the ship seemed to be heading towards.
"Water," responded a scientist. "Most of the planet is covered in it."
Councilor Storm was somewhat relieved by this news. "He won't survive in water. His molecular density is too great."
However, to the councilor's horror, as the planet grew bigger and bigger on the screen, a little cluster of islands that seemed to appear out of nowhere… appeared.
"No!" said Storm in disbelief. "It cannot be…"
It had to be. Wolverine's ship stopped right above one of the islands, and a blinking circle around the island indicated that that would be the landing spot of Wolverine's ship. Everyone groaned in despair.
Storm didn't like the order she gave next, but she knew it would have to be done. "We'll have to gas the planet-"
"HOLD IT! Hold everything!" ordered a female voice behind her. Storm turned around and faced a tall, blue skinned woman with red fiery hair and a black leather outfit.
"Earth is a natural wild life preserve," explained the woman. "That's right. We've been using it to rebuild the mosquito population, which may I remind you is an ENDANGERED SPECIES!"
"Am I to presume you are the expert on this planet?" asked Storm in a patronizing tone.
The woman didn't seem all that perturbed by the tone of Storm's remark. "Well," she smirked, "I wouldn't say expert…"
Storm didn't have time for fake humility. She gave the woman a dead serious look. The blue woman stood at attention. "Agent Mystique, planet Earth expert."
"Could we not simply destroy the island?" continued Storm.
"NO crazyhead! There are tons of humanoid life forms on that island that are a big part of the mosquito food chain."
Mystique handed Storm one of those little viewer thingies that little kids like to play with that look like binoculars, you look through them and you push the little lever thing to change the picture. Yeah, you know.
"Are they intelligent?" asked Storm.
"No. But they're very delicate. In fact every time a meteor comes they have to begin life all over again."
Storm finished going through the pictures and handed the binoculars back to Mystique. While Storm had a look of despair on her face, Mystique had a big smile of pride on her's. "Fascinating, isn't it? With this I've been able to research-"
"What if one of our military forces just landed there?"
"Well, let me see… oh yeah, that would be a BAD IDEA! These are extremely simple creatures, miss. A military landing could cause massive mayhem and planet-wide panic!"
"A quiet capture would require an understanding of Wolverine we do not possess! Who then do you suppose should go in to retrieve him, Agent Mystique?"
Mystique thought about it for a moment. "Does he have a brother? Close grandmother, perhaps?"
Storm rolled her eyes. She knew immediately what Mystique was getting at, but poor Mystique didn't know what she was getting herself into.
Without another word, they both headed to the prison bay, Storm in lead and Mystique following somewhat not fully aware of what was going to happen.
"Friendly cousin?" suggested Mystique again as she passed by some mean and extremely ugly looking jail thugs. "Neighbor with a beard?"
They both stepped on a platform that acted as an elevator and they went up to visit a special prisoner.
Magneto sat in his cell, reading about him being sent to jail. He was especially peeved by being called a "idiot scientist." After reading the title several times, he finally lost it, tore it to pieces and ate the pieces. And just as Storm and Mystique reached his cell. Storm did not seem all that disturbed by Magneto's behavior, but it did make Mystique a little nervous as her head sunk into her shoulders while recoiling from the sight of watching Magneto eat paper.
He noticed them only after he had finished eating the paper. When he saw them, he immediately knew what had happened and quietly began to laugh. "He got away?"
"I am sure this comes as no surprise to you, Magneto," noted Storm.
"I designed him to be all but unstoppable," he replied, apparently very pleased with himself.
"And that is why we are sending you for his return," said Storm.
Magneto looked at her in surprise. "What? Me?"
"And in return," she continued, "we are willing to trade your freedom for his capture."
Magneto thought about it for a minute, not sure if he could actually do it. He ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about it. "Weapon X will not come easy. Perhaps a direct hit from a plasma cannon may stun him long enough to-"
"Plasma cannon granted," interrupted Storm, somewhat impatiently. "Do we have a deal, Magneto?"
Magneto smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.
Mystique, on the other hand, wasn't liking this at all. "But it's a delicate planet," she reminded Storm, and on a quieter note added, "Who's gonna control him?"
Storm was finally able to smile a little. "You will."
"Oh, well, thank you… oh, wait, I mean - you're… you're not joking, are you? ARE YOU? OH NO!"
Without another word, Storm walked out of the cell and closed the door behind her, leaving Mystique alone with Magneto. Oh no, thought Mystique woefully.
"So, my slim, blue-skinned friend," said Magneto in a smug tone, "on what poor, pitiful, defenseless planet has my monstrosity been unleashed?"