Okay, I'm working on how I portray Tortured Artist's characters so they seem more like how he wants them. 405 I think I've got the hang of, but 564 and 525 (who didn't speak in the last chapter for a good reason) I'm not so sure about. My apologies to Tortured Artist. Oh, and those three experiments won't be in this chapter. But they will be in the next one...a lot more than in the last one I might add. Anywho, on a more positive note, I will explain (sorta) the ending of the last chapter in this one! That and if anything in this chapter seems kinda suspicious that there's something else going on behind the scenes of the Galactic Federation's government, that's just coincidence. Anywho, on to the chapter!!!
636 took a look around. There were several lights and sensors that detect movement, but no patrol drones. Carefully, he angled some shots, destroying enough lights to give him cover, but not enough to attract attention. As soon as that was over, he slipped into a shadow, arriving on the other side of the room. He dashed into a hallway, only to hide behind a support beam. Two drones walked past and were quickly taken out without any alarm being raised. "Man, this is too easy." he muttered to himself, heading to the next room in the factory. Several drones resembling miniature mechs walked past him. One turned an saw nothing. It then continued on with it's route. Sighing, 636 slipped back out of the shadow he had used as cover. "Too close." he muttered under his breath, almost wishing he had something more than just silenced plasma. They were effective against one or two, but were weak and if used repeatedly, would over heat him and leave him defenseless. He rushed on to the next shadowed area, avoiding detection fairly easily, despite the fact that an experiment rushing around from shadow to shadow would normally be obvious. Finally, he reached the last room, a shadowy expanse in which a plushy protected by a small mech waited for him. It saw him before he saw it however, and had launched a dozen mini-stingers (heat seeking rockets) before he realized it was there. But the sound of the stingers being launched attracted his attention, and he slipped into a shadow a split second before the missiles made contact with the ground where he was standing. He came out of another shadow behind the plushy and blasted it, only to get attacked again by the mech. Without thinking, without even knowing he could do that even, he combined a Shadow Merger, a plasma blast, and his Twilight abilities using the thing Jumba had been so proud of: the enhancing power system. He stood blinking at the robot as it was hit, being slowly disintegrated by the Twilight Merger. Jumba pressed a button and all the lights that weren't destroyed came on at full.
"Congratulations 636. You are the having the highest score on this course out of all experiments who are the being the having stealth abilities." Jumba said, beaming. Standing next to him was the Grand Councilwoman, who had been watching as well.
"636. Your skills are much more than I could have previously thought capable from an experiment. I expect to see you for an interview tomorrow. Your skills are of great importance to the Federation." she said, surprising Jumba and 636.
Syler was pacing around, trying to figure out why 650 seemed so familiar to him. He kept thinking that somehow his lint was possessing an experiment, but he knew that that was about as likely as Lilo announcing that her and Keoni were a couple. Another thought kept recurring as well, and this one held more water and was more likely. 'Nah, it can't be him.' he kept muttering, even though in reality, it was.
"Wait...how would you know what it's like to be tried by the full Council?" Mediator asked after a few minutes.
"I got in trouble for something that really wasn't my fault." 650 responded coolly. "It didn't help that I was pretty much an idiot at the time and offended everyone. That one robot that threw up some bolts fell off of the balcony later I think."
"What did you say?" Lilo asked, beginning to get the same suspicion that Syler kept trying to ignore.
"Meega nala queesta." 650 responded, raising an eyebrow.
"I can see why the robot threw up." Mediator said.
"Yeah...later, when they were taking me to an asteroid...I escaped in a red police cruiser." 650 continued. Immediately, many images floated to Lilo's memory about Stitch and a red police cruiser, the most prominent being when he first arrived on Earth.
"What happened then?" Lilo asked, cutting Syler off.
"Crash landed on a blue and green planet...the name escapes me right now, but I met some friendly locals...and then the rest is a blur...oh wait, there was an incident with a miniature replica of a city on that planet." 650 explained with a somewhat familiar grin.
"San Francisco?" Lilo asked. Syler looked up and Mediator looked at 650.
"Yeah...I think that's what it's name was...Lilo never exactly told me." the experiment said. Suddenly, a light went off in everyone's head.
'Hold up...it can't be.' Syler thought.
Lilo just stared at the experiment, who was at one time her best friend. "Stitch?"
Well, if you don't know who 650 is, you're either slow or high right now. In either case, I wish you luck recovering. After all, the name is there, the incidents are there, the facts, the figures...I came just this close to giving away the answer away immediately. Anywho, I don't need to tell you who it is, so good luck if you don't know...Also, I'm doing an experiment bio once every two chapters. Next time: 645. The time after that: who knows. Please review!