Kyle jerked out of a sound sleep. He grabbed a snow scrapper off of the dashboard of his van and pointed it at the intruder. Shauni froze in place with her hand on the radio's volume knob. Kyle sighed and dropped the scrapper. "Don't wake me out of a sound sleep. I almost killed my roommate the last time he did that." Shauni crawled down the engine shroud. "Soka." Shauni walked over to the back of the van. Kyle sat up and reached down for the handle near the base of the driver's seat. Kyle pulled it sending the seat flying up making a grinding sound as the gears bound up. The reclining seat flew up and smacked Kyle in the back of the head. "Hngg." Kyle looked at the clock on the dashboard. Six o'clock in the morning. Kyle rubbed his head, opened the driver side door and got out of his van. Kyle stood on his tiptoes as he stretched his arms out. "Oh I'm getting that feeling again… paranoia." Kyle leaned his head into his van. Shauni was going through a crate filled with letters and envelopes. "Hey, get out of my…" Kyle felt a sharp pain in his butt "…Butt!" Shauni looked at Kyle with a confused look. Kyle placed his hand where he felt the pain and found something stabbing him. He pulled it out and brought it up to his face. It was a syringe. His vision slowly slid out focus and the ambient sounds faded into silence.
Kyle slowly awoke. He opened his eyes and found himself floating in a take of a yellow fluid. Kyle brought his hand s to his face quickly finding a mask covering his nose and mouth with a hose and various wires leading from the mask to the top of the tank. A voice spoke in his ear. "Ahh you're awake." Kyle swam to the glass surface that contained him in his liquid prison. He wasn't sure where he was. There were computers and control consoles lined up all against the walls. He looked along the floor and found a small being. Kyle tried to figure out who it was. His vision was skewed from the glass's cylindrical shape. He swam to the back of the tank and the objects formed into recognizable shapes. It was dr. Hamsterviel. "Do you remember it? This place? It's where you were created. You were trained twenty yards from here" Kyle looked around the room. None of it seemed any of the least bit familiar. Kyle glanced to a tank next to him. There was something in it. It was green. It was… "Shauni!" Kyle punched the glass pathetically trying to get out of the tank. A cloud of red began to emanate from his fist. "I would be more careful if I were you. He fluid you are sitting in will keep you from developing an infection but once it mixes with your blood it will burn." Kyle's fist felt like he had placed it in a wood stove. He grabbed his fist and tried to cover the wound.
Hamsterviel walked over to one of the control consoles and pressed a button. A hole opened at the bottom of the tank Kyle was in like a shudder on a camera. Kyle and the fluid contained in the tanks spun down the hole spilling out onto the floor. The fluid spilled into a drain leaving Kyle lying on the floor. He pulled the mask off and pulled out of his ear what looked like a small headphone. The cold surface of the metal floor made him realize something. "Where are my clothes?" Hamsterviel pressed a few more buttons and a mechanical claw flew down from the air dropping some clothes on the floor next to Kyle. "Get dressed. We will begin your training." Hamsterviel walked out of the room and two massive doors closed behind him. Kyle picked up the clothes. They looked like the camouflage the army used during the Vietnam War. It had the typical colors but the patches had been bled into each other around the edges. Kyle put them on. They fit perfectly. Kyle looked up to the tank with Shauni in it. He ran over to the console that Hamsterviel had used to dump the tank he had been held in. he knelt down and looked at the console. It was pretty simple. There was a digital readout in the shape of the cylinder. Inside the cylinder it showed the contents if there were any, as well as vital signs. The one on the right was flashing red and said, "Empty" on it in Turian. The one on the right was green and said, "Project Beta" on it. There was a heart rate and she seemed to be breathing from what the readout told him. Kyle touched the image of the tank and a menu appeared with a list of commands for the tank. He dragged his finger down the menu and stopped at "Purge". The tank immediately emptied out onto the floor leaving Shauni's limp body on the ground. Kyle walked over and picked her up. Her damp fur left a water stain on his camouflage. The doors behind him made a hissing sound. "It is very interesting." Kyle turned around to find dr. Hamsterviel. "Both of you are totally unaware of you're intended purposes, but so far you have both naturally shown signs of them."
Jumba sat in his ship reviewing plans of older experiments and thinking of designing newer experiments. A beeping sound emanated from the ship's sound system and a voice stated: "Incoming communications from the Grand Counsel Woman of the Galactic Federation." Jumba looked around quickly and then threw the plans he had off of his console to find a blinking red button. He pressed it and the screen in front of him came to life with a flash. "Jumba I have…" the Grand Counsel Woman glanced at the plans scattered about the floor. "What were you doing?" Jumba fidgeted with a tool in his hands and kicked a few of the designs on the floor away from him. "Me? Uh… I was just uh… cataloging experiments captured by little girl." The Grand Counsel Woman squinted "Indeed." Her face relaxed. "I called to tell you that Dr. Hamsterviel has escaped again. But this time we believe he hasn't headed towards earth." Jumba scratched his head. "Then why be calling me." The grand counsel woman looked away for a moment and then looked back at Jumba. "Normally we would have sent a search crew or a bounty hunter out to find him but that was if we knew how he had escaped. None of our ships had been taken from the prison's fleet. So we believe he stowed away on a ship that was scheduled to leave that day. Most of the ships are garbage haulers or supply transports. But one particular ship stuck out as a more likely vessel to be chosen." The Grand Counsel Woman's picture shrunk down to the bottom left corner of the screen and in the upper right of the screen a three dimensional model of a transport appeared. To the left of the picture was the weight and mechanical aspects of the ship. Below the picture was a read out of the cargo expected to be on the ship. "After an informant told us about strange activities involving Dr, Hamsterviel we decided to do a little investigation. He decided to send a crew to investigate his old laboratory. The crew aboard this ship was sent to this lab and came back reporting nothing strange." The Grand Counsel Woman's picture expanded to take up the entire screen. "I have reason to believe that he stowed away on this ship, and waited to leave. Unfortunately I am unable to send another ship without proof that he is there. Soo.." Jumba stood up strait. "You would be liking me to go there and look at it myself." The Grand Counsel Woman nodded. "I figured with your experience working with him you might be more capable of searching for him and finding evidence or any criminal activities involving genetic research." Jumba turned around and grabbed his plasma rifle from a locked closet in his ship. "However there are a few terms you must agree with." Jumba turned back towards the screen. "You were originally arrested for illegal genetic experimentation. You have to have your word that you wont use the laboratory to do…" The Grand Counsel Woman looked at all the papers scattered on the floor. "… any further experimentation."