As usual the disclaimers. Matt, Akira, Rick, Commander Silvia, Emperor Hamsterviel and Kala are my creations. Lilo and Stitch belong to Disney. Nullspace is MY idea. Chris and his friends are separate ideas used with Delta Operators permission. The original C.I.S and the Assasin droids are property of Lucas Arts. Argus PMC and Displace International are the property of Ubisoft.

Chapter Two

Crash Site

Alaska

Chris walked into the clearing that the ship had crashed in. The smoke had stopped ages ago but he'd simply followed the row of crushed and uprooted trees that the ship had made tearing through the forest. The engine he could see had been clogged by parts of his Apache's tail and was burnt out. He walked up to what looked like a cargo door. A scanner orb folded out of a hatch above the control console and bathed him in red light.

"Scanning…...Registered Displace Inter-Dimensional Mercenary. Access denied." The orb retracted back inside the door.

"Denied! Hey don't make me blow your metal ass open!" Chris swore, kicking the door and putting a deep dent in it. As he was coming up with a plan to open the door, the console overloaded and erupted in a shower of sparks and the door opened. So Chris walked in, rifle at ready and looked around.

Inside, the cargo hold was a shambles. Red warning lights rotated in the ceiling and gave off the only lights. Chris noted a damage report on a wall computer displaying notes on laser damage. "Looks like they didn't have a smooth time getting here. Helloo whats this doohicky?" Chris said noting V-627's time pod. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the ship computer made an announcement "Medical teams requested in En…Engineering, Rec room and B…b…bridge. Please follow the lit pa…pa…paths." Stuttered the malfunctioning computer.

Chris headed for the bridge. When he got there, he saw that the doors were jammed open. He raised his Battle Rifle, crept in and saw two shapes on the floor. One looked like Angel except for the red fur and the other looked like a normal 19 year old kid. He'd been wearing glasses that were lying broken next to him. The only thing that gave him away as out of the ordinary was the weapon in his waist holster.

Matt gave a moan as he began to wake up. Chris stood over him and pointed his gun just in case which is why Matt opened his eyes and found himself staring up a gun barrel. Matt looked at Chris and grinned. "Hi. You know it's rude to point guns at people."

Chris allowed Matt to get up but continued to point his gun. "It's worse to ram someone's chopper outta the sky. Who the hell are you?"

Matt ignored Chris as he'd spotted Kala. "Kala, oh smeg." He ran up to the red furred experiment that Chris had seen and made her comfortable. "She's ok. Computer, what's the status of everyone else."

Chris tried to get Matt's attention. "Hey buddy I'm talkin to you." Matt turned to Chris "I'll be with you in a minute er…"

Chris answered "Call signs Reaper." Using his call sign.

The computer interrupted "Crew members have regained consciousness and are headed for the bridge." Matt sagged with relief and said "They're ok." He turned to Chris "What's your problem?" Chris explained what had happened to his chopper, leaving out his dream.

"Ohhh...ya I'm really sorry about that but I need to check on the others." Matt said turning and heading toward the Bridge's door. Chris who was now extremely mad walked up behind Matt and tapped him on the shoulder.

"What do you want no- Omf." Matt never finished, as he turned to face Chris, he saw his gloved fist headed for his face. The lighting blow sent Matt flying through the air and out of the bridge. He slid on the corridor that led to the bridge and slammed into the bulkhead.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR." Matt yelled at Chris who was calmly walking up to him. Ignoring Kala who was clinging to his back and pounding on his head.

"Payback ya prick, knocking me outa the air and talking like it was nothing, your lucky that I'm not kicking your ass up and down this corridor." Chris said pulling a vial out of one of the pouches on his web vest. "Inject this, It'll fix yer face." Chris said dropping the vial and a syringe component on Matt's lap.

"What's this." Matt said eyeing the previous mentioned items while holding his bleeding and broken nose.

"Bacta, in your case its a face fixer. Now will you take it already, you making a mess of your self." Chris said looking at Matt's now slightly bloody shirt and very bloody hands and face.

"Your fault." Matt said fumbling with the vial and syringe component.

"You had it coming." Chris said toying with the small scope on his rifle.

"Nice landing, Matt." Said a voice. Matt finished injecting himself and saw Rick and Akira coming round the corner. Matt got up and pointed at Chris "You can blame GI Joe over there. His chopper was the thing we hit."

"You probably wouldn't have hit me if you were a more competent pilot." Chris said, not liking the GI Joe comment.

"Hey! I am a competent pilot, you were just too slow to get out of the way!" Matt shot back.

"Dumbass pilot!" Chris retorted.

"Smeghead Joe!" Matt yelled back.

Akira looked at Chris for a moment then looked at Matt. "At least you two are getting along." Matt was surprised by this. "Did you hit your head? He almost broke my nose." Matt picked up a shard of lighting glass and saw in his reflection that apart from some dried blood under his nose, that there was no sign of any punch. "Smegging hell." Was all he could say.

"Computer? Where's Lilo and Stitch?" he said quietly so Chris couldn't hear "Crew members Lilo Pelekai and Stitch Pelekai are taking a alternate route to the bridge due to structural damage."

"Yo, Reaper." Said Matt "If you need to make a call the backup comm. stations over there." He pointed to a room next to the bridge.

Chris nodded and stomped off to the comm. station, still angry about everything. Inside the room at the end on the wall was a large computer screen and in front of it was a keyboard. Chris examined the computer, the computer screen was covered in a language he couldn't translate and the keyboard itself had a hundred buttons or more. Chris sighed with irritation and spoke into his radio, not bothering to learn how to use the overly complicated computer.

"Hey Porkchop can you patch me through to General Silva, I got urgent news for him." Chris asked his military advisor.

"Sure thing, just wait a sec." Todd replied.

After a minute Chris heard General Silva's grating voice. "What is it merc, I haven't got time to deal with your crap today. I've got a load of paper work to go through and you're the last thing I want to hear." General Silva said, sounding very annoyed.

"Sir there's been a...incident here in Alaska." Chris said holding back an insult.

"Besides that expensive attack helicopter you crashed ." Silva spat.

Chris thought a moment, thinking that Silva probably wont believe him if he told him the truth so he altered the truth.

"Well while I was scouting the area my Apache was hit by a ship of unknown origin, I crashed but made it out okay but the ship had also crashed. I'm investigating the crash site and found survivors on board, a English teenager and several Experiments, all are in okay shape as far as I can tell." Chris said as Silva took in the information.

"What of the ship?" Silva asked.

"Its a time ship sir, a better one than the piece of crap in my garage." Chris said looking at the computer with its strange language and all the techno stuff on the walls

"Okay, listen here son. I got 3 Ospreys headed toward your location from the Alaskan air base, they'll pick you up, the survivors and the ship and will bring ya'll back to Kauai. Understand? General Silva asked.

"Understood General, I better get paid extra for this." Chris said.

"Yes, I know, I'll add a couple thousand more to your contract fee, now get going." Silva said ending the comm. link. Chris sighed and left the room.

Chris came out to see Stitch of all people and a yellow experiment talking in Hawaiian to Matt. "Stitch? Whatta you doing here?" Said Chris. Stitch asked to Matt "Is that him?" Matt nodded. Lilo walked up to Chris and said "Hi."

"Black Alert. 3 U.S. military aircraft are approaching this location." Said the computer. Matt and his friends all turned to look at Chris while the computer continued "Armed personnel have been detected. Security turrets are in need of repairs. Stand by to repel boarders."

Matt practically leapt at Chris and pressed him to the wall and pointed his plasma magnum at his throat. "You merc creep. Selling us out to some of the Emperors lackeys are you?"

Chris just stared at him before snatching the weapon from Matt's hand and pushing him away. "You idiot. I don't know what you're ranting about. They're here to help you out." Chris said throwing the gun to Matt's feet. "They got here in record time too."

Matt stepped back and picked up and holstered his gun, looking embarrassed "Erm…Sorry about that." There were the sounds of running footsteps.

Matt whispered to Chris "Don't tell them about Lilo."

"Lilo!" Chris said sounding confused.

Several Marines in full combat gear came around the corner "Am I glad you're here…" "FREEZE!" Yelled one of the Marines and half a dozen laser sight dots appeared on Matt's chest. "Ah. Going to help us were they Reaper?"

"Oops, well...the good general can be a bit heavy handed when giving out orders." Said Chris as Handcuffs were put on the crew. Stitch looked ready to break out but Matt shook his head. Matt turned to Chris as a Marine salvage crew were seen on a monitor, fiddling with the pod in the bay.

Empire Control Base

Location: Ceres Asteroid (Cloaked)

Dimension: DO-902

Commander Silvia looked at the group of Humans, splitters and Droids in the entry lounge and turned to address the face of Emperor Hamsterviel. "Why do we need mercs to find the Traveler and his timeship, sir?"

"Because you stupid person, the traveler will not be expecting it and YOU have to get ready to take over this dimension for me." Retorted Hamsterviel. Silvia looked at a personnel manifest on her desk and said. "Don't worry sir, I'll deal with this dimensions militaries."

Hamsterviel smirked and said "Like you dealt with the capture of the traveler? Get this right or I will be making your life a hell." Hamsterviel cut the link. Silvia sighed and summoned the first group of Mercs, a group of 5 HK class assassin droids.

The droids were black and skeletal in appearance and they had boxy like heads with glowing red slits for eyes. Each one was carrying a large plasma cannon or a rocket launcher.

The droids came in, saw Silvia and began to talk to each other quietly. Eventually one of them came forward.

"Formal Greeting: Greetings, commander. I am HK-63 and I am speaking for my group who are currently employed by Argus PMC. I understand from our invitation you are having trouble with a meatbag known as the traveler."

Silvia got straight to the point "The Emperor wants this guy alive and undamaged. The rest of his crew are to be dealt with as seen fit, understand?"

"Question: What will be our payment?" said HK-63.

Silvia handed the droid a datapad. "Payment will be 1,000,000 credits in the currency of your choice, upon delivery. This pad is tuned to the timeships emergency beacon. If you're in the correct dimension it'll lead you straight to them." The droids walked out and Silvia felt a pang of pity for the traveler. HK droids never stopped and never missed. HK-63's group was the deadliest of Argus PMC and had yet to fail a contract…

On board HK-63's timeship…

The ship sailed silently out of the bases docking bay and began to glow green as its Null-drive charged. On board, the pilot called HK-59 turned to HK-63 and said "What is our destination?" HK-63 had almost finished processing a good dimension to begin the search when the datapad began to beep. "Hold dimensional position and head for earth…"

End of chapter two

As usual, R&R my story please.

Delta Operator: Everyone here raise your hands if ya'll think Matt has a few screws loose!