A/N- Hi, bere with me people, first Lilo and Stitch fan fict, I promise it gets much better!
She knew this was her only chance, so she had decided to take it. This was what she had been preparing for, for years. Now, on this one night, she knew it would be her only opportunity, an opportunity that would not come around again for months, years even.
After the dinner ceremony, (at which she didn't even listen to the priests taking about how great their leader was), she went back with her little hut that resided next to a mountain that was near what was supposed to be her manor.
After her father died, he left all his wealth to her Darkum, her mother-that-did-not-go-though-the-birthing-passage. It was much to her dismay that he did not leave her anything. So, her Darkum and her four daughters lived in the manor, and she, the half-breed would reside in the mud hut.
She remembered the first time they met, her Darkum and her. Her father introduced them, and her Darkum hated her, even before her father told her that his only daughter was only part Cartkenese her species. Her real mother was a human, from the planet Earth in the Oran Galaxy.
Ever since then, she had lived there, in that tiny hut.
She had been saving up for a transporter for the past six years; since she had turned eleven she had been working odd jobs, which was very difficult, considering not many people would let her work because she was a female and a half-breed.
She had it hidden in the small cave that was near her hut. The transporter was pretty big, but no one ever went into the cave, so she had nothing to worry about.
She backed up the vehicle as silently as she could. It was dark outside, and it was going to get even darker still. When she pulled it out as far as it could go, she went into her hut and got everything she needed.
That included as much food as she could find, a couple sets of clothing that she had made herself, and something called a photo, (which is like a person at one time being frozen, she herself was confused when she thought of what they are,) of her mother.
She stopped for a moment and gazed at the picture. As her father lay dying in his deathbed, he had given it to her, telling her to never lose it; it was his most prized possession. She gave him her word, and she had always kept it.
Her mother was laughing at something, in the picture. Her two rows of perfectly white teeth lit up her whole face. She was sitting on something, maybe a large rock, with her legs curled up to her chest. Her head was tilted backwards, the light glistening in her hair. Her auburn wavy hair curled at the ends and gently ran down her back and her green eyes danced under the curls. Her clothes were very bizarre; she couldn't believe how much skin she was showing. On Cartken, if a female barred any skin other then her face, she would be killed on the spot.
She herself could almost pass for human. She was tall, but average, and she was also thin and slender. She would be able to too, her eyes were exactly like her mother's, piecing and green, unlike a normal Cartken, there's were very oblong a pupiless. She, like the rest of the planet, had longer foreheads with a hairline that came to a V on them. Her straight jet-black hair was very long and rested at the base of her back. But the only real difference between her and her mother was their skin color. While everybody else on Cartken was a deep shade of blue, she was a very light blue, and her mother was a creamy white. That's how the Cartkans knew she wasn't one hundred percent Cartkenese.
She kissed the photo and put it back into her sack. She grabbed the keys that turned the transporter on and let the hut. She opened the side panel and stepped inside. The ship was fairly small, room enough for one person, maybe two, with a storage room in the back and a piloting room in the front. She was a very smart girl, and after only a week of studies knew how to pilot the small aircraft.
Tonight was her only opportunity to escape because it was the festival of their leader. It was twenty years ago that he had overthrown the democratic government and set up his dictatorship rule of the planet.
It was the only day of the year that everybody was not required to work, which would include the guards that were on air patrol that night. No one would ever see her either; they had all gone back to Maylar's dome to celebrate even more, even after the giant dinner feast.
She placed her bag of belongings under the piloting chair and after she had sat down she turned on the engine with her oddly shaped keys. The aircraft made a loud rumbling sound, about to take off. She flicked on all the switches next to the circular steering wheel, turning on the ship completely. A female monotonic voice came on over the speakers.
"Please type in your destination," it commanded of her.
She pulled out a keyboard from underneath the steering wheel and typed in: DESTINATION EARTH: ORAN GALAXY. The computer beeped a few times, accepting the message.
When the beeping stopped, the transporter started to lift off the ground as she pushed the keyboard back in and started to take control of the steering wheel.
"Prepare to leave Cartken atmosphere is twenty seconds," the computer informed her.
A large wave of nervosa flashed throughout her body and settled in a pit in her stomach. She was in deep fear the she would be caught and be put to death, or worse.
"Prepare to leave Cartken atmosphere in ten seconds."
The transporter kept rising in altitude; she was so high up she could feel her ears popping simultaneously. Not only was it rising, it kept accelerating as it gained height.
"Prepare to leave Cartken atmosphere in five-"
Her heart was racing, this was the moment she had been dreaming about, this was the moment she has been waiting for her whole life.
"Four."
Her sweaty palms stuck to the steering wheel and her slender fingers gripped it tighter.
"Three."
She stopped all movement as her heart rate kept increasing.
"Two."
She closed her eyes as the ship went through a thick blanket of dark fear-provoking clouds.
"One. Now fully out of Cartken atmosphere."
Her breathing completely ceased. The computer beeped loudly, telling her what it had just confirmed, she was out. The beeping continued as she opened her slim eyes. All she saw forever was endless darkness with silver shimmers signifying the occasional star or planet.
She exhaled and sat back in her chair, "I'm free," she let out.
She was tired; she had been piloting the ship for almost two hour, three at the most. She stood up from the chair. "Auto-pilot, on," she said aloud. The computer beeped in response and did the action it was told.
She sighed and pulled ou a small blanket from her traveling sack and sat back down in the pilot's chair again. She reclined it back and pulled her body in a fetal position and threw the blanket still figure.
She awoke with a start; the ships alarms kept sounding off. She quickly thrust the blanket off her body and sat up straight in the once reclined chair. Looking ahead, she could see Earth in the distance. It was just as her father had described, all green and blue, it was truly beautiful. But, she knew coming in contact with her goal was not the purpose for the ships alarms.
Suddenly, she heard an explosion from the back of the ship, and a loud beeping sound, a sound that only meant that someone was trying to contact her from another ship. She whipped her head around, and saw that smoke was emitting from the back engine.
She gritted her teeth angrily; that ship was very expensive when she had bought it, she was not going to take to kindly to the person who had done the damage. She pushed the communicator button to open up a channel with whoever wished to speak with her.
"What is it?" She asked the blank screen impatiently, waiting for someone to answer her.
The monitor was fuzzy for a few moments, but then a large face appeared.
"Well, hello there, my little she-demon," a man with deep blue skin, a baldhead, and a dark black goatee smiled evilly at her.
She gasped and backed her head away from the small screen. "Don't call me that you bastard," She spat irately at him. Her heart was racing, her mind was screaming out the question of how they discovered her so quickly.
She looked up at the time teller that was placed above her head; it was morning now in Cartken. Every soldier was back on duty; the day of rest was over. She looked out of her side window; she counted two battle ships on either side of her. All this for a fugitive, a female one at that? She knew he had pulled some strings, just so he could have her back.
"Tut, tut, my dear, is that any way to talk to your future husband?" He spoke assuredly.
She whipped back her head and looked at the screen again, "I wouldn't marry you even if you held a plasma blaster to my head."
He shook his head, "My, my, such a big temper for such a small half-breed," He ignored her as she swore at him again. "Oh," he said enticingly, "I see that you have taken off your robe, and now I can see your beautiful flesh." The last two words slithered wickedly off his tongue.
She looked down to see what she was wearing. It was just a mere red dress that she had made herself that only exposed her neck and arms.
"Your point being? We are no longer on Cartken, its rules do not apply here." She responded.
"While that may be, I still reserve the right to kill you for it and not be punished." A cynical smile crept across his greasy face.
"You're a monster!" She cried out at him while her fists curled into two balls of fury.
"Oh, thank you for the lovely complement, my dear, but you need to chose," He admired his hands for a moment before looking back to the screen.
"My offer still stands, half-breed, either marry me, or be blown to thousands of delectable little pieces, your choice."
She gritted her teeth again, then a small plan quickly formed in her mind. She smiled fakely as she responded. "Can I have just a moment to think it over? Pleeese?" She responded in what she perceived to be her sweetest voice.
He raised his eyebrows but said, "Take all the time in the Quadrant, I'm in no hurry," He grinned maliciously and folded his hands behind his head and reclined his chair backwards.
She gave him another purely fake smile and turned off the monitor. She took in a slow deep breath and slowly let it out as she looked out the window in front of her. Earth is so perfect, so serene compared to Cartken, she though, I need to be there.
"Computer," it beeped in response.
"Calculate chances of survival by attempting to enter Earth atmosphere also in avoidance of Cartkenese battle machinery."
There was a pause then, "Chances of survival are 1 in 26,892."
She ran her fingers through her long black hair, "Those are good enough for me."
She looked around the control panel, searching for he speed increaser lever, she was going to Earth, whether she was alive to admire it or not. She would go down with a fight.
She set up a request to talk with him, and just in a few moments, his egotistical head popped up on the viewscreen. "Ah, you have chosen so soon? I barely had time to see what flower arrangement would go best with the wedding robe I'm picturing you in." He said deviously.
She bit her tongue, but responded calmly, "Yes, well, I have indeed chosen a life with you instead of a terrible death that would otherwise await for me."
A brief look of surprise flickered across his face, but instantly returned to calm, collect mode. He stroked his goatee before stating, "Pity, I so was going to enjoy creating your demise. But, I knew that I was eventually going to get you in the battlefield or in the bedroom."
She so wanted to break that greasy smile off his face, but resisted the urge. "But darling, if we were to wed, could you at least to your ships to lower their weapons? They are starting to frighten me," she lowered her head and batted her eyes at him flirtingly.
He paused for a moment, staring deeply into her green eyes with all his concentration, completely in a trance. He snapped his fingers, giving the command to his ships to lower their weapons.
She waited a few moments, then she put her hand on the speed-increasing lever, " You may be the captain of the entire Cartken air fleet," she said, "but you are the most idiotic, gullible, self-centered pig I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. Good bye, my moronic fiancée."
And with all the power she could muster, she pulled down the lever and instantly started speeding towards Earth at top speed.
"Why you little witch of a half-breed!" He roared into her screen, " I WILL have you!" He turned his head around to his crew and screamed, "Fire at her! Turn on the weaponry and fire to KILL! NOW!"
He turned to face her again, "Have fun dying, my cursed angel!"
Her speed kept increasing, faster and faster still. Earth was growing larger in front of her eyes.
"Prepare to enter Earth atmosphere in twenty seconds," her computer said.
Suddenly, the entire front part of her transporter had exploded, a direct hit from one of the ships. Fire blew in her face and severely burned her arm, she screeched in pain.
"You son of a bitch!" She kicked the monitor in and broke the glass, ending the transmission instantly.
The pain in her arm was intense, almost unbearable. She looked at her controls; they were also burned very badly.
"Prepare to enter Earth atmosphere in 5 seconds," a muffled version of the computer informed her.
She screamed again as she was thrown from her seat against the wall of the small ship, the direct result of another blast from his warship. She felt her leg snap in half underneath her and she continued to shriek in pain.
"Two," There was a pause as tears of pain rained down her burned face.
"One," The computer beeped, "Now in Earth atmosphere."
She struggled to stand, and all she saw was an impending mass of water coming towards her, but her vision was starting to fade at a rapid rate. It dawned on her suddenly; she was going to die, no matter what she did.
She collapsed back on the ground and whispered, "I'm sorry, mother," before she passed out from the pain of her injuries.
A/N Hiya, hoped you liked it, if not, everything will get explained later... Review please!