GALACTIC FEDERATION HEADQUARTERS

The massive Galactic Federation Headquarters senate chambers were filled to capacity by members of every species a part of the vast and diverse Galactic Federation. The hubbub from people of all colors, sizes and shapes died down as a spotlight blazed down on the seat of the Grand Councilwoman as the Grand Councilwoman herself took the stand.

The Grand Councilwoman was a strict and relatively elderly member of the Greys, a tall and thin, grey-skinned species with hoof-like feet and large heads. Dressed in her ceremonial mantle—a pair of tall, swooping shoulder pieces that curved above her head—the Grand Councilwoman's sheer presence spoke of dire consequences to those who did not behave.

Behind the Grand Councilwoman stood Captain Gantu, an extremely large and muscular alien with a gruff, militant personality wearing a black battle shirt and black pants. A male Shaelik, he resembles a bipedal whale with grey skin, sky blue eyes and elephant-like feet, standing 20 feet tall. As Captain of the Galactic Armada, the security of the Galactic Federation fell to him. He stood at attention as the Grand Councilwoman began to speak, her voice projecting across the void of the council chambers without any form of aid.

"Doctor Jumba Jookiba." A spotlight lit up a floating platform that held a single alien in a white labcoat. He was a Kweltiwan of average size for the species, though overweight. Like all Kweltiwans, he is mostly purple-skinned, with dark pink skin on his chest, stomach and under his arms. He has a huge, mostly bald, ovalish head with three black hairs, a wide mouth, a little nose and four yellow eyes. "You stand accused of illegal genetic experimentation." A klaxon sounded as an insectoid barge entered through an airlock on the far end of the chambers, stopping above Dr. Jookiba. "How do you plead?"

Dr. Jookiba responded, speaking with what some would recognize as a Russian accent and surprisingly bad grammar. "Not guilty. My work is only theoretical, completely within legal boundries."

The Grand Councilwoman tilted her chin up at Jumba. "We believe you actually created something."

"Created something, hah!" Dr. Jookiba laughed nervously as the barge began to lower a armored capsule onto a floating platform next to him. "That would be irresponsible, and unethical. I would never, ever..." The armor on the capsule was removed to reveal a small creature, leaving Jumba to finish lamely. "…Make more than one."

Standing at 3 foot 6 inches, the creature was a blue koala/dog-like being wearing an orange jumpsuit. It had light blue patches around its eyes, and a light blue patch running from under its chin down to its stomach. Its fur also had two dark blue markings; one on the back of his head, and the other on his back. On its head were large rabbit-like ears with pink insides and dark blue tips on the back, a wide mouth with a pink inside, white teeth, a navy round nose, large black, tear-shaped, pupil-less eyes, and two long dark blue-tipped retractable bug-like antennae on his head. It had two nose wrinkles, one chin wrinkle, and three tuffs of sharp hair on top of its head. It had a tuff of fur on its chest, as well as two extra, retractable arms and two stubby legs with sharp, navy retractable claws on each front and back paw. On its back were three thick, long, sharp, venomous retractable porcupine-like spines tipped with white and a very dark navy that run down his back. Topping off the ensemble was a stubby tail.

As the creature thrashed in its containment vessel, Captain Gantu leaned forward with a sneer. "What is that monstrosity?"

Dr. Jookiba clasped his hands to his head, aghast. "Monstrosity!?" He gestured at the creature, entering what many would call his 'lecture mode.' "What you see before you, is the first of a new species. I call it, Experiment 626. He is bulletproof, fireproof, and can think faster than super-computer. He can see in the dark, and can move objects three-thousand times his size! His only instinct; to destroy everything he touches!" Jookiba fell over with an insane laugh as the council chamber erupted in horrified gasps.

The Grand Councilwoman was unamused. "So, it is a monster."

Jumba stopped giggling and sat up. "Eh, just a little one."

Captain Gantu waved a hand at Experiment 626 as he addressed the Councilwoman. "It is an affront to nature, it must be destroyed!"

The wise Grey held up a hand placatingly. "Calm yourself Captain Gantu. Perhaps it can be reasoned with." She turned to the experiment as it poked around the inside of its containment vessel.

"Experiment 626, give us some sign of understanding us. Show us that there is something inside of you that is good."

The experiment turned and looked at the Grand Councilwoman. Standing up straight, it cleared its throat. The entire chamber was tense as every being present leaned forward in anticipation.

"Meega Nala Queesta!"

The entire chamber erupted into gasps and retching, the Grand Councilwoman placing a hand daintily against her breastbone in disgust as the experiment cackled maniacly. "Naughty."

Jumba gestured at his experiment in denial. "I didn't teach him that."

Gantu shook a fist at the scientist. "Place that idiot scientist under arrest!" A forcefield trapped said idiot scientist on his platform.

As the platform descended into the bowels of the chamber, Dr. Jookiba yelled in outrage. "I prefer to be called Evil Genius!"

The Grand Councilwomen went on as if the mad scientist hadn't spoken. "And as for that abomination, it is the flawed product of a deranged mind. It has no place among us. Captain Gantu." The Grand Councilwoman turned away, waving dismissively at the rudely gesturing experiment. "Take it away."

Gantu cracked his knuckles, a smug grin on his face. "With pleasure."

PRISON TRANSPORT DURGEN

A massive prison transport coasted almost languidly towards its destination, a fleet of police cruisers escorting it to a desert asteroid. Aboard the ship, Captain Gantu entered the bridge after seeing to Experiment 626's incarceration for the flight personally. Nursing a bite on his finger, he sat in his command chair. "All ahead full."

Sitting back, Gantu regarded his bit finger before leaning forward and addressing the two bridge officers. "Does this, uh, look infected to you?"

Before either could respond, a flashing light began to blink urgently. The flight lieutenant pulled up a status report. "Gunfire, in the cell bay!"

Gantu leaned forward. "Open a channel."

"What's going on down there? Captain, respond!"

The flight lieutenant spun around as her console flashed a red schematic of the ship. "He's loose on deck C!"

Gantu frowned. "Red alert! Seal off the deck!" Grabbing a microphone off the wall, Gantu called security. "Security! Converge on door seven! Deadly force authorized! Fire on sight!"

A few moments later, one of the reptilian security officers responded. "Security to bridge, He's in the ventilation system!"

Gantu looked up as a skittering was heard in the ceiling above him. Pulling out his sidearm, the captain fired several times into the ceiling before turning back to the radio. "He's heading for the power…!" The bridge suddenly went dark as the ship temporarily lost power. "…grid…"

Gantu frowned as the ship shuddered. "What was that?"

The pilot looked up. "I don't think he's on the ship anymore, sir."

The flight lieutenant checked her console. "Confirmed! He's taken a police cruiser."

As one, everyone looked to their left to see the only pursuit cruiser they had blow past the bridge. The pilot sighed. "Yeah, he took the red one."

The chase was a short one, the red cruiser loosing an engine when it pulled an immelman to head back towards the Durgen through the swarm of pursuing police cruisers. As the bridge crew watched the fleet of blue cruisers surround the single red one, the flight lieutenant suddenly gasped in horror as she stared at her sensor readings. "He's engaged his H-Drive!"

Cursing as he realized the implications, Captain Gantu punched the emergency transmitter. "Pursuit commander, that crazy trog is about to make a jump!" The police cruisers scattered to winds, desperate to get to a safe distance before the red cruiser's hyperdrive engaged.

Barely had the last cruiser made it clear when the red cruiser shot forward past the Durgen's bow, the shockwaves taking out the prison transport's engines and power. With a groan, Captain Gantu flopped back in his chair as the emergency power came on, bathing the bridge in red light. "Get me Galactic Control…"

The Grand Councilwoman burst through the doors of Galactic Control, anger clearly visible on her face. "Where is he!?"

A technician spun around in his chair. "Still in hyperspace."

"Where will he exit?"

Another technician began typing at her console. "Calculating now. Quadrant 17, Section 005, Area 51. A planet called E-arth."

The Grand Councilwoman glowered at the screen. "I want an expert on this planet in here now." She looked back at the image of the planet, pointing at a blue expanse with a frown. "What is that?"

A new technician responded. "Water, most of the planet is covered with it."

The Councilwoman looked pensive. "He won't survive in water, his molecular density is too great."

Before anyone could begin celebrating, the technician calculating the red cruiser's trajectory spoke up. "Calculations complete. The cruiser is projected to land on one of the main continents in approximately three hours and forty-two minutes."

The Grand Councilwoman sighed and gently massaged her face. "Of course." She put her hand to her side. "We'll have to gas the planet."

"HOLD IT, HOLD EVERYTHING!" A short, blotchy yellow-skinned alien with one eye, and antenna, and three legs scuttled up to the Grand Councilwoman. "Earth is a protected wildlife preserve. Yes, the indigenous peoples, ninken, produce a biological energy called 'chakra' that allows them to bend the elements to their will, ignore gravity, and basically break physics. Nothing like it can be found anywhere else! The scientific and medical possibilities alone are inconceivable. We've been watching the planet for years."

The Grand Councilwoman kneaded her face in an attempt to stave off a headache. "Am I to assume that you are the expert?"

The alien laughed depreciatively. "Expert, I would hope I'm an expert…" The alien cleared his throat and stood up straight at the Councilwoman's unamused gaze. "Agent Pleakley at your service."

"Can we destroy the continent?"

"NO, crazyhead. The ninken there have the most advanced forms of chakra usage we've seen to date." Pleakley handed the Councilwoman a set of slideshow binoculars. "Everyone everywhere else on the planet have to rely on gemstones to access their chakra. The setbacks to our research would be catastrophic! Besides, every time an asteroid hits the planet, they have to start all over."

The Councilwoman handed Pleakley the binoculars. "Can we just land military forces?"

"Well, that would be a BAD idea! The planet is under quarantine. Do you remember the Irkin Empire?"

The Grand Councilwoman sneered. "Ugh, how could I forget those wretched warmongers. It was a godsend when the Armada vanished and the empire collapsed. What of them?"

"Well, the Irkin landed on Earth's lifeless third continent, only to find that there was a giant chakra monster imprisoned there! The Irkin accidentally let it out when they tried to build a base on top of it."

The Grand Councilwoman looked at the projected image of Earth. "I only see two continents."

Pleakley nodded. "Yes, well, you see the moon?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's what happened to the third continent."

The Grand Councilwoman blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

"Well, somehow, a single man fought the monster and took its power. He then turned the continent into a moon, trapping the monster's body and the Irkin Armada inside."

The Grand Councilwoman looked skeptical. "I…see. And what happened to the man."

"As far as we can tell, he turned it into nine smaller chakra monsters before he died."

"You're joking."

"Nope. As many of our anthropologists can attest, the stronger ninken tend to be not all there, if you know what I mean." Pleakley waggled his eyebrow as he nudged the Grand Councilwoman with an elbow. "Since then, the various fractured tribes have formed several countries who keep going to war with each other thanks to mass paranoia."

The Grand Councilwoman pinched her brow with an aggravated sigh. "I'm somewhat tempted to leave Experiment 626 there. A quiet capture requires a level of understanding we don't possess. Who then, Mr. Pleakley, would you send for his extraction?"

Pleakley thought for a moment. "Does he have a brother? A close grandmother, perhaps?"

The Grand Council woman rolled her eyes. As she turned to leave however, a thought occurred to her.

"Get me a line to Dr. Jumba Jookiba's prison cell."