Well, here it is ladies and Gentlemen. Chapter 1 of my crossover story. Hope you like it... wonders if anybody can guess what it crosses with. If you can let me know in a review. If you can't? Review anyway. I love reviewers...
Middleton Space Center. Midnight. 72 hrs to contact.
James Possible looked at the readouts on his computer. There was something coming, but it wasn't a meteorite or asteroid. It was headed for them, but it kept changing course, making corrections to avoid stellar anomalies. It was moving like a ship. He didn't want to say that out loud to anyone however. The idea that a ship could be incoming at this speed, with this much mass, and was headed straight for Earth's atmosphere? That would ring bells in all the wrong places. What's more, if the trajectory didn't change again, it was headed straight for Middleton Airspace.
"Time to call them." James said as he picked up the phone, dialing out to one of his peers, "Lestial, is that you?"
"Possible? It's… the middle of the night, why are you waking me up?" Dr. C. Lestial said, his voice groggy.
"Chris, if I woke you up, it's only because you fell asleep in your lab, now activate your satellite links and key them in to the coordinates I'm sending to your system. I need you to double check my findings, oh, and Chris? Pray I'm wrong." James said, his voice a little off.
"Alright Possible, but I can count the number of times you've been wrong with half a hand…" James heard the click of keys as his friend went to work.
"Come on Chris…it should be…" James mumbled into the phone.
"Oh my God…" Dr. C. Lestial cut him off. "James… if these readings are right…and…" He quickly double checked everything his colleague had sent him… "And scarily enough, they are… there is a ship the size of a small city heading for Middleton Airspace."
"That's what I was afraid you'd say, we're going to have to wake up the Pentagon, the President, and panic half the world." James shook his head, "And what's worse, if I know my daughter, she'll want to be the first one on scene."
"She can handle it James, remember the time she helped me retrieve that meteorite fragment after that…Demented? Demento? What was it?" Dr. C. Lestial shook his head, realized James couldn't see and just sighed.
"Dementor, but she knows what she's dealing with there… here…it could be anything…I figure we have three days if the speed of this thing stays constant."
"Three days?" James heard keys again, "From the distance, size… my god James, this thing is moving faster than anything we're capable of…almost… This ship is moving too fast… if it hits earth atmosphere…"
"Taken that into account… I'm gambling that any being capable of constructing a ship of that size and capable of reaching the speed its showing… is smart enough to know it will have to slow down before it reaches Earth atmosphere… if not… well, we don't stand a chance anyway." James' voice sounded flat.
"Fatalistic thinking my friend… unfortunately, accurate, we don't have any weapons that could destroy a craft of that size in space, and if we break it into pieces, its still heading for earth, and still moving to fast… So? Ideas…" C. Lestial asked, his fingers working again at the keys.
"Make the proper calls, explain the situation, wait, and pray."
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Washington DC. Pentagon. 8:00 A.M. 64 hrs to contact
"No sir Mr. President, I don't have any idea what it is…" General Doyen spoke into the red phone, "Yes, we are preparing for an invasion force, and we will be prepared for that eventuality, however, from what Dr.'s Possible and Lestial say, the size of the craft and the speed at which it is traveling, should it enter Earth's atmosphere it won't matter, the resulting shockwave would essentially place us in the dark ages."
He waved at an aide and wrote a note while the President spoke in his ear.
"Get Betty Director on the phone, I want to speak with her as soon as this call is done. GJ is designed for the specific purpose of handling the unusual."
"Yes Mr. President, we're doing everything in our power, we've even prepared for a nuclear strike while it's still in transit, however, without knowing what their purpose is…" He went silent as the President ranted in his ear.
"You understand of course Mr. President, if their purpose is peaceful, and we engage in a preemptive strike that we would be the ones declaring war on a superior race with interstellar transit capability? Based on this we can also assume they have advanced weapons capability as well…" General Doyen nodded and wiped his brow. "Yes Sir, until we have more information all we can do is wait this out…thank you sir… I'll inform you the moment we know something." He hung up the phone and then looked for his aid, who handed him a cell.
"Betty?" General Doyen said once he had the phone to his ear.
"I've told you General, it's Dr. Director. I assume this has to do with the alien craft headed for Middleton?" Dr. Director said.
"That's right, I want to know what you're planning, how we can help and what I should tell the President, who I might add has been on the phone with me for the past hour, and he is not happy." General Doyen said, his voice betraying the obvious strain.
"My plans? Right now, there is only one course of action. Wait. I have three separate infiltration forces ready assuming we aren't destroyed as soon as they enter our atmosphere. I also have every advanced weapon, death-ray, and doomsday device we've ever confiscated from every super villain we've ever faced being prepped and ready to fire at the slightest sign of hostility." He heard her moving around her office. "I'm also calling in a specialist who is very… talented at finding ways to do the impossible."
"Who is this specialist?" General Doyen was suspicious.
"Don't worry General, I'm perfectly capable of hiring competent operatives. I've been training this one for the past couple years to take my place as head of Global Justice." Dr. Director sighed, "I just wish she'd take it into consideration herself, but she prefers the field."
"Very well Dr. Director, I'll leave it in your hands…and I'll try to assure the President that every thing is under control." General Doyen sighed, "And Betty, I'll be thinking of you."
"You too Caesar. Be safe." They disconnected
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Global Justice Headquarters, 12:00 PM, 60 hrs to contact.
"Miss Possible." Dr. Director stood with her back to the teen as she watched the screens feeding her information on the incoming ship, "I'm glad you came, while we do have three teams prepared for infiltration, and a plan incase they're hostile, what we need is someone who's adept at handling the unexpected and adapting to changing circumstances. We have no way of knowing what they'll do, or what they want… so we need someone they won't be able to anticipate."
"I'll be glad to do anything I can to help Dr. Director, but I'm not really sure what that'll be." Kim said.
"Kim, people are theorizing that survival of this encounter is impossible." Dr. Director said.
Kim smiled, that word always brought out her Kimness, "Check…My…Name…"
"Glad you're in. We'll provide you with anything we can possibly conceive you may need. Life support, transport, weapons, would provide you with a translator, however, we have no way of knowing what the case will be with their language, the plan is simple, assuming they don't destroy us with a sonic disruption, we'll give them time to make contact so we can establish their intentions… if they are peaceful, thank god, if they are hostile, we have plans in position. If the time passes and they don't make contact, we'll send you in first, we'll try covertly but…"
"Advanced race, probably see me coming a mile a way. I understand Dr. Director…" Kim smiled, this was starting to sound exciting.
"Right, we'll also provide Wade with access to our systems and a higher powered transmitter, and receiver for you so he'll be able to communicate with you. However, the level of support he'll be able to provide… will be limited."
"No big, Dr. Director, we work well together." Kim smiled, "What about Ron?"
"We know you're usually a two man team, but the transport we have available will only provide for one, we're of course assuming they stop in the outer atmosphere, if they land, which we're not sure how they could considering the size of the ship… you'll be on your own for this one."
"Understood, I want Ron at ground base then. With you, and Wade." Kim said.
"Already making preparations." Dr. Director smiled. "Glad to have you aboard Miss Possible."
"Glad to be here Dr. Director." Kim smiled.
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Drakken's Lair, 8:00 PM 52 hrs till contact.
"SHEGO!" Drakken was working in his lab, his eyes glued to his computer screen.
"What is it Dr. D." Shego sat her usual place, a lounge chair, filing her nails through her gloves.
"There is an alien craft headed for Middleton, Global Justice and the government are preparing for its arrival in our air space…"
"And let me guess, you want to get there first and use it to take over the world…"
"YES! AND THIS TIME NOT EVEN KIM POSSIBLE WILL BE ABLE TO STOP US!" Drakken screamed as he started to design a way to beat Global Justice to the ship.
"Oh boy." Shego said as she continued to file her nails.
"You'll have to go alone to the ship Shego, think you can handle it?" Drakken said as he turned to the hovercraft.
"You know me Dr. D. Nothing I can't handle." Shego lit her fist on fire and smiled as the plasma bathed her face in an eerie green light.
"Good, from the few Global Justice communications I've intercepted we don't have long. They're planning to send Kim Possible in first… if they don't hear from the visitors, that is…I want you there before her." Drakken pulled a panel off the hover craft and started to solder circuits, preparing the craft for orbital flight.
"What do you have in mind Dr. D?" Shego said.
"You'll see Shego…you'll see…" Drakken laughed.
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Possible Home. Midnight, 48 hrs to contact.
"James, are you sure Kimmie can handle this?" Mrs. Dr. Possible hugged her husband as they sat in the living room.
"Honestly honey, I'm not sure any of us are ready, but… Anything is possible for a Possible." James said, smiling a bit.
"You mean anything is possible for Kim Possible." Anne said, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Kimmie-Cub will be just fine; she's got all of Global Justice and the top scientist in the world behind her. She'll be safer than we will." He smiled.
"You really think the ship will stop in the outer orbit, that it won't use the sonic disturbance to wipe us out?" She asked worried.
"I think so, but I can't be sure." He sighed, "All we can do is hope. What worries me, is with the size of the ship, it'll be visible from orbit. Everyone will see it. So no spin will be available, come next week, everyone will know we're not alone."
"It'll be ok, Mom, Dad." Kim walked down the stairs, her white and blue battle suit on.
"Kimmie? You're not set to go out for a few days now…" James said looking at her.
"You should be sleeping." Anne said.
"I couldn't sleep, thinking about it. So I decided to do some training… I have GJ coming to pick me up… they've got a zero-g room that I can use." Kim smiled.
"And the battle-suit?" James asked.
"It's what I'll be wearing on the ship, it looks like a uniform and provides me the most adaptability." Kim smiled. "They're also going to provide a life support system."
"You're ready for this then?" James said, walking toward her.
"You know me dad, I can do anything." They hugged as they heard the Global Justice craft landing outside. "See you guys at Mission Control come zero hour."
"See you there Kimmie-Cub, we love you." James said.
"Good luck, Bubble-butt." Anne kissed her forehead.
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Global Justice Training Room, 2:00 AM 46 hrs to contact.
Kim was standing on the ceiling, using the magnetic grips in her battle suit's boots to provide grip. She was working on her orientation, adapting to the fact that down was relative in zero gravity. She jumped off the ceiling, spinning in the air and landing on the floor in an upright position. She kicked off the floor and launched her self at a wall, this time activating her magnets to stop her ricochet. Smiling she walked down the wall and stepped onto the floor again, still using the magnets.
"Activate the assault drones… time for some combat training…" She spoke and Dr. Director complied from the observation deck.
Twelve spherical drones flew from all sides of the room, using there own electromagnets for propulsion and three hundred and sixty degrees of mobility. A few attempted to ram her while others launched low level laser bolts at her. She jumped again, her natural acrobatics amplified a hundred times in negative gravity. She leapt easily over the assault and landed on the ceiling before launching herself at a drone, she activated her shield in mid flight to deflect the oncoming laser fire and dropped it as she grabbed the drone, throwing it hard at its brother. The two collided and shut down.
She caught a third as her battle suit's glove became a Jai Alai scoop and she launched it rapidly. It ricocheted around as the others tried to avoid or blow it off its collision course. Kim smiled as she kicked and punched any that remained.
"Fighting in zero gravity… a lot easier than expected… less resistance too." Kim smiled as she settled on the ground and engaged the magnets to keep her there. "Alright Dr. Director, you can reestablish the gravity now…" As the gravity came back Kim smiled, then Will Du walked in wearing magnetic boots.
"Time for physical sparring Miss Possible." Dr. Director's voice announced, then gravity left again.
"Will, I'm sorry." Kim said as she leapt into the air, flipping to land on the ceiling, Will leapt up after her.
"For what Possible?" He swung a fist at her.
Kim just smiled. She ricocheted off the ceiling and landed a crushing punch to Will's jaw. When Will woke up an hour later, he realized his mistake in following her; double the momentum, double the force. The first words out of his mouth were. "Oh, for that."
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Drakken's Lair. 6:00 AM, 42 hrs till Contact.
"Alright Shego, this is the plan. Once the craft is an hour out, we'll launch you. You should reach the craft 15 minutes after its arrival. That should give you plenty of time to infiltrate before Possible can arrive." Drakken was still working on the hover craft but he had stopped long enough to plan out the attack.
"You really think what you have for me will be able to take on these aliens?" Shego looked doubtful.
"What I have is basic life support equipment, oxidation mask so you won't be encumbered by a heavy air tank, and pressure suit to let you survive in a vacuum if necessary, I even made it in your colors and with a filter to vent your plasma, the boots have magnetic capability, so you can provide yourself an anchor in zero gravity. There is also a jet pack for in case you have to move fast." Drakken listed the items off.
"And the hovercraft?" She looked at what he'd done.
"Refitted with a closed and pressurized cabin, you'll need to maintain the suit and breather to survive in space, but you'll have gravity within the ship until you reach the craft and break the cabin to get out. The thrusters are stolen directly from Middleton Space Center, and provide you with remarkable speed in atmosphere and enough thrust to break away from it if necessary."
"And what do I do when it blows up?" Shego said.
"We all die." Drakken stated simply.
"Define 'we all die', and define every word." Shego was careful of Drakken's statements when he spoke of death.
"We, a group consisting of everyone in the lab and the one hundred and fifty meters around it, all, as in every single person, die. Self explanatory." He said as he checked a connection.
"Glad I'm taking this one alone…" Shego let the sarcasm drip as she eyed Drakken.
"Oh relax Shego, it's not going to go critical as long as the coolant system holds, and once you're in space it won't be an issue at all. The return trip will either be in something you've stolen from them, if you can figure out how to pilot it, or if it is in this, there won't be enough fuel to blow." Drakken closed the panel he was working in.
"Will there be enough to get me back?" Shego asked, knowing Drakken's penchant for forgetting in his opinion trivial details.
"Of course Shego, what good would it do me to send you there and not get back whatever you steal or the information you gather." He laughed a bit.
"Alright Dr. D. But if I end up on the bad end of an alien blaster, I'm coming back to haunt your sorry ass!" Shego left the room.
"Well, even if she does die, at least I have the video equipment recording the encounter." Drakken shrugged
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Middleton Space Center 12:00 PM 36 hrs till Contact
"Alright Kimmie-Cub, this is a one person craft, it's also the fastest craft we're capable of producing because of its size and thruster capacity." James Possible looked over at the scientist working on computers in the control room. "Kim, this ship is the fastest anyone on earth can build, and the one headed for us outstrips it by parsecs. You have no weapons, but the maneuverability is amazing so if you're attacked, dodge and get the hell out of there. That's the best advice we have for you there. Its very simple to pilot, we'll control you through the launch computer until you're clear, once that occurs just use this handle…" He showed her, "To control thrusters and the stick for steering. It was essentially a prototype for a high speed transport, but we've fitted it to your needs for this."
"Thanks Dad, I can handle it…and don't worry. I'm sure they didn't come millions of miles with one ship to destroy us. No matter how big it is." She smiled.
"You're probably right Kimmie-Cub… I just wish I knew why they were coming." Dr. Possible sighed as he helped her out of the craft and led her toward the control room.
The control room consisted of a bank of computers, multiple viewing screens displaying various points in space. A few images of something Kim couldn't recognize. A control desk where three scientist Kim didn't recognize were poring over what looked to be star charts and math formulas. And lording over it all Dr. Christopher Lestial.
"What's the latest information on the craft Dr. Lestial?" Dr Possible asked as they came through the doors.
"Speed and course have remained constant, our satellites have been able to do a thorough surface mapping and we have a few pictures as well… which brings us to our latest discovery. Its battle scarred. It seems to still have power from what we can tell…well, the engines are obviously working, and there are lights on. We haven't been able to distinguish any weapons from the scans or the pictures, but we don't know for sure." Dr. C. Lestial shrugged at the last.
"Sounds fun," Kim smiled, "Where are Ron and Wade?" She looked around.
"Mr. Stoppable and Mr. Load are on their way." Dr. Director stated, walking into the room. "Mr. Load is taking a bit of time to prepare his portable hard drive for transport. He wants to make sure he keeps all critical data for your suit on a local system."
"That's Wade, all circuits in order." She smiled.
"YO! KP!" Ron's voice echoed in the room as he walked in. "So we're gonna be here till the aliens show up?"
"Actually Ron, you're just here as Kim's partner. We understand you're a team, but there's very little you can do at Mission Control, and you can't accompany Kim." Dr. Director stated easily.
"AWWW MAN!" Ron looked depressed.
"HMPH!" Rufus chimed in, snapping his fingers.
"Sorry guys…" Kim came over and hugged Ron, then patted Rufus lightly, "It'll be ok, we'll get the next one together, no problem."
"Yea KP, just doesn't feel right you walking into this one alone though. Who knows what could happen?" Ron sounded worried.
"I'll be fine guys, remember. I can do anything." She grinned.
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Middleton Space Center, Computer lab. Midnight. 24 hrs till contact.
"Well Wade? How are things looking?" James Possible looked over the computer genius's shoulder.
"Well, from the satellite mapping of the ships exterior, we've managed to construct a scale model. However, we still can't distinguish weapons. From what we can tell, we think it's actually a science vessel. Why it appears to be battle scarred, we're unsure. Some of the more sever damage seems to have come from within the craft itself however." Wade shook his head; even if he was the smartest kid on the planet, he was somewhat out of his league with this.
"And there's no way we can tell what did the damage is there?" James said.
"Not till Kim gets there, no." He typed in a few quick commands "We think this is the hangar bay. We're going to let Kim steer herself in… hopefully she'll be able to communicate with whoever is on board."
"She'll find a way Wade… she'll have us there to back her up… I've been wondering Wade. Mathematics is universal, correct? Why don't we create a mathematical program to relay a message in pure mathematical formula? If all else fails, that could be a last ditch effort." James said.
"I can't be sure how to do it or what message we could relay, but it's worth a try." He smiled.
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Drakken's Lair, Launch Bay, 6:00 AM, 18 hrs till contact.
"Shego! Hurry with that fuel, we have to be ready as soon as possible. We should be ready and waiting when launch time arrives." Drakken had finished the upgrades on the hover craft and was merely preparing the essentials and launch bay for Shego's departure.
"It's right here Dr. D." Shego rolled the barrel into the bay.
"Good, fill the ships tank, I've rerouted the fuel lines to power the thrusters as well as the craft itself." He turned back to his calculations on the ship's computer.
Shego fueled the craft carefully as she watched Drakken work. He'd set this up well, too well. There was something he wasn't telling her. That left her three options. Overcome it when it occurred, beat it out of him, or forgo the trip completely and let him try himself. Beating it out of him would take too long, and if she didn't go, it would mean no fighting Kimmie. Well, looks like she'd just have to keep her eyes open.
"Shego, it should take another barrel of fuel before the craft's tank is full, see to that while I finish programming the computer. Then we'll see to your equipment. Then I want you to rest up for launch… I'll wake you an hour before launch time. That'll be two hours before the craft arrives."
"No problem Dr. D." Shego shrugged and went to retrieve another barrel of the fuel Drakken had prepared for the craft.
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Middleton Space Center, Kim's temporary quarters, 12:00 PM. 12 Hours till contact.
"TTMGF!" Monique landed on Kim's bed with a thud.
"Not much to say Mo, they need a girl who can save the world, well, that's what I do." Kim smiled.
"Yo girl, I'm all for world saving and what have ya, but you're headed into space. You're gonna be trolling around on a ship that no one has seen the inside of, and you'll be dealing with ET. You ready for that?" Monique shivered a bit.
"Hey Mo, no big, it's not like the time I had to stop that dam from bursting with a hair clip." Kim shrugged it off.
"You never did explain how you did that." Monique pointed out.
"A good magician never reveals her secrets, besides, it'd be bragging. I just do what I do and things work out." Kim shrugged again.
"You know girl, you're the most modest person I know, how is it you still manage to sound impressive when you don't take credit for anything?" Monique asked, her eyes cutting questioningly at Kim.
Kim shrugged and moved across the room, she checked the time on her Kimmunicator. "Keeps getting closer and closer to zero hour. It's the anticipation that's getting to me. I want to be out there doing it, not sitting here thinking about it."
"You're a girl of action, I understand believe me." Monique smiled.
"What's more Ron's worrying about me, he's getting that boyfriend look in his eyes again. I still haven't told him Mo…still haven't told my parents." Kim laughed.
"Believe me girl, it's not an easy thing… I'm sorry I can't help ya more… but coming out is never easy." Monique walked up to Kim, hugging her.
"Least Bonnie didn't find out… can you imagine what she'd do if she knew?" Kim sighed as she sat down.
"Girl, that is NTBC. Bonnie is not worth the effort." Monique sat next to her.
"You're right, what is to be considered is telling the rents and Ron… as soon as I get back, I'm sitting them all down. Thanks for the support Mo, just wish you were really my Girlfriend, it'd make things so much easier." Kim kissed her cheek.
"Easy girly, love ya like a sister, I'll always be here for ya… but just not my cup of tea as far as that goes." Mo smiled, knowing Kim wouldn't do anything to push too hard. "I think the hard thing is gonna be telling the woman you have the feeling for…" Monique shivered.
"Damnit if that aint the case." Kim and Monique both laughed.
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Middleton Space Center. Mission Control, 6:00 PM. 6 hrs till contact.
"DR. POSSIBLE!" Wade yelled from the computer, "The craft made a…jump… it increased speed to almost double what it was, carrying it forward then immediately returned to its original speed and began to slow itself for atmospheric entry. Its still on schedule, and at the rate of deceleration should be able to enter the atmosphere without severe adverse affect… if that is their intent….it'll be loud though."
"Hmm… right you are Wade…" Dr. Possible began to check the calculations, "I'd say, we're in for quite the sonic blast…"
"Dr. Possible, I've been meaning to ask. We have the ship and Kim's gear prepared for an outer orbit flight, but we're estimating the data as if the craft is going to enter the atmosphere?" Wade said.
"Oh, that's simple enough Wade. We don't know what they'll do, so we're preparing for everything." Dr. Possible stated simply.
"Makes sense." Wade turned back to the computer, keys clicking faster than Dr. Possible had ever seen.
"What about the readings on the craft itself? Can we tell anything else?" James asked as he sat down at his own station and began to check readings and information.
"Nothing more than what we had before. That last jump though was amazing." Wade stated the obvious.
"And there still hasn't been any form of message? Warning? Anything?" Dr. Possible asked.
"Nothing. No statements from any being whatsoever." Wade sighed.
"Well, things are looking good at least. They didn't maintain threshold speed." James smiled.
"True. Let's keep working, maybe we can figure something out." Wade went back to examining all the data and checking frequency bands for some sort of message.
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Middleton City Limits. 9:00 PM, 3 hrs till contact.
"Hey Bonnie? What ya lookin at?" Brick asked as he walked up behind his current girlfriend.
"That." Bonnie pointed up at the sky and toward a blue light that was getting brighter and brighter.
"Whoa, killer lightshow…what is it though?" Brick asked, his forehead creased with concentration.
"Who knows, but if this town stay's constant, it'll be that Possible bitch's next big feather. Damnit just once I want to see her get what's coming to her." Bonnie hissed.
"Why? What is your problem with her anyway?" Brick asked, he'd never been too sure on that one.
"What's it matter, I hate her, you're my boyfriend, you're obligated to agree with me." She said seriously as she watched the light get brighter and brighter.
"Yes Ma'am…" Brick sighed.
"Hey Brick, I don't think it's getting brighter, I think its getting closer… like, headed for us closer…." Bonnie said.
"Wow, wanna sit here and watch it? See what happens?" Brick put an arm around her.
"Sure…" Bonnie smiled and leaned in to kiss her arm candy.
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Drakken's Lair, Launch Bay, 10:30 PM 1½ hrs till contact.
"Shego! Into the shuttle craft… we need to be ready to launch in half an hour…" Drakken yelled as he rushed around the control room, establishing everything he needed to.
"On it Dr. D." Shego strutted into the launch bay. Her pressure suit moving against her like a second skin, her helmet a little bulkier than she was used to, but tolerable. She flared her plasma once to be sure that it wouldn't affect the suit, and smiled as it worked perfectly.
Drakken watched as she climbed into the cockpit of the craft, he did a quick check on the recording and transmitting equipment of the suit and smiled as everything came back working. He checked the cooling system information as it fed through the computer to his screen. All within acceptable parameters. Onboard computer information? Working perfectly. Pilot. Belted in.
"Alright Shego, we have everything set; now we're just making the final launch preparations. You'll be on your way in no time." Drakken started the process for launch.
"Whatever you say Dr. D. Just be ready in case anything goes wrong…" Shego's voice cut diamonds.
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Middleton Space Center Control Room. 11:00 PM. 1 Hr till contact.
"DR. P, DR. DIRECTOR! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!" Wade yelled.
"What is it Wade?" Dr. Possible rushed to his side, looking over the data he'd just received.
"What's wrong Mr. Load?" Dr. Director walked up calmly.
"Well, according to this reading, a ship just launched from… looks like a mountain side launch bay…satellite imaging bringing it up now… it's Drakken's lair. Looks like he sent Shego as an unofficial welcoming party." Wade said sadly.
"Looks like we're not the only ones interested in aliens and what they want…" Dr. Director said.
"Na ah. If I know Drakken, he just wants to get his hands on the tech before someone else does…what does he call it Wade?" Kim said as she listened in to the discussion.
"Outsourcing… but that's not the issue, the issue is what do we do now?" Wade asked.
"We step up the mission. Launch me immediately and I attempt to intercept Shego, if that is not possible, I enter the ship and attempt to stop her and make contact with the…beings on board." Kim walked toward the door and the launch bay.
"She's right people!" Dr. Director yelled, "I want Agent Possible in the air as soon as possible. Dr. Possible, how soon can we launch?"
"Twenty minutes… tops. That'll give the other craft quite a lead, but she should be able to catch up. I mean, it isn't like Drakken has our prototype thrusters lying around somewhere." Dr. Possible shrugged.
"Agent Possible. Can you hear me on the communications panel?" Dr. Director spoke into the microphone.
"Loud and clear Dr. Director!" Kim locked her helmet into place.
"Alright, we're starting launch preparations, you'll be in the air in twenty minutes. Catch Shego if you can, and stop whatever Drakken has planned. You have our trust Kim. We're all with you." Dr. Director gave a short pep talk before moving on to prepare for any other unforeseen circumstances.
"She's right KP." Ron's spoke next, "Good luck."
Kim smiled behind her helmet. "No problem guys, I'll be done in no time." She concentrated on getting thing prepared and grinned wider to herself. "Time to get this show on the road."
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Middleton City Limits, Midnight. CONTACT!
Bonnie and Brick had been watching the craft for a bit now and watched it take form as it moved closer and closer to earths atmosphere. The sonic boom as it entered the atmosphere was tremendous and it shook the air around them, deafening them both for a few moments. Then it stopped and they both got there first clear look at the craft as it hung in the air.
"Hey. What's that?" Bonnie pointed as a smaller flame trail broke free and headed for the woods nearby. They heard an explosion as it crashed into the ground.
"Lets check it out…" They headed for the woods.
"I didn't see where it went…" Brick stated as he looked around.
"I'd say the orange glow would be a guess…" Bonnie pointed toward it and they made their way there. "What is that?"
"I don't know…looks like an orange meteor and a… jelly fish?" Brick said
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Alien Craft Hanger Bay. 20 minutes past zero hour.
"I'm on the ship. It looks deserted… the only other craft here is Shego's… it looks like Drakken refitted his hovercraft for space flight." Kim said as she made her way to one of the door. "I can't tell where Shego went, and the hanger bay has exits in two directions…I'll contact you as soon as I know something… its weird, there's a statue on the side of either door…about chest height, looks like a bust of a bird's head…"
"Copy that Agent Possible, keep us posted." Dr. Directors voice spoke in her ear.
Kim cut the communicator and smiled to herself. "Ready or not Shego. Here I come."