Hi guys, happynomnom here. I've been thinking a lot about Operation I.N.T.E.R.V.I.E.W.S. lately, and I finally decided to (try to) write about what happens after. Enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own KND, Mr. Warburton does.
I cried for days after I left earth. I wasn't ashamed. I cried for my parents, my home, and of course, my team. My best friends in the whole universe. The universe. It was my duty to protect the entire universe from now on. I straightened up in the pilot seat. I had to be strong. I wiped away one last tear and gazed out of the front window. I had to admit, it was beautiful. Thousands of shimmering stars stretching forwards into the endless black void of space. Clusters of small asteroids and meteors racing by each other. An occasional comet, streaking past my ship in a sparkling blur.
Soon everything became a blur. My routines- combat training in the main room, of which, proved to be quite difficult thanks to my space suit, which I had to apparently wear at all times. It was bulky and heavy and I had a hard time moving around in it. After only a few minutes practicing in it, I would be drenched in sweat and exhausted. On the bright side, it meant that I was building stamina and muscles as well. Eating floating blobs of food (the scientists thought it would be funny to put a zero gravity switch on the wall so I could float around whenever I felt like it, and yes, it was pretty funny) in the 'kitchen', which was basically a fridge, a microwave, a toaster, and a lot of instant food packages stocked in the cupboards. There was the mechanical room which contained the engine and other technological components. I tried to avoid that room as often as possible. It reminded me too much of Numbuh 2. Instead I spent hours by the front window, either simply enjoying the scenery or fiddling and experimenting with the console. Otherwise, I would play some videogames on the large, flat-screen TV mounted on the side wall. I became surprisingly nostalgic while playing. It just wasn't the same without Numbuh 3 or 4 yelling at the top of their lungs beside me.
Sleep came easily, but sleep itself wasn't. My slumbers were filled with dreams and memories of life at home. Going to the candy store, eating ice cream, going to school, and most of all, going on missions. Luckily, I would remind myself after a particularly hard night, more missions were in store for me. And then the little voice in the back of my brain would whine about how they wouldn't be the same without Numbuh 5 lecturing me.
Finally, after three and a half months of the same boring schedule and the very rare, brief, hardly understandable conversations with the scientists back in some desolate control room on Earth, the intercom crackles to life.
"Control to mothership. Numbuh 1, do you read? Over."
"Mothership to Control, Numbuh 1 reporting for duty. I read you loud and clear."
"Excellent. You are approaching Galactic KND headquarters, coordinates eleventy-ba hundred 250, V34. The prompted access code is-" The scientist on the other line rattles off a long string of random numbers that I definitely won't remember.
"Uh," I begin, "I don't think I can remember that…"
"Haha," he laughs, whoever he is. "I know." Suddenly the monitor stationed on the console lights up and the same string of numbers appears on my screen.
"Uh, thanks, I guess." I mutter. "Is there anything else?"
"Nope. You are 53 clicks away from the base. 50. 45. 40." I drown him out, because suddenly I am completely distracted by an incredible sight. An enormous, glowing, tree, buzzing with activity, floating in the middle of space, quickly approaching. It's unpossible. It's huge. It had to be about the same size as Earth itself. Small rockets are darting to and from the base. I spot ships docking, I see ships unloading weird, unearthly objects from their cargos. Then again, I suppose everything is unearthly here.
My monitor crackles. I gape at the sight of the being on the other end. Correction: Probably everyone here is unearthly as well. A serious looking purple and blue thing with four eyes stares at me.
"Access code?" he warbles.
"Uh…" I shake myself. I have to display a good first impression. I salute, and read off the string of numbers from off the corner of the monitor.
"Access granted. Welcome to Galactic Kids Next Door Headquarters, Numbuh 1." He smiles. "Please dock at gate 34." The screen goes dead. I blink a few times, still somewhat stupefied at everything.
"Well?!" someone bursts out. The scientist! It appears that he hadn't left just yet. "What's it like, what's it like?!" he cries.
"Donald! Get off the intercom this instant!" yells a familiar voice in the background.
"Numbuh 74. 239?!" I interrupt suddenly. It's so comforting to hear his familiar voice, albeit annoying.
"Numbuh 1. Is everything running smoothly?"
"Yes, sir. I'm docking right now. I'm not sure how to, actually." As if on cue, my screen lights up again. It asks what dock I had been assigned to. I type 34 in. "Never mind, everything's fine."
"Good. We just received an super-triple-important message from the GKND's leader. She wants you to go directly to her office to speak with you. She says a garde will meet you at docking station 34 to escort you."
"Roger that. Wow," I breathe, surprised. I feel quite flattered. But maybe it's just standard protocol or something. "Alright, I'm arriving at the dock. Numbuh 1, over and out."
Sitting in her hybrid-leather chair, watching the footage of a British bald boy docking his ship, high above the bulking mass of all the bustling operatives from all over the galaxy, in the very top glass spire of the treehouse, was the leader of the GKND. She chuckled slightly.
"So this is the legendary earthling, Nigel Uno."
Yay, hope you enjoyed the first bit! It's a little bit boring, I think, but stay tuned, because I promise it'll get more interesting from here on out!
Remember to review pleeease!
-happynomnom :)