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"Come on lads, just one more rush and we'll finally push the adults back to the holes from which they crawled from!" Numbah 237 yelled, his words mangled by his thick Scottish accent. The twelve year old was leading the latest offensive in the Kid-Adult War, laser fire kicking up dirt and the whining from those hit struck his core. Mounted G.U.M.Z.O.O.K.A.s blasted away as squads of operatives moved under the torrent of fire. The war has been raging on for millennia, ever since the first timeout and spanking in Ancient Egypt and now in the modern era, it has reached its climax in the form of the European Front. Numbah 237, or as he is known on the front, Commander-General Kyle McKenzie, was standing with the members of the 15th founding of Sector Z, or 'The Fated' as they called themselves, and a coalition of others willing to end the conflict rushed across an opened field that separated the two camps. KND A.R.M.A.D.I.L.L.O.S. and Teenz heavy attack bikes speed across absorbing the small laser fire from the adult lines, a flight of low flying sled wings rushed over the cratered landscape. High above the ground forces, KND S.C.A.M.P.E.R.S. and their escorts engaged the ice flyers of the Ice Cream men as they made their way towards the heavy artillery emplacements that the adults had set up and loaded with delightfulization shells. The adults have pushed Father's advancement of subjugating kids to a whole new horrifying level, and it was his mission to end it. High in the ridiculously ginormus mountains of Russia, Father and his allies of ubber smart scientist have taken his idea of turning unruly kids into delightfulized slaves from a massive ray to bombs and shells and rapid laser rounds. Ever since the ancient battlefield of The Line saw the horror of the second Kid-Adult World War have such a mass gathering of kid and 2x4 techs have been seen on the field. For the past two and a half years he and his fellow kids and teens have been holding the adults advance through the European countryside, adding to their horde. For two and a half years, he and his sector have held the horde back with the much needed help of their fellow KND in sectors F, E, Ir, It, R, and G. Leading the charge, he unsheathed his wooden saber and drew his M.U.S.K.E.T. knowing what awaited them if they failed to break the line. Reaching the firing trench on the adult side, Kyle pulled out his radio and began relaying orders to the advancing columns. Each member of Sector Z knew of their history, knew of their place as a quick-response force against adult tyranny, they all knew of the stories in the archives of each founding disappeared when they were needed most, and each member was put in charge of a different section of the advance.
"Numbah 302.2, where is that artillery support, we're getting chopped up!" He yelled as one of the dillos exploded from an anti-tank round. The crew was trying to escape, but were unable to as they were delightfulized in front of him. "We need it now!"
"Sir, the guns are overheating from the constant use!" Numbah 302.2 replied.
"They shoot ice cream, how can they overheat!" He yelled, rounds hammering the ground around them. A pair of teen bikes was vaporized as they rode over a buried delightful land mine. "Use the bloody M.A.R.B.L.E. cannons!"
"You know what I mean…the ammo bunker was hit a little bit ago… wait what's that sound… oh crud INCOMMING!" The line went dead. Glancing over in the direction of the Ice Cream cannons a series of bright lights lit off in the area, the latest round in the conflict. A pair of U.N.D.E.R.P.O.U.N.D.s walked by firing into the trenches further down the line, closely being followed by a mix of KND operatives and Teen Ninjas, unheard of in the day-by-day working of the daily battle of kids, as they braved the fire to shore up holes in the advance.
"Numbah 232, what is the status of your squadron, where are those transports!" A girl's voice, barely audible replied.
"Boss, their everywhere! Just where the cruds are them adults gettin these uni…hey no one shoots at Amy from behind!" Then the line went dead as he cycled through the others. With numbah 302.2 gone, the push might falter. "237, Kyle we lost the transports, they were gunned down from the ground…I've lost my squadron…I'm done to a few shots and my bird is smokin…there's somethin I've wanted...needed...to tell you… I lov…" Her line went dead as a KND fighter came crashing down, flames claiming the fuselage. Rage started to build up inside of him, his teammates were falling to adults.
"Chief, numbah 465 here, my force and I have breached the far line and are beginning the pincher move." 465 began, as Kyle smiled at the first sign of good news today. He made his way to where a nervous looking sector leader was trying to get her unit to push further, that victory was theirs. Looking down at his feet, he saw the delightfulized remains of one of the twelve flag bears with the KND battle standard in the mud. Holstering his M.U.S.K.E.T., he picked it up the standard and started to move towards the lip in the trench. "Sir, 465 here, we're pinned down from delightful rays, most of my battalion has been hit, and I'm not going to make it, but it has been an honor to serve alongside you…" as the feed was cut off from the rapid laser rounds. 'That's three of my friends, gone in one day, I'm glad that Jess is in the medical facility in Burpulstie; I will avenge them.' He thought.
"With me lads, today… we.... will… end… this!" He said to the group in front of him. Weighing the standard in his hands, he made his way towards the rising slope of the trench works. Taking in a gulp of air, the finest four words any KND operative could hear passed from his lips.
"Kids Next Door Rulez!" He screamed, hoisting the standard high into the air, the operatives that saw the standard were filled with hope and pride and rushed forward once again, repeating the battle cry. Joining them, Kyle continued to give out orders until he was brought down by a stray delightfulized shot that caught him in the leg, causing him to stumble. Seeing the fall of their leader, the others changed direction and high tailed it back to their lines as the adults rushed from their hiding holes and chased after them. Their advance stalled as they were repelled by the rear-guard that Kyle left to defend the camp. A few hours later, he and several others were being treated in the medical facility in Burpulstien, where he had named his headquarters. The full scope of the day reached his desk a few hours after he was released, with doctors telling him that he was lucky, unlike some of the others. Numbahs 302.2 and 465 had to be detained and awaited for decommissioning to come and take them away along with several others. Many ended up like Kyle, with parts of their bodies twisted by Father's insane device. The coalition forces paid their respects to the fallen member of Sector Z, numbah 232 was lost forever. He would miss her and the conversations that they shared. Walking to his office, he could see the faces of operatives and teens, gripped with a tired look that he shared completely with them. The guards in front of his office were at that remained of Sector It, standing in the armor of the ancient Roman Centurions, the Italian and Russian Kids Next Door were hit the hardest in the conflict and have pledge their lives to him in hope of ending the conflict, hopefully it wouldn't come to that. Opening the door, he caught the familiar head gear worn by numbah 86's enforcers belonging to numbah 54c. Walking into the office, he closed the door behind him so the two could converse in silence. On any other day Kyle would have been glad to see the face of 54c, their conversations the only thing keeping them sane. However, this time Kyle could tell that the enforcer was struggling to maintain the friendly face in mist of the burden he carried.
"Ah, Kyle it's good to see that you remain with us, I'm sorry about what happened to your sector today." 54c began, extending his hand towards his friend. Kyle took it and looked him straight in the face. 'Something's wrong, guess we should break that wall.' "I think you know why I've come today."
"There's nothing to be sorry about Michael, so what brings you here, not that I don't enjoy your company," The pause allowed him to look about, "She's called again, hasn't she?" He replied, then he caught the sight of a pair of restraints on his desk, "Again?"
"Yes, seems that she's ordered to bring you in, again, it's nothing personal but you know the boss." 54c replied with a sincere voice. He made his way over to him, slapping the restraints on his wrists.
"Aye, it never is."