The Case of the Corporate Takeover

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Jean: Hello, peoples! (Does the cute anime eye-batting) Don't resist the eyes. I am Jean Claude, but everybody calls me Chibi Jean! I'm a cute piggy-plushie being an announcer for my mommy! (Giggle) Please read and review my mommy's fic, she working really hard on it!

Overall Disclaimer:

We three bodies of the fanfiction powers KoDraCan (KozueNoSaru, Candid Monkey and Drama-Queen) do NOT own SRMTHFG. We never had, we probably never will. Disney and Ciro Neili own this show, but if they're willing to part with it, we'll gladly take a small part of it….but it looks like we're gonna have to take a number for that right. Gei-Yi (Geist) is property from the video game Tao Feng: Fist of the Lotus, which Kozue possesses a copy of, but does not own the characters or that universe. Studio Gigante and Microsoft own Tao Feng: Fist of the Lotus.

Overall Claimer:

Any original characters and adversaries NOT part of the original canon universe belongs to us. (Including Chibi-Jean-chan!) We created them especially for the purpose to interact with the story and if you want to use them, you have to go through a very strict approval process.

Overall Warning:

Warning, this fic contains ample amounts of the following—a slash pairing (NOT graphic), a slight hint of shoujo-ai, violence, bloodshed, and coarse language. It's set in an alternate universe and mainly concentrates on Captain Shuggazoom and the Alchemist. The Hyperforce are non-robotic monkeys. Well, what's left to say about this? If you do not like slash (which WILL come later in the fic), then we kindly ask that you to get the fuck off the story page. If you have a problem with it, well, tough. By reading this fic, you understand that you can't flame, sue or troll our asses for this.

You were warned, folks.

Important Notes:

Kozue: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH A CHRISTMAS MEMORY! The fics are NOT in the same timeline! I just decided to use the name I gave the Alchemist from that fic and Tobias form that fic.

Candid Monkey: This story (in which we hope will evolve into a series) involves the YOUNG Captain Shuggazoom and the Alchemist.

Kozue: Be advised that I have a different look on their relationship and the story isn't meant to be accurate or defining. Unless you can prove that either one was married, you're not going to sway me into believing that they're just close friends.

Candid Monkey and Drama-Queen: While it is somewhat an attempt at an action/adventure story, romance is a factor into this fic; at times, it focuses on the two being in a romantic relationship.

Important Name References for those who have NO idea who's who:

Captain Shuggazoom (Clayton Carrington)

The Alchemist (Akihito Neili) (…Don't ask. PLEASE don't ask. Read "A Christmas Memory" for an explanation…)

And one more thing:

// (double-back slashes) indicates thought

Bold lettering expresses emphasis.

XOXOXOXOX

Chapter One: Enter Machiavellian

It started as just another incandescent day in the fair city of Shuggazoom. Save for the clouds in the sky, there didn't seem to be much relief from the ever present-heat. However, it wasn't all too bad, as the city had suffered from a month-long onslaught of rainfall. The clouds idly passed over the busy citizens of the futuristic haven. Teenagers were cooling off and swimming at the poolside. Street vendors were selling grilled hotdogs and falafels by the dozens near the street corners. Families and lovers were at Shuggazoom Park, admiring the mulberry trees blowing in the occasional gusts of wind. After a whole month of absence form the over-the-top, theatrical villains that seemed to pop out of the blue, the citizens were finally seeing a silver lining in the clouds.

However, in the office district of Carrington Industries, there were no signs of a silver lining for one hard-nosed business woman as she discussed a very exigent business manner with one Clayton Carrington and his fellow executive chair-holders. The young industrialist was meeting with the aforementioned sole-proprietress of Machiavellian Mechanics, the older Destiny Machiavellian.

A silence had settled into the room as the woman looked at Carrington in disbelief. The fellow executive members looked at the young man as if he signed his own death warrant. After allowing the full effect of the shock to wear off, the silence was finally broken by Ms. Machiavellian's outburst.

"You can't be serious, Mr. Carrington! I'm offering you a deal that most proprietors would jump at the chance to accept."

She continued to stare in disbelief as Clayton Carrington stood up and walked over to her space on the table and placed the thick binding of documents on front of her. He faced the stunned woman and his equally stunned chair-members. In his charismatic Southern drawl, the young man replied with an overwhelming grin, "You can see I'm not most proprietors. I'm dead serious Ms. Machiavellian; Carrington Industries is not for sale, nor do I intend to go into multi-proprietorship with anyone at this time."

Destiny looked as if she was going to have a conniption fit, but with her worldly grace and controlled temperament, she replied "Very well…I see that I can't persuade you today, so, I will come again soon. My offer will still be on the table."

"Is that all you wish to discuss with us?"

"Quite." Destiny replied with pursed lips.

"Then, by all means; this meeting is adjourned." Clayton beamed as his cabinet stood up and excused themselves, "Thank you, gentlemen and gentlewomen for meeting with me on this important manner."

The two industrial magnates were all alone, unfortunately for the both of them. Clayton turned to the still fuming woman and chuckled, "I apologize on making you came all the way from across town for a 'no', Ms. Machiavellian."

"Believe me, Mr. Carrington, you can find me quite persuasive." She fumed as she retrieved her papers from the desk.

"I hope you have a nice drive home. Say hello to your lovely daughter for me."

"Oh, you're such a cradle-robber! The girl's only seventeen!" Ms. Machiavellian huffed as she turned towards the young man.

"Whoa, good thing you told me! Rest assured, Ms. Machiavellian, I have no intention of robbing cradles." He apologized as she turned away from him, huffed some more and chucked the papers in her briefcase. With yet another angry huff, the pepper-haired woman stomped out of the office, making sure that her expensive stilettos were heard on the marble floor.

Unbeknownst to Carrington, as Ms. Machiavellian headed out the doors of Carrington Industries, she whipped out her cell-phone and quickly dialed a number.

"There's been a setback in our plans." She stated as he hailed for a taxi. The yellow hover car picked her up and took her across the business district, passing by her company. She turned her attention away from the person on the other line and smiled as her company lettering came into view. As her attention was shifted to the individual on the other line, she harshly responded, "Yes, I'm well aware of the consequences…Look, you, I tried to do things your way…now, we will do things my way… Oh, you leave that to me…"

XOXOXOXOX

Jean: What is up with Destiny Machiavellian, and what does she want with Carrington Industries? Find out in Chapter Two of The Case of the Corporate Takeover

And now, a few brief words from the authoress trio of Team KoDraCan:

Candid Monkey: Thanks, Chibi. Welcome patience readers. Any old fans that actually read the profile know who we are. Nice to know that you guys still think about us…

Kozue: If I get at least one review, I may go ahead and put up more chapters. This is by-far the longest SRMT fic I've written. I've planned it to have fifteen chapters. I just hope to finish this thing before college lets out.

Drama-Queen: See ya!