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REDS
Chapter One – Seeing Red
"Remember, we're not sure what the exact sitch is down there," the roar of the raging storm outside the open hatch would have made conversation difficult had it not been for their helmet intercoms. Kim continued, "What we do know is that according to their last transmission people were dying wholesale, so keep your eyes peeled, your wits about you, and above all, stay sharp! I don't want to lose anyone on our first mission." My first mission, she amended silently.
Kim looked at each member of the drop team. All were in red versions of the Global Justice field duty uniform complete with gear and red helmets with scarlet visors, a red heart with a female-glyph cutout on a pink field as their patches. Except for Shego of course. She was in her signature green and black catsuit, her helmet the same colors with a visor that was either black or a green so deep as to not matter which.
"Buddy-check gear!" ordered the green-skinned woman as she turned to examine Kim front and back, who in turn did the same for her. Six of them stood next to waist-high railings to either side of the opened rear-facing hatch, safety straps attached to keep anyone from accidentally being pitched out as the storm rocked the aircraft, and began checking each other to ensure all were set and ready. Once each gave thumbs up for their buddies, Kim reiterated orders.
"Captain Granva," she opened the aircraft's main intercom channel.
"Mlle le Commandant," Miss Commander, a woman's voice responded over the comm, "please call me Grandis."
"Grandis," the redhead amended, "bring us as close to the surface and the ship as you can."
"Ma chérie, in this weather I am but a passenger. It is best you discuss these things directly with le pilote, who at this time is really in charge of all our lives… ." The comm line clicked.
"Morning Commander…," a younger woman's voice joined in, a strain evident in her tone.
"Ace, bring us in as close as possible."
The pilot called back with forced cheer, "Working on it Commander! And by 'close' I hope you mean the proper drop zone. That's a freakin' Cat-Six Super-ST out there you know. With winds peaking at two-one-oh miles per hour, an mbar of eight-six-two, and ocean swells averaging nearly one-seven-oh feet, its the worst damn storm in recorded history. Currently the Dee Zee is actually…," a pause during which Kim could faintly hear another on the bridge providing the information, "…seven miles out, allowing the wind forces about two minutes to carry you direct to target."
Kim frowned, "Long ride in this weather." 'Category Six' and 'Super Severe Typhoon' were storm classifications that, while proposed, were yet fully recognized globally. Irregardless, all storm monitoring agencies understood and agreed on the severity of the meteorological event known as Kujira: Extremely Dangerous. They would not even be attempting the operation if not for the nature of their charter and the gravity of the situation.
"You take me to such exciting places on our dates," Shego commented dryly.
"Can't be helped Commander," came back the reply, ignoring the woman's statement. Everyone in the Service knew of her dry wit. "Any closer and we risk collision with either the water or the ship itself. Dropping in the eye would be slightly less risky, but only just. But at least you'd not have the rain to deal with as well."
"We already covered this Ace, we'll need the maximum time the eye will provide on the tanker to effect recon and any rescue. At least you'll be able to use it to clear the area."
"Right. Like that will be smooth sailing," She paused while the aircraft shuddered, the sound of her exertions fighting the controls audible. "Trust me, eyewalls and… uhh… eyes have their own inherent dangers."
"Do your best," Kim encouraged, hanging onto the staging rail as the turbulence dropped the deck a foot out from under their feet and rising back up before they even fell six inches. "That's why we call you 'Ace', Ace."
"No Commander, you… uhn… call me Ace because we share the same first name."
"And yet it suits you. Get above the storm as soon as we confirm touchdown."
"Clear out on Tee Dee confirm, that's a roger Commander."
Kim turned to one of her group whose uniform was different in that it was skirted, her legs bare, "Ariel, you're in the water. Inspect the ship's hull for damage and anomalies, but don't put yourself at risk. If the surface chop is too much, you go deep into the calm, activate your beacon, and make west for clear water. Clear?"
The helmeted team member thumbed up, "Sure thing Commander. Take a look underneath but bug out if it gets too rough." She was confident, not even put off by the fact that with the typhoon's size and their position near the eye meant she was looking at nearly a nine hundred mile swim just to reach Kujira's edge.
"Asuka, As the EVA is the sturdiest, we'll piggy on the way down, where you're to provide the team with heavy backup. Remember to remain Harmless until either ordered or one of us is hit."
The slight-built youth in a skintight variation of the red uniform nodded, fighting the turbulent motion while climbing into a red jet resembling an F-14 Tomcat, "Jawohl Fraukommandant. Operate the Erhöhter Verstärker-Angriff, navigate all to target… tasers and safety rounds chambered unless bestelltes oder erstes Blut, ordered or first blood¹. I shall not fail you." Once the canopy was sealed, the Enhanced Augmenter Assault variable configuration vehicle underwent a techno-morphosis, converting from a fighter jet to a forty-one foot tall humaniform robot.
"That's more than meets the eye," remarked Shego.
"It may not be the Nirvash, but mein EVA-02 ist kein slouch," The German girl's pride evident over the commlink. She positioned it before them in a kneeling posture, mechanical hands grasping the sturdy safety rails to either side of the hatch.
Kim nodded. She turned to the last pair, "Izzy, you're first, checking for traps. Nuku, you back her up and be ready to take point in case of heavy fire."
"Woo hoo! Trip the traps! You betcha Chief!" … "Hai Possible-sama! Protect Izz-chan," came the overlapping affirmations, one overly excited, the other serenely calm. This assignment's going to prove a crash course in international languages, Kim winced, Though maybe I shouldn't use words like 'crash' at a time like this… .
"Quite the group you have here Princess," Shego's voice sounded in Kim's left ear only, signifying she was speaking on one of the side channels and not the main link. "Are you certain this After School Playhouse Special is up to this?"
"Two minutes to Dee Zee," the captain called over the main comm.
"Roger that, drop in two," Kim acknowledged while giving the drop team the signal to hook up to the EVA even as she climbed up on its back as well. She thumbed the channel selector to Shego's, "They all scored highly on the recruitment skills aptitude and placement tests. My only concern is that since this is our first live op we don't fully know each other's strengths and weaknesses." She snapped her tether to an anchor point.
The green and black suited woman followed suit next to her, "Yeah, well don't worry too much about that. Action is the best way to pull dissimilar people together." Testing her tether she added, "You and I are proof of that."
By way of agreement Kim just made a kissy sound into her mic. With the helmet and lowered visor only the quirked lips of her smile could be seen.
"Drop in six-oh seconds," Grandis chimed.
Switching back to the main link Kim rapped Asuka's Erhöhter Verstärker-Angriff, "We're depending on you for a smooth ride, hear?"
Asuka's confident voice, filled the channel, "Verstanden! Halten Sie auf fest jeder!"
"Three-oh seconds," Ace this time.
"Can you try to keep it at least ninety-five percent English, which most of us are?" Shego bitched.
"Face masks people!" Kim called, following her own order and snugging the breath mask in place across her lower face, as did the rest. She grabbed the handles and ensured her feet were firmly in their hold-down straps. She checked the others as well.
"Meine apologies!" Asuka's words really did not match her gleeful tone. "Vhat I said vas 'hold on tightly every-vone!'" The mecha shifted slightly in front of the open hatch, its mass and bulk not rocked by the rolling of the deck even with the five suited team members on its back. It took a sprinter's posture.
Ace counted down, "Five… Four… Three… Two… Drop."
With the five of them hanging on tightly, their stomachs trying to climb out their throats, Shego wondered exactly why she agreed to this job as the red-colored mecha kicked off like an over-sized skydiver into the full of nature's fury in what was turning into the Super Storm of the Century.
Dr Director had called her to the Global Justice American Headquarters.
While surprised and a bit skeptical about the 'Job Opportunity' promised her over the phone, Shego nonetheless had decided to allow the other woman a chance to make her pitch and so, wearing green denim slacks, jacket, and a black mock-neck shirt, she showed up promptly on time. After all, might be something interesting, even if only to laugh in the woman's face.
With her typical sense of dramatic secrecy, the one-eyed woman made Shego wait in the lobby for ten minutes before coming down to bundle them into a Global Justice Midnight-blue limo that had all the proper amenities. Including windows electronically phased completely opaque so there was no possible way to see in or out. After a short wordless ride they emptied out inside a hanger empty of all but a single executive class jet also in Global Justice's signature color, the windows in the passenger cabin likewise blackened.
With them was one guard. All present knew had she wanted to, the former-as-far-as-anyone-knew villain could take them both out without even getting up. However he got props for not showing any fear, sitting in the rear of the cabin with his weapon across his lap. For her part, Betty made small talk while offering rather extravagant refreshments in the form of caviar and chilled mimosas. Legs crossed and rocking gently, the green woman nibbled and sipped the first but turned down refills.
"Really Betty, what's thi… ." Shego started only to be cut off by the officer.
"Tut tut tut, Shego," she was admonished, "Trust me, you'll appreciate the proposal more once you see it in person," and with that they fell into a slightly uneasy silence for the rest of the trip.
They landed after an hour, taxied for a bit and effected a transfer in another hanger to another darkened limo. Hell, these could be the same ones, she thought, Be just like her to take me right back to the HQ basement or something… A short ride in the limo emptied them into a garage where the one-eyed woman led her into a comfortable sized elevator and sent it heading down. The green woman's patience was growing thin, but even she was able to see they were close to the bottom line.
This had damn well better be worth all this! She growled inwardly. "Look Betts, it's not that I don't appreciate the pardon you managed to swing for me, but I really have no interest in working for you in any capacity."
The woman turned her eye on her and smirked a knowing smile, "Oh, I think I can interest you… ."
The doors snik-ed open like something on Space Passage or Captain Constellation, emptying them onto a wide mall-like mezzanine overlooking a large space, one third of a pie slice. The narrow end was dominated by a large CGI globe almost identical to the one found on Goggle Earth but for being holographic and three dimensional. Like the Internet version it too rolled and zoomed from one close up view on its surface then across to another apparently at the bequest of a controller. The rest of the space below them was a scene of bustling activity filled with people, high-tech consoles, and other appointments all of which screamed command center.
Shego's jaw dropped open.
It was not that the entire staff was wearing a red-toned version of the Global Justice uniform that surprised her. It was not that everyone moving about with such purpose were females, from young tweens to older and obviously more… experienced… women, that astounded her. It was not that all of them were hot…,
It was that everywhere she looked, each and everyone she saw, with the exception of herself and Director, were redheads.
Of every shade. From deep auburn through burnt oranges and carrot-tops, from scarlet to the softer pinkish tones of cherry blondes, there were redheaded hotties of every description. Most moved about with a sense of purpose and mission while a few less so were possibly off duty.
Off to the left, anchored at the center of the mezzanine was a strip of elevated walkway extending to a semi-circular platform in a prominent position in front of the globe. On it was a throne like chair with a cross-legged woman watching everything, including the dual console where sat a set of twins side-by-side.
Shego looked from one place to another, trying to absorb all she was seeing, her mind dangerously close to shutting down in an overload of redheads. Amazingly however, a few stood out among them…,
"Is that some sort of body paint or does that girl have blue-skin?" Shego indicated the only one she could mean, a long-haired woman with a no-nonsense bearing and skin the color of the sky. A much healthier and pleasant looking hue than she was used to seeing on a person.
"Why yes. Yes. I doo believe she does," Betty nodded exaggeratedly before turning her smile back up to ten, "and no, she isn't related to Drakken. She's an alien princess. One of a team that tried to warn us of the impending Lorwardian invasion only they got tied up in governmental red tape and bureaucratic stupidity.
"But there was no doubting their intentions or actions in doing their part in Washington during the fracas," she continued. "Much as were your own."
Without turning her gaze from everything below her, the raven-haired woman searched the faces, "Speaking of 'Princess'… ." Has she forgiven me for what I did to her? she fretted silently, Sure she came back for more, but two and a half months I've not heard from her, not since that weekend… .
"Right here, Shego."
The green woman did not have to look to know there was a familiar smirk waiting for her. She could hear it in the voice. She closed her eyes to compose herself and not give the other the satisfaction of seeing her relief and fear.
She kept them closed. "I'll do it…"
"Come again Shego?" Kim's audible smirk was gaining volume.
"I accept…"
Dr Director sing-songed smugly, "But Shego, you don't even know all th… ."
"I SAID I'LL TAKE THE DAMN JOB‼" Her shout caused most of the unoccupied staff to turn and gawk, then turn back to whatever they were doing when the echoing ended.
Kim's voice, "Knew you would."
Taking a full minute to finish pulling herself together, Shego finally took a deep breath and opened her eyes, turning to face them. Kim stood a step in front of Director, a smile on the face of the latter, a smirk on the former. "Kimmie," the woman gave her a snarky smirk in return, gesturing at her red uniform, "Finally joined Global Justice I see."
Crossing her arms and cocking an eyebrow, the redhead… really need to find a more unique descriptor around here… replied, "Yes… and no. And of course, I could now say the same about you.
"Come, lets talk in private," she pivoted sharply on a heel, not bothering to check if they followed. Raising her own eyebrows at the teen's confident mannerisms, Shego fell into step with the blue-clad Director in turn falling in behind her. The many red-uniformed hotties going about their duties on the level moved easily out of her favorite nemesis' path.
The pale green woman ignored the many covert glances sent her way as they passed, some accompanied with giggled whispering. Her ears picked out various scraps of comments: 'so that's her', 'she's hawt', and the one heard most often being 'the commander's woman'. Her eyebrows quirked upwards as she tried to digest the meaning of that.
With the practiced habit earned from her life as a mercenary and thief, the woman memorized all the details she could as they walked about the circumference of the circular space.
They passed where the 'bridge' catwalk, connected to the level. The globe in the center moved smoothly to a spot in the Middle East and zoomed in to the point she could see a Sikh family having a pool party. If such parties included guards in suits, turbans and dark glasses armed with automatic weapons while kids cannonballed into the water. Shego was suitably impressed. Dr D would have sold both our souls and his mother's for a setup like this!
Eventually Kim turned into a glass-walled office on the overhanging side of the level, doors sliding aside so she need not break stride. 'Commander', Shego reflected, Well she certainly acts in charge. This is her place. Betts must not be in this particular Chain of Command, however it's set up. Proceeding past a modest anteroom with chairs and a couch, Kim entered the next chamber where sat an equally transparent desk with modern lines, several lucite chairs arrayed before it. "Want anything? Shego, Director?" she asked as she moved around to stand behind it, gesturing at the seats for them.
The one-eyed woman nodded while selecting a chair, "An unadulterated coffee sounds good."
"A cappuccino," Shego added, choosing a place one seat over from the other on her blind side. The coffee in fact sounded perfect, but she would rather not be perceived as copying Betty. "Okay, care to share now?" she crossed green-jeaned legs.
Kim held up a finger on one hand while touching a spot on her desktop with the other, "Lil… one coffee strong and black, a cappuccino, a spring water with a twist of lime…"
"Shaken not stirred Princess?" Shego interjected wryly.
"… and an assortment of soda crackers, please and thank you." She sat as a faint 'Right away Commander' floated back. Whoa, invisible to the eye micro-circuitry and directional acoustics, Shego noted, Add some notches on the Slick Stick for Kimmie.
Shego cleared her throat, "This is all well and fine, but might we get to understanding why I'm here?" giving her long raven locks a toss and shake over her shoulders, "It's not like I exactly fit in with the dress code… ."
The Global Justice leader started first, twisting hard in her chair to be able to see the former criminal, as Shego had intended, "Shortly after Kim came to the attention of GJ, a theory was proposed… as indeed were many… but one in particular over the years gained increasing creditability."
"Which? That Princess liked to kick green ass?" she threw a snarky smile at Kim, "Or that she liked to lick it better?" That earned a full-faced flush from the teenager. Mission accomplished!
Not even the smallest bit flustered, Director continued, "Close the first time. That around the world, redheads tend to Kick Major Ass."
"Hunh, can't say I'm all that surprised. I learned that the hard way." the green-skinned woman gave Kim a playful nod. Still blushing, the teen nodded once in return.
"The report…"
"Lemme guess, called the Red Letter report."
"…was so well received, especially in light of and substantiated by the Lorwardian Invasion, that I was tasked with creating a daughter organization of GJ. Completely apart and self-autonomous, comprised of the best of the best of the redheads to be found."
"I'll bet!" Shego smirked. "A collection of redheaded Lolitas, hotties and MILFs all in one place? Sounds like something a Senatorial Oversight Committee comprised of Dirty Old Men would approve."
Betty nodded with a smile, "Plus apparently one Dirty Old Lady. Guess who was chosen to head this organization."
Turning to Kim with a touch of pride, "My Little Miss Perfect."
Ignoring the sarcasm, Kim beamed a proud smile as she made a grand sweeping gesture with her left arm to encompass the vista of the globed area the see-thru walls provided, "Welcome, Shego, to the Radically Extreme Defense Service."
Shego snorted, "REDS… of course it is… ."
She opened her mouth to say more but was interrupted by the arrival of a girl of about sixteen carrying a tray with their drinks, a creamer, and a small platter of thin cookies. She wore a gown variant of the REDS uniform, hemline an inch above the floor, long legs in red hosiery flashing from hip-high slits. The startling thing about her was her hair. At first the pale green woman took her to be another odd-woman-out like herself and Betty, her bobbed hairstyle nearly as rich a raven-black as her own. However when the teen turned to serve them after Kim, Shego saw that the front lock of hair, comprising a good fifth of her head, was a startling crimson. The second thing she took note of was the brilliant blue of her left eye, but it was the eye-patch over her right that sealed the resemblance.
Lifting her espresso and two crackers Shego asked conversationally, "Your daughter Betty? Aren't you a little above nepotism?"
"Niece," the teen corrected, "And the red streak is natural so I'm eligible for the Service." She moved on, "Aunt Betty?"
"Lily, even if they know, we're both still on duty," the older woman admonished as she lifted the remaining mug, disdaining the offered cookies. "Shego, I'd like you to meet Lily Director. As stated, my niece. What's the use of having the authority of defending the free world at your fingertips if you can't exercise a little favor mongering from time to time?"
"Not to mention," Kim added, "that 'Dirty Old Lady' on the Committee happens to be Lil's grandmom."
The green woman nearly did a spit-take. "'Lil'? 'Lil Director'??" she snarked in her full glory, "Haw‼"
"Like I've never heard that one before," the teen muttered, placing the plate of cookies on the corner of the desk and standing with tray held flat. "Anything else Commander?"
"You have Ms Go's orientation material and gear handy?" Kim nibbled a cracker.
"All I need is her full name," was the reply, turning to face the woman expectantly.
Shego looked about the expectant faces and measured her options. She really preferred to keep her real name a secret, but Director and Global Justice already knew it from her Team Go days. Which meant REDS had access to it. Which meant they were actually giving her the courtesy of providing it herself.
The real kicker, however, was the expression on Kim's face, You owe me this much… and more… .
She sighed, "Sheena Gold."
Lily's face lit up, "Any relation to Goldie Gold-Travis and The Gold Street Journal?"
Now she had the measure of the girl. An economist geek…, "My mom." She cut Lily off as her mouth started to open, "Yeah sure, I'll get you an autograph… ." It closed, an excited light behind her eye as she nodded.
"Thanks! I'll get right on finishing up your processing," Lily gushed, her gown twirling as she swept out.
"And I don't want it getting out past this room!" Shego called after her. "I'm still 'Shego' or 'Ms Go'‼"
"Yes ma'am!"
Kim's eyebrows were raised. "You mean to tell me you're independently wealthy and you chose life as a thief?? Just how rich did you need to be?"
The former villain shrugged noncommittally, "Call it a rebellious phase."
Dr Director snorted. She was already familiar with Shego's dossier but the redhead had asked her not to share. "Rebel without cause."
The teen behind the Commander's desk laughed. "Alright, Sheena… that name'll be for our 'alone time'," she winked saucily.
Which made the woman's slightly Asian eyes widen. That weekend certainly thrust her into young womanhood… and she's picked up a lot more confidence from this job… and speaking of jobs…,
"So I'm here because…," she prompted.
Betty fielded that answer, "Frankly Shego, the only condition on which Kim would take the position of commander, much less even join the service," her one eye flashed with irritation, "was for you to be at her side."
Matching olive eyes met, one with quirked eyebrows, the other half-lidded, still saucily. Kim nodded in confirmation, "I was adamant about it."
"Buuut… I'm not a redhead," Shego stated matter-of-factly. "Isn't that like, a prerequisite or something?"
Betty nodded, "Which is why, with calling in some of the combined favors owed us both, I've been empowered to commission you as Liaison to GJ and REDS' handler."
The green woman grinned. "I get to handle you?" she said to Kim with as much innuendo as she could generate.
The commander threw back an equally loaded grin and tone, "If you've been a good girl, we shall see… ."
After forty minutes of discussing the basics of the position, quickly going over her orientation package, and seeing the Global Justice leader off, Kim was giving Shego the grand tour.
The woman, who had taken the opportunity of a brief trip to the ladies room to freshen up and change into her signature patterned catsuit, was enjoying the stunned looks of some of the other staff they passed. She was uncertain what surprised them more, that of who she was, that she was the only one wearing green and black…
…Or that she was not a redhead.
"Let's start with something that should get some of your juices flowing," Kim smirked, leading them into an elevator. "Hanger Main,' she spoke to the control panel. The car slide backwards a pace before it started moving sideways.
Shego snorted, "Tempting the pilot in me Princess?"
The teen shrugged with a small smile, "What can I say? I know you."
"I…," the woman started haltingly, "I was afraid I'd never see you again."
Kim was in her face in an instant, but not to fight. She wrapped her arms about Shego's neck, pulling her down into a deep soulful kiss and the woman responded in kind. When she pulled back her eyes were half closed, a smile on her lips. "Sheena… I like that name…," she purred. "It's not that I didn't want to see you, but like I said when I last saw you I wanted… needed… to take the next couple days to work things out with Ron. Make sure he and I were still good. Only Betty snapped us up and presented me with this… responsibility…,"
"You didn't have to take it you know."
"I thought you knew me better than that by now," Kim tapped her nose playfully. "I'm a hero. I couldn't say no. Not in the wake of the alien attack."
Shego grinned, snugging her arms around the teen's waist. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess that's part of what always attracted me to you. But two and a half months?"
The redhead dropped her head onto Shego's shoulder, "The GJ psyche team felt I needed to work on some issues."
"Like?"
"A commanding officer needs to know herself completely. They helped me come fully to terms with my sexual biasing."
"Oh?"
"Apparently I'm a lesbian," she grinned up at her.
Much more relieved than she had been for the past hour, the woman chuckled and patted her butt, "Apparently so. Good for you… Commander… ."
"Mmm, good for us," Kim hugged tighter before feeling the car slow and breaking, "That is, if we're still an 'us'…?"
"Better be, after all I'm your handler."
"Yeah…!" Kim snugged once more then stood apart from the older woman.
The doors opened onto a huge enclosed space at least five times the size of the Houston Astrodome. Shego's eyebrows flew up into her raven hair line. She whistled. As long and appreciative as a construction worker at a gaggle of passing secretaries.
"Shego!" Kim's cheeks flushed, nose twitching, "Did you just have an orgasm?"
Still looking, the woman whispered, "I think maybe just a small one… ."
Kim giggled as she moved out. The new Global Justice Liaison stepped after her, eyes never leaving the center of the huge space, where a large aircraft was parked. Black with green highlights, it had wide forward swept wings attached to a body with a narrowed fuselage leading to a slightly larger command section that had a slight downward cant to it. The smooth lines gave the thing the overall impression of a giant swanlike bird ready for flight.
"Nice colors."
"Like I said, I knew you'd take the job." the girl's voice was just too damned pleased with itself. With a grand sweeping arm gesture, Kim indicated the craft, "I present to you our mobile operations platform, the Gecko… ."
"Please Commander," came a new voice. Out of the plane's shadows between the rear landing gear stepped a slender cherry blonde only a couple years older than Kim wiping her hands with a well used rag, "I wish you and everyone would refer to the SL-1200 Mark-II GEICO by it's proper designation."
Kim smiled, "It's too long E. Better get used to it cause Gecko's even in the database, and you know how Lil hates to make changes. Too much red tape." She turned to face both women. "Shego, allow me to introduce Erin Esurance, REDS' top corporate spy. We call her 'E'. Erin, Shego, our GJ liaison and handler."
"I prefer the term 'Corporate Liberties Specialist'," Erin smiled extending a hand. "So you're the JAFO, huh?"
"I know what 'thief' means Ms Esurance," Shego smirked, taking the hand. "And I E-sure you it's not my intention to be Just Another Fucking Observer."
The cherry laughed easily, "Just knowing what it means pretty much guarantees that!"
With an appreciative gesture at the topic of conversation, "GEICO?"
"Geomagnetically Empowered Inter-Continental Orbiter," a much younger voice interjected from above them. Looking up they all saw another cherry blonde, a tween of about fourteen, with slightly crossed violet eyes and a triangular stainless steel implant near the left underside of her jaw. She was hanging with her head upside down from out of one of the Gecko's opened lower ports, her long hair cascading straight down a foot. "Hiya JAFO! Once up, the Sky Loft Twelve Hundred can stay up indefinitely, her Bootstrap drivers draw their power directly from the immense electro-magnetic turbine we call the Earth."
"You too?" Erin called up, "they're called 'Boosted Trapan Turbines'!"
"Keep that up and people will call it your 'BuTT'," the younger girl stuck out her tongue.
Shego gave Kim an amused but questioning look as the two started what sounded like a very familiar argument.
The commander shrugged it off easily. "Anemone is Erin's little sister. Her last adventure, which resulted in their REDS recruitment, was to liberate her sister from a technocratic secret society. The Gecko was a bonus."
The green woman maintained the look with a 'go on' eyebrow lift.
"A'nem was born a full autistic before one day she spontaneously woke up normal with the onset of puberty. The All Solid State Insurrectionists kidnapped her to examine her brain, eventually cloning her synaptic structure into a network of bi-neural gel-packs which constitute the Gecko's control systems. Therefore she's the only one able to talk to i… ."
"Whoa wait back-up time out!" Shego T'ed her hands then pointed. "Are you telling me this aircraft is alive?"
"Alive, Self-Aware," Kim nodded, "and followed them home."
Just then a very familiar beep beep be beep sounded in the vicinity of Kim's breast.
"I know that sound," The green woman quipped.
Kim shrugged, "I'm used to the ring tone. I blame Pavlov… ." She tapped the REDS symbol on her chest, her entire bearing changing subtly into what Shego was so used to seeing and facing off against, "Commander Possible."
"Commander," a woman's voice sounded clearly, "Level Five Emergency from GJ… Commander? It's not a drill ma'am. It's live!"
"I'll be right there, two minutes."
"Aye Commander!"
Kim tapped the thing again, looking up into her handler's eyes with a feral grin. "Level Five. And on your first day on the job too!" She double-timed it back to the elevator, Shego at her side easily matching her step for step.
Suddenly Shego felt alive, "Yeah, lucky me… ."
Notes: This started on the KP Slash Haven as a challenge… *cough*by some crazy woman*cough*… with the idea to bring together every female redheaded hero, anti-hero, adventurer and what have you into one world-saving force under the mantle of our dear Kigo. As the list of redheads and their skills grew, the evil plot-bunnies overtook me…,Welp… here I yam!
At this point all of my stories share the same basic background. What that means is character motivations are pretty much the same from one of my universes to another. Kim turning evil in WPS is the significant major difference. The Rockwaller family is pretty much the same, as is Tara. The same incident that cause the fallout between Kim and Ron happens here as it did in TT!/Kim-ha'zard, but not WPS.
And as you can see, Kigo is already in full swing.
REDS starts the September after Graduation, so there has been some time for Kim to come to grips with what Kim-ha'zard initially was still in flux over. I'll get around to detailing what happened eventually, but know that Shego was the initial architect of it.
OC's in any one of my fics may and probably will show up in the others, even if slightly different to match the other differences… But as you can see the REDS series will have the largest number of cross-over, fusioned, and otherwise Love Robin-treated characters and guest stars. The only limitations in the Service are that they already be redheads in the noted shades. So far the only OCs I have among the REDS is Lil Director and maybe the Main Controller twins
Uh-oh! So help out a fellow Kigo'er down on her luck… Review review and review some more!
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