I do not own KND, please review and let me know what you think.
Numbuh 362, supreme commander of the Kids Next Door, stood upon the observation deck of the moon base and gazed at Earth. She spent so much time working and commanding that she rarely ever got a moment like this anymore, much less to experience the gravity and air that the planet offered.
She took a breath and closed her eyes, savoring the silence of the deserted deck. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and turned her attention away from the planet, to the stars. The KND had recently begun to spread its reaches beyond the orbit of the moon, landing a few manned outposts on Mars.
These outposts were little more then listening posts at the moment. However within a month or so they would be fully operational bases and the KND's control over Mars would be complete.
For a moment, Rachel wondered what lay beyond the red planet for the KND. She quickly turned her attention away from this. It was not wise to make plans for territory you had no way to control yet. Instead she turned to managing what she had now.
The KND fleet had been boosted extensively in both numbers and tech since the thievery of teen and adult technology. Even now, on the plains of the lunar surface, new ships were under construction. Training had been boosted at the arctic training base, producing new soldiers and sailors to occupy the ships.
So effective was this new tech and training against adult oppression that very few of the villains the KND fought reared their heads anymore. Even Father, their ultimate enemy, hesitated and thought twice before engaging the KND these days.
The supreme commander grinned slightly as she thought back to Father's last attempt to build an ice cream cake super weapon in Earth's orbit. A single KND fleet division had sent the weapon off its axis and plummeting into Earth's atmosphere.
Now she watched as a small cluster of ships left from the moon and sailed toward the Earth. These ships didn't look like standard 2X4 technology, patched together from various junkyard equipment. Instead they looked like legit space ships, each one of them having a name painted in large white letters along the bow.
These ships that she watched now were frigates. They were somewhat smaller compared to the larger cruisers and carriers in the fleet, but they still packed a punch with heavy auto cannons along the sides as well as missiles for engaging larger ships.
The armed forces of the KND had started to adopt a uniform to go along with all these advancements, but anything united was still a long ways off.
"Maim, a listening station on Mars reports picking something up, a signal of sorts from Jupiter," said one of her aids, breaking the peace and quiet upon the deck.
"Anything else to report?" she asked. A moment of silence followed before the aid spoke again.
"Yes. Numbuh 1508, Admiral Fisher, has repositioned his fleet in preparation to sail to Mars. He believes that we need ships and personal to fully secure the planet," said the aid. Rachael sighed before rubbing her temple with her fingertips. Fisher was a bit of a rouge, and he always-suspected trouble on the edges of KND controlled territory.
"Tell him to hold position and not to leave lunar orbit," she said to her aid, who saluted before leaving the deck. She sighed again, looking back toward the planet.
"Bit of a coincidence, a signal coming from the Jovian area, don't you think?" came a sudden question. Rachel jumped in shock, having not expected the voice. She turned and took notice of her most trusted friend, Nigel Uno, otherwise known as Numbuh One melting out of the shadows.
"I wouldn't know," she said. Numbuh One strode forward and stood next to her, watching the fleet as well.
"You do know what is out there right?" he asked. Rachel shook her head again before taking off her unique helmet.
"I don't know, Nigel. I've had so much on my plate with everything going on there could be an entire alien race out there on our doorstep and I wouldn't know it," she said, stress and exhaustion evident on her voice. Numbuh One placed his hand on her shoulder as a means of comfort.
"Don't worry about it Rachel. I'm sure that whatever it is, its nothing we can't handle," he said. The supreme commander smiled slightly at this.
"Thanks Nigel. I'd better get back to work," she said before turning and walking off the deck. Numbuh One turned and looked at the Earth, instantly regretting what he had just done. If what was giving off that signal was what he thought it was, he deeply hoped that time had been in favor of the KND.
Bridge of Absolute Justice. In orbit around Jovian moon Io.
The sound of metal boots clanking on a metal deck sounded as a large humanoid figure approached another, its face and head hidden by a dark blue glass that extended up from its suit of armor.
"What is your command, Fleet Master?" came a male voice that was slightly muffled and distorted. The teenager he spoke to; who was equally as tall, wore a dress uniform rather then armor.
"For generations, we've been banished here to these frozen moons in the shadow of Jupiter, my friend. With this signal being broadcasted from Io, we will be able to draw their fleet from Earth and smash it," he said. The man in the armor titled his head slightly.
"What do you command?" he asked. A smile crept across the Fleet Master's face.
"We sail for the red planet. Tell the fleet that all teenagers shall have their revenge, and then they shall reclaim what is rightfully theirs," he said. The armored soldier turned away and the Fleet Master continued to watch. For a very long time he had waited for this moment, for his fleet and people to reclaim what was theirs.
The Absolute Justice turned and began to follow as the rest of the fleet began to sail away from Jupiter. The ships were painted a dark blue, almost a purple color. All of them were massive in size, even though some were bigger then others. At least three smaller battle cruisers surrounded the super carrier that was the Absolute Justice.
They were ready at last. Their weapons were more advanced then anything on Earth or in the KND arsenal. The Absolute Justice's armor and shielding was more then enough to withstand a direct hit from a nuclear warhead, although the same couldn't be said for the smaller ships. Even the armor the ground troops wore was enough to stop more then one bullet.
Turning away from the scene, the Fleet Master walked into the bowels of the ship, twisting and turning before he arrived at his destination. Below him lay several pits, in each one a pair of male teens fought with different weapons. This was what was known as the dueling deck, a place for several teens to work off their anger issues with each other, while others placed bets on the fights.
The Fleet Master took interest in one particular pit, where two bare chested males circled each other. Each one held a lit duel bladed plasma sword, strongly resembling the energy sword from Halo. After a moment, they swung at each other. Sparks and crackles filled the air as the plasma from both weapons made contact.
Bursts of lights shined from the pit as the two blades made contact. It looked like a welder had been put to work between the two as they fought. After a bit, one of them leapt into the air and landed behind the other before slicing across his opponent's back. He wasted no time in driving the blade through the abdomen of his opponent while his back was arched.
The smell of burnt flesh filled the air as the impaled teen tried to grab at the twin towers of light producing from his stomach before he died. The victor yanked his blade free of the dead teen and gave off a yell before deactivating his blade, honoring his defeated opponent.
The Fleet Master nodded in approval when he saw this. It was teen custom to honor an enemy who fought well, even if you had killed him. Turning away from the scene, he wondered if any formidable enemies would be encountered in the upcoming war. Rather then worry about that at the moment, he made his way to his cabin for supper, settling to have one last meal during a time of peace.
He knew deep down that revenge against the kids and adults would be well savored by many in the fleet. Even he himself eagerly awaited the bloodshed that was to come.