As I work on Galactic Endgame, I find myself working on this. KND: Prospectors.
KND Moon Base: Months before KND: Civil War
A 2x4 helicopter landed in one of the Moon Base's landing bays. The crew of the helicopter disembarked, earning many glares from various other operatives. A normal sector usually consisted of five operatives; however, this sector was anything but normal. If asked by one out of their ranks, the answer would be that of seven operatives, however, the sector made it clear, they were eight. However, by their numbers there only appeared to be seven operatives present.
"Why'd the atmosphere tense?" an operative with KNDefense armor asked an operative the number 99 on the side of his helmet.
"The 'freaks' showed up, that's why." Numbuh 99 rolled his eyes as he continued to work on his D.O.H.D.O.H. "Just remember kid, you don't hang out with them and you'll be fine."
Operatives cast either glares or questionable glances at the group. They were 'freaks' to them, the out casts that were no good. The team had been formed from operatives from other sectors, operatives who alone faced the glares and glances such as now alone.
The leader carried a helmet in his hand, a modified standard KND helmet with a bullet hole in between the visor. The side of the helmet had the number '721' written on duct tape.
Not one of the operatives spoke as they entered a broom closet with the word 'Prospectors' written on the door.
Many operatives watched as the team entered the broom closet, questioning how they all could fit in what appeared to be a normal broom closet.
"I hope they never come back out." An operative shook his head as he and many others glared at the broom closet.
"They're a disgrace to everything the Kids Next Door stands for." said another operative.
"Good, the 'freaks' are back in their holding pen." An operative with the number '58' on the side of her helmet smirked.
Within the broom closet, despite how it appeared on the outside, was large room with bunk beds, a wall with weapons on it, file cabinets, desks with various gizmos and contraptions, a port hole showing the void of outer space and a wall with several mementos from several other operatives past.
The leader walked to the wall, taking in the sight of various other items belonging to operatives whom he considered family. "I wish you all were still here…" the leader said as he added the helmet to the wall. "Let it be known that we rode into the valley together, that we walked out looking back to what we lost along the way."
The leader looked to find a hand on his right shoulder. "We will never forget them, even when faced with decommissioning."
"We didn't know most…" a younger voice belonging to an eight year old kid who was connected by the shoulder to his twin began. "…But we wish we could've." finished the other twin.
"They stayed the course…" an operative with folded up propeller weapons said standing between the Siamese twins and the leader. "...they were family to me."
"T-They, t-they, t-they…they were true friends." A paranoid kid stuttered as he stood beside the one handed kid.
"They were true…they weren't fake." A kid carrying a modified S.C.C.A.M.P. said lowering his head as he stood beside the paranoid kid.
"May they never grow old…" the leader said as the team took in the numbers under the items, C4, 3:16, C-130, 5-10, and now 721. The team dispersed to handle other matters, leaving the leader to gaze at the wall. "…See you later guys…see you later…"
The leader left the wall, heading to his bunk, the bunk with the number '2030' at the end. The leader lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Children everywhere, how've ya been." The kid with one hand said smirking, catching the attention of his team mates. "I've vowed my service to the KND."
The leader smiled as he picked up after his one handed friend. "If I turn thirteen please decommission me."
"I've promised to protect all of kid kind." The left conjoined twin said smiling.
"To fight off all adult tyranny." The right conjoined twin smirked.
"I'd soil myself rather than being a teen." The kid with the modified S.C.C.A.M.P smirked.
"I say, KND all the way." The boy with propeller weapons smiled as he continued the chant.
"I-I s-say, KND all the way." The paranoid kid stuttered.
"KND all the way." The team said in unison, finishing the chant they all learned in Arctic Training.
The leader smiled before something caught his attention at the edge of his eye. The leader turned his head to see a star shining out of the port hole. "KND all the way…" the leader said as low as a whisper.