Well here it is, my first Christmas special, this is mainly gonna be focused on developing some of my OC characters so not a lot in the way of canon characters here. Personally I think that there are just way too many Christmas specials that focus totally on sector V or all the canon characters in general and to be fair there was an entire KND christmas special aired for them. Also on another note due to finals this week and general laziness on my part there is a good chance the next chapter of this story won't come out before Christmas, so sorry in advance. Any way, thats that and here's the first chapter of my christmas story.
Location: Near San Francisco, California- KND sector CA
Time: 1 year before X-Day
Numbah 141 trudged trudged along the water soaked sidewalk as blankets of rain drops fell from the sky. Schmitt grumbled to himself as he trudged on, he'd only been walking for 3 minutes and was already soaked despite the yellow poncho he wore. He carried a thick, heavy, water proof sack over his shoulder, which only made his progress slower. In the street, cars zipped by, each one causing a huge splash every time it plowed through a particularly deep puddle.
One such splash rose up like a tidal wave to his right before drenching him in an avalanche of water. He shivered and pressed on, muttering, "friggin adults", under his breath. He looked up to the sky and watched the rain fall for a brief second before sighing and moving on, "next time, I'm asking for a post on the east coast, they don't have to deal with this crap." He continued muttering to himself, drawing looks from the few people that still walked the street, "its winter for god's sake, Christmas almost, why oh why can't we ever get a little snow out here, lord knows it gets cold enough."
Finally, after about ten minutes of walking, he reached his destination, Sector CA's treehouse. Entering the elevator concealed in the trunk, he shook off the water from his poncho and pressed the button for the main deck. As the elevator rose up the tree, Schmitt took a second to check the condition of the contents of the sack. He sighed in relief, "dry as a desert, I should ask Numbah 34-4 to make some more of these." The elevator dinged as it reached the top and he stepped out onto the main deck of the treehouse ready to change out of his poncho, when he was promptly shot in the face by an ice-cream pistol.
"Ooooh snap, sorry Numbah 141", said Numbah 1918, grimacing. Numbah 2552, who had been passing by with a box of ornaments, winced as their Sector Commander slowly wiped globs of ice cream off of his face. Numbah 1918 tried to crack a smile, "no hard feelings right Jaque?" Schmitt turned slowly to stare at the target taped next to the door behind him, then just as slowly, dropped his leather bag and began to crack his knuckles, "Jonathan", he said in a menacing voice, "I'm gonna count to zero." Jonathan bolted. Schmitt ran after him yelling out things too graphic to be written in a T-rated fanfic.
Numbah 2552, as well as Numbahs 34-4 and 652, who had all been decorating the tree at the time, started cracking up. "Ya know", Fritz managed, despite a burst of chuckles, "he really should have learned his lesson by now." Numbah 34-4, still laughing shrugged and took the box of ornaments Fritz was holding, "he never learns, heck remember last week, Jaque was twice as angry." "Oh I've gotta hear this", exclaimed Numbah 652 as she slid down from the ladder, "what happened?" Numbah 34-4 giggled, "oh that's right you had tutoring that day, okay Jaque's fixing up the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. when..."
"GANGWAY!", interrupted Numbah 1918 as he ran through the small group. Schmitt followed close behind, "I'M GONNA RIP OUT YOUR SPLEEN AND ROAST IT ON A SPIT YOU SUMP MAGGOT SPAWN OF A RAINBOW MONKEY!" "HEY", shouted Numbah 652, indignantly, "you leave rainbow monkeys out of this!" "Sorry Sophie", called Schmitt over his shoulder as he ran out of the room. Sophie sighed heavily, "boys, I swear." "Whats wrong with boys", exclaimed Numbah 2552 angrily, "well besides the fact you're all indecent, violent animals...", replied Sophie snidely. The two started arguing, meanwhile Numbah 34-4 just rolled his eyes and went back to decorating the tree.
He was just about to put the star on when the main computer started beeping. Numbah 34-4 sighed, "just as I was about to finish", he put down the star and walked over to the computer. In the background he could still hear Fritz and Sophie arguing and in the distance Schmitt's barely audible threats could be heard ringing throughout the treehouse followed by Jonathan's muffled screaming. He sighed again and cracked a grin, just another average day in sector CA. The main computer was flashing that "Incoming Transmission" screen so Numbah 34-4 hit the receive button and was fairly surprised when a picture of Numbah 362 popped on screen.
He snapped off a quick salute, "evening sir, what seems to be the problem?" "No problem Numbah 34-4, I'm just calling to check when you guys plan on making it up here for the annual Christmas party", replied Numbah 362 in a nonchalant tone, "your sector was in charge of bringing the ice cream this year, remember?" Numbah 34-4 winced, "oooh, right. Gimme just a sec." He turned away from the screen and yelled down the hall, "HEY JAQUE, YOU DID GET THE ICE CREAM, RIGHT?" A very angry voice shouted back, "WHAT'D YOU THINK THE SACK WAS FOR!" "JUST CHECKING", shouted back Numbah 34-4, he was about to turn back when another voice shouted, "HEY, CODY, WOULD YA MIND TELLING HIM TO BACK OFF, HE'S GOT A S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R.!" "OH CRAM UP JONATHAN AND STAND STILL", shouted back Schmitt, "NO I'M NOT GONNA STAND STILL, WHY DON'T YOU JUST CALM... HEY WATCH IT!"
Cody heard a loud thwack followed by a muffled curse and then, "GET BACK HERE YOU COWARD, YOU HAD THIS COMING!" Numbah 34-4 face palmed and slowly turned back to the computer, "we might be a little late sir." Numbah 362 cracked a small grin, "so I can hear, take all the time you need, just get here eventually." "You got it sir", replied Cody, before cutting the transmission. An irritable expression spread across his face as he stomped back to where Fritz and Sophie were still arguing. Putting his foot down on a nearby crate, he yelled, "come on you two get it in gear, you heard the Supreme Leader, we've got a job to do!" "Not until Sophie admits that boys aren't stupid and that girls are not the smartest beings on the planet", replied Fritz in an indignant tone. "Numbah 86 would agree with me if she was here", shot back Sophie, equally indignant. "Of course 86 would agree with you, she's a totally biased snot!", countered Fritz.
Cody snapped, "BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP OR SO HELP ME I WILL CUT YOUR CANDY RATIONS FOR A MONTH!" Fritz and Sophie clammed up immediately, "that's better", sighed Cody, "now unless you both want to be living off of brussel sprouts and cabbage for the next month, I suggest you go and ready a S.C.A.M.P.E.R. for our trip to the Moonbase." The two operatives complied, grumbling as they made their way out of the room towards the hanger. A few minutes later, Schmitt and Jonathan walked into the room, Jonathan looking a bit worse for ware, but was still on his feet. Good, thought Cody, last time he got that angry, Jonathan couldn't stand for hours without support, I guess he went easy on him this time. "Whats up", asked Schmitt, as though he hadn't been in a mad rage only seconds earlier.
He sunk into one the chairs positioned around the treehouse's central chamber and yawned deeply. "Well Numbah 362 called, she wanted to know when we'd be up at Moonbase with the ice cream", relayed Cody. "Well now that discipline has been dispensed", replied Schmitt, shooting Jonathan a look, who in turn, huffed and walked over to another chair, "we should be able to leave now. Where are Sophie and Fritz?" "They left to get a ship ready after I threatened to take away their candy rations", stated Cody. Schmitt narrowed his eyes, "really Cody, I know your our Soda Snacks and Treats Officer, but don't you think that's kind of extreme?"
"Says the Sector Commander who just beat up and chased his combat specialist all over the treehouse for getting a bit of ice cream on him", shot back Cody. Schmitt sighed and then cracked a grin, "touché." He stretched and then jumped up out of his chair and walked towards the door, "well what are we waiting for then, there's a party going on and I don't intend to spend the night here." Cody began to follow Schmitt, but the the Sector Commander called over his shoulder, "and Cody, grab that sack of ice cream. I don't think Jonathan's in any shape to carry it all the way to the hanger." Cody took one look at Jonathan and went back to get the sack. As he passed by the battered operative he said, "you really should stop provoking him you know."
Jonathan grimaced, "I know I know", he replied and sulked out of the room after Schmitt. He caught up to him about half way down the hall, well out of ear shot of the central chamber. By this time, Schmitt had relaxed back into his usual state of self confident relaxation. When Jonathan caught up to him, he gave him another look and said, "you can lose the gait, till we get to hanger." Jonathan glared at him, "you think this is pretending?! You literally kicked the crap out of my leg, it hurts just to walk on this thing!" Schmitt groaned and extended a hand; Jonathan began slowly floating across the ground, feet barely touching the floor.
"There is that better", Schmitt asked with barely concealed irritation. Jonathan rolled his eyes, "mildly, yes. Next time don't be so rough!" "Next time don't shoot me in the face with one of those craptastic weapons after I've spent four hours slogging it out in the rain among the adults", snapped Schmitt, "I'm really starting to miss flying cars right now."
Jonathan laughed, "wasn't it your idea to walk to the store? What was it you said? 'More scenic that way', hah!" Schmitt glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, "I can drop you you know." Jonathan groaned, "understood sir." "Good", exclaimed Schmitt, "thankfully though, things are proceeding faster than expected. After tonight we won't have to keep this charade up anymore."
Jonathan sighed, "so you've finally decided to tell them?" "Yes", replied Schmitt, "I have, its been half a year since Numbah 1 disappeared and though I have heard rumors as to his whereabouts, I am still no closer to finding out who orchestrated his abduction. So yes I believe it is time for the others to know. The more we wait, the less they'll trust us when the time comes." Jonathan twiddled his thumbs behind his back as he floated onward, "I suppose the main reason you insisted on going to this party is because you need make contact with the Federation, correct?"
Now it was Schmitt's turn to grimace, "I'm overdue, Alexi's gonna be wondering why I haven't called in over half a year, I really should install a com device at the treehouse, but I just don't feel comfortable leaving Federation tech like that just lying out in the open." "I get it", replied Jonathan, "and telling the others would make it easier to keep certain 'sensitive items' at the treehouse as well." He bit his lower lip in thought, then asked, "what are you doing about the invasion?" Schmitt groaned and laced his fingers behind his back, "I still don't have enough sway with 362 to get things rolling, as for the invasion itself, I need to check in with HighCom on how its progressing. We haven't reached the tipping point just yet though, I have enough pull with the High Council to keep Arthurs' plans in check."
They reached the hanger where Numbah 2552 and 652 awaited them, the two operatives were just finishing the systems check on the sector's S.C.A.M.P.E.R. Schmitt immediately dropped Jonathan gently back onto his feet, "keep up appearances for tonight", whispered Schmitt, "afterwards we'll have a little sit down with the others about the future." "Got it", replied Jonathan, and began limping over to the ship, "and try to have fun tonight", remarked Schmitt. Jonathan stopped and turned around, a wry grin on his face, "that goes double for you, sir." Schmitt sighed, chin up Jaque, you've got a job to do, he thought, as he headed over to the ship, I should really try and relax a little tonight though, like anythings gonna happen on Christmas eve. Taking strength in that thought, he walked out to join the rest of his sector.
Father's Mansion
Father sat in his massive arm chair, reviewing the video feeds from the numerous monitors positioned around his dais. He smiled thinly as he saw the ships of numerous KND sectors take off and head for the Moonbase. He swung around in his chair and instinctively grasped for his pipe which usually rested on the table next to his chair. It of course, wasn't there, having been stolen by Numbah 1 half a year earlier. He snarled and swiped the table aside with one hand, I really should have gotten past that phase already, he thought to himself. Rising out of his chair, he pressed down the button on the intercom and said, "Delightful Children, order the villains to ready their ships for launch." "Yes Father", came the eerie, almost mechanical response. Father smiled as he walked through the corridors of his mansion toward the landing pad outside. Finally after half a years worth of preparation he would lay his hands on the obnoxious little brat who had stolen his treasured pipe. Christmas or no Christmas Nigel Uno, I'm coming for you!
And thats all for Chapter 1, a little insight into life in sector CA before the war and the beginning of Fathers mad quest to recover his pipe and find Numbah 1. I'll be finishing this story before Christmas, but until then, goodnight!
