I do not own any Disney characters named herein, and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Empires
By LJ58
1
Kim rolled over, and groaned, her head spinning slightly as she realized she had moved too fast again.
"You okay, Pumpkin," Shego asked her.
"Peachy," the redhead groaned. "Remind me to never drink Melosian Wine again."
"Hey, you wanted to try it. 'Don't insult the guests,' you said. 'We have to show our willingness to try new things,' you said."
"Shego," she grumbled, her face almost as green as Shego's skin just then. "Shut up."
The quip was spiritless, and utterly without any real spark just then.
"Poor, Kimmie," Shego grinned. "Are you feeling that bad?"
"Morning, mistress. Siggy bring you meal. Roast du'uarbul, and jellied….."
Kim paled, leapt from the bed, and raced to the bathroom.
Shego smirked as she heard the unmistakable sounds from the bathroom.
"I don't think it was the wine, Kimmie. I think that was our daughter telling you she didn't like Siggy's cooking."
"I thought the Lady liked Siggy's cooking," Sigseetz pouted as best an bipedal insect could without human features, his antennae waving in apprehension.
"Not just now," Shego grinned knowing. "I think Kimmie is suffering from that timeless malady known as….."
"Shego," Kim's voice croaked from beyond the still open door. "You aren't supposed to be enjoying….."
She broke off to vomit again.
"Oh, but I am. Especially after all those….delicacies you made me try. Besides, right now, my long, fabled wisdom is holding sway."
"What fabled wisdom is that," a tall woman with silver hair and dark eyes asked as she walked into the room wearing a dark green gown.
Shego grinned as she glanced at Kim staggering out of the bathroom with a damp cloth over her face.
"That one that says, 'Better you, than me.'"
"Ah," the silver dragoness in human form nodded. "Even I know of this wisdom. Still, the mother's complaint is common to all breeders. Do not fret, it will pass quickly after you lay your egg."
"My….egg," Kim choked, looking stunned as she went to sit on the edge of the bed. "Uhm, Gryzza, humans don't lay eggs."
"You don't," she frowned. "Then how do you…..?"
"Siggy has watched educational holo-vids. Mammals like Lady Kimberly actually bear live young. After many months. No eggs. No caches. They even nurse their own young."
"How…..barbaric," the woman shuddered. "And messy."
"It's how we bond with our young," Kim grumbled. "And there's nothing wrong with bearing live young," she shot at Sigseetz.
"No. Nothing at all. Siggy is very sure many will wish to try this method themselves once the Lady sets the example for her people."
Kim threw her hands up, and fell back on the bed.
"I give up."
"Smart," Shego sniggered.
"So, what's on the agenda for today," Kim complained, finally standing up again, but pausing to eye her reflection in the mirror with a grimace.
Not quite three months, and she was already looking….pudgy.
"Don't worry, Princess. You're not fat yet," Shego quipped, coming up behind her to rub the faintly swollen mound of her abdomen easily visible through her thin gown.
"That's not reassuring," she grumbled, though she leaned back into Shego's arms.
Lady Gyrzza only smiled very, very faintly at the pair.
Even after almost a full half year in their company, she was still finding them a most peculiar, and at times irrational couple. Yet they seemed to accomplish far more than most, and she had seen them both overcome seriously daunting odds in the very short time she had known them.
The Nonaligned Worlds already feared them with a reserve usually spared only for the Great Lady Herself. By now, many knew of the M'Kandii World, and the true prophecy fulfilled by the pair's emergence, and Shego's Ascension. Half the Coalition had already rushed to see what the Earth offered them, as well as to assure M'Kandii Leaders that they were loyal followers who would never, ever, even under threat of death, ever stray.
The Lorwardians had actually calmed down for the first time in decades, and even the equally offensive Elzarqian were being unusually quiet of late.
Still, that left quite a few rogues out there that had yet to truly react, or show their hand.
Especially…..Him.
She couldn't help but shudder at the unbidden thought of One who actually spurned, and later defied the Great Lady. The One who had survived Communion, but in the end, he had gone quite mad.
Yet another reason that the Great Lady Herself forbade her daughters to try Communion themselves with those they might wish to share their lives. Even she was stunned when not only did she allow Communion with Lady Shego's apparent p'n'ch'ssa, but granted her direct Blood Communion with herself, rather than her mistress.
She had seen it herself, and was still stunned at how easily the primate had simply shrugged off the initial effects, and simply turned to follow her Lady. As if Lady Shego's will and call were enough to command even the powers of the Great Lady's Blood that had barely begun its work in her.
If she had been quiet at first, it was because she was waiting to see what be wrought in the young follower's flesh.
She knew of Vakaui, of course. The Great Lady's Hand had been with her for as long as Gyrzza had known of her. Which was quite some time. She knew him to be an indomitable spirit that cared only for their Lady, and his service to her. He would lay waste to whole worlds did she only grant him the right to avenge Her did some stray from her path, or will. Yet he would stand and wait patiently, without so much as a complaint did She not wish anything of him.
She wasn't quite so sure Lady Kimberly was going to be the patient sort.
In truth, she suspected Kimberly was trying to Ascend herself.
She was already stronger, faster, and far cannier than any of her race. Even Sigseetz confessed once that she had been quite inquisitive, and far from proper from the moment he had encountered the strange Lady of Sol-3, and her pet.
When she had ended up being the very Moon Goddess that reminded a host of races of an ancient prophecy by surviving alongside Lady Shego in very dramatic fashion, accomplishing virtual miracles yet again, even Gyrzza was astonished to hear that whole tale.
Here, she realized only then, was no common p'n'ch'ssa.
She turned and eyed the redhead already gifted with life from her Lady, and had to smile slightly more.
Here, she realized, looking on her unlikely sisters, was a true Lady in her own right. She could not help but wonder how she would yet Ascend. Or what she might become.
Whatever she was, Gyrzza knew, she would be Lady Shego's very peer.
Who was, as she admittedly confessed more than once, already equally astonishing in her own right.
"Okay, Wings," Lady Shego called her, as she had from the start, "You're creeping me out with that weird smirk now. What's on your mind?"
"Today, Ladies," she called them for the first time, assessing Lady Kimberly's reaction as the redhead just scowled at her as she remained in Shego's arms. "You have no administrative duties, but you do have an audience with your liaison who wished to discuss a matter she did not reveal to me as yet."
"Liaison," both of them echoed at first.
"Mistress Director, your political liaison," Gyrzza reminded her.
"Oh," they both murmured, and Kim sighed while Shego groaned.
"Let's see," Shego murmured, looking down at Kim. "She either wants to complain about something…."
"Or she thinks we can do something for her she doesn't want anyone else to know about," Kim predicted.
"I could not say," Gyrzza replied stiffly. "Your liaison is a most secretive woman. Even with me."
"She's like that with everyone," Shego smirked, and eyed Kim. "You get used to her. You okay, Kimmie?"
"I feel….a little better. I swear, I already love our little girl, Shego, but this….. This I could do without," she said.
"I'm pretty sure every soon-to-be momma feels that way."
"Ugh, no," Kim groaned when Shego started to kiss her. "Let me go brush first," she suggested.
Shego settled for kissing hre nose.
"You might as well get cleaned up, and ready to go. We can go see Bets, get her out of the way, and then spend the day deciding where we want to finally build that house you want."
"Well….."
"Not in Middleton," she growled, knowing that look.
"I wasn't….."
"Kimmie, I love you, but you are as transparent as glass sometimes," she chortled, shoving her toward the bathroom again.
Kim glowered, but it was a weak expression, and they both knew it as she moved wearily toward the bathroom.
Shego suspected that would last about another ten, maybe twenty minutes. Then her little 'moon goddess' would be buzzing with energy, and wanting to try to do everything at once again. A morning person, Kim was not.
KP
"You see the problem, don't you?"
"Not really," Wade declared as he looked down at Betty from the monitor.
"Neither do I," Ron declared, sitting across the room, feet crossed as he looked up from where he meditated in the corner of the office.
What unnerved Betty was he tended to levitate when he did, and he had already stunned more than a few aides who had come in that morning to see the monkey-master floating four foot in the air, surrounded by a pale blue aura.
Just now, he sit on the floor again, but he was doing something with his hands that suggested he was manipulating something only he could see with those eerily glittering eyes that the head of Global Justice knew were supposed to be hazel. Not a shimmering blue.
Betty sighed as she glanced between them.
"Look. So far, Shego and Kimberly have kept a….residence here in New York."
"They just don't like it," Wade added.
"They're talking about building a palace!"
"That's actually Gyrzza," Wade sighed.
"It's expected," Ron remarked, having adapted to his best friend since forever's new status at the side of the most unlikely cosmic VIP in all history. "Even I get that one."
Betty sighed again.
"Look. While they are here, they are more easily….."
"Controlled," Wade suggested with a hint of sarcasm.
"No! Watched, maybe, but we all know that no one is ever going to truly control either of those women. My point, gentlemen is that New York is the heart of all socio-economic business for the nation, and much of the world. With the U.N. gaining a new preeminence as their ambassadors now do double duty fronting and vetting our…..off world guests, we can more easily contain, and watch for any threats from any front. If they shift locations, a great deal of that guest list follows them….."
"I get it. It's politics," Ron declared, now rising to his feet, his eyes back to hazel. No blue shimmers at all. "Someone wants to keep the money and power right here where they think they get a bigger piece of the pie."
Betty resisted the urge to swear.
"Ronald. Wade. My point is we have more ready resources on tap to help contain any threat that might come up. From any source. If they move….wherever, it'll be harder to monitor, or contain those threats. Especially with the steady surge of incoming guests from….out of town."
"Look, Dr. Director," Wade cut her off. "I get it. I do. But in the end, it's not about safety. Theirs, or anyone elses. I've already picked up more than a hundred messages between Wall Street and D.C. complaining over the potential negative impact if Kim shifts their 'galactic capital,' as they put it, somewhere else. Even the mayor of New York is billing the city as a 'Cosmic Times Square' these days. I think, though, we both know that this kind of fame has never been Kim's thing. She hates that kind of publicity. She hates being exploited even more."
"And then there's Shego," Ron added.
"And then there's Shego," Wade echoed. "Do you really want to tell her she can't do something. Especially when all she's done lately is do whatever Kim wants, when she wants it."
"That's also part of what concerns me. I'm still not sure about this….pregnancy. We've had a dozen cults spring up over her sudden conception, and more than a few religious fanatics all trying to claim the child belongs to their faith."
"Let me guess, you haven't bothered to tell Kim about that one," Ron asked.
"How can I? I am trying to maintain a delicate balance here, and this sudden desire to build a private home in the middle of nowhere….."
"Hardly the middle of nowhere," Kim drawled, and Betty swung around to see the woman standing there with Shego, Gyrzza, and of course Sigseetz at her side.
Betty resisted the urge to groan. Still, at least Team Go was left at home this time.
"Kimberly. I didn't expect you so soon."
"I guessed," the redhead nodded, eyeing Ron, and then spotting Wade. "Hey, Wade. You get the zoning clearance we need yet?"
"Clearance," Shego asked suspiciously.
"No problem, Kim," the young man smiled. "When they heard who it was for, they wanted to donate the land, and all building supplies."
"Kimmie," Shego asked.
"Well, it was going to be a surprise, but….. I did finally decide where I want to build," she told Shego, looking far from sickly now after she got her breakfast down, and chose to run the fourteen blocks from their penthouse to the office block near the U.N. where Betty held court for Lady Shego.
"Where," Shego scowled.
"Not Middleton," she said, pouting. "Honestly, you are so….."
"Where," Shego demanded.
"It's not actually in town. It's more like…."
"Kimmie, I swear….."
"It's outside Upperton. Fifty acres of prime, wooded acreage that was….sitting there. I thought it would be perfect. Room for a nice house, and plenty of space to let our daughter play."
Shego glowered, but eyed her as she considered that fledgling pout.
"Well, I guess it's better than Go City," she admitted, which was Hego's first suggestion when he learned they were looking to establish a permanent home. "So, what do we need?"
"Well, I asked Wade to look into zoning laws, and getting the permits and clearances we would need for….. Well, everything."
"Like I said," Wade remarked at that point as Shego looked toward the monitor where he was grinning back. "The local city council couldn't sign the permits fast enough when they heard it was for you."
"I'll bet. I suppose they think they'll be selling tickets, or something?"
"No," Wade told Shego. "I made absolutely sure they understood this was to be a private residence, and all official business would be conducted at your new headquarters being refurbished in the downtown quarter."
"Say what," Shego sputtered.
"Surprise," Kim smiled weakly.
"You….."
"I thought…. If we had our own….place of business….. We could leave all the usual people behind," she said, both of them knowing what she meant. They had waded through over a hundred people in the lobbies below all wanting to sell something, offer something, or just make some kind of connection with the new 'Team Possible.' If there was a scam, or an angle, someone out there was trying to offer it, and some of them weren't low rent. Some came from very high offices.
"Well, I do like getting away from the posers….."
"And as I was just pointing out. It leaves you very vulnerable without proper security….."
"Actually, we shall have proper security in place within the week. While there is a backlog, I have finally managed to secure Lady Shego a proper honor guard who will oversee her personal security under any and all circumstances," Gyrzza informed Betty.
"When you say proper," Shego began.
"She means the lupines, Shego," Kim told her. "Didn't you notice? They seem to serve all the Ladies that belong to the Coalition."
"Naturally. They are sworn to the Great Lady's cause, and are not only pilots, and sentries, but teachers, healers, or if necessary, soldiers."
"That sounds….great," Kim flattered when she looked at Shego. "Right? It does sound great?"
Shego considered the big wolf men, and then eyed the one-eyed agent staring hard at her.
"Why not? Sounds better than keeping all those blue-suited storm troopers around."
"I do not employ storm troopers," Betty growled.
Shego only smirked.
"Of course, I will expect my public liaison to stay with us," Shego suddenly declared. "After all, you have become the face of my new….regime," Shego told her.
Betty's jaw dropped, and she just stared at the green-skinned woman.
"Are you saying….?"
"Yep, you're hired. So, what did you want to chat about today, Bets? Snap, snap. Me and Kimmie want to go over the blueprints for our new house before we get started on….everything else."
Betty slapped a hand over her face, wondering when things had gotten so far out of her control.
"I'll just leave you to chat," Wade said, hiding a smirk as he vanished when the monitor went blank.
"And I do have that mission you just handed me," Ron added. "I just hope Warwuff remembers we take captives this time," he grimaced.
"What," Kim squeaked.
"Joking," Ron laughed. "Well, mostly."
"Ron," she sputtered as he walked out, leaving her staring after him.
"Warwuff is going on missions now?"
"He seemed very interested in missions when he realized Ron was…..ah…..your enforcement arm, the way he interprets it," Betty said, and sat down heavily in the chair behind a desk loaded with paperwork.
Shego pretended to sift some of the papers, and just eyed the stacks before shaking her head, and turning away.
"So, big, green, and dimwitted is actually backing monkey-boy. Bet Bon-Bon loves that one."
"Actually….. Never mind," Betty said. "Listen, the reason I called you here….."
She froze at Gyrzza's expression, and sighed not for the first time that morning.
Or even that week.
"Or rather….requested an audience," she amended, the silver-haired woman relaxing as she nodded approvingly now, "Is not only because of my concerns over your move. My people have not found any new dissident agents on the planet, or even in the system as a whole lately."
"We knew that much," Shego nodded.
"Well, we picked up a signal from the Huqaan yesterday. They were transmitting from another nearby star system, conferring with the Elzarqian again."
"Squids," Gyrzza muttered sourly.
"What she said," Shego huffed. "What now?"
"Nothing definite, but the wording suggested something was in the works. Something big. They kept mentioning something they called….The Fallen. Mean anything to you?"
Gyrzza actually paled now, and stepped forward.
"You are certain of this? They called him so?"
"You know what they mean?"
"As should you," Gyrzza spat at Betty. "Recall what we have said of the Great Lady, and the few that have taken direct Blood Communion with her."
"Right. Kim was only the third. There was her….Hand. And then the one that went mad."
"Mad, yes. He is more than that, though. He is powerful, and driven to undermine all the Great Lady, and her Coalition stand for in the federated galaxies. It was he who formed the unlikely union of nonaligned worlds. He who aimed the Lorwardians at Earth, hoping to forestall the rise of Lady Shego. We suspect he was also involved in the attempted destruction of the M'Kandii seedling."
"So, he's a bad guy," Shego said quietly.
"One that shares our power, with none of our inhibitions," Gyrzza reminded her. "He would like to see the galaxies ripped apart by chaos. He feeds on despair, and encourages genocide. He is….truly insane."
"So, what's his plan?"
Betty eyed Shego, and stated bluntly, "To kill you."
To Be Continued…..
