Prologue
The Conqueror-class light cruiser hung motionless behind the planet's single moon having slid into a geosynchronous orbit after emerging from FTL. Sensor drones, the size of softballs, flew from its forward launch tubes and spread themselves around the cerulean planet beyond their concealment.
/Sensor net deployed my Lord/
Warhok carefully readjusted the medical monitor clamped around his forearm in annoyance as the thing shot him with another dose of something unspeakably calming. He did :not: need something calming at this, the culmination of months of preparation after his ignominious defeat at the hands of that Earthling male-child. The emergency transport device had saved both his and Warmonga's life. A trick that, had he been merely another of the Empire's soldiers, would not have allowed him the chance to...correct...this little bit of theater.
/Status of their rebuilding effort?/ he bit off.
/Progress far beyond what their previous technological base suggests my Lord/ whispered a sweating subaltern.
/Explanation?/
The subaltern made several adjustments to his readout. /There appears to be a high concentration of Lowardian power sources and technological systems in use around the planet, highly concentrated on the smaller of the northern continents my Lord. I'm putting it up on the main now my Lord/
A map of what the natives called North America shimmered into existence above the main plot tank. Icons detailing the Lowardian technological pieces being used danced on the map as the sensor net made on-the-fly adjustments. A particularly dense blot of icons covered an area he knew with all too familiarity: Middleton Colorado, home to both the red-headed witch who defeated Warmonga thrice and that blond-headed male-child who had attempted to end his and his mate's life.
/Begin DNA scanning for the lifeforms I have just transferred to your station/
/At once my Lord/ gulped that same, very nervous, subaltern.
/I will be with my spouse. Do not disturb me until you have located and isolated those two subjects!/ snarled Warhok as he stalked into the bridge transporter and disappeared.
The subalterns comprising the bridge crew released their collective breaths once sure he was not coming back.
The science station officer stretched and looked over at the much older man sitting in place of the normal security chief. Making sure that the automated scans were underway, he pushed off and strolled over to the security station.
/Why are we here again Captain?...and not on our way back to Lowardia for proper debriefing, punishment, and reassignment?/ he whispered.
The ship's former captain glanced around and pressed a button on his console. /Because, son/ and he rolled his eyes suggestively /a relative of the sitting Emperor, even one so removed as our illustrious commander, cannot be allowed to return after a debacle such as this. His wife was defeated in honorable combat at least twice by the same alien woman, he was rendered helpless and unconscious by a male of the same species, and lost a capital ship attempting to cover up his spouse's dishonor. Any other man would be sentenced to the Arenum for even one of those things. Warmonga herself should have been decommissioned and readjusted for population growth on a colony world when she first returned in defeat from that ridiculous quest for the "Great Blue". No, I'm more worried about all you first-year subs/. He shook his head.
The young subaltern in front of him snapped his mouth closed. /Sir? Why is that? We have been following orders from a member of the royal family!/
The captain placed both of his hands on the sub's shoulders. /Son, I don't know how many of us are going to be allowed to live to see home again, much less attempt to explain our role in this/.
The subaltern turned puce. /He's going to kill us sir?/
The aged officer nodded. /He cannot have any witnesses to dispute a version of the story that leaves out those defeats. Speak to your yearmates. Find out who you can trust. I may have a way out of this for all of us, but we need to move quickly once the commanders leave the ship. Can you do this quietly?/
The sub nodded. As he was about to say something else, his console chirped.
/Subjects identified and located. Anomalies exist./ intoned the female computer voice.
The sub rushed back over to his console as all activity stopped on the bridge.
/List anomalies in order and preferred solution/ he said.
/Male subject cannot be localized due to technological interference not currently evidenced by this species. Last scanned location, archipelago off the southeastern shores of the largest norther hemisphere continent. Solution: report immediately to sector commanders to raise general alarm as this shows high probability of imminent danger to the Empire./
/Computer. Record. Recommendation forwarded to the ship's commander. End Record. List next anomaly./
/Female subject localized. Currently at/near known energy signatures. Anomaly. Such energy signatures cannot exist outside of Emperor's domain. Solution: requires more input parameters./
The subaltern rubbed his head. /Computer. Remove known location restriction of energy signatures and re-analyze./
/Working....working....working....working./
The sub started to lean back in his chair, figuring the computer was going to take some time to work out the quandary when he and the other bridge crew were scared out of their seats by an alarm klaxon and a new computer voice, this one masculine.
/Zou particle detection. Omega clearance personnel to the bridge. Repeat Zou particle detection in progress. Unauthorized personnel on ship will be transferred to detention hold in 10 seconds. Repeat.../ the voice droned on.
The wizened captain watched in dawning horror as his crew disappeared one by one into the green flashes of the transporter.
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Warhok stared down at the glistening off-green back of his wife as he dug his fingers into her hips and began pounding harder. Warmonga responded with renewed gasps as she was pushed further into the sleeping surface as she tried to arch back to meet his renewed vigor.
The sounds of flesh slapping turned to grunting and moaning as Warmonga's nipples were dragged back and forth across the abrasive thermal covering of the mattress. These turned quickly to yips then yelps, then, with one massive push back, she howled out her release and collapsed on her forearms.
Warhok was not quite finished. Without breaking rhythm, he reached down and grabbed a large handful of her hair and used it as additional leverage to increase the friction he needed to release. Warmonga cried out as her head was jerked back at such an unnatural angle. Warhok released her hair and slapped one of her cheeks hard.
/After three defeats and the embarrassment of your self-indulgent quest for this "Great Blue" who tricked you into serving him as you would me!...you thought to withhold our marriage bed?/ he snarled.
/I will not tolerate disobedience in my women. When we return to Lowardia, you will retire to bear my children thus ensuring more royal heirs and I will find a new woman to warm my bed!/ each word punctuated by another slap.
As he was raising a now-clenched fist, the computer began blaring.
/Zou particle detection. Omega clearance personnel to the bridge. Repeat Zou particle detection in progress. Unauthorized personnel on ship will be transferred to detention hold in 10 seconds. Repeat.../ the voice droned on.
Warhok's eyes widened. There was only one known source of Zou particles in the universe. He hit the tranporter at a dead run leaving his weeping spouse with little to no thought.
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When he rematerialized on the bridge, the captain was standing at attention next to the command chair.
/Sir! Omega procedures complete. All uncleared ship's personnel confined to the holding bay sir!/
Warhok carefully folded himself into the chair and pressed a complex key sequence into the controls. The main plot tank display cleared.
/Computer. Warhok. Clearance Omega. Echo-Echo-nine-nine-four-Gamma. Respond./
/Verifying clearance. Please hold./ the male voice echoing around the near-empty bridge.
/Clearance verified. Welcome aboard my Lord. Zou particle detection requires immediate response. What are your orders?/
/Computer. Identify source of Zou particle emissions./
/Two emission sources detected. First source corresponds to female DNA strand given to this ship's basic AI for scanner identification. Emissions from this subject are at barely detectible levels. Second source unknown. However current physical location is in near proximity to the first subject. Emissions from second subject read at same levels as known source but in a different spectrum of emission. Casual analysis suggests contamination or incomplete emissions./
/Suggestions?/
/Immediate capture and maximum FTL return to Lowardia. Special approach and landing procedures authorized. Transfer of subjects to Guard Unit Omega upon reaching maximum transporter distance/
The captain coughed once, earning him a glaring eye from the commander.
/Sir, I feel I must remind you of the Emperor's General Order Three. No female prisoners are to be taken aboard any Lowardian military vessels of any kind below command carrier-class?/
Warhok stopped a moment in thought, then grinned evilly.
/Captain, do you perhaps know the origin of General Order Three?/ he sneered.
The man swallowed hard. /No commander. Just that it is the oldest General Order in the field manual and that, generally speaking, no battle, no planetary conquest, has ever involved females on the losing side in as much recorded history that is taught at the academy./
/Then, captain, what do you suggests takes precedence? General Order Three or an Omega Emergency?/
The captain fought the urge to blot his forehead. /I'd suggest, sir, that my recommendation be duly noted and to continue your plan for the Omega emergency./
/Your opinion has been duly noted. I am taking a stealth cutter to the planetary surface to capture these subjects. While I am gone, prepare an interrogation apparatus inside the holding bay./
/What about the crew, sir?/
Warhok stopped short of the transporter.
/Gas them./
With that, he disappeared in the familiar green flash. Seconds later, a slender silver minnow sped off, looping gently around the moon's perimeter, sliding into stealth as it cleared the darkside line.
The captain shook his head. He was going to have to do something that hadn't been done on a Lowardian ship of the line in a very long time.
Mutiny.
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Two sets of green eyes met across the dojo floor. One set below a mop of dark red hair, the other onyx. Neither set left the other as their bodies slowly circled each other in an intimately familiar dance. The dojo's owner nee sensei sat on a raised platform at one end of the open air sparring area while the remainder of his advanced students knelt before him. All intently watching the two circling figures.
An eyebrow arched. A mouth quirked. Both sets of jade orbs hardened and two nearly identical kiai's pushed out into the chilly afternoon air.
And two nearly identical thuds echoed across the open floor as Kim Possible and Sharon Goh (once known as Shego) cleanly took each other out of the fight.
[Possible-san, Goh-san, in all my years of teaching never have I seen two students do such an amazing and at the same time predictably ineffectual thing as this.]
Kim lolled her head over to look at Shego as the former villianess did the same. Their only response was to smile at one another.
[You two have reached the end of what I can teach...] the small man continued [unless you wish to continue your impression of Larry, Moe, and Curly?]
This caused both women to snort in amusement.
They both managed to roll to their feet.
[Thank you sensei, for you instruction] they both said, bowing.
Some time later they emerged and headed for Kim's Sloth.
With summer gone and the rebuilding projects well in hand once Kim bullied various world governments, all with the help of GJ, to let Wade Lode, her now itinerant personal genius convert the defunct Lowardian destruction units into mobile re-fabrication factories and to convert the remaining wreckage of the Lowardian ship into Earth's first real shot at space beyond the Moon (something her father absolutely could not stop talking about), she had taken time to try and enjoy life after high school.
The initial high from Ron's victory and the resultant moves forward in their personal relationship (hey, she'd let him get all the way to third base) came crashing down when Master Sensei and Yori arrived to take Ron back to Japan for what they called his new "service". Ron and his family had packed their remaining belongings and moved lock, stock, and barrel.
Lacking any real direction since she wasn't a part of the current rebuilding efforts nor were any colleges back in business for her to continue her education, she found herself turning to her former rival for fun and companionship.
It had started small, meeting for coffee and appearing at each others various dojos (like today). But the shy smiles and tentative hand-holding was beginning to take hold more and more.
Kim pulled closer to Shego, reveling in the woman's elevated body temperature. Shego smiled down at her and put an arm around her shoulders socketing her into her side.
"Like that pumpkin?"
"Mhmmm"
Shego stopped suddenly causing Kim to leave the warmth, rather reluctantly, and gaze up.
"Something wrong Shego?"
Shego opened and shut her mouth several times, looking around the empty lot and at the surrounding buildings with interest.
"Kim..." she only used Kim when she was serious "...remember how Dr. D's hovercraft stealth field always gave you the heebee jeebees?"
"Yeeesssss....Sharon. Why?"
"Center and clear. Are the hairs on the back of your neck standing up like mine are?"
Kim closed her eyes. About two seconds later, every hair on her body stood on end.
"You go left, I'll go right?"
Shego grinned.
"About time"
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Warhok observed the red-haired witch emerge from one of the buildings below, arm in arm with a female that looked like Warmong's description of yet another warrior who had defeated her.
He spared a glance down at his instruments to confirm that both Zou particle sources were these two females.
Just as he began his descent to transporter range, his com chirped. The cruiser's computer was requesting communication.
/Warhok/
/Commander. I regret to inform you that a mutiny has commenced aboard this vessel. The crew is currently trying to use the basic AI to take primary control of ship's systems./
Warhok grimaced. Idiot captain, he thought.
/Sedate the crew. Convert the holding bay into brig cells and confine the crew there once complete. Set up a level 2 interrogation room and await my arrival. Warhok out./
After shutting down the com, he looked down and saw the two split and head off in different directions.
Anger and pride warred briefly within him before he nudged the cutter after one of the running figures.
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Shego :felt: the cloaked ship take off after Kim. She shifted course automatically and picked up her pace.
She ran flat out, covering ground like a galloping black gazelle. Looking up, she saw the pilot make an error as the ship flew between a row of spotlights and a building, casting a shadow giving the woman a target.
She let loose with several kinetic bursts.
Kim, on the other hand, was beginning to run out of running room. She had made a wrong turn several block ago and ended up in the warehouse district. Too many dead end alleys, too many closed in delivery lots.
Every nerve in her body was screaming that something or someone was just a step or two behind her as she rounded yet another corner....straight into a dead end.
She spun around in time to catch several green fireballs impact the hidden craft.
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Warhok cursed as the blasts from one of the subjects overloaded one of the stealth projectors and the field collapsed.
He targeted the now-still red-haired witch and fired the capture field and transporter.
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Shego watched in horror as a blood red beam shot out from the prow of the recognizable Lowardian craft and hit Kim in the chest, causing her to go rigid then fall over limp. Pumping her legs faster, she watched as a hatch pattern materialized over the fallen girl. Frantic, she dove, hand out to drag Kim out from under the beam.
Her hand passed through a green flash as Kim disappeared. Her tuck and roll brought her up just in time to see the ship quickly accelerate through the upper atmosphere and disappear.
Fighting tears, she reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out an older version Kimmunicator.
"Wade, the Lowardians just kidnapped Kim."
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Warhok looked at his flickering console with a fair amount of trepidation. Those plasma blasts had damaged more than the stealth generators. He touched his com.
/This is Warhok. Am I close enough for you to transport both my prisoner and I directly to the ship?/
/No commander. I can only transport one at a time at this distance. Do you wish for me to proceed?/
/Transport directly to sickbay. Once you have completed transport, destroy this cutter./
/Affirmitive commander/
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Kim groaned and opened her eyes. She thought she was imagining things. :Am I swimming in green Jell-O?:
She experimentally twitched her arms only to find them secured, forearm to forearm, behind her back, her legs similarly from knee to ankle.
And she was quite naked.
A dark blur moved out of the corner of her eye. Vainly she tried turning to see, but only managed to twitch.
A speaker crackled to life in her ear.
"Greetings once again little one"
Kim narrowed her eyes to slits. "Warhok. What an unpleasant surprise to find you alive. I had hoped the last trip you took was...exciting. I can't wait to send you on another one."
"Tsk tsk little one. I now know what you are capable of. I assure you that I have taken more than adequate steps to insure we finally have a nice conversation. If you can manage to keep it civil, I might even be persuaded not to...be creative with my questions. Do you happen to have any before we start?"
"What am I bobbing around in?"
Warhok grinned. "It's a medical tube. The fluid that surrounds your..." he raked his eyes up and down her nude form before continuing "body is capable of carrying nutrients and medications directly to your bloodstream through your skin. Usually the fluid is yellow, but with your...mmmm....special needs, we had to make some modifications."
Kim huffed, or tried to. "Modifications?"
Warhok moved to the main console. "Yes little one, modifications. You see, we are not actually in the medical bay at all."
"Not?"
"Not. We are in a level 2 interrogation chamber. Shall we begin?"
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Beep-beep-beep beep
Shego activated the Kimmunicator. "Anything Wade?"
Wade shook his head and hunched his shoulders. "Can't find her chip anywhere Sharon. I did find a new Lowardian sensor network, but nothing on Kim yet. The ion signature from that ship you scanned ends abruptly just outside of near-Earth orbit. Simply disappeared. Dead reckoning suggests the ship was headed to the moon, but there's just nothing up there. Can't scan the dark...side...waitaminute. That's the perfect place to hide!"
Shego harrumphed and she put on an innocent face. "How far along is the design you and her brothers are working on hmmm?"
Wade sputtered, gabbled, and waved his arms around wildly. "Design? What design?"
Shego stared hard and the small screen and began to screw up her face.
Wade, seeing it incoming, quickly relented. "All right, all right. Technically it's space-worthy, but if we tried to launch it, a lot of people would be awfully....put out if you know what I mean."
"Scare me up a ride to GJ then. I have some quick talking to do."
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Dr. Elizabeth "Betty" Director watched as Shego bounded down the fire stairs of the underground complex currently serving as Global Justice Headquarters (as the former one was a primary target of the initial Lowardian attack). She smiled as Shego managed to beat the elevator carrying her second-in-command Will Du by over two minutes.
Counting down, she stood up and opened her office door just as Shego reached for it.
"Please come in Sharon."
Shego merely sighed and rolled her eyes. "Every time Betty, every time."
"Biscotti? Still drink that awful concoction you call coffee?"
"Look Betty, I don't have time to sit and play nice. An hour ago, I failed to stop the Lowardians from kidnapping Kim right in front of me and..." she trailed off as Dr. Director raised a hand and stopped her from continuing.
"You want me to sanction the launch of the Possible-Lode FTL corvette-class starship and rush others into production?"
Shego's jaw dropped...and worked up and down. She opened her mouth several times over the next few minutes only to close it again. She finally threw up her hands and sat down at the small table, picking up a biscotti and nibbling the edge.
"While you were en route, it appears that several, as in most, of the recovering first and second world countries were /cough/ pressured into considering what would happen if the Lowardians came back any time in the near future. In an emergency meeting at the UN, Global Justice was dissolved."
Shego blinked. "Wha?"
"They immediately formed a new agency: Global Defense. And they put me in charge of getting our global act together...the faster the better."
The biscotti dropped from her fingers. "I repeat. Wha?"
"Naturally, the only people who had a chance of getting something like the going quickly were the Possible twins. When none of my agents could find them, nor could we contact young Mr. Lode, we went....looking."
Shego nodded to continue, having gone back to nibbling the biscotti.
"We found them prepping for launch and had to redirect their efforts. They are currently busy duplicating all of the schematics and documentation to be distributed to various manufacturing centers in select countries to begin building of the Global Defense fleet. Their prototype ship is in the hangar in this facility. She crews six."
Shego finished the biscotti. "And?"
"We need someone on weapons."
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Kim screamed again as Warhok sent another long wave of electricity through the gel and into almost every exposed square of skin.
"Your screams excite me little one. But I see that your tolerance to purely physical methods of persuasion will only interfere with getting the answers I need."
Kim groaned as another tremor/aftershock shook her. "Oh but I thought that you already had the answers you wanted and had moved on to just hearing me scream."
"If that were true, little one, then I would have simply used much more direct and primitive means to make you scream. As it is, we unfortunately move on to the pharma portion of today's little show." he cooed, pressing several buttons.
Kim felt nothing at first, then a slow blurring of her vision and a vague sense of sleepiness.
"Wha'd you do toooo meh?"
"Hush little one." Kim nodded and sagged. He waited until the readouts hit the correct levels.
"Tell me again about Team Go."
"Hego, Mego, Wego, and Shego. Got their powers from a big rock " she giggled "Hego's a big rock"
"Explain"
"Hego is the big blue blockhead. Really strong. Really stupid. Reminds me of you sometimes."
"Ah little one. If only you were born on Lowardia. Still able to put up a fight." Another adjustment.
"Tell me about the others."
Kim's head rolled loosely on her neck. "Mego shrinks. Mego's ego doesn't." Another giggle. "Tiny purple man. Aw gawd all the puns."
"Puns?"
"Word game. Use words that sound the same but have a diff...diff....what were we talking about?"
"Wego."
"Cute twins. Wish they were older. Multiply by dividing." More giggling "Gawd that was awful. Sweet kids"
"Ah...puns... I see. So little purple man is?"
"Mego? Is such a little dick!..." Kim coughs, trying to breath.
"It almost makes me sad, little one. But we do what we must." Another adjustment.
"Shego?"
Kim blushed, from the roots of her hair to her calves. "Oh gawd. Green kinda woman. Plasma action sold separately." she hiccuped. "Eyes you can lose yourself in. Wish I had her hair. Body. Hair. Body. Mmmmm.....wonder if carpet matches drapes?"
Warhok nodded. The woman throwing green plasma charges. "How did they get their powers?"
"Told you. Big rock. Rainbow of fruit flavors. Almost killed them all. Fell out of the sky and squashed them."
"Are you attracted to Shego?" pushing another step closer to his goal.
Kim's all over blush darkened two shades. "Yes. No. Yes. Want to try to suck out her tonsils. More. Can't though."
"Why not little one? You're very obviously friends. Only taking it a step further."
Kim moaned. "Sheeego. Want to so bad. Can't. People don't like it. Not really accept...accept...lovely kissable lips" Her head again rolled on her neck.
Warhok could see her eyes, wide open and glassy. Another adjustment.
Kim started to feel hot, the sensation of the gel sliding across her skin was amazing. She twitched, trying to get more movement.
"Careful little one." He glanced at the monitors. Almost perfect. He pressed a button, draining the fluid from the chamber. He caught Kim as she slid down when the fluid could no longer buoy her.
Kim felt a hard body rubbing against her as she was carried somewhere. The feeling of hot flesh on hers was making her knees weak and her center burn.
Warhok laid Kim face down on a low slung examination table and pulled her legs down, unsnapping the restraints and running his hands up and down the outside of her calves and thighs.
Kim had started to pant, the sensations were driving small charges to her toes, her fingers, the small of her back. It was intoxicating. She let out another moan. She could feel hands moving in circles across her thighs, moving ever closer and closer to the current center of her universe. She was panting so hard, her vision was darkening, pulsing.
Warhok placed a hand in the small of the little human's back and felt the jerks and the suppressed moans and gasps. She was ready. He reached up and undid the main fastening of his uniform, letting it drop to the floor. He reached out and cupped her crotch, smiling when she shoved herself onto his hand.
Kim's world contracted when she felt the touch on her crotch. The slow motion of the fingers rubbing her outer lips made her try to shove herself backwards off the table. A hand came down once again on the middle of her back, holding her in place.
Warhok positioned himself at her entrance. So large against the tiny body before him. He moved his hands to her small hips and slowly thrust himself forward, entering her effortlessly. She moaned loudly. Once he felt he had a good angle, he tightened his grip and lunged forward, tearing into her in a deep penetrating thrust. He gave out a satisfied grunt, holding himself there, enjoying the feeling.
Once he entered her, Kim's vision had narrowed to tunnel vision. The feeling of slowly being stretched and filled was overwhelming what was left of her senses. She felt the hands adjust on her waist and then...
PAIN
...as Warhok's invading lunge ripped her virginity away and he slammed into her cervix.
The pain shot through the drug haze. It shot through the desire. It slammed into her conscious mind and caused her to go into overdrive.
Warhok was caught completely by surprise when Kim's legs bunched up and kicked backwards, catching him mid thighs and catapulting him backwards over several chairs.
Kim spun upright and then hunched over as the pain caught up with her. Looking down, she saw the trail of her blood and juices running down the inside of both thighs. She wiggled her arms experimentally and with a sickening crunch dislocated a shoulder, enabling the fingers of her other hand to just reach the release. Once free, she relocated her shoulder and strode over to where Warhok was trying to stand back up after being kicked in his sensitive parts.
"You are so dead."
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Jim and Tim sat in the pilot and navigation/sensor stations. Wade looked on from the engineering station. Dr. Director glared at Agent Du sitting in the captain's chair. Shego was aft, in the weapons bay, watching a smaller picture of Betty's glare.
"Ready to launch Director." This from Du.
"Engines?" "Online"
"Shields?" "Online"
"Weapons?" "Weapons online. Tell me when I can go hot."
"Transporter?" "Offline. We simply didn't have the time to get it up and running. We're going to have to board and rescue."
Betty rolled her eyes. "Go for launch"
The ship hummed as it lifted out of the hidden hangar, coming into sight for the first time since it's arrival.
The ships hull number sparkled in the afternoon sun. GDF-X001.
Someone had painted "Kimminator Mark 1" underneath.
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Warhok stumbled and was thrown backwards again by a devastating high-kick to his right bicep. The little red witch was circling the console, cursing him in another one of her planet's many tongues. The fight was really getting his blood going. She hadn't permanently hurt him yet, but many of her attacks would leave him with some lasting marks.
Unfortunately, the drug cocktail that made her so compliant up until that oh-so-wonderful moment was also suppressing her pain centers.
Kim flashed in for another kick and found herself lifted bodily off the floor and held by her ankle in front of and equally naked and pissed Warhok.
"Oh little one. It is such a joy breaking you to my will. I have not had this much amusement in decades."
"I am going to make you eat your own dick you giant blue fuck. Let me down so I can kick your ass some more."
Warhok laughed and shook her. "You cannot escape nor can you beat me. It is inevitable. Once we re-establish the proper pharma levels, you will beg me to continue what we've started."
Kim looked at her ankle and then at him. "Not. Going. To. Happen." she ground out.
As Warhok leered, Kim bunched and leapt upward, striking his wrist and causing him to reflexively let go of her ankle. She landed in a crouch and sent an uppercut straight into his sac.
Pain exploded behind his eyes as the little witch hit him between the legs. His eyes rolled up and he collapsed wheezing to the floor where Kim spat on his twitching form.
"Stay right there while I find something sharp."
Warhok coughed and watched her rummage through the various cabinet until he saw her stop in front of the locked one. He groaned when she forced the lock to reveal dozens of knives, clubs, and other implements.
/Computer, emergency transport. Send female subject to anywhere but bridge or here./
Kim stopped as Warhok started mumbling in Lowardian.
"Oh no you don't you son of a..."
Warhok collapsed on the floor once the green flash was over. He had time to now recover since the nuisance was trapped wherever she was.
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Warmonga sat meditating in the middle of her sleeping compartment. After her many defeats and now the course her husband had set them on, not to mention his beating earlier, had left the tall warrior much to think on.
She thought about a lot of things. Most had to do with her shameful behavior towards the red-headed female who had bested her again and again.
She had violated her oaths to the Goddess, she decided. There was only one punishment that awaited her when she returned to Lowardia.
Small rivulets of tears ran down from her closed eyes. She would have to make sure her maniacal husband paid the price too.
Needless to say, she was shocked when a naked and pissed Kim Possible materialized in her hygiene unit.
"Greetings Kim Possible" she boomed out before Kim had fully materialized.
"...bitch....what? Where the hell did I go? Warmonga!" she screamed and lunged.
Warmonga got a good look at the bruises on the little human's body and her breath hitched when she saw the blood still sluggishly flowing down her thighs. She caught Kim's punch in her large hand, locked her wrist and spun her around into a hug.
"I am sorry Kim. This is all my fault." This whispered into her ear.
That stopped Kim cold. No ego. No maniacal backdrop.
Warmonga started to gently rock her as she felt the fight drain from the little human.
"Let me tell you about the Goddess."
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"Wade, are you sure they're still back there?" asked Shego "I mean it's kind of weird they didn't just leave right away a few days ago and not let us get the chance to get up here and all."
Wade shrugged. "Classic science fiction blunder. Assuming your more primitive enemy is in fact your more primitive enemy."
Shego rolled her eyes. One day she was going to beat the geek right out of him.
"This is Du. Weapons hot. Shields up. We're coming around to the darkside. Begin attack run on my mark."
"Mark!"
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Warhok stood in a partially filled tube in the medical bay waiting for the computer to tell him that it had repaired the damage that little red-headed slut had done.
Plans were already whirling in his head about how he was going to break her. No pharma this time. Just beat her senseless and take his prize.
He felt the ship lurch and shudder as the computer announced /We are under attack. Initiating evasive maneuvers. Commander to the bridge/
/This is Warhok, emergency transport to bridge./
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Shego groaned when the ship in front of them stopped being a sitting duck and started moving and firing back.
The ship lurched as it was hit.
"Evasive maneuvers. Shego, passing targeting information on their weapons systems. Prioritize."
"On it."
:Hang on Princess, we're almost there:
KPKPKPKPKPKP
Warhok cursed as another weapons cluster died. :WHERE did they get a modern ship?:
No matter. He set another fire plan in motion as he punched up the FTL drive.
This did not go undetected on his opponent's bridge.
"He's powering FTL! Shego!"
"Firing everything I have. FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
Warhok's eyes widened as the little ship exploded with fire. All lasers, missiles, projectors. He felt the ship lurch hard.
/Warning. Damage to FTL drive./
He bit off another curse. /Is it still operational?/
/Yes. However it will only operate at 44 percent./
/Initiate FTL jump to priority coordinates/
The entire crew screamed in frustration as the Lowardian ship shivered then vanished.
"Wade, tell me you know where they're going?"
Wade pumped his fists. "Not only do I know, I managed to hack their navigation when you took out their shields. They're not headed toward the regional headquarters. They're on course directly to Lowardia!"
"Can we make that jump?"
The light went out of Wade's eyes. "No. We just don't have the power. We could make the regional command though. Give me a few months and we'll have the Lowardians fusion technology perfected."
Shego sat looking at the stars, crying for the first time she could remember.
"Kim, wait for me. I'm coming for you."