Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Disney's Kim Possible or Lucas's Star Wars. However, the character Beta belongs to me.
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Chapter 2
Kim just sat there and stared into the empty world before her. There was nothing left for her, she had pulled the last string and driven him away for what seemed forever. Tears still rolled down her cheeks, but the whimpers and cries for him to come back had faded away long ago. She slowly got up, and with her head hung low and Rufus on her shoulder, made her way back to the hovercraft.
No one bothered to talk to her on the trip back to Middleton. Anyone who saw her knew she was depressed and needed some alone time. Rufus never left her shoulder as he continued to comfort her.
Mr. Randol dropped her off at the front of her house. He had watched the events unfold down on the ground below from the hovercraft, and from what he could make out; whatever had happened to the young blond haired teen was not good.
"Goodnight Miss Possible," he shouted out to her as she headed for the door.
She turned her head slightly so she could see him out of the corner of her eye and then back outside at her home, "Goodnight Mr. Randol, thanks again for the lift," she said in a low, expressionless tone. It was void of any happiness or joy.
"You're welcome," Mr. Randol replied as she stepped out of the vehicle. She slowly walked up her to her front door. She put her hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it to open the door. All the lights were on in the home and she wondered if her family; at least her parents, were waiting for her return. She hesitated; she didn't want her mother or father to see the tears still rolling down her cheeks. She slowly pushed open the door only to find her parents rushing out of the family room to greet her, but they stopped when they saw her tears.
Mrs. Possible was the first to register Kim's sadness, "Kimmie, what's wrong?" Mrs. Possible asked as she wiped one of the tears from her daughter's cheeks, caressing it.
Kim sniffled, and hung her head low; she couldn't look into her mother's eyes, "Ron, he… he… he…" Kim's mind was still confused. There were thousands of thoughts running through her mind. She still couldn't fully comprehend that Ron was gone.
"Kim, is everything alright? What happened tonight? Did…" Mrs. Possible was trying to comfort her daughter and coax whatever she couldn't say, out of her.
"Did Eric hurt you?!" Mr. Possible blurted out in anger. Kim's mother shot him a glare that told him not to talk, and he abruptly broke off what he had been going to say.
"Kim?" Mrs. Possible tried to ask as soothingly as possible, "Kim, look at me. What happened?" Mrs. Possible asked again more sternly, moving her hand from Kim's soft cheek to her shoulder.
Kim could only mouth one word as she looked up to her mother and met her gaze, "Ron." As soon as she mouthed Ron's name, Kim broke down in sobs as she fell into her mother's arms and wrapped her own around her as tightly as she could. Kim's mother was clueless, but got the general idea that something had happened to Ron. Now she could only hold onto her daughter and hug her as tightly as she could.
Mr. Possible was now frightened and disturbed as he quietly shut the front door. He hadn't seen his Kimmie-cub like this in years. Just hours ago, he had seen her walk out of the house fearlessly in her new battle suit ready to stop Drakken and his evil Diablos. Now she had come back in that same battle suit without a scratch it seemed, yet was now breaking down, and crying. Only one thought kept racing across James's mind, "What happened to my Kimmie-cub?"
With her arm wrapped around her shoulder, Mrs. Possible walked Kim over to the couch in the living room and sat her down, sitting right beside her. Kim still clung to her tightly as she continued to soil her mom's shirt.
After a little resistance from Kim, Mrs. Possible finally managed to separate herself from her daughter. Kim just looked down at the carpeted floor with tears still running down her face.
Mrs. Possible softly cupped Kim's chin up with her hand so that she could gaze into Kim's eyes. They were reddened from the crying and her once confident, joyous twinkle was gone. "Kim, I want you to tell me what happened tonight after the Diablos were shut down," Mrs. Possible ordered sternly but gently.
Kim looked into her mother's gaze for a while and then finally gave in, "Well, Ron and I went to stop Drakken and save Eric, but it turned out he was a synthodrone and he electrified me…"
"Kim," her mom gasped, "are you alright?"
"Mom, I was only unconscious for a few minutes, really, no big," Kim waved her mother off laughing a little at her mother's concern. "Then Eric and Shego captured us and tied us up in some storage room at the Bueno Nachos H.Q.," she hesitated as Mr. Possible came to sit on the other side of her, "and… and…"
"Kim, is there something you're not telling us?" Mr. Possible asked gruffly.
Kim looked at her mother pleadingly and then her father as the words she spoke came out in a jumble of gibberish, "Me… stor… Ro…and…I…" Kim was beginning to become unsteady as she began to hyperventilate. She stopped as soon as she found that her mother was gripping her hand while glaring at her dad.
"Kim, it's ok; tell us everything," Mrs. Possible asked her calmly while still eyeing her husband, silencing him without saying a word.
"Uh, well, you see, I was about to give up when Ron told me that I wasn't a quitter and… and…"
"Go ahead Kim, it's okay," Mrs. Possible said trying to coax her out of her fear.
"And Ron confessed that he had feelings for me!" she nearly shouted, "Well he was getting there until Rufus interrupted and… RUFUS!" Kim looked around for the little naked mole rat, she had totally forgotten about him as soon as she collapsed into her mom's arms.
"Don't worry Hon, he's in Jim and Tim's room upstairs. He hopped off your shoulder as soon as you started tearing up," her mother told her smiling. For one of the rare moments of that night, Kim smiled back at her mother.
"Now Kim, how did you react?" Mrs. Possible asked her daughter. Kim stared at her blankly for a moment not catching on. "To Ron, how did you act to Ron's confession about his feelings?" Kim's mother asked more specifically.
"Oh, well I was, it felt, wonderful, I felt butterflies for the first time since, well, never," Kim spoke dreamily.
"Never?" Mr. Possible asked inquisitively with an ominous tone, arching one of his eyebrows. Kim nodded dreamily not realizing her mistake, "Maybe I should start improving my black hole deep space p…"
"DAD!"
"What?"
"James, stop, Ron isn't like other boys. He's nice and sweet and would never hurt Kim for anything in the world!" Mrs. Possible yelled at her husband.
"I'm just trying to…" Mr. Possible stopped talking as his wife gave him an ice-cold glare. A glare that stated, 'Keep it up and you'll be sleeping on the couch for a week.' At this, Mr. Possible backed down as his wife continued to glare at him until Kim spoke up.
"Its not like you'll be able to, he practically went through a black hole," Kim stated dimly as her eyes began to water again. She closed her eyes to try to keep in the tears.
"What?" both Mr. and Mrs. Possible responded surprised and puzzled.
"Well, after we foiled Drakken's plot and sent him and his goons off to prison, I was about to ask Ron to go to the prom with me when Eric came out of…"
"Wait, I thought he was a synthodrone?" Mr. Possible asked even more puzzled.
"The one me and Ron were trying to save was a synthodrone, Drakken must have found out about him and sent Shego to kidnap him so that I would surrender. He probably copied him and transformed a synthodrone to look just like him," Kim tried to explain to her confused father.
After some silence, Kim groaned in frustration and buried her face in her hands. Mrs. Possible laid a hand on Kim's shoulder and Kim looked up to her, "It's okay, I get it, now what happened next?"
For the next fifteen minutes Kim explained how she had made the horrible mistake of running to Eric at Bueno Nachos H.Q. to where she witness Ron enter the portal that took him away from her. The memory still fresh in her mind caused her to cry once more as both of her parents comforted her as best as they could. Eventually they mourned with her. Even Jim, Tim and Rufus heard their cries and came down the stairs to join in and comfort Kim. Even they knew that this was not something to joke about; besides that point, they considered Ron as a big brother in an odd way.
Mrs. Possible stood up first, "I'd better call Ron's parents. They're probably worried sick about him right now," Mrs. Possible looked at her family as they all looked up at her. It was one of the very few moments they were all together in peace. She walked into the kitchen and then peaked her head out into the living room once more and smiled, "Anyone want some hot cocoa?" she shouted from the kitchen.
"I do!" they all shouted simultaneously.
"Jinx, you all owe me a soda," Kim shouted back at the group giggling. Soon they all began laughing at each other, even Kim, despite the depressing night she had endured.
"Very cute," Mrs. Possible whispered as she walked over to the phone and grabbed some hot chocolate packages from the cabinet.
Later that night; or very early in the morning, Kim lay down in her bed in the dark staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. She could not sleep, as Ron's final words burned in her mind, 'have fun with Eric.' Even though Ron had not meant to hurt Kim but to help her, it hurt her deeply. 'He's so selfless, why was I so stupid' she thought to herself. "Uhngghhhhh," she groaned rolling on her side facing the window. 'Why didn't I ask him earlier,' she continued, 'I've been going crazy over him for a couple months now, why did I just bottle it up?' the thoughts of all the chances she had missed continued to torment her.
She remembered Bonnie taunting her about Ron being the lowest of the low on the food chain, "Stupid food chain," Kim growled looking out into the sky. She gazed into the distant stars of the night sky and frowned. 'Why do I get the feeling that you're not in this universe,' she wondered. As the need for sleep began to overpower her emotions, she had only one thought, one person, one blonde haired, freckled boy on her mind, 'Ron' she thought as her eyes slowly slipped shut into complete darkness.
The portal stopped abruptly and Ron landed on his rear on the soft grassy ground. 'Grassy,' Ron mused to himself as he looked down, and to his total disbelief, he was sitting in tall green grass that waved in the dimming light. Just a few seconds earlier, he had been plummeting through a vortex into darkness and now this. He jumped up and pumped his fist up into the air, "BOOYA," he bellowed as loud as he could.
"Shhhh!" someone tried to hush Ron. Ron looked ahead of him and no further than five feet in front of him was Dementor.
"Dementor!" Ron shouted out pointing at him. Ron looked down and in between them was the Pan-dimensional Vortex Inducer.
"Be quiet!" Dementor again hushed him but in a strained, nervous voice. Ron looked him over carefully. Dementor's eyes were wide open in plain fear, his hands, raised over his head as if he was reaching for the sky.
A determined smile came over Ron's features, "Nope, I'm not falling for something like that; you want me to look back so that you can grab the Vortex thingy and run off. Not this time," and with that Ron dove toward the Pan-dimensional Vortex Inducer. He grasped the precious object and held it close to his chest, "HA!" Ron triumphed getting back up to his feet.
Ron expected to see Dementor angry, with steam venting out of his ears and his eyes glazed over with fire and rage. However, all Ron saw were his hands still held high in the air, his eyes wide open watching something behind Ron, but Ron was positive it was all just a trick. Ron then gazed at a small hand held device, burnt and snapped in half like a twig. He didn't recognize it at first until the memory of Dementor shooting him in his shoulder in the forest told him what it was. All of a sudden his shoulder began to burn once more from the wound. The smell of burnt clothing and flesh started to make him queasy.
'CLICK.'
Ron gulped as he heard several metallic clicks coming from behind him, sending a cold sensation up his spine. Ron noticed Dementor's lip seemed to be quivering; truth be told, he was terrified. Keeping his head low, Ron slowly turned around keeping the Vortex Inducer close to his chest. He turned fully around and saw the two pale, mangled, skeletal figures on the ground. They were made of metal, and Ron noticed a black gun in each of the figure's right hand. They looked like robots of some sort to Ron, but he had no clue where they had come from. Both were shot in the torso. Ron concluded that Dementor had shot them.
More metallic sounds rang above his head, and drew Ron's attention away from the two twisted robots. His eyes drifted upward toward a small mound where at least two dozen other robots stood, all the same color, size and shape; all of them with their guns trained on either Ron or Dementor. Now Ron understood Dementor's fear perfectly and clearly, he himself was ready to wet his pants right there and then.
What caught his eye were five silver robots marked differently than the others. They had the same structure, but were more fully equipped. One had what seemed to be a rocket launcher of some type, and the other a longer, more modified gun. Their silver coloring gave them the appearance of wearing armor; the one in the middle of the five had yellow markings, while the others had red or navy blue markings. However, what horrified Ron the most was the fact that unlike the rest of the plain robots; which held their guns at their waist, these five held their guns in a more professional manner. They held them at their shoulder; with heads slightly tilted, and aimed them with deadly precision. The most horrifying aspect was that their guns were all trained on him.
The thought of calling out Kim's name to come and help him kept crossing his mind. He had to constantly remind himself that he had left her behind. He had no idea where he was, and no idea where this place was.
Suddenly and without warning, the five silver robots lowered their rifles, holding them in their right hand. The robot with yellow markings that Ron now assumed was the leader of the squadron, motioned two of the ordinary ones toward Ron and Dementor. Ron slowly backed up to Dementor's side holding his hands up with the Pan-dimensional Vortex Inducer still in his hands. He winced as he lifted his left arm, provoking more pain from the wound.
They stopped right in front of Ron and Dementor and Ron began to wonder if this was the last of his life. He closed his eyes as tightly as he could, waiting for the impending hurt.
"Hands up," the first robot ordered. The computerized voice was void of all emotion.
The other robot nodded his head up and down in a mechanical way confirming what the first one had ordered, "Roger- roger."
Ron's once fearful face showed amazement, his jaw dropping, as did Dementor's. "You know for robots, you're pretty stupid," Ron retorted to their orders wondering over the fact that they didn't seem to register his arms were already up in the air. They moved behind Ron and Dementor and gave them a shove with their rifles. It was not terribly painful, but it did send some fear back into the two of them. "Not that I'm judging," Ron replied, doubt was creeping back into his mind. Dementor shot a glaring look at Ron that Ron just ignored.
The robots forced them into some kind of elongated hovercraft that the robots all loaded into along with their prisoners. Ron and Dementor sat next to each other on one of the uncomfortable benches. On the bench opposite, sat the silver droids, who watched Ron and Dementor with curious interest, tilting their heads and looking them up and down. The others just stared across at each other.
What bothered Ron the most was the robot's eyes, they were black and split in the middle. He couldn't tell if they were angry or calm. Their heads were thin and long as were their necks. To both Ron and Dementor they seemed quite fragile, but Dementor knew better than Ron how deadly they were. The silver robots frightened Dementor. He had easily taken down two ordinary ones, but when the leader of the silver ones came up the hill, Dementor knew that this one was special in some way and his mind told him to drop his gun, but his gut said otherwise. The shot pinged off the silver droid's torso and up into the sky, and instead of shooting Dementor, it destroyed the handgun with deadly precision. From that moment on, Dementor never made a sudden movement in fear that the robot would take it as a threat.
Ron's mind began to wander away from the robots that surrounded him, and to the open alien world that surrounded him. The alien world's sun had already set below the horizon, illuminating the land in a radiant red glow. To the east, the stars already shone brightly as the sky turned a dark blue hue. What astonished Ron the most was the night sky. He could now definitely tell that he was no longer on Earth, for there was not one, but three moons in the sky and one took up a quarter of the sky at least. All were waning crescents in the sky; the large one's radiance bathed the land in its light. The sky was alien, there were none of the constellations that he knew of on Earth; not that he knew of any in particular.
Ron looked out at the plains over which the hovercraft flew. Even in the night, the air was so clear he could see for miles out onto the horizon. As he peered further into the horizon, he could make out the edge of a large forest, and beautiful mountains that seemed capped with snow. He saw strange animals; some looked similar to the ones at home while others struck fear into Ron's heart because of their alien looking features. Ron's eyes began to shut. He was worn out and his shoulder still hurt from when Dementor had shot him just a few hours earlier. All the new world's beauty and splendor reminded him of one thing, one girl, Kim.
He awoke to a gentle nudge in the waist and slowly opened his eyes. He noticed his neck was cramped and in pain. 'Deng it, I knew I should have never slept upright on this thing' Ron thought. He felt the gentle nudge to his side again. He looked to see Dementor looking at him. There was no longer that shocked fear in his eyes.
"What do you want?" Ron whispered groggily.
"Vake up sidekick, I think ve've arrived at our destination," Dementor replied in a whisper Ron could barely make out. Ron's blonde hair waved in the rushing wind. It was cold, and stung his eyes waking him up.
"My name's Stoppable to you and how would you know?" Ron retorted. Dementor slowly pointed outside the hovercraft. Ron looked up to see buildings and houses, many of which were in the process of being rebuilt. People, most noticeably humans, wandered the avenue that the hovercraft was now passing over. Ron yawned and stretched a little, being careful not to irritate his wound. "Wow there sure are a lot of people walking around this late…" sudden realization of what was happening hit Ron like a ton of bricks. "PEOPLE!" Ron shouted in enthusiasm.
This brought a look of annoyance upon Dementor's face as he crossed his arms, "Young people and their enthusiasm," Dementor said frustrated. Ron ignored him, astonished still that there were people that did not live on Earth, to him it was unbelievable. He had expected aliens, but not people. He was not surprised to see more of those robots, walking in pairs seemingly guarding the city. He even saw an occasional tank that also hovered above the ground.
Ron began to wonder if the city was under occupation or if something else protected them. The citizens did not seem to mind the occupation of the mechanized forces, and they both ignored each other as they went about their business.
"Hey Dementor, do you think that this place was like conquered or something?" Ron asked continuing to look at the beautiful suburban area.
"I don't know," Dementor spoke in irritation.
"C'mon, you're the super villain here," Ron smirked.
"I said I don't know," Dementor said angrily.
"Wow, look at that," Ron said astonished, pointing toward the avenue.
"Vhaaaat?" Dementor asked, dumbfounded. They both looked at a huge ship, still a few miles in the distance lifting off the ground. As it turned its back to them and began climbing into the upper atmosphere, it looked like a floating city. Huge thrusters threw out a bright yellow energy of some sort. From the back, it looked like a cross as it continued to ascend into the atmosphere, getting smaller and smaller until disappearing into the night sky completely.
"Wow, that's the biggest airplane I've ever seen," Ron commented.
"I don't think that vas an airplane," Dementor said still amazed by the ship even though it had disappeared. Ron noticed that the houses had abruptly stopped and they had entered the fields of grass again. Ahead Ron could see more ships like the one that had flown out into the unknown. Other, different ships also dotted the field. Some were more skeletal, narrow and long. There were even stranger things. Far off he could see what looked like gigantic steel spheres implanted in the surface of the ground. He also saw thousands of tiny figures walking around. As they drew closer, he could see that they were just more of the ordinary robots.
Ron turned to the silver robot with the yellow markings, which he assumed was the leader of the robots. "Hey, robot, is that where you're taking us?" Ron inquired pointing to what seemed to be a base.
"Affirmative," the robot answered in a mechanical voice.
"Okay, so why are you taking us there?" Ron asked.
"That information is classified," it answered him turning its head to face the base.
Dementor put his hand to his face in annoyance sighing, "Do you really think that they're just going to tell us vhy we're going there. Can't you see ve've been captured."
"Well we can at least try," Ron retorted.
"We're PRISONERS!" Dementor shouted at Ron. Ron looked away in defiance ignoring Dementor's ranting.
The vehicle suddenly stopped, the back gates of the transport opened, and the plain robots got up in an organized two-file line and walked off the vehicle. Then the silver robots got up, "Stand-up," the leader ordered. Ron and Dementor immediately followed instructions as the robots pushed them forward. They exited the transport and walked before the robots toward the entry of a small metal building. That there was no chance of escape, both Dementor and Ron knew even if they could bolt off in a random direction, there were thousands of robots, and they knew that a small platoon was trouble enough. "Man, even Kim couldn't take these all down," Ron thought of his best friend, bringing back memories from the night on Earth. He quickly pushed them to the back of his mind trying to keep focus on the present sitch.
They strolled up to the entrance where there was yet another robot. Yet there was something peculiar about the robot. Like the leader they were following, Ron noticed it also had yellow markings. The robot extended its arm and held up its hand, "Halt!" it ordered and the silver robots did along with Ron and Dementor.
The metal doors of the entry slid open as two bulky, grayish-blue robots strode out. Both Ron and Dementor took a step backwards as the huge arm that the robots held to their chest extended toward them. The double-barreled guns aimed at the two prisoners were interwoven with the robots' body structure. "I didn't do anything," Dementor whimpered cowering in fear behind Ron.
As quickly as the more robust robots made their move, Ron was relieved to see two of the silver robots move directly in front of them and raise their guns in response to the threat. "Stop being a baby," Ron mocked Dementor.
The two leaders turned their heads back to one another, "Where are you taking them?" asked the one that guarded the entrance.
"Sublevel A, in sector Alpha," the robot that guarded the gate seemed to ponder it over but Ron couldn't really tell.
"Sublevel A, uh, that does not compute. They're under arrest." the guard motioned for the larger robots forward.
Ron began to tremble as the two silver droids stood their ground, and the other two silver robots came over to their sides and raised their weapons. "Those would be so cool if they weren't going to hurt us," Ron commented closing his eyes awaiting the inevitable. Even though he knew that the robots protecting him were special, he didn't believe they stood a chance against the two larger ones.
"General Beta has requested that the prisoners be brought to him immediately," the leader countered with authority. At that name the two large robots now standing in front of the other robots with guns drawn, drew back their large arms to their upper body. The guard motioned for the two large robots to step aside and they did so, backing away and stepping to opposite sides of the entry.
After some time Ron slowly opened his eyes in realization that nothing had happened. The robots protecting Ron lowered their rifles and walked toward the entrance following the leader into the building. The guard nodded almost telepathically knowing that he had no place to stop them.
They all marched into the building down a dim hall as the doors slid shut behind them. Ron gulped looking around in curiosity. They stopped in front of another metal door. They waited there for what felt like hours to Ron. Finally, the doors opened and more large robots exited walking out into the hallway. Ron looked more closely at their features as they marched by. Their heads, embedded in their bodies for extra protection, didn't bother Ron. It was the eyes. They glowed an eerie red especially in the dim light of the hallway. He continued to stare at them as they marched out into the outside world.
"Get in the elevator!" Ron shook his head and turned back around to see the robots and Dementor standing in the large elevator. He hurriedly stepped inside as the doors shut behind him with a whoosh.
Ron moved beside Dementor with whom he was strangely more comfortable. 'Wow, I'm more comfortable standing by a super villain who shot me just a few hours ago than a robot,' Ron mused to himself.
"What level," a computerized voice spoke seemingly out of nowhere.
"Ahhhhh!" Ron screamed, jumping into Dementor's arms. Unfortunately, Dementor wasn't prepared for Ron to jump, and they both collapsed onto the floor.
"Sidekick, get off of ME!" Dementor shouted at Ron as he stood back up brushing himself off.
"Stoppable, my name is Stoppable, you got that?" Ron retorted.
"Vhen I conquer the world, I vill make sure that it is changed to SIDEKICK, sidekick," Dementor sneered.
"How are you going to conquer it? We're not even in our world, we're in this one," Ron yelled back.
"Hmmph," Dementor folded his arms and looked away from Ron.
"Hmmph," Ron did the same ignoring Dementor.
The robots watched seemingly amused by the two's bickering. "Sublevel A," the leader responded to the elevators computer.
"Right away," and with that the elevator began to descend faster and faster.
Ron's stomach heaved with the sudden increase of speed, "I think I'm gonna be sick," Ron said dizzily as the elevator came to a constant speed. It abruptly stopped, and the doors slid open to an underground facility. Ron and Dementor's mouths fell open at the sight in front of them. There was a huge expanse, almost like a hanger carved out of the bedrock. There were thousands more robots, many of them quite different from what they had so far seen.
They moved out of the elevator as robots filed in to replace them. They followed the leader out into the hanger and passed through it quickly. Upon entering a hall dimly lit like the one up on the surface, Ron watched as they came on a group of what he thought were conversing people in long, extravagant purple robes with tall purple hats.
Ron tried to converse with them, "Hey what…" he stopped in mid-sentence as the group turned to look at him. He was shocked at what he saw, "a…a…aliens," he stuttered as he stopped to look at them. They had sickly green skin, no noses, and their eyes were orange; instead of having pupils, they had a long, squiggly, black lines that crossed each eye. Dementor also stood rooted in his spot, not out of terror but out of fascination.
"Some type of humanoid I presume," Dementor assessed. The aliens sneered at them and Ron ran towards the leader that was some way ahead of him. Dementor stood there for a few more seconds rubbing the stub on his chin as he analyzed the alien humanoid. The alien seemed as if it was going to answer back until the other silver robots shoved him forward to catch up with Ron and the leader.
They continued down the hallway for some moments after encountering the humanoids.
"Man, this tunnel is way too long, my legs are getting tired," Ron moaned in frustration.
Dementor eyed him, "Stop complaining, at least ve veren't shot," Dementor replied.
"Well, that's an upside," Ron remarked sarcastically. They continued down the hall as it curved to the left and then the right. It was confusing and complex and Ron was sure that they were going around in circles. They passed more of the green amphibious reptilian aliens along the way and some new ones as well. They passed a group of what Dementor perceived as large locusts. They came in all shapes and sizes, some tall, others short, some with three eyes bulging out of their head.
Ron wanted to collapse out of exhaustion. He hadn't had much sleep in a while with the Diablo sitch, fighting Synthodrone 901, and then Dementor. It had all tired him out. The only sleep he had gotten was a nap on the transport, and it wasn't even that long of a nap. It seemed like hours of walking to Ron's exhausted mind, when it had only been minutes.
The slow pace soon picked up, and Ron managed to keep walking as they came to some huge metal doors. The leader walked up to a console. Ron watched as the robot used his two fingers and thumb to type in a code. Ron could not read it, or recognize anything. It was an alien language. The large metal doors slowly whooshed open revealing a new corridor. This one differed greatly from the ones they left behind. It was stainless steel, and unlike the other aisles, lit brightly. At the other side of the passage was another door guarded by two robots.
They walked quickly over to the other side. All Ron could hope was that the prisons on this world had beds. When they reached the door, the guards gave them no notice as if they were expecting them. The door opened and revealed an office of some type. At the other side of the room was a black desk that was made of some sort of rock that neither Dementor nor Ron recognized. On the desk was a computer that looked far more advanced than anything on Earth. On the right wall was a window with a view of a lake and a forest.
At the desk sat a man in a blue tunic who looked up as soon as they entered. His face was slightly darker than that of Ron's but nothing else differed much, unless you compared them close up. His chin was a bit squarer than Ron's but not like Barkin or Eric. He had big ears just like Ron, but his smile wasn't goofy. His hair was a light wavy brown combed back from his face. He was cleanly shaven and had no beard. His face was more mature than Ron's, but Ron instantly knew that the guy in front of him couldn't be any older than he was or not that much anyway.
The man stood up and walked over to Ron and Dementor, stopping mere inches from them. He was slightly taller than Ron, but you couldn't tell that either unless you put them back to back. The man spoke, "I'm General Beta, and I presume my elite commandos mistook you for ARC troopers," he said.
"What are ARC troopers?" Ron asked.
"The Republic's specially trained commandos that have infiltrated and destroyed many of my assets too many times to count. I developed and trained these elite commandos to counter them. They mistook you for them."
"Hey," the question was bugging Ron so he had to ask Beta. "Okay, dude, this may be totally random, but just how old are you?" Ron asked him suspiciously.
Beta sighed, "I'm seventeen years old," he answered in a straightforward manner, no edge in his voice.
Ron couldn't believe it, "Whoa, you're my age and you're a general, how in the world did you do that?" Ron asked amazed. Dementor himself was a bit surprised, but didn't show it. He had of course dealt with Kim Possible many times.
Beta gave a hearty laugh himself, "I won't say it was easy, but I proved my brilliance on the battlefield on more than one occasion. The Count didn't want to hold someone like me back," Beta answered Ron.
Ron looked down and then back up at Beta, "So where exactly are we?"
"Ord Canfre of the Outer Rim region near the Braxant Run. Don't you guys know this stuff? Aren't you guys some sort of merchants?" Beta asked walking back to his desk. "If you are, you guys must be new; you're in a Confederate occupation zone on the frontlines. You guys are lucky you landed here. The Count or the General would have ordered you shot upon landing anywhere else," Beta chuckled a little at his last statement as he sat back down at his desk.
Ron grimaced and Dementor twitched. Both remembered their experiences in the last few hours with guns and droids. Ron and Dementor looked at each other dumbfounded. Neither of them had a clue what Beta was talking about, "Uh."
Beta rummaged through a drawer at his desk taking out a bottle of water and three cups. He set them on the desk and began to pour the water into the cups, "OM-5, send for two seats. We don't need to make our guests uncomfortable."
"Roger, roger," and with that the robot turned and exited through the door.
"So, where are you newbie's from? You guys are obviously not familiar with your jobs yet," Beta inquired as he poured the last cup of water. Dementor and Ron still looked at him clueless. "Would you like some water," Beta asked holding out a cup of water for Ron. Ron eagerly nodded and grabbed the cup from Beta's hand.
He quickly drank the water gulping it down as fast as he could, "Ah," Ron sighed satisfied with the large refreshment. Dementor quickly took his also and drank it, but not as eagerly as Ron.
Beta gave a hearty laugh, "You guys act like you've been stranded on Tatooine for days."
"If you say so," Dementor answered having again no clue what he was talking about.
"So, seriously, where are you guys from? Bandomeer, Null, Wayland - don't tell me you're from the Republic? Then we would have to kill you as a spy." Beta chuckled. Ron and Dementor looked at each other with horrified expressions drawn on their faces and then back at Beta who was waiting for an answer.
"So are those like other cities on this world or what?" Ron asked, trying to see if he was right.
Beta stared at them in disbelief. He was getting impatient. "What planet are you from?" he asked straight out, taking a drink of water and leaning back in his chair.
"Oh planet, uh, yeah, well, uh, you see, we came here through a portal from Earth. I don't know…" Beta interrupted Ron's answer by spewing out his drink on his desk and Ron.
Beta coughed and hit his chest trying to get the water that had gone down the wrong tube, "What… What did you say?" Beta asked in disbelief from what he had heard from Ron. 'It can't be.'
"What? I said we are from Earth. Now I don't know if we're somewhere else in our, our, oh man! What's the name of our galaxy again?"
"The Milky Way, and no we are in another DIMENSION!" Dementor shouted at Ron.
"Impossible," Beta said in disbelief as he slowly shook his head back and forth. Suddenly he started to feel queasy as he slowly got up out of his seat. He steadily walked back to Ron and looked at him very closely.
Ron began to feel uneasy as the general slowly inched his way closer, "What's, uh, wrong sir?" Ron forced a smile as beads of sweat began to form on his brow. 'Oh, man, I really wish Kim were here.'
"You, you are the one I have been waiting for," General Beta said jabbing a finger at Ron.
"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about," Ron said as sweat began to trickle down his face. He took a step back, wondering if he was a marked man. He was beginning to feel remorse for leaving Kim and Rufus, but he couldn't stand to look at her anymore and Sensei had told him about some sort of prophecy. Ron was sure that it had to do with something and the portal. Had he been wrong? 'Oh man, I really screwed up this time.'
"I can feel it within you," Beta proclaimed as he got closer. "You have Mystical Monkey Power."
Ron was shocked, "How did you know that?" Ron asked in disbelief that a man from another dimension would know he had Mystical Monkey Power"
"I, like you, am from Earth," Beta stated as he turned and went back to his desk.
"Impossible!" Now it was Dementor's turn to be in shock. "You, you are the boy those scientists sent here nine years ago. No?" Dementor said in awe.
"Yes," Beta sighed as he sat back down in his chair.
"Where's your family?" Dementor asked looking around as if he was searching for them.
"Gone, all of them, dead," Beta sighed again as he began to rummage through the compartment from where he had gotten the water.
Ron waved his hands in the air still not fully comprehending what was happening. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let me get this straight, you're from Earth, and you know about Monkey Power."
"What are your names?" Beta asked as he continued to rummage through the drawer.
"Dementor."
"And you?" Beta looked at Ron.
"My name? Ron, Ron Stoppable," Ron answered.
"Well Ron, you are not the only one who has the power. In fact there are a lot of people out there that have a power very similar to ours," Beta stated as he pulled out an old scroll from his drawer, unraveling it.
"Wait – us? You have mystical monkey power, and there are others who have the mystical monkey powers?" Ron asked now interested in the subject.
"Yes Ron, but like you and me, no," Beta answered as he attempted to read the scroll the old man had handed him all those years ago. He had ignored it, never believing in the prophecy until a couple of years ago when he found out he was like the Count. Even then, he had his doubts about the prophecy - until now.
"What do you mean by that?" Ron asked inquisitively.
Dementor was lost for words. He had no clue what the two were talking about. "Vhat are you two talking about?" he asked, but they ignored him.
"There is something in this dimension called the force. It is practically identical to mystical monkey power."
"Wait, so all monkey power is, is some kind of force," Ron inquired.
"Yes, except, we have a few certain advantages over this force, and that is that there is no line drawn where you can't use a certain type of the force."
"Really," Ron replied raising his eyebrow.
"Yes, but I will show you and teach you how to use these certain types of the monkey power later. Right now, we are at war, and right now you have a choice…wait, how did you two get here?" Beta asked.
"Pan-dimensional Vortex Inducer," they both replied at the same time.
"Ah! Where did it go?" Ron said, frantically checking his pockets. "Oh man, I knew I left something on that darn transport," Ron groaned out in misery.
Beta smiled, "OM-1, the item please," Beta asked the droid leader. The droid detached the Pan-dimensional Vortex Inducer from a latch on its back and handed it over to Beta.
"Hey, that was mine. How did you get that?" Ron indignantly asked the robot.
"You're a heavy sleeper," the robot replied emotionlessly. Ron's face grew red and he was ready to give the droid a piece of his mind.
Beta laughed, "They are quite intelligent, at least more so than the other ones. Right now I'll keep this here. We don't want the Count to find out about this or he will order our immediate destruction."
"Wait, I thought the Count was on your side?" Ron asked now confused once more.
Beta smacked his face with his hand, "Oh man, do you have a lot to learn. However, before I teach you the history, how to fight, and how to use and control your powers, you have to accept my proposition."
"And what is that," Ron implied.
Beta sighed, "Ron, you are a Gatekeeper, like me. You've landed in a galactic civil war where there is evil around every corner. We must stop or slow it down at all costs, or should I say you, before the conflict in our own world starts. This dimension and ours will soon be drawn into a conflict that only five were born to stop."
"Who are they?"
"Me, but more importantly, you are," Beta stood up and walked over to Ron, "You are…arggghhh, I'll tell you about the prophecy later. For now, you have two choices; you can stay here for the rest of your life in the city near by with your traveling partner, or…"
"He is not my traveling partner," Ron proclaimed turning away from Dementor.
"He is thorn in my SIDE!" Dementor retorted back.
Beta watched in amusement, "or, you can become my apprentice and I will train you to the best of my abilities. So what do you want to do? It's your choice," Beta asked reaching out to shake Ron's hand with his right.
Ron thought it over for a while. He missed Kim and that was the only thing really on his mind. "Maybe the training will help me forget about her, and I can work off the pain," he pondered it. 'Maybe I can work on my monkey power skills and become a gatekeeper. But I do want to see Kim again, even if she found her happily ever after, hmm.' Ron contemplated this for a while, and then finally made up his mind. He extended his right hand and shook General Beta's hand, "You've got yourself a deal bro, on one condition," Ron said looking Beta in the eye.
"May I inquire as to what this condition is?" Beta asked.
"On the condition that we will get back to Earth. I left a few people behind without any real notice," Ron replied.
"Ha, we're destined to go back to Earth. One day we will have to, and save it from the forces of evil. However, to make it back alive is your will. You have to have faith in yourself and not rely on others." Ron looked down as Beta explained this to him and frowned. "Look at me," Beta demanded him. Ron looked up and into the eyes of Beta. Even though Ron knew he could be no older than he was, there was something in Beta's eyes. They held a lifetime of experience, void of all innocence and childish things, but full of courage and determination. Ron only knew one other person like this in his life, and that was Kim. He already regretted leaving her back in the woods, but it was too late.
He looked further into his eyes; they seemed trustworthy. He decided to accept his gut instinct to trust Beta.
"You need to forget about the past if you are to pass the trials you must go through and become a true Gatekeeper," Beta told him sternly. Ron raised his finger to ask a question but Beta silenced him. "One day, hopefully soon, you will surpass me in your powers and skills in all areas, but it won't be easy, do you understand that?" Ron was getting nervous; he didn't know if he could do it now. He had gone to Yamanuchi and learned how to use the Lotus blade, but now what this guy was asking him to do sounded horrendous. 'I'll do it for Kim; I'll prove myself to be the best.'
Ron firmly gripped Beta's hand looking him in the eye with determination. He had to do it. There was no turning back. This could be the only way to get back to Kim and he was going to take it, "I'm in Beta," he told him.
"Good," Beta replied smiling, "very good."
"OKAY, enough vith the chit-chat. I am a prisoner and I vant ANSWERS!" Dementor shouted at Beta. The droids immediately held their guns directly at Dementor's head, taking his shouting as a threat.
"Stand down, he's a friend," Beta ordered the droids. They lowered their weapons and stood back away from Dementor.
Dementor was dumbfounded, and Ron was just as shocked, "WHAT!" Ron shouted at the top of his lungs. "He, he's a super villain. He's evil, he's not a friend," Ron said pointing at Dementor.
Dementor crossed his arms, "I am a mad scientist. I am supposed to be EVIL!" Dementor retorted.
"Is that so Dementor?" Beta smiled crossing his arms over his chest. "Well then, I'll make you a proposal."
"Vhat kind of proposal?" Dementor eyed him, now curious.
"Well, you see, I need help with manufacturing my battle droids," Beta said walking over to him.
"What are droids?" both Dementor and Ron asked.
"Droids, the very things that captured you two, my friends," Beta said smiling jabbing his thumb over at the silver droids standing behind Dementor.
"Aren't they robots?" Ron asked.
"Robots, Ron, is kind of an insulting word."
"Why do need Dementor's help making them? You have thousands," Ron replied.
"Thousands? Obviously, you haven't been around the planet. I have billions of all sorts in my army and navy; however, there is a slight problem," Beta said.
"And vhat problem is that?" Dementor demanded.
"Well, only a fraction are worthy of fighting by themselves, one on one."
"I'm going to go out on a limb and guess. Those would be the big scary ones, and then the ones that captured us," Ron said crossing his arms.
"Yes, otherwise, well, you know what I mean Dementor. You killed two of them single handedly," Beta said ruefully.
"Yes, they are quite stupid, and lacking of the soldier spirit," Dementor said snickering.
Beta's face went sour as he glared at Dementor. The two had only been away from Earth for mere hours and they were already insulting his army. "Yes, that would be a problem," Beta sneered at Dementor. "I need ones that are more like this," Beta said proudly lightly tapping one of the silver droids.
"Vell, why don't you make more?" Dementor asked.
"Well, that's the snag. Making them smart isn't a problem, it's producing the armor. We can't recreate this metal like other metals."
"So?" Dementor was getting a bit impatient.
"That's where you come in. You quit your evil ways and become my top scientist and mass produce these for the Confederacy or…" Beta paused.
"Or?" Dementor implied raising an eyebrow.
"Or you can be locked up in a prison for the rest of the war," Beta finished. "Your choice."
Dementor's impatient face turned into a frown and finally he forced a smile, "Of course I vill, even though you take all the evil and fun out of it," Dementor grumbled while shaking Beta's hand in agreement.
"What was that?" Beta asked him.
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all," Dementor smiled ingratiatingly.
"Great. Now if we are to get Dementor his job and you started on your training, we need to travel to Mandalore," Beta stated as he walked in between the two and out the door. Ron and Dementor tried to follow but the droids stopped them. "It's alright, release them," Beta ordered. The droids stepped aside and let them exit out of the door and back into the hallway. The droids followed them after they left.
"So where are we going again?" Ron asked as he and Dementor caught up to Beta.
"Mandalore, in the Mandalore System," Beta answered as they walked into the dim passages of the base.
"Is that another one of those cities, because if it is, I'm gonna need to change out of these clothes," Ron said fiddling with his clothing, showing off the holes and rips they had endured the last twenty-four hours.
Beta stopped and turned around to face Ron. He looked him over, assessing his clothing, "Mmhmm."
"What?" Ron asked shrugging his shoulders.
"Yes," Beta proclaimed. He turned to OM-5, "OM-5, escort Ron and Dementor to their new quarters in Section B. Make sure they wash up and have a clean set of clothing." He looked back at Ron and then back at OM-5, "and make sure you get Ron's wound patched up," Ron winced again and put his hand onto his wound as the pain started to ebb back into his left shoulder. "Put him in a bacta tank," Beta ordered.
Ron frowned and his eyes grew wide, "What, what's a bacta tank?"
"It's a tank that heals your injuries. That wound of yours looks pretty bad, it needs to be patched up before we can leave to Mandalore," Beta replied.
"Phew, for a second there, it sounded like something bad," Ron said relieved as he wiped the sweat away from his forehead.
"Oh, it's not that bad. Just don't get any of the stuff in your mouth. It's not the most pleasant tasting thing in the galaxy," Beta answered trying to hold in his laughter.
Ron's eye twitched as OM-5 and the rest of the droids led him and Dementor down the hall away from Beta. "NOOOO!" Ron shouted, "I take that back, I don't want to go into the bacta tank," Ron whimpered.
"You need it if we are going to Mandalore," Beta shouted back. Ron tried to make his version of the puppy dog pout to Beta, but it had no effect as they turned the corner. Beta let out a loud laugh as they disappeared around the corner. "I hope he knows how to put on the breathing mask correctly, or he's gonna be gagging all the way to Mandalore," Beta mused to himself as he walked down the hall to his quarters.
The Prom, the most important dance of the year and Kim was at the entrance holding Ron's hand. Everyone cheered, Monique began to jump up and down with her hands in the air and Brick pumped his fist in the air whistling. Kim was surprised that everyone cheered at the thought of her and Ron getting together. It was as if they had been waiting for it. Bonnie was the only person who was not happy about the couple being to together, so instead she folded her arms and glared at them. "Figures she wouldn't be too happy for me and Ron," Kim thought. Everyone stopped cheering as the song 'Could It Be' began to play.
Kim looked over to Ron who was at her side and Ron looked at her. She tried to give her best smile but she was nervous. Ron returned the smile as they looked away from each other. 'What's wrong Kim; he's been your friend since pre-k. He knows your every secret' she thought to herself. 'Huh' Kim was surprised to find Ron leaning against her, but was even more surprised when she felt something at her foot pushing her into Ron. 'Rufus!' Kim mused as all of her attention went to Ron again.
Kim stood back for a moment as she stared into his brown eyes that were always full of joy and compassion. He held out his hand to her and Kim looked down at it for a moment mulling over what was happening. She accepted and took his hand with her own. She felt his other hand move to the small of her back. They made their way to the center of the room and began to dance as the song began.
I know we've been friends forever
But now I think I'm feeling something totally new
And after all this time I opened up my eyes
Now I see you were always with me
Kim stared into his eyes as he stared into hers; she was now sure about the feelings she had felt since the modulator incident on that warm March night. She let go of his hands and wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, resting her neck in the crook of his shoulder. She melted into his arms as he wrapped them around her. It felt so right to be in his arms, she didn't feel alone anymore. Everything that had happened that night, everything that was around her was drifting away so it was only her and Ron.
Could it be you & I
Never imagined
Could it be suddenly I'm fallin' for you
They stopped dancing as Kim pulled away looking into Ron's eyes, unsure if he harbored the same feelings for her or if it was all just a dream. He smiled at her as she stared into his, she returned the smile with her own as butterflies began to flutter in her heart. 'Is this how love feels' she wondered.
Could it be you were right here beside me and I never knew
Could it be that it's true
It's you and it's you
Kim rested her head on his as they both closed their eyes savoring the moment of peace that was around them. Joy filled her heart as she pulled her head away slightly, feeling a little nervous. She stared into Ron's eyes as his smile turned into a frown, not sure of her intentions. Kim closed her eyes again parting her lips hoping Ron would follow her move. She brought her lips to his and kissed him. He held her in his arms and she didn't want him to let go as her hands moved to his shoulders. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss.
'Cause today is the start of the rest of our lives
I can see it in your eyes
And it's real, and it's true
It's just me and you
Could it be that it's you
She broke the kiss and opened her eyes to find Ron smiling down at her. She smiled back as she rested her head on her shoulder 'Today is the start of the rest of our lives Ron,' she thought enjoying the moment..
Kim opened her eyes as Ron let go of her. Something was wrong. She looked around, everything was dark, and the music had stopped. She looked up to see Ron standing mere inches away from her, tears brimming in his eyes, "Why KP?" he asked her as he took a step back.
"Ron, I, I don't understand?" Kim questioned him confused as he took a step back. She turned around to see a large window playing some sort a video she couldn't make out right away. Then it all became clear, it was a video of her at the prom, but instead of kissing Ron, she was kissing Eric. She turned back around to face Ron who was slowly backing away further into the darkness. She shook her head back and forth, "Ron, I, I didn't do it!" she screamed out to him. He just continued to back away slowly into the darkness until he disappeared completely.
"ROOONNNNNN!" she screamed out calling his name as long as her lungs would let her. No matter how loudly she screamed, he didn't come back. A black void, where nothing was tangible, surrounded her. Then out of nowhere, red glowing eyes appeared, nothing else, just sinister glowing red eyes. A horrible laugh came from the darkness terrifying Kim, but nonetheless she shouted Ron's name, "ROOONNNNNN!" she shouted again. The laugh got louder and louder, the eyes closer and closer. Her heart beat faster and faster, then the laughing stopped when they eyes stopped their advance toward her, just a few yards away.
A thundering voice spoke out from the black void, "RON IS DEAD!" it snickered. Kim's eyes grew wide in shock as tears began to trickle out of the corners of her eyes. It seemed as though the sinister red eyes saw her tears. The horrible thundering laughs returned. Kim fell to her knees as tears dropped into the black void forever falling. She looked up seeing nothing but darkness and screamed, "ROOOOONNNNNNNN!"
SPLASH
Kim's eyes shot open as she finished screaming Ron's name, tears still pouring from her eyes. Light poured in from the window hurting her eyes. She felt a set of hands on both of her arms restraining her. "LET GO!" she shouted. The hands let go and she quickly sat up. At first, her vision was blurry from the tears staining her sight. She rubbed her eyes wiping the tears away. She opened her eyes again taking in her surroundings. Her mom and dad were standing on either side of her bed watching her. She noticed it was cold and she was soaking wet. 'Wait, why am I wet?' she wondered until her gaze came upon two young boys holding bucket in their hands.
"Tweebs!" she growled glaring at them with malice.
"Uh-oh," Jim and Tim said in unison looking at each other. They dropped their buckets and took off down the hatch and into the hall below.
Kim threw her blankets and sheets off ready to pursue her two annoying brothers until she found herself being restrained by her mother and father once again, "Whoa, hold on there Kimmie-cub. Your brothers are totally innocent," Mr. Possible told her, gently grasping her arm.
"Its true Kim," her mother responded, "we told Jim and Tim to throw water on you. It was the only thing we could do to get you awake," her mother told her caressing her cheek.
"But why? Why did you tell them to throw ice cold water on me?" she asked looking back and forth at her mother and father.
"You were in a night terror, we couldn't wake you up. We tried everything, but all you did was shout Ron's name," Mrs. Possible replied.
Kim blushed when her mother said this and looked away bashfully. She looked back up at her mother who was now sitting at her side holding her hand. "Mom, what time is it?" Kim asked.
"Its eleven o'clock," Mrs. Possible answered.
Kim looked her mom straight in the eye, "mom…" Mrs. Possible cut her off.
"There're pancakes on the table waiting for you, if Jim and Tim haven't gotten to them," Mrs. Possible smiled at her daughter.
Kim smiled at them, she gave her mother a hug and then kissed her dad on the cheek, "Thanks guys, you're the best," she told them as she crawled out of bed and walked down the hatch.
"Monique called hon, she's at the mall waiting for you if want to go," Mrs. Possible shouted out to her as her red hair disappeared below the floor.
Anne smiled and then turned to her husband who frowned at her. "What's wrong dear?" she asked him looking at him from across the bed.
James lowered his head, "is she going to be okay?" he asked gloomily.
Anne leaned across the bed, took one of her husband's hands and gripped it tightly, "I hope so dear, I hope so."
Kim ate breakfast faster than she normally did. She wanted to see Monique and talk about everything that had happened the previous night. She didn't know why, but talking to Monique always seemed to sort everything out and make things better. She hadn't even bothered asking for a ride to the mall, she walked the four miles wanting to be alone for a while. When she got to Club Banana and told Monique they needed to talk, Monique had closed the store to talk to her.
They had gotten a couple of salads to munch on during their conversation. "So he just walked through the portal, just like that?" Monique said trying to confirm everything Kim had told her.
"Yeah, and the worst part of it is, it was like he wanted to go. He didn't want to even see me," Kim replied burying her face in her arms.
Monique took a sip of her soda, "Harsh! He must really be down," Monique replied. Monique took a sip of her soda, "You know what you need to do now, don't you?" Monique told Kim taking another sip of her soda.
"What?" Kim moaned still burying her face in her arms.
"You need to go shopping for a day and then…"
"MONIQUE! This is so not the time," Kim protested angrily, lifting her head up, eyes wide open with frustration.
Monique held up a hand waving off Kim's protest, "Whoa! Hold on there girlfriend. I wasn't finished. You need to relax for a day or two, then you can find a way to find Ron," Monique stated.
"Oh yea, and just how do you think I'm going to find Ron?" Kim asked irritably folding her arms raising her eyebrow.
"I don't know, you're a Possible, figure it out," Monique replied.
"Monique, Ron's in another Dimension, probably not even in our own universe. And there's only one PDVI and Dementor took it," Kim groaned.
"Well I'm out of ideas, why don't you ask Wade? He is a super genius, isn't he?" Monique suggested.
"He's a super genius, but even he has his own limitations," Kim replied after mulling over the thought that Wade could make his own Pan-dimensional Vortex Inducer.
"So how are his parents taking it?" Monique asked about the Stoppable's, getting out her chair to throw her trash away.
Kim did the same and followed Monique out of the food court, "They're taking it really badly. They're really miserable. At least that's what my mom told me," Kim replied.
"Why wouldn't they be upset, Ron was their only child," Monique replied.
"Arghhh," Kim grumbled growing frustrated. "Let's stop talking about it. I already feel miserable already," Kim growled in frustration.
"Okay. So what do you want to talk about?" Monique asked bluntly.
"Well, how did the rest of prom go?" Kim asked. However, the prom was the last thing on her mind; Ron held her thoughts completely.
"Well after you left, Bonnie and Brick took the spotlight and got all of the attention," Kim growled at Monique's response. "But it was hilarious when he dunked her hair in the fruit punch," Monique giggled.
Kim couldn't help but laugh, she only wished she could have been there, "He didn't do it on purpose, did he?" Kim asked still laughing.
"Nah, just got a little carried away trying to impress the crowd," Monique replied still giggling.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Kim took the Kimmunicator out of her pocket, and turned on the screen to find the young super genius himself. "Whaddup Wade?" Kim noticed that Wade wasn't in his room, "Where are you?" Kim asked him growing suspicious.
"On a plane heading for Japan, but that's not what's important right now," Wade replied shaking his head.
"Question. Why are you going to Japan?" Kim asked arching an eyebrow.
"I was getting to that," Wade replied. "Sensei says he needs us, it's urgent," Wade said with a bit of excitement in his voice.
"Wade, I don't know if I can take anymore missions right now, not after what…" Kim was in the middle of explaining why when Wade cut her off.
"Kim, Sensei, Sensei and Yori told me they know where Ron is, or at least an idea. They know how to get you to him, but you have to hurry. I sent for GJ and they should have a ride for you in the west parking lot."
"See I told you that you would be able to find Ron!" Monique shouted out to Kim who had darted off toward the nearest exit. She didn't even hear Monique – all her thoughts were on Ron.
Yori and Sensei walked side by side in the secret gardens of Yamanuchi School arguing, "Sensei, how could you send Stoppable-san off like that? He won't last long without Possible-san, you know that," Yori told Sensei trying to keep the malice and disrespect out of her voice while trying to make a point with her master.
Sensei stopped and turned to look at Yori, "I was doing what was best. Do not worry, he is in good hands," Sensei replied.
"But Sensei, how do you know that he has not been captured or, or worse?" Yori protested trying her best to contain her emotions.
"Do not worry, I have already contacted Team Possible and the scientists who created the Inducer. They will be here in a few hours," Sensei replied. "We must hurry; something has come up that has brought up great remorse in me for sending Stoppable-san alone."
Yori, sensing her master's urgency, was getting worried, "What's wrong Sensei?" she asked with fear in her voice.
Sensei looked down for a moment, closing his eyes, trying to comprehend how everything was happening so quickly. He looked up at her and stared deep into her eyes, "With the rise of the Gatekeepers, the Deceptors have also risen once again with a surge of new evil." Yori gasped. She had heard of the Deceptors from Sensei, and had thought them destroyed long ago when Toshimiru had defeated them.
"How?" she asked.
"It has been prophesied, they will rise from the midst of deception and evil," Sensei answered. He took in a deep breath turning his back to Yori. He sighed, "They have already countered my move and stolen Yamanuchi's two most prized possessions."
"That's impossible! When did this happen?" Yori inquired.
"Last night," Sensei sighed, "The War of Deception has begun, and only five can stop it," Sensei spoke out into the wind that wisped by, sending shivers up his spine, confirming what he had just said.
Yori was not concerned about the war, only with what the Deceptors had stolen. If they had what she thought they had, then they could kill Ron before he ever mastered his powers. Sensei could only hope Beta could keep Ron safe and train him well.
"But who?" Yori asked.
"The answer should be obvious," he responded turning back around and walking past her.
Rain drenched the rain forests of the Congo in the dark humid night. All the creatures in the forest were silent, trying not to disturb the dark evil that surrounded the local area. In the depths of a cave sat a man in a black gi, deep in meditation. The fragrance of incense filled the cave. The wind whistled by the cave, making a blood curdling sound that didn't bother the simian man.
Three figures who had been walking through the muddy trail all through the night stepped out of the rain and into the dimly lit cave. The leading figure stepped on a small twig, which made a crunching sound that brought the simian man out of his trance. His black eyes glared at the three dark figures that stood before him. He stood up and flicked his fingers. Dozens of monkey ninjas dressed in black gi's lit torches revealing the three mysterious figures.
"My dear boy, you captured the desired items?" Monkey Fist asked.
"Yes, Lord Fist," the leader answered bowing down handing the Lotus Blade and a weird monkey statue to Monkey Fist.
Monkey Fist took them with greed and then looked over at the other two figures that stood behind the young man. "So, Eric. What are these?" Monkey Fist inquired.
"Synthodrones. I stole Drakken's technology just like you insisted," Eric replied smiling sinisterly.
"You have learned well Eric," Monkey Fist replied walking toward a shrine in the back of the cavern, carrying the monkey statue and the lotus blade in his hands. Monkey Fist began to laugh, "The fool took my advice on how to take over the world, and he failed as usual. When will he ever learn?" Monkey Fist snickered. "I'll have to thank him for providing such an elaborate distraction while I made my diabolical move to become one step closer to becoming Monkey King," he laughed aloud. He turned around to Eric who was following him, "So did you succeed in killing Kim Possible on your mission?" Monkey Fist asked glaring at him.
Eric looked away laughing nervously, "About that…"
"You failed to kill Kim Possible!" Monkey Fist shouted in rage at Eric and the two synthodrones, his eyes burning with fire.
"It wasn't my fault that there was an entire battalion of police and Global Justice Agents there," Eric protested.
"You should have taken her to an alley or something, used your charm," Monkey Fist replied.
"I was almost to that point. If only that loser didn't get in the way," Eric exclaimed with annoyance and malice.
"It does not matter; it is only a temporary setback. You have at least forced Sensei to separate the two. I know he is testing their abilities without each other, but he will soon regret forever making that decision. Ha-ha, ha, ooh ha-ha," Monkey Fist laughed hysterically.
Another figure, robed similarly to Monkey Fist, slowly entered the cave and took a place beside Eric. He took off his black mask revealing his charming yet sinister features. He had grown since the last time he had worked for Monkey Fist. He had bulked up just to the point where he was as strong as Eric, yet not to the point where he lost any edge in flexibility or maneuverability. He took a small silver object and handed it over to Monkey Fist, bowing, "The mission has been accomplished Master," Fukushima said with respect and dignity.
"Ah, the replicator, "Monkey Fist said with jubilance. He looked back at Fukushima, "what word do you have on our allies?" Monkey Fist requested.
"W.E.E. has accepted our terms and will provide you with whatever you need to support your cause. As for Global Justice, let's just say they will have to promote a new director and staff very soon," Fukushima snickered.
"Good. You see Eric, at least one of my students is competent," Monkey Fist replied slyly. Eric glared at Fukushima, hatred and malice spilling from his burning eyes. Monkey Fist put the monkey statue and the Lotus Blade on the shrine he had recently discovered. "Finally our time has come. The Deceptors will once again rise again and rule the stars," Monkey Fist laughed. "With the Simian Monstrum, the Lotus Blade and the new replicator, we can finally have revenge!" Monkey Fist shouted throwing his hands up into the air as Eric and Fukushima watched him.
A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader readtome.
Thanks again to those who reviewed my first KP fanfic piece.
Will Kim be able to get to Ron? Will Monkey Fist and his followers succeed in uniting the evil forces of the universe? What does Beta and the Clone Wars have in store for Ron? What is Ron's first training assignment?
Chapter 3 coming soon!
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