I in no way profit from these writings. Kim Possible and assorted cast are the property of Walt Disney. The following fan fiction in no way reflects neither Disney's original intent nor its intended characterization of any of the parties, real or fictional, that are contained in this story.
AN: I already had this completed as part of a larger chapter but thought it would fit better as a chapter of its own. It's short but starts to hint at things to come.
Still not sure I'm getting the, as Sentinel103 calls it, 'mayhem' right or believable. I do tend to stay away from actual gore and leave things to the reader's imagination. Let me know what you think.
Special Note:
pbow and sentinel103, Getting comments from both you was an honor. I've been a fan of your work as well as that of others to numerous to list since I started reading fan fiction. Thank you.
Again, R&R appreciated
The Wanderer
By: obbiejoe
Chapter 3 - First Encounter
Ron looked at syntha-drone 901 with a smile on his face. "You know the last time I saw you, you were… well, a lot thinner."
Even though it was a syntha-drone the anger showed clearly on 901's face. "We do not have time for frivolity Stoppable, where are the Possible's? The Emperor has decreed they should die and will not stand for any delays in the execution of his desires."
Ron slowly began walking toward the syntha-drone. "My, my, my. How formal. Did Drakken change your programming when he slapped a patch on you and pumped you back up or have you always been a dweeb?"
A sneer formed on 901's face as Ron walked closer. "You know Stoppable? I just realized that including you with the Possible's would in all likelihood make His Majesty's vengeance a bit sweeter."
As Ron and 901 were facing off Joss and Yori were not too far back from the entrance of the mine. Yori was peering over the barricade attempting to follow what was happening outside when Joss's voice whispered to her. "Hey Yori, looky here. Ronnie's on TV."
Yori took a moment to glance back to see what Joss was talking about and saw her staring at a dusty old TV. After a quick worried glance back over the barricade Yori slipped back to where Joss was standing and looked at the screen Joss was watching.
Joss had been right, on the screen was the slightly fuzzy image of Ron. Yori took another glance out of the mine and after quickly calculating angles realized what was happening. At least one of the Battle droids, the one on the right, was broadcasting a signal and somehow the equipment here had picked up that signal and was displaying it on the screen.
She was about to rush to the mine entrance and inform Ron of this development when she stopped and a smile formed on her face. Joss suddenly realized what was happening and called out. "Shit Yori, those varmints are sending a video feed back to wherever they come from. We gotta stop it."
As Joss straightened up and prepared herself for action she felt Yori's hand on her shoulder. "I believe it best to take no action just yet Joss-san. Allowing the transmission to continue may very well prove helpful to our ultimate goal."
Joss spun her head and looked at Yori. "Huh?" Yori just smiled as she watched the screen. "You have not yet seen the Chosen One in battle Joss-san. And I am certain that those receiving this signal are also unaware of his abilities. Perhaps we can instill a bit of discord through the ranks of the enemy by simply allowing them to witness what happens when the Chosen One is driven to anger."
Joss answered with yet another "Huh?" Yori turned to look at her. "Have patience young one. You will shortly understand my meaning." Then Yori turned to look at the screen again, three seconds later she chuckled and looked at Joss again. "I believe the Chosen One would take this moment to ask if anyone had any popcorn."
Outside Ron had stopped his walk toward 901. "You know Eric. I was always a little disappointed that Rufus was the one who got to take you down. I guess I must be living right or something to be given a second chance like this." Ron saw 901 glance around him quickly and knew he was looking for anything pink. "Don't worry Eric, Rufus is back home with his family. It's just you and me here this time."
901 fixed his gaze on Ron. "I am not concerned about your disgusting little rat Stoppable. The Emperor made a few improvements before he reactivated me and a simple rat bite would no longer result in a failure of my systems. I can even loose a limb and still function well enough to reduce you to a wet smudge on the landscape."
Ron simply smiled. "Wow, that's pretty radical Eric, I'm happy for you. No more having to clean up a mess of goop if you cut yourself shaving must be great." Then Ron lost his smile. "Tell you what… Eric, why don't you tell those robot things to just wait for a bit. That way it'll just be the two of us, you know, mano y mano, or maybe it should be mano y mecha."
901 was the one who smiled this time. "I have already done that Stoppable. Having them reduce you to your composite atoms would not be nearly as satisfying as what I am planning." Then 901 blazed forward with his hands clenched in front of him clearly intent on wrapping them around Ron's neck. His electronic mind registered surprise when the time he had calculated for him to reach Ron's position came and went with no contact.
Stopping quickly he noticed he was past the point where Ron had been. Somehow he had missed. Spinning quickly he saw Ron standing ten feet behind him smiling and with a sword in his hand. 901 quickly ran a diagnostic on his internal clock, there was no way he had given Ron time to not only move out of his way but draw the sword that had been strapped to his back.
The diagnostic came back with no errors and the total elapsed time calculated out perfectly. Deciding to run a more thorough diagnostic after he finished he reached out again, this time he intended to move a bit more slowly toward his target. Seeing the fear and anguish on his face as the life was throttled from him would be more satisfying anyway. As soon as he reached out in front of him he knew something was wrong, only one arm had followed the command.
Looking at the arm that had failed to respond all he saw was a short stump where the arm had been. Astonished at what had happened 901 looked over at Ron again. Ron simply smiled as he slid the sword back into the scabbard on his back. "Loose something Eric?"
Synthetic rage flashed through 901'a systems as he rushed forward again keeping his eyes on his target the entire time. When he was only two feet away something strange happened, something he had not known was even possible for a human, Ron's eyes changed from brown to blue.
That fact had just registered when he felt a blow connect with his chest, he flew six feet up and ten feet back and landed in a twisted heap back where he had charged from. 901's sensors heard the groaning and snapping that told him his resilient internal structure was attempting to repair itself as his head swiveled to see Ron making his way slowly toward him.
Still not able to move effectively, 901 was still lying there when Ron arrived. He was no longer smiling and his eyes flashed with the blue color 901 had seen just before he had been hit. The voice that registered in 901's sensors was not that of Ron Stoppable, it was deeper, almost a rumble. "You were right Eric, there's no time for this. KP's in trouble and I'm here playing games with you." He watched his target reach down and grasp the arm that was still attached to his torso before it was effortlessly ripped from his shoulder and casually tossed it away.
The deep voice once again reached 901's sensors. "I'm just sorry Rufus isn't here to see this Eric. The little guy still holds a grudge ya know." Then 901 felt the hands of his target grip his head and one last sound reached his sensors before everything went dark, it was the sound of snapping when his head was pulled from his shoulders.
Ron spun around toward the battle droids with 901's head still in his hands. With a soft "You're not gonna come back from this one Eric." Ron threw the head directly at one of the droids and smiled when he heard the 'splat' as the head literally disintegrated as it hit. A minute later the two Battle droids, the most destructive pieces of armament in Drakken's armory, were scattered across the area in small pieces.
The two women in the mine were still sitting at the TV but their postures and the expressions on their faces were totally different. Yori was leaning back casually with a smile on her face elated that she was once again able to witness the true power of the Chosen One. She had seen it before when Drakken's forces had inadvertently stumbled upon Yamanochi during the second Diablo attack. Ron had arrived there shortly after witnessing what he had thought was the death of Kim Possible seeking guidance and the destruction he reigned upon the forces attacking Yamanochi had left even Sensei speechless.
Joss on the other hand was standing and leaning toward the monitor. What she had just seen wasn't even possible. She had seen the aftermath of what a single Battle droid had done to a military base that had been harassing the new Emperor's efforts and it hadn't been pretty. But she had just watched as Ron tore through the droids as though they were made of Paper Mache. And what he had done to that guy dressed in red and black had almost caused her up throw up until she realized, when Yori pointed out the absence of blood, that the guy hadn't even been real but one of those syntho things the Emperor used.
Five hundred miles away another woman, dressed in green and black, was staring at a monitor. At first her reaction to what she had seen on the screen was similar to the one Joss had. But just as the screen went blank as the last Battle droid ceased to function her expression changed to an almost mirror image of the one on Yori's face.
Currently on the screen in front of her was a dialog box that read simply 'Do you wish to delete?" with a smile the green and black clad woman reached down and pressed the 'Y' on the keyboard. Quickly rising to her feet she left the monitor room with confident strides. As she left she turned to the two men she had chased out of the room earlier. With a grumble in her voice she thrust her index finger into the chest of the nearest man. "Your stupid equipment isn't working idiot. The droids feed was cut as soon as you left and I haven't been able to get it back since. You better get that crap fixed before the Boss finds out or both of you guys are in deep shit.
Spinning on her heel she allowed a smile to cross her face as she made her way down the corridors toward the room where the only other person in this insane asylum who would be happy about what she had just seen was being kept. Nearing door she replaced the smile with a scowl and walked up to the guard standing outside the door. "Open it up. It's torment time for the princess again." With a knowing smile the guard punched a code into a small console and there was a small 'click' as the door unlatched.
Once inside Shego raised her finger to her lips unseen by the guard. Taking her away she loudly said. "Get up Princess, it's time for another one of our 'talks'." As the door swung shut behind her she heard a chuckle from the guard. As soon as the door was shut she walked to a specific spot in the room and the other occupant of the room stood and moved to another. It was a practiced move that they had performed many times over the years, each move and every posture had been carefully choreographed with painstaking exactness.
As soon as they were both in place Shego pressed a hidden button in her glove and the live surveillance feed from the room, both visual and audio, was replaced with a scene the two of them had performed for the camera's years before. It was luck that the two of them always wore exactly the same clothing, Shego in her green and black and the other forced to wear the red and black that was the only thing Drakken provided.
Shego had been starting to worry that a new video would have to be made soon, both of them were aging and the false recording wouldn't fool people much longer. Fortunately, after seeing what she had just seen in the monitor room, she didn't think that would be necessary any more.
As soon as they were sure the feed had time to properly switch both women relaxed. It was the redhead that spoke first. "What's wrong Shego? You're two days early, did something happen?"
Shego smiled at the only real friend she had ever had. "You better sit down princess. I've got some news for you." Kim moved over and sat down on the bed worried that Shego might have some bad news about her parents. Shego had told her a week ago that Drakken was going all out trying to find them and she began to fear the worst, that only puzzling thing was the smile on Shego's face, if it was bad news why was she smiling.
After making a mental note of exactly where a chair was sitting Shego pulled it over in front of the bed and sat down still smiling. As soon as she sat she looked up into the worried face of Kim Possible. "Relax princess, I only came to tell you it's time for you to start packing. Getting the nerdlinger out of here has paid off in dividends. He apparently found the sidekick and, based on what I just saw, I think it's about to get interesting around here, really interesting."
Next: The Vanguard and the imposter
