July 1st
"Hey, Father, I think I got something that's, like, I don't know, important or something." The teen barged into Father's tent in the mid-morning. The sun was only just entering the sky, such an angle that a shadow was cast upon most of the battlefield by the forests that surrounded the barren ex-farmlands.
Father grumbled with annoyance, rolling himself out of his king-sized mattress. "Yeah, Yeah, give me a minute, sonny boy." The teen left the room and Father went over to the small desk that was set up in his pavilion tent. He grabbed his smoking pipe and his cup, running his coffee maker. He waited for the coffee maker to dispense his coffee, yawning. He thought to himself for a minute: Sonny boy? Yeesh, maybe I am getting old.
After his coffee was dispensed, he took a sip from his mug and smirked. He felt the energy surge through him to get through the day. He removed his fluffy, pink robe, throwing it carelessly onto the bed, and left his tent, moving to the scanners that Cree and Chad were watching. "Alright. So what's the situation, kiddies?"
"Don't call us 'Kiddies'." Cree responded quickly. She pointed to the main scanner. "Here, take a look for yourself."
Father leaned forward, looking intently into the scanners. He saw a series of red dots marching along a tree line. He took a sip of his coffee, raising an eyebrow at it. "What exactly am I looking at?"
"Those Kids Next Dorks have mobilized a small force to patrol right on the edges of our battle lines." Chad responded, pointing and running his finger along the line of dots on the map.
"Well, I don't see what the big deal is about." Father said simply. "Keep your weapons ready, and keep your eyes on them, as you should." He turned heel and walked away from them, going back to his pavilion to get more of that amazing coffee.
She moved cautiously through the tree branches, covered perfectly by the evergreen that was blooming in the middle of the summer. The plan was going the way it seemed like it should. Numbuh 1 had moved out a few squads, led primarily by Numbuh 44a, and the squads were moving along the lines of the teens, from a safe distance. They were marching up and down the lines, keeping the teens' attention on them.
Numbuh 362 activated her Battle Ready Armor and snuck slowly along the trees, towards the main camp. She would have to wait to slip in when the time was right, probably at night if nothing else. Until then, she would just have to wait. She took a seat on the branch of one of the trees. The blonde pulled out a pair of binoculars, peering through to see what she could see. She wanted to see what the teens were-
What the crud were they doing?! Teens are stupid, yes, that is common knowledge. But the teen leaders, especially Father being among them now, would not be stupid enough to send so many teens out to scare such a small group of kids, especially considering the risk of KND retaliation…
She shook her head, mumbling angrily to herself, hoping that it wouldn't all go wrong now.
"Numbuh G4?"
"Yes, Numbuh 44?"
"Be ready to use that jetpack of yours to fly out for back-up, alright? In case things get ugly."
"Sir, yes, sir!"
This teenager is named Alan Timmersonne. In the grand scheme of everything, he is honestly not important to anything. But, he is important for this moment, on this day, for the start of the hour, which we shall round to about Eleven O'clock in the morning.
The teens moved slowly up to the furthest line that Cree had commanded of them. He was among the teens that had marched in the front of the lines. He crouched down behind the cover, as did all the other soldiers.
They watched carefully as the Kids Next Door stopped in their marching and stood up behind cover, keeping their weapons aimed in their general direction. They all watched the KND with itchy trigger fingers. They kept their lasers carefully trained on their certain targets.
The minutes slowly ticked by as the fresh July sun shined down on the teens. The heat of that big yellow marble was practically cooking them alive inside their B.R.A.s, yet they stood their vigilantly, waiting to do their job. Quietly the time went past them as a cool breeze suddenly pushed the leaves on the tree branches in a certain direction.
Unknown to most, the sound of a crunchy leave, say for example a lucky leaf that managed to stay on through the winter, landing on the plated metal of a teen's armor sounds vaguely like the sound of a KND M.U.S.K.E.T. firing. It is a strange coincidence in nature that has yet to be explained by scientists like 71.562. The moral of this information being shared with you is because this is what occurred.
That breeze pushed a lucky, crunchy, dead leaf towards the teen lines. It hit against the armor of the teen beside Alan.
After all those minutes of silent, edge-of-your-seat, tension that Alan was going through, he was startled by the sound of that leaf. He fired his laser at the KND lines.
He was subsequently blasted by sixteen mustard blasts, but the entire teen line began to fire down on Kids Next Door, the KND returning fire.
Like that, the battle began.
The shot fired from Alan's wrist laser was the call for immediate retaliation simply because he fired. It was because his blind shot was insanely lucky. Numbuh 44a was struck directly in the chest by the shot. The ensuing panic was of the KND trying desperately to trying to reorganize the line to hold if the teens decided to charge. One operative ran up to the person who was to assume command, while Numbuh G4 activated his backpack-jetpack to fly back to the hill.
"Numbuh 4!" The operative yelled.
The operative in the orange hoodie turned to him. "What do you want?" He shouted.
"Sir, as assumed commander, we need your orders!"
"Assumed commander?" The Aussie questioned. "What the crud do you mean?!"
"Numbuh 44a has received a major boo-boo burn to the chest, and, until Numbuh 60 arrives with some reinforcements, you assume command as being the only proxy to Commander Numbuh 1 from Sector V that's here." The operative responded, in fewer words to be honest, but he said enough.
Wally looked out at the operatives. They were hiding behind the small rises in the land level, firing when the lasers were not over their own head. In a stroke of tactical genius that only hits in the middle of a major battle, the Sector V operative gave a decent command. "Fall back, but don't you make it obvious! Go slow and keep blasting the crud out of them. Wait on Numbuh 60!" Numbuh 4 loved a fight as much as the next operative, but even he knew when taking on a fight was a fruitless endeavor. Even if he didn't know what the word fruitless meant.
The KND operatives all stood up in their spots, firing back at the teens, while slowly taking backwards steps after the order had been given. Numbuh 4 stayed on one knee, firing his chili ray to cover the other operatives. He fired diligently, knocking a teen or two down in the process, but the teens began to take notice and started stepping out of their trenches.
Numbuh 4 watched the teens as they made the slow approach. He turned to catch up with his fellow operatives, but suddenly found himself on the ground after an explosion from a few feet away knocked him down. He watched as small missiles started landing around him and the other squads, forcing them to stay inside a certain area to try and avoid them. He was preparing to give the order to retreat, when he heard the sound.
He turned his head towards the small hill and saw Numbuh 60 charging down, screaming madly, with a small army of reinforcements. They quickly took to firing on the teens and forced the teens to jump back into their trenches. The sounds of constant laser fire being exchanged across the field rang across the hills. The explosions rocked the ground under the operatives' feet. Patton ran to Wally, holding up his 2x4 rifle.
"Progress report, Numbuh 4!" The drill sergeant shouted over the explosion. The reinforcements quickly surrounded the two from all sides and quickly advanced forward, firing a constant barrage of lasers down on the defenseless teens.
"Um, uh… umm… uhh…. Numbuh 44 went down, and I was thinking about retreating. But not anymore!" He shouted patriotically. He held up his chili ray.
"Good job, Numbuh 4. I saw Numbuh G4 grab 44 while we were swooping in here. Numbuhs 1 and 5 are prepping defenses on the ridges, so we need to hold the teens back for as long as possible." Patton checked his weapon, to make sure it was ready for a long fight. "You move to the back with the other first liners, Wally. Rest up for a minute and make sure your weapon's alright."
Numbuh 4 nodded and turned away as he saw Numbuh 60 rush forward. He moved to the operatives he had originally been with and checked out his weapon. He took a few moments to simply get himself ready for the ensuing battle. As he turned to rejoin the fight, there was another sound.
An explosion went off, but it was followed by the scream of Numbuh 60. The teens were suddenly crossing onto the KND side of the field. Numbuh 4 rushed down and spotted Patton on the ground, a few of his back-up around him in a circle. The reinforcements were rushing back to the first liners again. Numbuh 4 grabbed Patton and flipped him over, then gasped at what he saw. Patton's face was covered in small, thimble sized, clucking chickens. He groaned painfully.
"Oh crud." Numbuh 4 quickly lifted him over his shoulder and started following the reinforcements.
"That's… a negative, soldier… leave me here." Numbuh 60 said.
"No way, Numbuh 60." The Aussie said simply, pressing himself harder to bring the chicken-poxed operative up the hill.
"I said no!" Numbuh 60 shouted and used all his strength to elbow Wally in the back. Wally fell onto his knees and dropped the injured Patton. "There's no time to ship me back to the ridge. Leave me and hold the line from that ridge there." He pointed to the hill from which he had come.
"That's crazy. I can't just leave you-!"
"GO!" Patton shouted, kicked the Sector V operative in the back. Wally sighed and angrily rushed up the hill.
He shouted at the other operatives as he ran past them. "Get up that hill and shoot the crud out of them!"
The teens watched as the kids began to retreat up the hill. They charged after, a few stragglers staying back to grab up those who were injured, and take the injured kids as prisoners. They charged up quickly, firing endless barrages at the backs of the operatives, knocking a few down as they did. Rachel McKenzie looked on from her vantage point, that sense of dread flowing through her. The teens had now, for the most part, moved away from the spot. She hopped down from the tree and moved quickly across the battlefield.
"Hey!" A random teenager shouted at her. She turned and looked at him. "I know you're eager to kick some kid butts, but can you help us out here?" He was lifting an injured teen over his shoulder and started carrying him back to the base camp.
Numbuh 362 sighed and ran over to the original teen battle line, lifting up a random teen, who just so happened to be the insignificant Alan, and ran him back to the medical bay in the teen base camp.
"Thar's tha' stupid boy." Fanny said simply, keeping her binoculars set on the kids as they retreated past Seminary Ridge. "You know, I bet we're losin' over there cause of Wally."
"Abby thinks you should shut your mouth before I shut it for you, decommissionin' girl." Numbuh 5 answered to her. She sat on the stone wall, looking back at the charge over Seminary Ridge. She held her hand up, keeping all of her fingers extended. "Do you see the teens?"
"Aye. The first 'uns coming over the hill now." Numbuh 86 handed Numbuh 5 the binoculars. Numbuh 5 looked through them curiously, with one hand. She saw the teens as they began charging over them. She waited until more of them came into view.
She balled her hand into a fist and thrust it forward. "FIRE!"
The SodaCanCannons boomed, blasting thousands of cans of soda in the direction of Seminary Ridge. The sound of the cans crackling and booming as they shattered in the middle of teen army could be heard across the way. The cans shattered against the sides of the hills, sending an explosion of sugar filled liquid onto the teens and blowing them down. After a few minutes, the teens were unable to handle the amount of ammunition being fired upon them.
The teens retreated back over Seminary Ridge.
As the afternoon began to set in, Father, Chad, and Cree had disassembled all but the medical tents and moved them to run along Seminary Ridge, bringing the KND bases within viewing distance of them. It was too risky to attack now, with such a large piece of his force currently repairing their armor and healing up. So Father waited, planning out his movements for the next day.
Night fell and the KND camps were no longer in such frenzy. Things were calm now and the operatives were happily enjoying their dinner of mac'n'cheese and pasta. The only operatives that were exempt of that were those currently meeting in the commander's tent.
Nigel Uno sat behind his desk as his lead officers slowly trickled in. Numbuh 86 stood in the corner, away from the commander. Numbuhs 2 through 5 stood around the tent. Numbuh 44b was sitting in a chair, looking anxious to leave. Numbuh 101 was writing something in a notepad in the last corner of the room.
Numbuh 4 was finishing his account of what happened over Seminary Ridge. "… Then, there was this big WHOOOSH! BAAAAAM! BOOM! And Numbuh 60 was down and covered in chicken pox!"
Nigel tapped a pencil against his desk, pondering. "So They captured Numbuh 60… We'll have to plan around that and get him back the first chance we get. All things considered, good job, Numbuh 4." The Brit said quickly. He looked to the rest of his officers. We'll have to be extra carefully with this base camp tomorrow. Father will probably try some kind of major attack, and we will need to be on top of defending everything if we mean to win. Numbuhs 2 and 86, I am going to need you to cover the northern flank with your operatives. Numbuhs 5 and 44, I want you to cover the south at Little Round Top. Numbuhs 3 and 4, you will help me in covering Culp's Hill. Any complaints?"
The room remained silent. "Good. Numbuh 44, get back to see how your twin is. Numbuhs 5 and 86, I need you both to stay for a moment."
The room cleared except for those two. He looked up at them both. "Numbuh 5, I know you understand the gravity of the situation, but I feel like I need to say it anyway. On the off chance that you end up meeting your sister out there, You are not allowed to let your feeling take over. You have to fight to win out there, understood?"
"Numbuh 5 knows exactly what Numbuh 5 has to do. Don't worry." Abigail responded, smirking at her superior. Numbuh 1 smiled and dismissed her. She left the room, leaving Fanny and Nigel alone.
Before Nigel could even talk, Fanny slammed her hands on his desk and leaned forward. "I don' like the idea of having to take your orders, ye stupid boy. So get on with it quick."
Nigel gulped, but kept his expression clear. "I understand that, Numbuh 86. First of all, I need you to make sure that the operatives north are doing exactly what is needed to be done. It's of major importance that the north is not taken." He held up his hand before she could speak. "Second, if anything should happen to me while we are fighting, let it be known to you now that all power that comes with commanding the KND here will be ceded to your control."
Numbuh 86 stood there, trying to think of what to say, but just remained silent. "You are dismissed, Fanny."
So the first day came to a close, but both sides eagerly awaited the morning of the coming day. Until then, however, Gettysburg remained silent in the summer night, except for the sound of crickets and the mumbles of children and teens.