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The Kids Next Door Moon base was one of the many places that Kyle McKenzie always despised going to. From his early days as a cadet to the constant mission reports and meetings with other operatives to the forming of the 14th founding of Sector Z. Most of all it was coming face-to-face with his boss and cousin, the KND Supreme Leader Numbah 362, Rachel T. McKenzie and the reasons for this visit weren't pleasant. Kyle stood with his eyes facing out towards their final destination as the other members of Assault Sector S command squad continued with their assigned duties. Number 54c was in communication with his boss, he was shaking his head as the angry Irish head of decommissioning shouted. The sector members that made up his new command until a new Sector Z could be formed, with the leading representatives of the five major clans of Scotland, each putting aside past rivalries and grudges for the betterment of the whole. He turned back and walked over towards the command chair as Numbah 473, Jessica McJovish his second-in-command and spy operative came over with a clipboard of papers, she was also a survivor of Sector Z.

"Thanks lass, I know it wouldn't be easy but I need you to carry on, besides that crazy girl can't keep me down." He said, "Jess, I'll return back in no time flat, there's nothing that can stop a McKenzie." She just stared at the floor with tears running down her cheeks, putting on a fake smile. It was no secret that she had a huge crush on him since they were seven. He frowned and drew his attention back towards the clipboard as she walked back to her station. The others looked around nervously, their transport was notorious along The Line because it was part of Numbah 86's Decommissioning Enforcers fleet, and that an enforcer was watching for any violation to report back, even if they were friends.

"Numbah 123, bring us about seven degrees down angle and begin docking procedures."

"Aye skipper, seven degrees down angle and docking procedures commencing." Numbah 123, Marcus McDougal, replied as the 2x4 technology specialist and pilot maneuvered the Decommissioning Enforcer's C.O.O.L.B.U.S. towards the private docking station of the supreme leader, the one that by-passed all the operatives. Kyle looked at the other two members of his command staff as they went about their tasks. Numbah 343, Gregourus Bruce, chief weapons officer, cycled through the ships weapon systems making sure that they still operated as numbah 765, Ashley McTavish, the chief medical officer, went over the supplies tears swelling in her eyes. The five members of Assault Sector S cleared for landing a few minutes ago as a red light swept the interior as the craft pulled into one of the connecting tubes.

"Alright lads, I'll be back shortly, in the meantime restock on any depleted supplies, that war won't win itself you know." The others snapped to attention, saluting their leader. The ramp dropped as he and numbah 54c of the decommissioning unit made their way towards an assembled group of kids. He signed inward as they got closer knowing that this really wasn't going to be a good trip. The four operatives gathered in front of him were the most famous in the KND, which made the situation he was in all the more worst. He put on a small grin as he got closer, knowing that at least he was not here for the aging out decommissioning ceremony. But they all know the situation that his sector is in and every moment he and his staff are away the adults gain more ground and support. The tall Scottish operative made his way over to them his trademarked beret was stained from the latest attempted push; he made the series of matching the identities of each of them in his mind.

"Well, well, well, what do ye have here eh?" Numbah 86 said in a mocking tone. Her red hair was frizzier than normal, when she took off her helmet. "What brings you back here, time for a decomissionin' is it?" He just rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.

"Not today 86, although it is good to see you again, or did your selective memory loss kick in again." He replied dodging a punch that she threw as she tried to hide her red face.

"Boy, you're so lucky that I like ye, but don't ever bring up that mission again, if word gets out about me and a certain drill sergeant, I'll have ye head spinning faster that those cup rides at amusement parks." She whispered, a light blush slowly appearing on her face. She removed the restraints on his wrists and dismissed the enforcer; she started to walk back to the group as he rubbed the raw skin.

"You're so dead Kyle, you do know that right?" Numbah 60, Patton Drilovsky, replied with a slight grin. It was no secret that he and 86, Fanny Fulbright, where heavily crushing on each other. It was just that everybody were afraid of saying anything in fear of what the pair might do.

"Aye I do, but you need to keep an eye on your girlfriend there Numbah 6…" Kyle replied as he was forced to dodge repeated punches being thrown by both 86 and 60, red with rage and embarrassment. "Oh crud, I didn't mean for it to come out," He began blocking Patton's punch, "Besides, the two of you are quite the couple," Deflecting one of Fanny's kicks, "Maybe the two of you should keep your journals in a more secure place," He was forced back as the pair pushed harder, "What, it's not like you're foolin' anyone with all your strange meetings and secret gatherings, although I do have to say Patton does have quite a lovely singing voice." Kyle finished as Patton's fist connected with his jaw, splitting the lip. Kyle just shrugged his shoulders and whipped the blood away, still smiling. "Would it make things better if I say sorry for spy on yous guys?" The pair glared at him, "I was ordered to spy on you guys, so take your frustration out on her instead of the victim." He said pointing at Rachel, who had a guilty smile on her face.

"You tattle tale, you said that you wouldn't tell anyone about that mission!" She screamed, throwing a half-hearted punch at her cousin. The pair just glared at her as she walked over to him. He could tell that her job as supreme leader was taking its toll but at least she had a future with the last operative gathered with the group, Numbah 1 of Sector V. There were mixed emotions in her eyes, chief amongst them was relief considering the situation and anger for the trouble he was in. A smile came to his face as his cousin got closer, then the pair just stood looking at each other for the longest time before anyone said anything. He broke the stalemate seconds later.

"Hey Rach, how have you been? It's been awhile." He said, opening his arms and bowing to the one person he loved and respected outside his sector. Her usually hard face lightened up as she rushed forward and embraced him. They stayed like that, shocking everyone. It was numbah 1, Nigel Uno, who broke up their reunion.

"Rachel, you might as well get on with it." Was all he said, pushing his sunglasses back. All that needed to be said. She lead him and the group to the briefing room where he was about to hear the last thing he expected.

"Denied! What do you mean 'denied' lass!" He yelled slamming his scarred hands on the table. The others flinched, even Patton and Fanny. Kyle has been known to snap without warning, but it was only a rumor and everyone thought that Fanny's Irish anger was frightening have never seen an angry Scotsman.

"You need to let me finish what I'm saying once and a while Kyle," Rachel replied, he calmed slightly but still fuming, "I know your situation is desperate, but I can't spare you anymore operatives even if I could, your theater is but a deadlock and there hasn't been any real progress to be of great notice."

"Sweet holy haggis lass are ye blind! All our effort has created this deadlock, why do you think there aren't as many missions for the other sectors, why the drop in adult and teen attacks, I know I am out of place in asking you and I already knew the answer, but I had to try and see what I could do." He replied, tears welling up in his eyes, the others stared on in disbelief of the situation that he was in. It was downplayed and kept under wraps because of what was at stake and of who was involved. "So much honor, so much pride, so much life. All gone." A long silence passed before he began again, walking over to her side and spoke in the heavy accent he has. "The clans are goin' restless; threaten to split the coalition apart, all that the KND has done will be cruddy blown because of our cruddy pride," He paused. Looking into her eyes and whispered "I was asked to let you know that Clan McKenzie is honored to have such a fine member such as yourself, you and your father both; it's time I live up to my promise now." She stood up straighter, the clan colors proudly worn by both. The orange and blue that for centuries has stood for honor and die-hard dedication of duty has not lost the meaning to either.

"Kyle, you want to know why I came to that decision, it's not what you think." She finally said, the weight finally falling of her shoulders. He cocked in an eyebrow in confusion, the others grinned at what was coming next.

"Aye that I do."

"Because myself, Patton, and Sector V will be joining you on the ground as Fanny will coordinate through one of your team mates here on the Moon base to provide fire support and supply drops, to end this once and for all." Kyle's eyes grew wide in surprise at the announcement that she just made. "Have any problems with that?"

"Aye, just one, more of a question than a problem," He began the others sensed something a foot in his tone, "Ultimate command of the KND forces will be whose, I have no problem stepping aside for you to take the helm…" She threw a hand up and stopped him.

"Cuz, I will be your second, there's no arguing and my word is final."

"Perfect."

Back on the C.O.O.L.B.U.S., the members of Assault Sector S were starting to get worried when their leader failed to show up at the time he was suppose to. Jessie was pacing back and forth on the deck as Ashley and Gregourus flirted with each other. Glancing back at her watch, the tall blond looked back at the entry hatch to the base itself, wondering where Kyle could be.

"Relax numbah 473, he be back to sweep you into his arms and take you to your clan's mountain estate." Gregourus said chuckling to himself. Jessie just glared at him, it was no real secret in their team that she was falling for the brave boy from the McKenzie clan, and it was broken when a sound caught her attention, a couple of sounds actually. The first was the docking station across from them swarmed with activity as fellow operatives boarded and disembarked. The other was the entry hatch opening as the members of Sector S snapped to attention as Kyle, Rachel, Patton and a few other operatives walked in after him with Fanny leading the way. Her anger was up and she was looking for someone to blame it on.

"Numbah 237, why are your people not showing proper respect for commanding officers?" She demanded; Rachel and Patton both shook their heads. Although Kyle and Fanny were good friends it was agreed upon that everything must still look like it was, she being the sexist boy-hater and he the cool headed leader of Sector Z and Senior Centurion of the KND Praetorian Guard. Gregourus stepped forward to explain.

"Numbah 86 sir, we do but for your office alone, your anger is notorious in the KND and kinda frightening, but between the actions on The Line and 237's is just deadly when he's mad." She fumed a bit longer when the words hit her like a hammer. Stomping off, she sealed the door behind her as the groups merged. "What did I say?"

"You spoke in the first place 343, just for that, I'm leaving you behind as our eyes on the scene to make sure that troops and supplies reach our position, I'm counting on both of you." Kyle replied, both saluted and hurried off after Fanny, their kilts flapping as they run.

"Hey Kyle, why don't you wear a kilt like the rest of you sector?" Patton asked curiously. Before he could respond, Rachel offered an answer.

"It's complicated; better not ask him about it though." Although not the answer he was looking for but it would keep him quiet about the topic even though she knew the reason because it was the same for her as well.

"Sir, we are ready to disembark at a moment's notice, we have made the necessary room to accommodate the increase passenger load but we should be back before the days out." A tall, blond girl said saluting Kyle. A smile played across his face as he put them at ease. Rachel stood off to the side taking notes about his cousin's new sector. 'Awww, someone has a crush on him, not surprising though, he would make anyone feel that way, its only the fact that we are related that stops me from hitting on him, but then there is Nigel. I know that Kyle can sense it, that's what separates the McKenzie clan from the others, I just hope he approves of him.' She walked over to his side with Patton in tow. The mere sight of the pair immediately caused them to stiff to attention, her status to his reputation.

"At ease guys, let us get down there quickly before any more ground and time is lost." And with that the group headed onto the enforcer shuttle and made their way planet side. With a few hours until they reach The Line, the two sectors went about inter-mingling. Patton and 54c were engaged in a heated conversation, both being very relaxed. Ashley and Numbah 3 of Sector V, Kuki Sanban, were heavily talking about their enormous collection of rainbow monkeys, much to the annoyance of Numbah 4, Wally Beatles, who was trying to sleep. Numbah 5, Abby Lincoln, was already snoozing with her headphones in drowning out the noise from others conversations and the shaking of the ship. Marcus and Numbah 2, Hoagie Gilligan, were taking turns piloting the craft because something happened to the engine that needed immediate attention, but somehow wasn't serious enough for them to pull back to the Moon base. On the brief deck, Nigel and Kyle were beginning to talk and plan about possible movements that could bring The Line Theater to an end. Both were listening to what the other had to say, something that Nigel disliked to do, but was finding out how hard and limiting it was to plan missions with such limited resources. Lastly, Rachel and Jessie were sitting in awkward silence as the ship pushed its way through the stars.

"So 473, how long have you know Kyle?" Rachel asked moving a loose strand of her blond hair behind her ear. Jessie froze at the question.

"Since we were five sir." She replied, going over the messages from The Line. Rachel cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Relax, there's no need for formalities," She began, trying to put the operative at ease, "What happened to the spunky girl that took on any challenge?" Jessie looked at her in confusion, which was too much for Rachel who started to chuckle. She then pulled out a beret similar to the one that Kyle always worn which caused Jessie's eyes to widen in surprise.

"You're that Rachel!" She screamed, causing a fell heads to turn. "You could have said something, I was dying here."

"I know, but come on it was fun seeing you squirm and what not," Rachel began teasingly, "So have you told him yet?"

"W-what are you talking about?" She asked in a concerned tone, a light red. Before anything else could be said, a red light flooded the ship as it started to shake.

"Numbah 2, what is going on up there?" Nigel asked as he held onto the table.

"I don't know, it looks like ice cubes or something." The ship dipped and turned and dived avoiding the blasts, "123, what are you doing!"

"Those are adult flak rounds, boss, and looks like we forgot about that bombing run today!" Marcus replied as Kyle just shook his head with a smile.

"Michel, put me through to the Sky Father, I have the need for some fresh air," He said as 54c hailed the transport that carried the KND Praetorian Guard, "Jessie prep the jump-packs, we're going out." The others looked on in confusion as Marcus and Jessie went about their tasks. A few seconds later, an operative a year younger than Kyle appeared on the screen.

'Sir, we await your command.' She began with a smile.

"Good, have squads Nero and Richard prep for jump and then proceed to checkpoint Alpha-Zulu, yes the tarmac, and await further orders," He said, then quickly remembered something, "On second thought, have O'Malley's group join as well and your orders will come from Numbah 362, got it?"

'Ave Imperator, we will see you on the ground shortly, good luck to you.' She replied cutting the transmission. A little bit later the pair were in full kit; thermals, rebreathers, jump-packs, S.C.A.M.P.P., and two sacks of M.A.R.B.L.E.s. The pair stood by the side door, waiting for the signal to go.

"Boss, we're being hailed by Lt, what should I say?" Marcus asked as Kyle turned to face him then pointed at Rachel, smiling under his mask.

"Her problem now lad, carry on towards the LZ but remember, don't lose that transport!" He yelled as the door opened, filling the small room with gust of air. Looking behind them, the members of the three Praetorian squads were starting to make their jumps. Looking at Jessie, he nodded his head and took a blind leap of faith as the enforcer ship continued through the cloud of ice flak. The freefall was the best feeling in the world as all of the worries just flowed from his mind. All of the failures and losses just flooded out of his mind. Few thousand feet separated them from their targets, five flak batteries that form part of the forward adult line. 'Heh, looks like it's going to be one of those days.'