Authors' Forward
As promised in the Fannies thread on Zaratan's Kim Possible Discussion forum, here's a second chapter today to make up for missing our story update yesterday evening. :) Hope you enjoy!
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Japan is a beautiful country, the woman thought to herself as she looked around the area where she stood. The coniferous trees, the thick smell of pine, and the light blanket of snow made it all very Christmassy. That thought brought a smile to her face as she minutely adjusted a few controls on her latest genetic sequencer.
I'm going to get the best late Christmas gift ever! she crowed to herself, before a concern latched onto her mind and wouldn't let go. She pondered a moment before turning to address her current partner in crime, "You're sure that we'll be able to get my Monty back this way, Dementy?"
"Ja, ve shoult be able to," Professor Franz Demenz, aka Professor Dementor, answered quietly as he adjusted a few devices himself. "You vill haff your man back, und I vill haff der Intra Dimensional Vortex Inducer after, ja?"
"Yes," Dr. Amy Hall, aka DNAmy, answered with a titter. "So what's the difference between your silly PDVI and this device?"
"It is probably out auf your field auf expertise, Frau Doctor," Dementor said absently as he adjusted a few more settings, "But der simplest explanation ist dat it vill open a rift between diss plane off existance und another vithin diss dimension. Der rift vill allow vor transportation off an object, or even just energy, such as a soul. Und beyont diss it shoult be being easier to use as a power source vor my newest devices, as vell!"
"So it will pull my Monty's soul from its prison and put it in the new body I have for him, right?" DNAmy asked jubilantly.
Dementor turned towards her, some surprise showing on his face. "Ja, diss ist a goot unterstanding."
"Silly Dementor!" she chided with a giggle, "I am a genius, even if my therapist says I'm a bit off my nut! And I had to make sure I understood who to go to for this, so I learned a bit to make sure I had the right choice in my fellow genius to contact!"
Dementor smiled at the compliment, and made a valiantly successful attempt not to grimace as DNAmy danced too and fro, describing the basics of making him her choice in partner. Dementor wasn't a particularly vain man, being short, stocky and yellow skinned, but DNAmy was not his type of woman, by any stretch of the imagination. Even after having lost over two thirds of her excess weight, she was still, in his opinion, quite homely. But she was, indeed, a genius.
Her latest stroke of genius had helped the both of them immensely. Genetically enhancing monkeys with various instinctual, intellectual and cognitive modifications had allowed her to generate monkey ninja more capable than anything Monkey Fist had come up with. They were intensely loyal to her, and very capable as bodyguards, enforcers and thieves.
This thought had brought him back to the present. He found himself staring at the coffin like sequencer. It currently housed a poor soul that was both the replacement for Monty Fiske in his stone prison, and the genetic material with which DNAmy would replicate the former English lord's body. "Diss man, diss… Fukushima… You are sure he vill be able to take Fiske's place in der other plane of der vorld?"
"Yes," DNAmy said firmly, remembering the man's cursing when she and Monkey Fist's new monkey ninja had captured him. "He has the right kind of evil. He has both Monty's drive and desire for power, and he has a type of evil that Monty doesn't quiet posess… He'll be perfect!"
"I am hoping zo, if der documents you haff shown me are accurate," Dementor said softly, making one final adjustment, "As ve're ready to begin!"
With that declaration, he threw a switch, and a loud, basal hum emanated from the device, and a yellow-orange glow flowed out from the cylinder held within a wire and tube shrouded device. The glow spread out across the machine, crawling along wires and pipes to the genetic sequencer, and finally out across the empty space between the sequencer and the statue that was Monkey Fist.
The instant the orange glow touched the statue, gunshot like crack erupted from the ground about Monkey Fist, sending a spider web of fissures spread about the statue. From the fissures came a glow that was sickly orange color, the fissures spreading from the ground and to the surface of the statue itself.
As soon as fissures reached the head, two voices echoed across the clearing. The voices seemed to come from the statue, the fissures that in some places had grown to five foot wide crevices, and the air itself. The voices bore a weirdly dissonant harmony of Monty Fiske's voice and that of The Yono, an ancient evil beyond normal human comprehension, "Who dares interrupt our slumber? Who dares awaken us before the ordained time?"
"We come asking release of our fallen comrade in exchange for another, more suitable vassel, oh Great Yono!" DNAmy said quickly as she bowed low on her hands and knees, kowtowing in the most respectable fashion possible. She pointed back and to her right, to where the genetic sequencer rested, her hand trembling as she physically felt the mystical evil she had unleashed, "He desires the same power as Monty Fiske, but has a greater thirst for vengeance and power in his heart. I humbly ask the return of my chosen in exchange!"
The visage of Monkey Fist changed, distorting horribly as Yono the Destroyer took over the body, forcing it to shrink into his preferred form. Monkey Fist's voice was audible screaming, his agonized cry a direct counterpoint to the groaning as basalt was forced into its new shape.
Yono stretched his hand out, energies flowing along the weird yellow-orange glow, and visibly distending the pipes in which the extra worldly energies flowed from the IDVI to the genetic sequencer. "Very well, you simple minded woman… I shall accept this gift and return your…" the evil being paused to spit out the following word as a curse, "Beloved… To you in exchange for this vassal… Enjoy your time, for when I return, you may well be among the first I seek out for destruction!"
DNAmy gulped and nodded in understanding. "Thank you great Yono, and I understand."
A bare moment later a loud, horrified scream emanated from the Genetic Sequencer, silenced almost immediately by a hefty dose of knockout gas. DNAmy scrambled to her feet, throwing various switches and carefully tuning dials as she worked to get Monkey Fist's new body reconfigured into the form his mind was familiar with.
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Ron almost sent a heaping pile of beef and bean nacho chips and Nacos flying as a feeling of utter wrongness overtook him. "Woah!" Monique and Fuzen called in alarm, reaching out to hold him upright and keep the tray of snacks from spilling, "You okay Ron?"
"Yeah…" Ron started, and then looked around, shaking his head, admitting in a subdued voice, "No, actually…"
"Sit down!" Fu ordered gently, taking the tray from him as Monique guided him to the kitchen table, "Anne, Kim, something happened to Ron!" she called out, grabbing a glass and filling it with water before handing it to Ron.
Ron finished the glass quickly, Fu already handing him another full glass and taking his first to refill it, even as Kim and Anne dashed into the kitchen. "What's wrong?" Kim asked immediately upon seeing Ron's face, grasping his free hand and sitting next to him.
"Iunno," Ron muttered as he stared at Kim, shuddering as if freezing, "I just…" He paused and his gaze shifted subtly, as if looking through Kim, and his voice took on a note of extreme distance, "The Yono was drawn out of his prison…" Kim's face went white, and both Fu and Kim glanced grimly at each other.
"What's a Yono?" Anne concernedly, her face twisted with confusion.
"A demonic monkey demi-god…" Kgs began quietly as he passed through the doorway.
"An opposing force to the MMP" Fuzen supplied, "At least, in the series we're familiar with."
"Same in the real world." Kim groused unhappily.
"Monkey Fist is free now…" Ron continued in his trance like state, "And someone else was traded into his place… A man more vengeful than Monkey Fist whom is now bent on utter destruction…"
"Ron!" Kim yelled as more people piled into the Stoppable's kitchen, and she slapped him lightly across the face when the blond teen didn't respond to her, "Snap out of it!"
"Huh, wha?" Ron said as he blinked. He looked at Kim, a confused flush was clearly visible on his face, "Sorry, KP, Yori contacted me, and I was relaying the news…" He looked around and saw that most of the visitors were in the Possible's kitchen, or standing at the threshold of the back door, and he glanced at Kim, his confusion deepening. "Um, why's everyone staring at me like that?"
"Either a:" Kgs said with a seemingly innocent expression on his face, "You being all mystical and oracle like, or b: the fact that you were just talking to Yori via a telepathic link…"
Kim glared at the older man for a moment, before the teasing glint in his eye drew a soft chuckle, "I don't think I have to worry about Yori…" she quipped, although there was the slightest note of disapproval in her tone as her eyes flitted between Kgs and Ron for a few seconds. She shook her head slightly and she continued, "But the message and the mystical space out did kinda worry us all…"
"I'm more worried about Monkey Fist being free again!" Wade said, earning a hearty nod agreement from Rufus, who had ridden in from the back yard on the young teen's shoulder.
"Bad, hernk really bad monkey mojo!" Rufus added, making a strange warding gesture with his hands.
"Wow, he does talk!" Fu enthused, her face beaming in pleasure at the revelation.
"Any idea when or how?" Kim asked, giving Fu an apologetic glance as she interrupted the teen's hyper outburst.
"Yori said that there was a huge explosion from the site Monkey Fist had been turned into a statue…" Ron murmured, "They found some stolen equipment, some empty crates and an old ninja outfit."
"Whose?" Kim asked nervously, "And any idea what kind of equipment?"
"The who was apparently Fukushima," Ron sighed, "The statue also now looks like him, so it's a good bet he was the one that took MF's place. As for the equipment, a genetic sequencer, and one of the crates was labeled IDVI."
"IDVI?" Shego asked, stressing the first letter, "Not PDVI?"
"But the IDVI wasn't past testing stages yet!" Kim protested, then blushed slightly and answered Shego's question, "No, the lab that made the PDVI made a new device that operates similarly. But the genetic sequencer means that it's DNAmy…"
"And the IDVI had its first test the day before yesterday, Kimberly," Drew added with a knowing glower, "We determined that it needed more superconductor rings and ultra high current capacitors to surge the current needed for the initial power draw. That's what I was working on when you helped Shego guard the laboratory delivery the other day. Unfortunately, they demanded to keep it at the lab down in Colorado Springs, but if it was stolen, why haven't you or even Shego and I heard about it?"
"Probably something GJ is handling. And depending on who's in charge of the investigation…" Kim shrugged helplessly. "So who do you think it'd be that was helping DNAmy and why?"
"DNAmy probably agreed to leave the device with whoever it was. I think it was Dementor, since I know of only five scientists in the world that could make use of it. And the only one currently that would dare to abscond with it." Drew shrugged, sharing an ironic smile with Kim.
"Well, I'll set up the computers to try and find any trace of them." Wade said, and added, "And I'll inform GJ that the IDVI was last spotted in Japan. Presuming even they know it's disappeared."
"You rock, as always, Wade!" Kim said, giving him a high five.
"Great…" Icky muttered into the silence, "What next?"
"Gah!" Kgs cried, shaking his head in a mix of annoyance and resignation, "Icky, you're in the military now!" When Icky and several others gave him a strange look, he sighed. He opened his mouth to speak, and was surprised when Shego and Al joined in with a resigned sigh of their own, "Never, ever tempt fate!" they said together, chuckling over the groans of the others.