Hey guys! It's time for another chapter of Totally Kids Next Door. I know it's coming very soon after last chapter, but I wanted to release them together because I messed up at the start of the last one. Yet again, I apologise for this and I hope you weren't too disappointed.
Disclaimer: Pbm23 doesn't own Totally Spies, or KND. I do however own the KND Commandos and their weapons and stuff.
Anywho, when we last left our heroes and heroines, Numbuhs 4, 225, 277 and Sam, Clover and Alex are trapped in a blast room with the doors sealed, as what seems to be a teen ship hurtles towards them. What will happen? Read on to find out!
As soon as the warning came through the comm, 225 drew two mustard pistols and handed them to Numbuh 4, who had been protesting about how he had no weapon. He and 227 then began to pull up all the tables, chairs and even the vending machine in the blast room to use as cover from any incoming weaponry.
"What on earth does that mean?" Clover roared. "Incoming teen ship?"
"It means, teenager, that a Teen transport is attempting to kidnap you from here and take you to their base, where you will be made a mindless slave bent on only fighting kids." 225 snapped at her. "Now, unless you want that to happen to you, you'll shut up and let us defend this area." Clover pouted.
"I'd rather that than stuck being a prisoner for ages." She muttered.
"It's good that's never going to happen, then, isn't it?" 227 smiled cheerfully as he dragged the girls behind the vending machine.
"What're we gonna do though?" asked the nearby Australian. There are only three of us and there'll be like a gazillion of them!"
"Simple." said 225. "When that ship breaks through the walls and its' boarding hatch opens, we open fire into it. No close combat yet. We need to bring down as many as we can before we are forced to fight them hand to hand."
"What, scared you'll lose?"said Alex from behind the vending machine.
"No," replied the Commando. "I just don't like getting my armour dented, that's all." Clover muttered something like "Stupid arrogant freak" which the others chose not to hear.
"What's the status with the doors and the comm, sergeant?" called 225.
"The doors are completely sealed and the comm is now fully jammed. I suspect teen hacking." was the reply. "I can confirm that the ETA of the Teen transport is only 60 seconds."
"Doesn't the Moonbase have like eleventy billion turrets?" questioned Numbuh 4. "Shouldn't they have taken it down by now?"
"Eleventy billion?" sniggered Sam from behind the vending machine. "That's not a number."
"Yes it is." said the Australian. "It's the sixth number after Q!"
"Says here that power was drained from all defense turrets to reinforce the cloaking shield, as a spy satellite was searching for three specific targets." said 227, forestalling more sniggering from the girls about Numbuh 4's math skills, or lack thereof. "We've got incoming in about twenty seconds." he called before jumping behind one of the barricades.
"Very well, sergeant." 225 said. "Remember, our primary objective here is to defend the prisoners. Good luck everyone." Suddenly, there was a crash, a bang and the room shook. A metal, triangle shaped object shot through into the room, breaking several portholes and the wall.
"The boarding hatch." said 225. "Take aim..."
"What do you mean, you can't open those doors!" roared 226 at the frightened bridge officers and Numbuh 362.
"We're using all power to keep the cloaking shield up." said the scan officer. "Just as you ordered, sir."
"Aargh!" growled 226 in frustration. "Well, if you can't help, I'll make my own way there."
"How?" quizzed the Supreme commander. "The blast doors are unbreakable."
"I don't stick to paths, sir," smiled 226. "I make my own." she wrenched out a pistol and fired at the floor, startling everyone in the area. The metal dissolved, leaving a large hole in the floor, as 226 slid down into a ventilation shaft. Numbuh 362 looked into the hole and groaned.
"Not my Moonbase..." she muttered.
The boarding hatch in the teen ship creaked open. Shapes could be seen inside, about to exit.
"Open fire!" yelled 225 and all three kids poured shots into the ship. There were a few cries of "My hair, Nooooooooooooooooooo!" as laser and mustard rounds were sent screeching into the ship, but several teens made it into the base. They threw several grenades over the barricades, forcing the kids to find new cover as the tables, chairs and the vending machine exploded. Soon, there was no cover to be had and the three kids backed up against the wall, the girls behind them, as teen forces piled into the room. They did not fire, however, but one teen came forward and removed her helmet, revealing that she was...
"MANDY?!" the spies roared together. Mandy smirked.
"That's right, losers! Now, come with us or we'll be forced to make you!"
"Ahem..." 225 spoke up. "We could have a say in that..."
"Good point." Mandy said, then clicked her fingers. "Bring them down." The Teen force instantly opened fire on the three kids. Laser bolts whipped past the heads of the commandos as the girls and Numbuh 4 screamed and ducked. 227 drew another pistol from his seemingly endless supply and fired into the air. A blue bolt of EMP hit the roof and bounced towards the Teens, short-circuiting their weaponry.
"Impressive, shortie." mocked Mandy. "But you can't beat us in hand to hand combat!" With that command, the Teens activated their jet boots and shot towards the kids, grabbing Numbuh 4 and 227 and chucking them into the walls and knocking them out. 225 was also swiftly dispatched, thrown into the broken remains of the vending machine. Mandy chuckled.
"Go back to the ship." she said to the Teen force. "I'll be there soon. I'm just going to get us the new recruits that Cree wanted." Sniggering, the Teens retreated into the ship.
"Now then, you three." She addressed the bound spies. "You can join us peacefully and become the Teenz premiere fighting force. Think of it, a world controlled by Teens, with kids in slave labour and all the boys you can love!" Clover's eyes shone at the last remark, but Sam glared at Mandy with undisguised disgust.
"Kids in slave labour camps? That's absurd!" she said. "Anyway, we work to protect Humans, which is everyone, including kids. No amount of boys will change that." Alex nodded in agreement.
"Yeah!" she said. "Anyway, you've got no way of forcing us to help you."
"I beg to differ." Mandy grinned and pulled out a label-less perfume bottle. She held it out towards the girls and pulled the trigger. Sam and Alex ducked, but Clover was too slow and got a full blast of pink stuff.
"Only one out of three?" grumbled Mandy. "Ah well, I won't miss this shot." She pointed the bottle towards the girls again. 225 slid past, kicked Mandy in the shins and aimed his rifle at her head.
"You won't win, teenager." He growled. "You'll have to kill me to do so." He was hit suddenly in the side, then before he could react he was kicked again into the wall, where he moved no more. Clover stood up, the shackles gone and a look of ferocity in her eyes.
"Clover?!" Alex and Sam yelled.
"I'll wait in the ship sir." The blonde said to Mandy before marching inside the Teen ship.
"What have you done to her?" Alex raged.
"Don't worry, Alex." Mandy chuckled. "You'll be just like her very soon." Yet again she held out the bottle towards the cringing, struggling spies. At this point several things simultaneously happened. Numbuhs 4, 225 and 227 took aim on the bottle, just as Numbuh 226 dropped through the ventilation shaft, her rifle blazing away. The bottle cracked and shattered from all the laser and mustard shots, the gas inside dissipating harmlessly. Mandy screamed in displeasure, before a well-targeted laser bolt from 226's rifle made her long, black hair shoot up, like on cartoons when a cat is put into a washing machine. Snarling curses at 226 and the other kids, she ran back into her ship, which shot off back towards the earth, leaving a gaping hole in the side of the Moonbase. 226 pulled off her helmet and aimed her rifle at the two remaining spies.
"No, wait, don't shoot!" yelped Alex. 226's hand tightened on the trigger. The girls cringed and wailed for anyone to save them. Two well aimed laser bolts whipped into the girls' shackles, disintegrating them. The two spies looked up at the yellow-armoured Commando, who was grinning and shaking her head.
"Girls," she said. "Those words back there, to that teen, have proved that you could be a valuable ally more than anything you could have said to the Supreme Commander earlier."
Next chapter coming up soon, but not today. Until then, farewell, but R/R please!
