Are you freaking KIDDING?! Shego Possible had been a devotee of Star Wars since she was six years old. She'd gone trick or treating as Princess Leia three times, one for every movie. She had a signed photo of Billy Dee Williams giving George Lucas a fist bump. She alone knew the intricacies of Kashyykan mating rituals and courtship. To put it simply, Shego was the biggest Star Wars fanatic in three states in either direction (Provinces if you headed north into Canada). So given her laundry list of credentials and qualifications…WHY then wasn't SHE the one who got sucked in to the N64 smash hit Star Wars: Rogue Squadron? WHY God, must she be tested this way?

Emily Possible came scampering down the stairs and into the kitchen, wrapping her little arms around Momma's legs in a hug. "Hey sweetie; you ready for breakfast?"

A gurgling rumble from the seven year old's stomach proved to be answer enough to that. Emily giggled and rubbed her wasn't ready for Momma's cooking? And today was poached egg day, Emily's favorite. "Momma, when are Mom and Gracie going to be back?"

"Well, we're not too sure," Shego sighed, placing her daughter's plate in front of her. If only she had a concrete answer to give the little girl. "But they're safe and will be back as soon as they can."

Abby chased Zoe down the stairs, almost seeming to herd her towards the kitchen table. Plates were put in front of everybody and the four ladies joined hands to pray. "Dear Heavenly Father, please bless this food to our bodies," Shego began, bowing her head. "Guide and protect us; but especially guide Mom and Gracie on their journey and bring them safely back to us. We ask these things in the name of our savoir, Jesus Christ. Amen."

Typical growing girls; the food seemed to literally vaporize from the plates, as did the girls from their seats. Twin bundles of energy made a beeline back up the stairs to whatever activity the two had cooked up together. That left Mother and Nanny to kvetch in the kitchen over their cups of coffee. "So where are they now?" Abby asked, carrying the dirty dishes to the sink.

Shego grumbled and began rubbing her temples. "I don't want to talk about it."

Abby turned and began examining Shego's face. All of her experience as a Secret Service agent, all of her time as a Global Justice agent, went into identifying the source of her employer and friend's frustration. Abby Normal had known Kim and Shego Possible for fourteen wonderful years and in that time, it had become clear that Shego was abysmal when it came to hiding the fact that she was frustrated, at least around the house. Factoring in all of the signs and all of the background knowledge on the subject, there was only one possible, albeit hilarious, answer. "They're in a Star Wars game, aren't they?"

"THIS IS SO UNFAIR!" Shego threw her arms up into the air. "I will NEVER forgive Kimmie for this!"

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"Gracie, you've got a TIE on your six o'clock!"

You don't say? And the stinker wasn't an amateur either. Gracie threw her A-Wing into a bank around the gas platform. She juked and jived but the sucker was on her tight. COME ON, she admonished herself. Momma could shake this joker easy. There was nothing for it. She couldn't shake this guy. She needed help! Felix was currently peppering the Imperial tibbana gas containers and…wait a minute! She chanced a glance at the platform and thank God they were attacking one that was almost entirely owned by the Empire. That meant a very minimal risk to the civilian containers. Her fighter was small enough, she could do it. The tiny A-Wing banked towards the platform.

"Gracie Possible…I hope you're not thinking about doing what I think you're going to do," Mom's voice crackled over her headset.

This would be her best run yet. She flipped her fighter sideways and slipped between two canisters. Easy now…no sudden movements…she had to be careful here. Her hands were steady and she could see the TIE Interceptor struggling to keep it steady. Aaaaand…THERE; a break in the containers! This was going to be tight but…the A-Wing slipped through and out of the maze. The seconds seemed to drag out forever…and there was the explosion! SPANKIN; SHE PULLED IT OFF! Her rear display showed the exploding fighter had also destroyed three Imperial containers.

"For the love of…Gracie Anne Possible, I want you on my wing and I want you to STAY there!"

That little daredevil was going to make her an old woman before her time. Of all the games Felix could've had on that hard drive…it HAD to be Rogue Squadron? Kim could remember Ron and Felix blowing numerous hours on that game when they were in high school. And Eme…sometimes the former villain and now world saver and school teacher acted like she was a freaking Jedi. She thought back to that day when Gracie was five and Eme had sat her down to watch A New Hope…ARRRRGGHHHHH; WHY didn't she nip that in the butt? Though Eme would undoubtedly throw a fit, Kim wished that Abby had had more influence and turned the little adrenaline junky into a Trekki. At least THAT didn't have any dogfights that she was aware of.

Thankfully the mission proceeded swiftly after that. The Imperials' tibbana gas operation was obliterated and the four-A-Wing squadron put a massive dent in the TIE fighter squadron. Kim was thankful though when the R2 unit finally brought the fighter to a soft landing in the hanger bay of the Mon Cal heavy carrier. She hopped out of the cockpit, hit the ground, and took a deep breath. Solid ground; it felt SO good to be on solid ground again; even if they were technically in orbit around a planet.

"I guess somebody's an ace now," Felix laughed as he ran up to pat his friend on the back.

"Please tell me that we're almost done with this one," Kim sighed, rubbing her temples. "She thinks she's Evel Knieval, she's more like her Momma than my nerves can take…just PLEASE let there be no flying in the next game."

There was no talking with Gracie. Kim had seen that same look of euphoric triumph in her wife dozens of times and knew that it was a waist of energy and nerves trying to talk sense to her daughter. The trio marched down the halls of the carrier and halted at the bunk room Kim and Gracie were sharing. A long soak in a hot bath; that was what Kim needed. The bath had to wait as the Kimmunicator began chiming almost immediately upon entering; was it time to check in with Eme already? Kim snaked the device and smiled as an image of her beautiful wife materialized on screen.

"I blame YOU," were the first words out of Kim's mouth. "Your daughter is going to make me an old woman before my time and it is ALL…YOUR…FAULT!"

"Geez Mom; I couldn't shake him. What was I supposed to do?"

"GRRRRRR, why don't you and Felix go play in the hanger," Kim growled, motioning to the door with her free hand. "This is my private kvetch time with Momma. No daredevils allowed." Not needing to be told twice to go examine spaceships, Gracie darted out of the room towards Felix's bunk, leaving Kim alone with the Kimmunicator. "I'm gaining a whole new respect for what a single mother has to go through."

"Woman who can do anything," Eme chuckled, parroting back her wife's nickname. "I have the utmost confidence in the durability of your nerves. Has Felix made any progress on how long it will take you to escape the dimension?"

Felix had spent a good deal of time between missions wracking his brain for any answers that he could; running through what he had on the hard drive, the kind of games Malcolm would've been likely to pick. It was strictly a guess but Felix was fairly sure that they were nearing the end of their adventure. With the exception of Rogue Squadron and Skyrim, Felix had the coding for two other games that Bethesda had been recruited to assist with sequels for. So providing that Malcolm hadn't added anything of his own creation, two games from now the trio should rematerialize at the Bethesda building.

"Oooooh Shego Possible, when we get home, so help me, I am going to rip those clothes off of you," Kim purred, closing her eyes and visualizing her ambitions. "You're going to be bowlegged for a week afterwards."

"Uhhhhh…will you wear the gold Princess Leia bikini?" Eme's cheeks began taking on that bruised purple color that indicated the blood was rising to her cheeks. Kim couldn't help but love the woman she'd married. Neither one could quite figure out how Kim had gone from a shy newlywed to an utter wildcat…or how Eme had developed a bit of a shy streak about a few fantasies she'd wanted to try out.

"Ohhhhhh Mistress Jedi, I long to show my gratitude for your liberating me from the clutches of vile Jabba the Hutt," Kim brought the screen to her face and planted a juicy kiss on the screen. God willing, she'd be kissing the real thing very soon. "Anyway, enough with the crazy animal love; are the twins okay?"

"Yes, everyone is fine," Where Shego's cheeks were purple, now they were bordering on black. "They miss you both."

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Sirens began blaring, pulling mother and daughter Possible out of their sweet sleep in their bunks. Kim looked in every direction she could. What…what was happening? The siren meant battle stations. Her daughter was already halfway dressed in her flight suit, ready for an attack. Once both were dressed, they nearly ran into Felix in the hallway, coming to rendezvous with them.

"What's happening?" Kim called to Felix as they began running towards the hanger bay.

"This…this is the Battle of Thyferra," Felix huffed, turning a corner and entering the hanger bay. "This is the final battle in the main storyline. Seerdon's been planning this since his first appearance in the game."

"Moff Seerdon's launched his attack on Thyferra," Commander Skywalker began. "Expect TIE Interceptors, Bombers, turrets, and AT-ST Walkers… a LOT of them. Squads, stay together; watch each other's backs. We CANNOT loose Thyferra! The people down there are depending on us! TO YOUR SHIPS!" Felix and the Possible women made a move towards their X-Wings when Commander Skywalker pulled them aside. "Third Squad, R&D just finished refurbishing three beauties in hanger two. The controls are near identical to your X-Wings so you should have no problem piloting them."

Refurbished Ships? Right before a mission like this? Kim may not have had any experience in the Navy or Air Force, nor with planning large scale attacks…but this seemed to be a very unusual move given the circumstances. What was the point in programing something like this? One of the deck hands led them away off towards hanger two. Waiting for the pilots were three bright yellow fighters. Something about those ships seemed very familiar. It definitely had to do with the films but Kim couldn't quite place it. Then it hit her! These were the fighters used in The Phantom Menace. When the main characters returned Naboo to take back the planet, Kim remembered a fleet of them being sent off to destroy the Trade Federation ship orbiting the planet. How did these end up in the game?

Felix on the other hand looked like they'd been given the greatest gift imaginable. Needing little motivation, Felix ran up into the cockpit, Gracie not far behind. Kim climbed in and gave orders for her R2 unit to begin the start-up sequence.

"Felix, what's with the new ships?"

"I STILL can't believe this," Felix sounded downright giddy. "There's a cheat code in the game that gives you this ship. It's got the shields of a Y-Wing, the speed of an A-Wing, and the weapons of an X-Wing! This…this is going to be fun!"

Uh…wow; sometimes Kim swore that Felix and Ron were exactly the same as when they were in high school.

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This fighter was like nothing Gracie had ever piloted before. The maneuvers they were pulling off…the firepower…Momma was REALLY going to be POed when she heard about this. And Gracie was supremely thankful for the fighters because Commander Skywalker hadn't been kidding when he'd told them about what they'd be facing. Every direction she looked, there seemed to be enemies. A pilot had to be constantly on their toes, never knowing when a blaster bolt from a turret might score a lucky hit.

"Gracie, Kim, I've got two Interceptors on my tail," Felix's voice crackled over her headset. "Where are you guys?"

Gracie keyed up a line to Mom. "Do you see him?"

"I've got him," Mom replied. "Follow me in."

It was a testament to Felix's flying skills that he wasn't blown out of the sky yet. Gracie and Kim managed to close the distance relatively quickly. Darn it; blasters were out. Neither pilot could risk shooting without hitting Felix. Thankfully Gracie's fighter was equipped with seeker torpedoes. The LED reticule began searching for a target and began beeping when it acquired a target.

"I got the left Mom," Gracie offered, running her finger along the trigger. "You got right?"

"Rogues 12 and 13 have sweet lock."

Bright read torpedoes shot out and reduced the Interceptors to piles of rubble. "THANK you," Felix sounded near exhaustion. "Form up on me. We've got three Walkers attacking civilians not far from here."

Gracie and Kim took up positions on Felix's wings and followed him to the target area. This…wasn't going to be easy. Gracie and her mom had already taken down a walker and it took A LOT to take it out. Felix reported that he was still full on torpedoes and had a good lock on the first. It turned out that there was also a field post and gun turret in the area. Kim peeled off from the formation and left the first walker to the others. Felix unleashed the torpedo and Gracie hammered down with her blasters. The "chicken walker", as they were jokingly known as, burst in a fiery explosion.

"You're up hotshot," Gracie had to laugh. Felix had told her how he and Uncle Ron had grown up with this game and this had to be a dream come true.

"This is Rogue 12; I've taken severe damage and am going down!"

Gracie's heart suddenly leapt into her throat. Mom…Mom was going down? The signal was incredibly sporadic on the radar but Gracie HAD to get there. Where was she? Gracie scanned every bit of sky that she could see. A few moments later she had managed to spot the smoke trail from Mom's fighter. By that time, Gracie could easily spot her mother's landed fighter on the ground. Oh THANK YOU; she'd managed to land unharmed. Gracie had half a mind to land her fighter and check on Mom but with all the enemy fighters around…the teenager ALREADY had a running tab for the weeks she'd be grounded when they got back.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"I'm fine Muffin," Mom's voice crackled across the headset. "So not the drama. Felix, I'm a sitting duck down here with only a pistol. Where's the weapons storage on this thing?"

"There should be a removable panel just behind the cockpit," Felix answered, forming up on Gracie's wing. "Lift it up and inside there should be a blaster rifle with ammo and a half dozen thermal grenades."

Okay…so maybe there were some rare occasions when Eme's or Felix's or even Ron's encyclopedic knowledge of Star War came in handy. Kim was willing to admit that as she hefted out the rifle, a belt of ammo clips, three grenades, and what looked to be a pair of timed demolition packs. She took a quick look around and couldn't spot any threats in the immediate area. She was well below the turret that shot her down. She tore off the top half of her flight suite, giving her a better range of motion, and began belting the ammo and grenades to her torso.

Now…Gracie and Felix had the sky but that turret up the hill that shot Kim down was already starting to give the two troubles. Let's see…the hill wouldn't be that difficult of a climb. The first step would be to make her way to the rear of the turret. It was a decently steep hill but not so steep that it would require climbing gear. The barest hint of red peeked over the edge, surveying the land before her. Two storm troopers were standing guard outside the turret; four milling about the field post. How did she want to attempt this? Rushing them…no, that would be too chancy. Even with the horrible accuracy she remembered from the films, as she took out one position, fire from the other could easily overwhelm her. It looked like her best option was the demo packs.

"Felix, what's the blast radius on a standard rebel demo pack?"

"Well, they're primarily used for breaching armored doors or vehicles so…I'd venture pretty good."

"Okay; I'm at the field post and gun turret about thirty yards behind you. The fighter had a pair of demo packs as well as the rifle and grenades. I think I can take both out."

"Kim, make sure you put the charges on the rear side of the building. The charge should blow a good deal of debris outward and clear a path for you."

Okay…she was in a blind spot. That was good. Kim crept over the lip of the hill and made a quick dash for the rear of the building. The demolition pack looked to be like anything you'd find in the real world so Kim had no trouble setting it up. She'd have to remember to send a letter of thanks to Betty Director for that combat demolition course she badgered Kim into taking. Both packs were firmly secured to the wall, set for ten seconds, and the newly minted rebel commando ducked back over the lip of the hill. 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…ONE! An enormous fireball seemed to vaporize the other side of the building, spewing chunks of metal in all directions but the rear. She couldn't give them any time to regain their bearings. Kim jumped back over the hill and took aim with the rifle. The demo packs had really done their job as Kim met very little resistance. Making her way through the debris, the seasoned fighter put three rounds into anything that moved. The range on the rifle was actually quite impressive. The two guards outside the turret dropped like a sack of grain.

Now…how was she going to make her insertion into the turret? She'd already used the charges…which left the grenades. After a quick inquiry, Felix informed Kim that the standard issue thermal grenade was actually magnetic when activated and immediately adhered to any metallic surface it came into contact with. Okay…she'd see if two would do the job. The grenades began emitting a high pitched squeal and were immediately chucked at the door. The only cover proved to be the adjacent side of the turret. With a loud boom, Kim Possible darted around the corner just in time to burn a hole through a very shocked storm trooper.

Wait a sec…I've got a perfectly good gun turret here. Why blow it up?

It was like something out of The Matrix. It was as if the knowledge of how to operate this hunk of machinery had been downloaded directly into her mind. Kim climbed upwards onto the gunner's chair and began checking the systems. All was in order so Kim began shifting the turret towards the battle her daughter and friend had found themselves locked in. "This is Rogue 12, coordinates 279.06 by 578.22. I have commandeered Imperial gun turret at that location." Bright green bolts of energy began spewing out of the barrels, searing through the armor of the remaining chicken walker and igniting a fiery explosion. "Scratch one Chicken Walker. Repeat, scratch one Chicken Walker!"

Author's Notes:

Thankfully I finally got over my Triple Threat writer's block and was able to finish this story. With Shego being such a Star Wars fanatic, I couldn't think of anything more unfair than for Kim and Gracie to wind up in Rogue Squadron, one of my absolute favorite video games growing up.

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