Kim Possible: Dark Trooper
BY Dragonfang33
Chapter VI
Dark Lords of the Sith
Location: Hidden Conference Room, Bermuda Triangle Hotel
Big Daddy Brotherson was considered one of the most influential of all Crime Lords on the planet. Yet he hadn't always been such, at one time the short pudgy man was Captain Sal Kirth, a decorated hero of the Imperial Army's 35th Infantry Division and chief of security for the Empire's failed Dark Trooper Project. Of all who managed to escape the Arc Hammer's end, he was one of the few who had any knowledge of the Dark Trooper Project. Ever since Kyle Katarn had destroyed the Arc Hammer, Brotherson had gone into hiding, fearing the Emperor or Lord Vader's retribution for his failure to protect such a vast undertaking, and had managed to do quite well for himself within the Unknown Regions.
Big Daddy simply cracked a smile, as Dr. Drakken stumbled his way in.
"Big Daddy," Drakken said, "Dr. Drakken."
"Um, um," Big Daddy replied, "The password."
"The Order of the Shadow sent me," Drakken answered, with an angry tone to his voice.
"Sorry," Big Daddy added, "I didn't know the Order had you on their pay role."
"You can cut the sarcasm," Drakken added, "I was told you had information referring to an operation code named: Dark Trooper."
"Indeed," Big Daddy replied, "for the right price."
Location: Main Dinning Hall, Bermuda Triangle Hotel
General Grievous cracked a sinister smile from beneath his helmet. He pulled Dark Jedi's lightsaber back into his hands, leaving the dark warrior stunned that a cyborg was able to use the Force.
"It seems," Grievous said, "that you're out of your league." Dark Jedi let out a soft laugh, forcing Kim and Ron to look at him like he'd just lost it.
"Excuse me," Ron said, "we're tied up, a bunch of nuts have guns, or cool laser swords to our heads, and he's laughing."
"Like I said before," Dark Jedi added, "who ever it was that resurrected you won't be able to do it again." Grievous had been so caught up in his bragging that he'd forgotten that Dark Jedi's sword could split in half. Dark Jedi once again spun around, and the lower portion of his lightsaber unhooked, and flew into his hand. As fast as he could, Dark Jedi cut himself lose.
"Crush him," Grievous snarled, the two Shadow Troopers holding Kim and Ron attempted to try and subdue the dark warrior, yet just before they could, Dark Jedi managed to leap into the air, and with a swift brought his lightsaber down on one of the groves that existed between the cortosis plates, and managed to decapitate both of them.
Dark Jedi eyed Grievous, and just as he and the General locked sights, Dark Jedi Force Pulled the other half of his lightsaber into his hand, and proceeded to reconnect them. Dark Jedi then turned his attention to Kim and Ron, and as fast as he could cut them free.
Location: Hidden Conference Room, Bermuda Triangle Hotel
"How much do you want?" Drakken asked, nervously.
"500,000" Big Daddy replied, "all in advance."
"What?" Drakken asked, curiously.
"My dear Dr Drakken," Big Daddy added, "The Dark Trooper Project is one thing I'm not at liberty to reveal." Drakken groaned, as he pulled a huge wad of cash from his pocket, originally he'd intended to use this money to refurbish the lair, but this was far more important. Big Daddy cringed as he made sure his asking price was met.
"All seems to be in order," Big Daddy finally said.
"Now give me the information," Drakken snarled.
"My dear Dr. Drakken," Big Daddy replied, "I didn't have clearance to view the blue prints for the Dark Troopers." Drakken's mouth nearly hit the floor.
"Then," Drakken was suddenly at a loss for words, though he knew Shego would answer for this mistake, if he survived Darth Plaguies's fury.
"But I do know of one who did," Big Daddy finally said, Drakken was suddenly all ears.
"Kyle Katarn," Big Daddy said, into Drakken's ear, "or as he's known on Earth, Dr. James Timothy Possible." Drakken's face suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Oh, Old Huey," Drakken said, "who would have guessed, and this time the irony's in my favor."
"Huey?" Big Daddy asked, confused
"Back in college we nicknamed him Hugh," Drakken replied, "big brain and all, you know."
Location: Main Dining Hall, Bermuda Triangle Hotel
The last Shadow Trooper that had held one of the three friends fell to the ground, his helmeted head rolling on the ground.
"Gross," Kim said, "I wonder do you even consider taking prisoners?"
"Fury tells me that all the time," Dark Jedi replied, "but taking prisoners is no fun." Kim felt a cold shiver run up her spine.
"So you get a kick out of killing people?" Kim asked
"Can we discuss this later," Dark Jedi said, "I think we've got a bigger problem." A small group of Shadow Troopers formed up around Shego and General Grievous, their hands on their lightsabers.
"Back off," Grievous snarled, "I'll deal with this Jedi Slime, and his two pathetic side kicks myself."
"Hay I'm not a sidekick," Kim shouted.
"Neither am I," Ron added, "no wait, yes I am." The Shadow Troopers suddenly backed off as General Grievous steeped forward, his blue cape suddenly fell to the floor, and slowly he raised his long arms, a lightsaber gripped in each hand, and in the space of a few seconds a blue and green blade hummed to life.
"Okay," Ron said, with a hint of fear to his voice, "didn't see that coming." Ron barely had a chance to finish his statement, before he felt a strange energy lift him from the floor, and then hurl him into the stage, with a sinister look to his eye; Grievous turned his attention to Dark Jedi and Kim.
"Now here's someone who can get things done," Shego said to herself, with her trademark smile across her face. Dark Jedi managed to block most of Grievous's attacks, but the cyborg proved to be far more nimble then Dark Jedi had expected, Grievous spun his body in a complete circle, and grabbed Dark Jedi by the face, and with all his might, hurled the dark warrior across the room, where he slammed into a collection of tables. Grievous then turned his attention to Kim. His yellow eyes were alight with fury as he slammed his lightsabers down onto the table Kim had backed up against. Kim though managed to get clear just as the first blade struck.
Kim leapt over the General, and landed in front of a rather astonished waiter.
"Excuse me," Kim said, as she grabbed the plates that sat on the cart, and tossed them at the advancing cyborg. But the plates were hardly a challenge, as Grievous sliced first one, then another. The General lunged at Kim with absolute fury. Kim smiled with absolute confidence that Grievous had made a fatal mistake, since she held the high ground. Kim prepared to leap into the air, in one of her trade mark kicks, but before she could, she felt the searing heat of one of Grievous's lightsabers entering her abdomen. She looked up and found herself eye to eye with the monstrous warrior.
"How did you," Kim couldn't finish her statement before Grievous's second saber plunged into her side.
"The Force has many advantages," Grievous said, pulling his swords out of Kim, "you lose Kim Possible."
"Grievous, Shego," Drakken said, emerging from his meeting with Big Daddy, "we've got what we came for, let's beat it." An explosion shot through the roof, as an Order of the Shadow Gunship appeared overhead, dropping a rope into the confusion that rain below.
Drakken, Grievous and Shego were gone as quickly as they had arrived. Dark Jedi and Ron regained consciousness just as the Gunship faded into the blackness of the night.
"Man what happened?" Ron asked, dazed. Dark Jedi was about to answer, when he spotted Kim lying on the floor in a pool of blood.
"Oh no," Dark Jedi said, as he raced to Kim's side. For the time he'd been with her he couldn't shake the fact that she looked so much like the Shego he remembered from so long ago, green eyes full of life, and a orange main that seemed to reflect the very sun.
"KP," Ron shouted, taking notice of Dark Jedi leaning over Kim's body, as fast as he could, Ron raced up the stairs, and soon joined Dark Jedi at Kim's side.
"What happened?" Ron asked, shaking Dark Jedi like made.
"She's been stabbed by two lightsabers," Dark Jedi replied; "now if you'll let me go, I may be able to help her." Ron didn't know if he could trust Dark Jedi, but his instincts told him to trust the man. Dark Jedi held his hand out over the wounds in Kim's body, and in the space of a few seconds he hand began to glow bright blue, as he willed the Force to enter Kim's body and repair the damage that Grievous had done. Ron couldn't believe what he was seeing, he'd heard of Mutants having the power to heal themselves but not others. In the space of a few seconds the Force had healed Kim's wounds. Ron was trying to ask what they were going to do next, but Dark Jedi wasn't listening, out of the corner of his eye he spotted a fallen Shadow Trooper's lightsaber, on the back was inscribed a strange insignia, a large H.
"Hay what about KP?" Ron shouted, finally getting Dark Jedi's attention.
"Right," Dark Jedi replied, as he raced back to Kim's side, she was still unconscious as he picked her up. It was strange, the last time he'd held a girl in his arms was when he and Rachel had attended the GO City Fair, he could feel his heart pounding as his gloved hand stroked her fiery orange hair, it was as if something had been awaken that he'd long forgotten.
"Dude," Ron said, "we got to go." Dark Jedi didn't say a word, but nodded in agreement, the two men fled as quickly as they could.
Location: Drakken's Lair, a few hours later
Drakken was as Getty as a school girl, when the gunship landed back at his headquarters.
"Some one sure seems happy?" Shego said to herself.
"I originally was going to be very angry at you Shego," Drakken said, smiling, "but thanks to your mix-up things worked out better then I thought."
"But you said he didn't know anything about the Dark Trooper Project," Shego replied.
"I know," Drakken said, still smiling, "but he told who did." Grievous though wasn't very amused; he eyed Drakken with pure anger in his yellow eyes. But just as Grievous was about to strangle Drakken, a loud shriek echoed through the lair.
"DREWWWWWWBEEE," an short elderly woman dressed in a bright blue flower covered dress suddenly entered the lair, for Drakken the timing couldn't have been worse.
"Mommy," Drakken said, nervously, "you're here early."
"When I heard your Producer Mr. Plaguies was coming," Mama Lipsky said, pinching her son's cheeks, "I couldn't get here fast enough, I even brought some slides to show your boss." It didn't take long for her to spy Grievous, Drakken though couldn't have been more frightened, he'd heard that Grievous had beaten Kim Possible like it was nothing, and he didn't want to imagine what he'd do to him if his mother pushed him too far, worse Lord Plaguies would show him no mercy for this travesty.
"And who's this nice man," Mama Lipsky inquired, "isn't he a bit over dressed; I mean it isn't Halloween till October?"
"Mommy," Drakken said, "Mr. G is our sound effects man, he's really a no body." Through the Force Grievous burned like a blast furnace, not only had this little old lady insulted him, now Drakken was refusing him proper military respect. Drakken though could tell from the look in Grievous's eyes that he was furious.
"His mother thinks Dr. D's a radio DJ," Shego said, placing her hand on the cyborg's shoulder, "you get use to it around here." Suddenly a Shadow Trooper raced in through the hanger bay.
"Excuse me General," the trooper said, "Lord Plaguies's ship has just arrived." The trooper's words sent chills down Drakken's spine.
"Oh come on son," Mama Lipsky said, "let's go meet your boss."
"Right," Drakken said, nervously, "my boss." Drakken breathed deeply, knowing full well this could be his last breath, and made his way toward the Hanger Bay.
Location: Hanger Bay, Drakken's Lair
While Drakken and Shego had been out, the lair had filled up with Order of the Shadow troopers and Shadow Guardsman. The hanger had filled to the breaking point with Order of the Shadow warriors, and of course Drakken's own bumbling henchmen. Grievous, Shego and Drakken entered the Hanger bay, just as a large black triangular star ship was landing. Grievous instantly dropped to one knee with Drakken and Shego following suit.
But as the Assault Ship landed just out side the hanger bay doors, Drakken could see a line of new troops. Unlike the rest of the Order the Shadow Armor they wore was crimson, and at their sides they each carried a double bladed lightsaber. These were the Imperial Guard, Darth Plagiues's bodyguards, yet it was the figure that emerged from the ship next that sent chills down not only Drakken's but Shego's spine as well.
Darth Plaguies was a medium sized man with a jet black cape flowing behind him, revealing his jet black chest plate. The ground around which his heavy black boots landed seemed to rust, or wither and die. Yet unlike the hologram Drakken had seen a few days before, Plaguies's face was obscured by an ancient Mandalorian battle helmet, on top of which rested his black hood. At his side, Drakken and Shego could make out two double bladed lightsabers.
"Lord Plaguies," Drakken said, "you honor us with your presence."
"You can dispense with the pleasantries Doctor," Plaguies snarled, "I'm here to put you back on schedule."
"I'm right on schedule my Lord," Drakken replied
"SILENCE," Plaguies snarled, "then why is it," It was then that Drakken's mother made the worst mistake of her life. Mama Lipskey raced up to the Dark Lord and instantly started shaking his hand.
"Thank you sir," Mama Lipsky said, "for allowing my son to perform on your station." Plaguies though didn't share her optimism, and though Drakken couldn't see his face, it was clear Plaguies was enraged. Mama Lipsky was about to speak again, when she suddenly felt her throat begin to cave in. The first hint that something was wrong, was when Mama Lipsky began gasping for air, at first those gathered wondered what was causing her such discomfort, but then she levitated a few inches off the ground, it was at that moment that Drakken noticed Plaguies's hand, it had begun to glow bright red. The Dark Lord didn't say a word, as he plunged his glowing hand into Mama Lipsky, and with all his might ripped her very soul from her body.
"HOLY NAZARATH," Drakken shouted, as he watched his mother's lifeless body fall to the ground, "mama." He approached his mother's corpse, but as he did he watched his mother's soul vanish within the black crystal embedded in Plaguies's hand.
"Mommy," Drakken said, as he poked his mother's corpse, a tear welling up in his eye.
"That's the price you pay for defiance," Plaguies snarled, as he held a black lightsaber blade under Drakken's throat.
Shego had watched the spectacle from behind Drakken, and even to her Plaguies's actions had crossed the line. Shego ignited her glow and attempted to attack the Dark Lord, but was frozen in mid air, by a Force Grip.
"It seems," Plaguies said, turning his attention to Shego, "you need to learn your place," he brought his lightsaber around and prepared to strike Shego down.
"ENOUGH APPRENTICE," a voice said, echoing through out the hanger, "I'LL DEAL WITH THESE TWO PERSONALLY."
"But Master you're not yet strong enough," Plaguies protested, looking as though he was talking to himself.
"YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID," the voice replied, sounding even angrier then before.
"As you wish Master," Plaguies said, by now a stream of raw energy had begun to flow from Plaguies's body, and ever so slowly began taking a shape. By the time it was done, Drakken and Shego were frozen, it was another Sith Lord, but where as Plaguies had slight traces that he was human, this new Sith seemed to be made of pure energy. His pitch black form was clearly human in shape, but his face was nothing but a swirling vortex of raw energy, on top of which was a black hood. The strange figure motioned for Plaguies to drop Shego, before turning to Drakken.
Drakken was frozen in fear as the dark figure approached, and slowly he felt himself lift off the ground, and felt as though his body would be torn apart.
"Who, what are you?" Drakken asked, frightened
"I'm your GOD," the figure replied, "Weakling Mortals like you haven't spoken my real name since the dawn of your recorded history, but if you must call me something, call me Darth Blood."
"A GOD," Drakken said, with total fear to his voice, "Impossible." Blood merely constricted the Force around his body even tighter.
"Master," Plaguies inquired, "what should I do with the green one."
"She may prove useful," Blood replied, "for now we'll spare her," Plaguies lowered his lightsaber, and silently told Shego to return to her post, as the Dark God turned back to Drakken, "but as for you Mortal, I've just about had enough of your ego driven failures, care to explain why you haven't lived up to your half of our bargain?"
"I've been working on it," Drakken replied, "but Kim Possible," Blood hurled Drakken across the room; though he didn't have a face it was clear he was furious.
"I didn't come here for excuses," Blood snarled, Plaguies suddenly interrupted.
"With all do respect Master," Plaguies said, "I can handle Kim Possible."
"But no one can defeat her," Drakken said, in his terrified state, he'd clearly forgotten that Grievous had defeated Kim easily, "it's impossible."
"Not for a Sith," Plaguies snarled, as he waved someone over. A figure emerged from the shadows, and it was then that Drakken and Shego both nearly had a heart attack, it was a third Sith Lord, but where as Blood and Plaguies were vague and shadowy presences, this new Sith was truly terrifying to look upon. His face was a mass of jagged red and black lines etched right into his skin, his piercing yellow were enough to break the will of even the strongest Shadow Trooper, and a crown of sharp horns jutted from his head.
"This is our apprentice," Plaguies said, "Darth Maul, he'll be in charge until I return, and I suggest you obey him."
"We expect you to deliver the Dark Troopers in the next three days," Blood added, "or it will be your neck Mortal."
"But you told me I had till next week," Drakken protested
"I'm altering the deal Mortal," Blood snarled, "pray I don't alter any further, you're very lucky I don't kill you on sight, but if you fail again I won't be merciful." Blood suddenly faded back into energy and rejoined Plaguies.
"Lord Maul," Plaguies ordered, "General Grievous, accompany me to the War Room, we have much to do." The Dark Lord and his lieutenants made their way out of the hanger, leaving a shocked Dr. Drakken reeling on the floor.
"This is getting out of hand Dr. D," Shego said, "now there are three of them." Drakken's reply though fell on deaf ears, though Shego wasn't about to admit it, she felt Plaguies and Blood were far more effective then Drakken in terms of leadership.
Stay Tunned for Chapter VII: Assassin
PS: Darth Blood is a character we've been planning to introduce for a long time, and is the main villain for the entire series, whose role we'll explain during the course of the series.
