Here's the next chap… (if you hadn't figured that yet, he he) Anyways… I would like to give a big THANK YOU to Zaratan who did a quick Beta for me. Thanks a bunch Dude. I've actually got some Gold-pressed Latinum this time. Would a couple bars be enough to say Thanks? Thanks to all who have read, and to those who have left a review: AtomicFire, dataweaver, Whisper from the Shadows, conan98002, MrDrP, RealityBreakGirl, CajunBear73, mysticofthepen, Wanderer3, and Ace Ian Combat.
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Chapter 7
Now Monkey Fist did not have the advantage of having a mind-meld with a Vulcan. You see he was actually almost completely opposite from Ron in relation to the MMP. Ron hadn't been able to hardly even tap into the power, where Monkey Fist had it almost completely controlling his mind. He was almost mad with it. The fact is though, neither of them really had any control over it. Until now.
Since we all now know who it is that now has almost full control over this incredible power, we also know who does NOT have control of it.
…x x x x…
Fist felt the initial shock of the phaser beam as it touched the surface of his skin, then nothing. Everything went black.
…x x x x…
"Kim? Ron?" Dr. McCoy said, as they walked out of the Chief Engineers office. "Would you please come with me for a few minutes?"
As the three left Engineering, Scotty immediately went back to work, converting a Photon Torpedo into basically what an old-fashioned nuclear war-head would do, but to a much larger extent. He just hoped that the figures Mr. Spock gave him were correct. They should be, as he had never been wrong before. Also, a Torpedo had never been configured in this manner before.
Mr. Spock had even told Scotty that certain equations were not working to their full extent and he was not sure if the outcome would be exactly as planned. In other words, Mr. Spock was making a guess. For Mr. Scott, this was as good as Gold. He trusted a guess from Mr. Spock better than most people's facts.
The job of the torpedo called for it to pass through the leading edge of this next radiation storm and blow at a specific distance behind it. The explosion was to work two-fold. One, the blast itself should accelerate the leading edge to the same speed as the previous one, and two, the radiation output should add to that already existing in the storm raising it to the same level of the previous one.
The difference between the radiation storm that they were trying to create, and the original one that they encountered, could vary no more than a 1.05 percent.
…x x x x…
Both Kim and Ron followed Dr. McCoy back to sickbay. He picked up a set of clothing that had been specially made. For all intents and purposes, they looked liked their regular mission clothes.
Dr. McCoy explained. "These were made in a way that more closely resembles the way clothes were made in your time. If anyone got a hold of what you have on now and was any kind of a chemist, they would find some very interesting compounds. We would like to keep any tampering with the past to very bare minimum.
"Go ahead and change behind theses two curtains here, and then you will need to get back to Engineering right away."
"Yes Sir," the two said in unison, and did as they were told.
…x x x x…
Once again, Captain Kirk was extremely lucky. He didn't know what kind of phaser setting he needed to use to take down an individual who had Mystical Monkey Power. As it ended up, if he had it set a click lower, all it would have done was slow Fist down a bit. A click higher and he would have completely fried the Man's nervous system. Instead, Fist was heavily stunned.
When he fell, Fist's body ended up draped over an unconscious security guards leg. The man started to come to with a groan, and so did the other. Kirk then heard a third person come to behind the desk who then mumbled something he could barely hear.
The guard that Fist's body was laying on top of sat up and pushed the unconscious form of Fist off of himself. He then stood with the help of the desk and looked over at his partner as Captain Kirk was helping him to stand.
"Report." Kirk barked. "What happened?"
"As soon as we dropped the energy barrier, he surprised us both with moves we had never seen before. Before we knew what had happened, we were all down for the count. Sorry Sir." The man looked down at his feet.
"Looks like we need to change up the Security Details fighting abilities." Captain Kirk said, and then heard the voice of the third man again behind the desk.
"Can thumbody helb me?"
Kirk walked around the desk to help the third man. "Ensign Du! What are you doing here? You should be in your quarters until you are fit for duty."
Ensign Du stood with the help of Kirk, holding his nose with one hand. It was bleeding and obviously broken.
"I wuz called here do make a positive ID thaht he wuz da one who beat me ub in the urbolift." Du nodded in the direction of the unconscious form as he explained things to his Captain, wincing in pain.
…x x x x…
Not long after Kim and Ron entered Engineering, Captain Kirk strode in with two security guards flanking Monkey Fist. His wrists were tied with…
"Is that a belt?" Ron asked.
"Uhh, yes." Captain Kirk replied solemnly. "We don't have, what do you call them…? Hand cuffs?"
Fist glared and growled at Ron. "I will have the Monkey Power if it's the last thing I do."
Dr. McCoy walked in to Engineering next, carrying a Medical Tricorder with him, and proceeded to wave something that looked kind of like a salt shaker in front of all three individually.
"Hmmm…" He looked down at the 'corder, made a few adjustments, and then scanned all three again. "Just as I thought."
"What?" Kim asked. "Is something wrong?"
"No… No. Not really. I think your friend here is beginning to show evidence of his DNA starting to fall apart. It begins in the brain, making the person go a little loony. What is odd though, you two don't show any degradation… yet."
"Oh, that's just the way Fist is," Ron said non-chalantly.
"But my scans show different," Bones replied. "You're degradation may start anytime soon. We need to get going, and get you back to your time."
"Mr. Scott? Are you and your team ready?"
"As ready as they'll ever be."
The entire group walked to the nearby Transporter Room, where Transporter Chief Kyle was making some final adjustments to the console. He looked up as everyone came in to the room.
"Ah, Mr. Kyle," Scotty said, "have ye finished th' adjustments required?"
"Yes Sir, I have. We are ready whenever the word is given."
"Good job Laddie." Mr Scott then walked over to the wall com, and pressed the button. "Transporter room to th' Bridge."
"Bridge here." Kirk's voice replied through the speaker.
"We are ready here Captain. It's all up to Chekhov and Sulu now to fire that torpedo, and hold the ship in exact station keeping."
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"Great." Sulu said to Chekhov. "Now it's up to us to make sure the Worlds Greatest Heroes aren't destroyed."
"But no pressure." Chekhov said, smiling at his friend..
"I sure would have liked to have had Ron make me a Naco. I haven't had one of those bad boys in years."
"Vhat? I kin have my Grandmother send me vone from Russia on our next leave. You do know that Ron got the idea from a little old lady in Leningrad, don't you?"
Sulu sighed, and made a minor adjustment on his console. "Helm ready, Captain."
"Ready at Weapons Control, Sir."
"Fire the torpedo on my mark." Captain Kirk said. "Be ready to compensate for drift from the thrust of the torpedo, Ensign Sulu."
"Yes Sir," he replied, and double-checked to make sure he had already done it.
Helm control had always historically been the post that would watch for things such as ion storms, solar flares, and things like that, as that person had to navigate around them. But this time, it was different. Captain Kirk watched the main screen as the enhanced representation of the leading edge of the storm appeared, and watched the numbers listed to the side indicating it's speed and relative position to the ship.
Another set of numbers represented the position of the ship and how close it was to the optimal position in relation to the earth. It was his final order that would commit the firing of the torpedo, and then commit Scotty to initiate the transport.
Watching the numbers closely, Captain Kirk counted off in his head as he mentally figured the optimal time to send the torpedo. Finally he started an audible count down. " Fire on my mark, Ensign. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… MARK!"
The torpedo fired without incident and the ship barely moved from the backlash of it's thrust.
"Good job you two. Now let's hope physics does the rest."
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"Kim, Ron… You two stand here like so…" Scotty started to place everyone on the transporter in certain places.
"You…" He said, indicating Fist, "Stand between them."
"What if I jump off of here just before you initiate transport?" Fist asked.
"Then it will nae work." Immediately, Kim and Ron grabbed an arm of Fist so he couldn't move from where he stood.
A beautiful lilting voice could then be heard from the wall speaker as Lt. Uhura piped in Captain Kirk's countdown. "Here we go, Sir."
"5… 4… 3… 2…1 MARK!"
"It won't be long now." Mr. Spock said. "Two minutes, and 32 seconds until we will initiate transport."
Mr. Spock raised his hand in the traditional Vulcan salute, and spoke to the two teens. "It has been an honor and a pleasure meeting both of you. Kim Possible, Ronald Stoppable, live long and prosper."
Scotty stepped up to the two and shook hands with each of them. He scowled at Fist, and then stepped off the platform. Stepping behind the Transporter Control Console and nudging Kyle out of the way, he looked at a small screen.
"Here we go in 3… 2… 1…" And he initiated the transport. At the same time, Captain Kirk muttered under his breath… God Speed, Team Possible.
After the flash of the transporter effect died down, Scotty stared at the transporter pad with his mouth open. There on the pad was a pile of clothes where each of them had previously stood, along with the belt that had been tied around Fist's hands.
Mr. Spock's eyebrow shot up in surprise. "Now that I did not expect."
To be continued and concluded…
Yeah, Sorry 'bout it being a little shorter than the others… I'll try to make up for it in the last chapter…
