Sadly, i don't own Jimmy
I am sorry for being gone so long. I had finished this story a while back, and I decided my ending need work so here is chapter 11.
Ian woke up, performed his routine and then decided to walk to school, instead of biking or blading. Not one for taking the slower route, he jogged through people's yards, vaulting over any obstacles he came across, moving efficiently towards the high school. He reached the school later than usual, the hallways, already filled with talking students. He walked down the halls to his locker, thinking about the video from the night before, going over his conjectures on the creature. The bells rang as he reached his locker, signaling the students to start heading to first hour. Ian grabbed his books and walked to Chemistry 1, moving in and out of the stream of students, walking faster than the students around him.
Jimmy looked up as Ian entered the classroom and sat down in the desk next to him. He had started to ask Ian something when the bell rang signaling the start of class. Mr. Simpson looked at his class and said, "I really recommend that you take notes on today's lecture. This information will be vital for the remainder of the year and will need to be thoroughly understood in order to pass my class." He pulled out an old overhead projector, turned off the lights, and projected his handwritten lesson notes onto the wall.
Ian turned to Jimmy and said one word, "Lunch."
Morning passed and Jimmy headed towards the cafeteria. He waited in line to receive his daily allotment of two-year-old slop. An unidentifiable chunk of casserole landed on his lunch tray with a sickeningly, wet thud. He grimaced and made his way to the table that his friends were sitting at. Neutron sat down next to Cindy, taking his normal place in the group of friends. Libby sat on the other side of Cindy, Sheen across from Libby, Ian across from Jimmy, and Carl between Sheen and Ian. Novell looked at the tray that Neutron had set down and said, "Appetizing, only master chefs are capable of under-cooking the food and still give it that burnt flavor. Do,uh they know about...?" asked Ian, nodding his head in the direction of the Jimmy's friends.
"Yeah, I showed them the video this morning," said Jimmy.
"They don't look particularly worried," stated Ian as he looked at the others, "except for Carl here, but he always looks worried."
"That's because we aren't," said Sheen, picturing all that they had experienced together, "Jimmy will build something, we'll all go on an adventure, fight the bad guys, and come home before we miss a day of school."
"From what I saw Jimmy, this creature will be quite difficult to defeat. Last night, I kept playing the clip in my mind and I have reached several conclusions," said Ian, his voice taking a grave tone. "Most obvious are its physical attributes. It appeared first as slightly humanoid and the morphed its arm into what seemed like a large tentacle. This implies that it can shape shift. This creature destroyed the radio transmitters and other devices that would have created a large amounts radio interference. At the end of the clip, after destroying the equipment, it then began to move objects with its mind. Perhaps a form of telekinesis, I don't know. The fact that it destroyed the equipment first hints that radio frequencies might disrupt or weaken its telekinetic abilities; much like how loud sounds can disrupt our concentration. This could be a weakness that we could take advantage of. Summed up, we have a telekinetic shape shifter, that is susceptible to radio interference."
Jimmy and Cindy followed along with what Ian had said, Sheen and Carl had lost interest, and Libby was listening to her music. "And the numbers?" asked Cindy.
"Most likely a set of coordinates to meet and fight," said Jimmy as he began to poke his lunch.
"Why couldn't it just come down here and try to kill you?"
"Radio frequencies are used in great quantity here on earth. We use it for cellphones, satellite communication, wireless internet, cooking food, listening to music, GPS tracking," said Neutron.
"Oh yeah, it might not even be able to come to the Earth. If it can't come here then you're safe from it." said Cindy.
"Alien technology doesn't use radio waves because they are considered too primitive," continued Neutron.
"So Jimmy, what are you going to do?" asked Ian as he pulled a sliced up mango from his lunch box.
"Give me a piece and I will show you," said the brown-haired freshman as he eyed the bright yellow slices of fruit.
After school, Ian met up with Jimmy and Cindy outside the lab. "So what is the Relativity?" asked the black haired teenager as he stepped near the green pad.
Jimmy and Cindy locked eyes and both said, "Aurora." There was a bright flash and suddenly they weren't in Retroville anymore.
After recovering from the teleport, Ian examined his surroundings. He was standing on a beach on the edge of dense jungle. The sun was almost directly above him, farther north than what it was in Texas. The moon lay near the horizon, the same he had always seen. He thought for a second and then said, "This is an island in the Pacific, near the equator, and four hours or so behind Texas. That puts us near Hawaii's longitude."
"Nice, not that many people can navigate like that anymore," said Neutron.
"No, no one tries to be like MacGyver anymore."
"What?" asked Cindy
"Childhood hero," said Ian, "from a time way before us. So where is the Relativity?" He looked inland, noting the mountains that covered a large portion of the island. "What exactly is it?"
"Cindy and I designed a vehicle for traversing the universe. But the word vehicle doesn't do it justice," said Jimmy as he and Cindy started to walk down a footpath through the jungle. "I can't explain it to you in words. You have to see it for yourself."
Ian started to follow them down the path and muttered, "Whatever you say Morpheus." The group had only walked a couple hundred feet into the jungle when they stopped in a small clearing. There were six metallic disks spaced around a larger disk, forming Neutron's symbol. Ian noticed the setup and smiled inwardly. Jimmy stepped on one of the small disks and a large holographic screen emerged from the center disk.
"Welcome back Jimmy," said the feminine voice of Vox.
"Hey Vox," responded Jimmy as he signaled to Cindy and Ian to step on pads as well, "could you send us to Project Relativity.
"Processing, teleport in three, two, one."
Ian watched the trees blur away into nothing, being replaced by darkness. The air around him was drastically different from the jungle; the hot, humid air replaced by extremely cold, dry air. He exhaled and watched as the water vapor in his breath froze. He took a deep breath, fighting the urge to cough as his lungs rapidly cooled. Ian whistled as loud as he could and listened for an echo. He didn't hear the sound return.
"Lights," said Jimmy, and fluorescent lights began to illuminate the cavern. Ian watched as the room lit up, revealing the Relativity.
"Whoa, that's huge," said Ian, his jaw dropping a little.
"The Relativity is powered by the most powerful fusion reactor I have ever created. It has dual Hyperthust engines and soon, it will also have a wormhole generator. There are comfortable living arrangements for ten people as well as a full kitchen operated by Rayburn," said Jimmy, a note of pride entering his voice.
"Any weapons or defenses?" asked Ian as he examined the vessel before him.
"There is a supercharged force field that protects it from attacks, twenty well placed ion canons, and particle accelerators with overlapping fields of fire."
"Ouch."
"Aside from massive explosives, nothing can match the destructive force of a couple beams of subatomic particles accelerated to 99% of the speed of light."
"Does this ship put out any EM interference?" asked Ian.
"No, when we had designed the ship we were trying to create as little as possible."
"We're going to have to change that," said Ian as he grabbed a nearby pair of welding goggles and an acetylene torch. He put the goggles on, setting the protective lenses on his forehead and smiled. "When can we start?"