I do not own any Disney characters named herein, and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Marvels
By LJ58
11
Gemini turned to eye the agent that walked into his command center, and scowled darkly as the man began working on the monitors without comment.
"Well," the one-eyed man demanded, his good left eye focused on him with intense scrutiny.
"Sir, all systems are operational. Whatever happened, it had to be at the transmission point. Not with our systems," the man told him somberly, and then licked his lips nervously as he awaited his superior's reaction.
"I see," Gemini murmured darkly as he slowly rose to his feet, and approached the nearest console. "So, you are saying that they somehow intuited our little mirror program, and shut us out of the communications from their side?"
"That is….apparent, sir," the man said uneasily. "I can begin rescanning for their new frequencies, but even that would tip them off since we would first have to intercept them, and then decrypt them to patch in again."
"Yes, I know," Gemini murmured. "And what about our remote monitors? Are they up and running as yet?"
"The….fly-on-the-wall spycams are not yet….viable, sir. I'm told the techs are very close to completion, but there are power issues they've yet to solve."
"Keep me posted on their progress," he nodded curtly. "You may go."
"Yes, sir," he said, managing to hide his genuine relief.
"Oh, and Theta?"
"Yes, sir," he asked, turning back just in case, because Gemini was not one to talk to your back. Ever.
"Advise the techs I am expecting a timely solution. Very timely. Will you?"
"Of course, sir. At once, sir," he all but saluted.
"Very good man. Go. I need to think," the burly head of Viper who had taken over after the last leaders had unexpectedly retired declared.
Theta all but fled the command center, and didn't look back.
Returning to his seat, he drummed his right hand on his chair's arm, ignoring the hollow, metallic echo as he did. Another sin to lay at his sister's feet, since she had been the one to remove that hand, and leave him forced to rely on prosthetics.
Nodding to himself, he reached out, and switched on another channel, and the monitor before him blazed as a familiar face appeared on the screen.
"Gemini," Jack Hench smiled fulsomely. "What can I do for my favorite sociopath," the businessman asked mildly.
"I'm hardly a sociopath, Jack," he growled. "I'm simply updating you on GJ's efforts. They have recently discovered our frequency-sharing, and cut us off. Expect something soon, because I know how Elizabeth thinks. If she waited this long to blind us, she already has something in mind."
"I'll send out the word. Meanwhile, how are you coming with that….new operation?"
"Drakken has proven remarkably competent for once so long as he's kept on task," Gemini told him. "I suspect we can begin the new operation in….four days. At which time, we will give this so-called Global Justice a blow from which even they cannot recover," he smiled viciously.
"Excellent. Excellent. Recall, Professor Dementor wants whatever is left of that witless Patriot back so he can distill the serum from his tissues. With that formula in our hands, we can create a genuine army of Marvels that would be unbeatable on the world stage."
"I know his intent, Jack. It was my idea, if you recall. I simply gave him the honor of implementing it. Now, before I go, one more detail."
"Of course," the overly charming professional smiled on. "What can I do for you?"
Gemini leaned forward, and said, "Tell me where to find the Copycat."
Jack's smile faded now.
"You actually want her," he asked. "You do know she's far from reliable, and barely stable? Ah, mentally speaking."
"Which makes her perfect for a side gambit I have in mind. Where?"
"The last I heard, she was operating in Marseilles," Jack told him. "But Interpol is already on her trail, and you know they like to shoot first these days."
"Understood. Oh, and do ensure our current order is expedited at the highest speeds, Jack. I need certain provisions that are critical to our current ongoing operations."
"I'll be sending out the shipments this very afternoon….."
"Good," Gemini nodded curtly, and closed the channel.
He leaned back in his seat, and considered all that was happening around him. Rising to his feet, he turned, left the communications room, and walked down to the lift that took him down to the lower levels of his current headquarters.
"Blast," he heard as the small crash of equipment, then rather juvenile cursing before something of a larger crash was heard in the back of the cluttered chamber that passed as a laboratory for the man inside.
"Drakken," Gemini barked, and the flushed man with bluish skin turned to eye him with a less than fearful manner.
"What now, you interfering cretin? Can you not see I am at a critical junction heeeerrrgggk," he choked as a robotic hand flashed out, grabbed his fist, and began to squeeze.
"Sta' dohn," he rasped out, pointing a remote at the nearly finished humanoid frame of the mechanical shape before him. "Stan' dohn, damn you."
"Problems, doctor," Gemini asked, eyeing the robotic creature with a less than approving glare.
"Not at all. Not at all. I forgot to compensate for….meh," he shoved at the now inactive hand as it fell away from him after he deactivated the nearly finished robot. "For their killer instinct. When I programmed them to kill, I simply forgot to except us from their targeting computers."
"So, they will attack on command," Gemini asked as he walked around the prototype, and eyed the surprisingly delicate machine. "That is good. How durable, are they, though?"
"Oh, surprisingly so. True, anyone with say, Titan strength could damage them, but I didn't built them for common fisticuffs," he snorted, lifting a slender probe to begin working inside the robotic chest anew. "I built them for speed, and lethality," he grinned a manic smirk. "They will be exceptionally fast, and able to attack, and vanish before the average target even realizes they are in danger," he claimed.
"Or so you hope," Gemini remarked, knowing Drakken had to be watched carefully, or his work did tend to self-destruct at times. Usually in spectacular fashion.
As with Behemoth.
"Hope," the blue madman spat, and turned to glare fearlessly at him. "I, Dr. Drakken, am a true genius beyond compare," he growled at him. "What you are looking at is my secondary prototype," he told them. "My first prototype," he pointed with his probe at a corner, "Has already been created, and tested to perfection. This model will work just as well as the first," he declared.
"Then why the secondary prototype," Gemini asked, looking over at the completed robot built like a muscular male with a grim looking metal façade.
"Because, this Beta model will take robotic programming to the next level. It will have auto-learning, and self-awareness, increasing its efficiency by over five hundred percent in the field," he smiled hugely as his eyes took on a familiar mania. "It will be able to upgrade, and learn from its encounters, and thus always be able to overcome any adversary."
"The initial prototype is not so provisioned," Gemini asked curiously.
"Meh," Drakken huffed. "You wanted a killing machine. I made you a killing machine," he waved dismissively. "But this model," he smiled, "Will be a work of art. This model will be an assassin beyond compare. It will be…..perfect," he declared, eyeing the machine as if seeing something only he could visualize.
"Finish it within the week. I already know its first target."
"Do you," Drakken asked absently.
"Oh, yes. A certain woman that once scorned my patronage, and dared to mock me, and the glorious vision of conquest I offered to share with her."
"It's always a woman," Drakken sighed, and went back to work.
"What was that," Gemini growled as he started to turn away even as Drakken spoke.
"What? Oh, like I said, it's always a woman. Honestly, if you could just forget about women the world would be a much happier place. Yes, a much happier place. Say," he murmured, pausing in thought. "Perhaps we could develop a virus that could eliminate every female on the planet. If I could…."
"Finish the robot," Gemini cut him off, knowing the last thing he wanted was Drakken being diverted. Or distracted. "Other projects will have to wait until we can dismantle Global Justice, and end my interfering competitor once and for all."
"Well, if I could devise that virus, I could end her easily enough with all the rest of the other annoying women out there," he grumbled as Gemini left him to his work. "Except perhaps one," he paused to sigh, thinking of a fantasy from long ago. "But only the one."
~KP~
"So, how is the hero work going," James Possible asked his daughter as the family sat around the table in the family quarters in the massive science center known as Possible, Inc. to the outside world.
"Well, it's proving to be challenging," she admitted as Kim ate without paying much attention to what was in front of her. "Even a little fun."
"Then why do you sound miffed," Jim asked as Tim eyed her with the same querying expression.
"Well, Bonnie is part of the team, as you know," she sighed. "And…."
"You still don't get along," Anne asked her. "Kim, you've known her for years. Surely you can learn to….?"
"Mom," she sighed. "I'm trying. Only she's not the easiest person to like. It's like she wants to be mad at me no matter what I do," she huffed.
"So, did they pick a leader for your group?"
She nodded at her father even as she took another bite, and her brothers just smirked.
"Not you," they asked as one.
"No," she huffed. "I know I'm not that qualified to lead something like this. No, they drafted Shego."
The entire table went silent as Kim continued to eat without noticing their reaction.
"What," she finally asked when she realized everyone was silent, and eyeing her in confusion.
"Shego," her mother asked.
"Yeah," she said, nodding.
"Shego," her father echoed. "The same Shego that held Paris hostage a few years ago?"
"The same Shego that stole the crown jewels, and dropped them in a volcano," her mother exclaimed.
Kim sighed.
"The same Shego," the twins began.
"All right. There's only one Shego, and you all know it. And she's actually a pretty good choice. And a pretty good leader."
"Then why are you so amped," Jim and Tim all but cooed.
"I'm not….! It's not like that. She….doesn't always listen that well, and she…. I do like sparring with her," she sputtered, "But…."
"Kim has a girlfriend," the twins said in a singsong stereo well known to the family.
Both parents cringed, awaiting the usual explosion.
"Kim," her father asked, frowning as Kim scowled, then sputtered, then began to look thoughtful.
"Kim," her mother echoed.
Kim was still looking dazed now, and both parents eyed one another before looking back at their daughter.
"Kimberly Anne," James Possible growled.
"Hmmm? Oh, what is it, dad," she asked even as she rose to her feet.
"What are you thinking now," he demanded.
"I was just…. Well, it suddenly occurs to me that…." She faltered, cocked her head, and suddenly exclaimed, "That's it! I have it now! That's perfect," she said, and bolted from the dining room.
Ann Possible sighed, and shook her head.
They all know that expression, and that tone.
"She's going to be in the lab all night again," James said with a faint, almost proud grin.
Ann only shook her head as the boys both asked, "Can we have her dessert?"
~KP~
Brick Flagg was sitting in his simple apartment, staring at the new device on his left arm that Dr. Possible had called a Kimmunicator. Aside from the cutesy name, he had to admit it was a work of genius. The potential for the device was something that truly astounded him, even if he did already know that the redhead was a brain on a level far above his own. She was up there with some genuine geniuses, and if Bon-Bon still hated the girl, he knew that her handing over what amounted to a billion dollar weapon system like cheap gifts was not going to endear her to the woman.
He knew those two had been butting heads for years, and the irony of it was that half the time, Possible didn't even seem to understand how upset her mere presence made Bonita Rockwaller.
Even he had not realized that the rich girl from Middleton had become a genuine Marvel, though. That thing with her shrinking, and controlling bugs was….creepy. Still, even he could see that made her pretty dangerous in her own right.
He ran a thumb over the surface of the apparent watch again, and smiled.
The few tests he had run so made him pretty confident he could handle pretty much anything that came his way. With the battle-suit, and new toys, he not only upgraded his own abilities, he had a few new tricks that just might surprise some of his own sparring partners if they happened to show up again.
He sat back, pondering the chance to try the upgrades in a real fight when someone knocked at his door.
~KP~
She opened the door, and recoiled almost at once as the blast shattered the wall behind her across the room.
She yelped, and fly high to the ceiling after shrinking, and eyed the six men in red uniforms that spilled into her home, all of them heavily armed, and wearing some kind of high-tech gadgets. She realized they were all looking on the floor for her, and guessed that meant they had to know about her powers. Only none of them knew she could fly now.
She summoned a few bees, and had them fly in, around, and out of the door, and the men predictably charged after the flying insects as one of them actually produced a can of bug spray.
She gasped, not about to let her new friends be poisoned because of a few loons.
She dove at the last in line, and fired that blaster she had yet to test at half power.
The man howled, and fell, most of his back a scorched crater that almost spilled his organs out through his charred uniform.
Bonnie didn't even grimace as she mentally compensated for the power that surprised even her, and turned on the next man in line as the charging villains didn't even seem to realize they were being attacked from behind. And that guy had yelled pretty loud.
She didn't care. She fired again, one quarter power to her sting, and the man stiffened, and went flat.
She flew down to check him, saw he was completely unconscious, and not likely to move anytime soon, and settled on that power level as she fired at another man even as the other three now turned back to the house when she mentally had her friends go high, and disperse.
"Damn," one of them was saying. "Gemini is going to kill us for missing this one," the leader was complaining even as a third went down, and the other three men now frowned, and shouted, "She's still here! She's still here! Watch out for her bugs. She must be using a poisonous one."
"That's not poison," one of them complained, looking at one of their own nearly disemboweled from the rear.
"It looks like one of Drakken's laser blasts," another man said, backing away. "Man, I knew I should have gone with Dementor after Flagg. At least he doesn't have any weird powers!"
Bonnie gasped at that even as she risked blasting a fourth man, and then went high, hitting the team alert signal even as she left the others behind, and turned toward Brick's apartment, flying as fast as she could even as she sent a security alert to her estate office.
~KP~
"Yel-lo," Ron called cheerfully as he pulled his door open at the ring, and stared at the dozen men in black.
"Oy," he sighed. "You guys again? Just tell me, where's Monkey-Brain, because we still have a score….."
Ron leapt up, bounded off the ceiling, and came back to plant his feet in the faces of two of the men, one of whom had just tried to blow his head off. He was pretty sure his hard-earned fifty inch plasma HD TV was toast, though from the sound of that blast that had been fired.
Which, yeah, kind of pissed him off as he was suddenly among the men, punching, kicking, and generally tearing apart the twelve men who might have some martial arts training, though it obviously was very good from all he could see.
He let the last man fall from his hands even as he heard a slow, sardonic applause from nearby.
He looked up at the roof, and saw a hunched man in black smirking down at him. The hairy man with seemingly misshapen limbs was surrounded by over a score of small monkeys in black, ninja garb.
"Bravo, pretender. I see you still possess your stolen gifts," Lord Monte Fiske, alias Monkey Fist sneered.
"The only pretender around here is you, and you're going down," he spat, and stared toward him.
"Not so fast," Monkey Fist laughed. "This was just a warmup. A test, if you will. The showdown, pretender, will be in the place where it all began. If you can arrive in stop me from raising…..the YoNo!"
"The who-what," Ron sputtered as the madman leapt up, and seemed to vanish, proving he likely had another stealth aircraft waiting on him.
An instant later, the ninja monkeys were gone, too, and he heard the faint sound of displacement that suggested they were flying off.
Just before something hit the roof of his house, and the entire structure exploded.
"Man," Ron groaned, "And I just got the walls painted," he wailed in protest even as the Kimmunicator Kim had given him went off.
To Be Continued…..