Kim Possible: Dark Trooper
BY Dragonfang33
Chapter X
Dark Trooper: Phase IV
Location: The Brig, Drakken's Lair
Hugh Possible awoke from daze, feeling like he'd been hit in the gut by a truck. The cell he was kept in was a standard jail cell similar to one found in most police stations or county jails.
"It's been a long time," a familiar voice said, "does mom by any chance know you're a Mutant father?" Hugh peered through the bars and gazed upon a site he hadn't seen in more then ten years.
Shego was standing outside of the cell, flanked by two of Darth Plaguies's Imperial Guards, and clutching his lightsaber.
"Rachel," Hugh said, barely recognizing his daughter, "by the Force what happened to you? I thought you could deactivate your powers at will?" Shego couldn't help but laugh.
"A little memento of my first crime father," Shego said, "after all its what happened to me after my boyfriend dropped me into a vat of Toxic Waste," she activated her glow, "and my name's Shego. Rachel Possible died the day you and mom gave me up to those." Any mention of her brothers or what Hugh and Megan had done to her was enough to get her blood boiling. She ignited her glow once again but before she could make her next move Darth Plaguies entered the room, flanked by no fewer then six Imperial Guards.
"Leave," Plaguies ordered, though Shego knew she might not have another chance to get revenge on her father, she knew better then to question Darth Plaguies's orders.
"I'm going to guess that you're the one in charge here," Hugh snarled
"Indeed," Plaguies replied, "I am Darth Plaguies, leader of the Order of the Shadow, and master of the Dark Side of the Force."
"Darth Plaguies," Hugh said, in shock, "that's impossible; all Imperial Records all said you were dead,"
"And yet I stand before you Katarn," Plaguies replied, "as you can tell my apprentice's story of my death was rather incomplete. And now we'll discuss what you know of the Empire's Dark Trooper Project."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Hugh replied, "hay I hear there's a Star Wars convention down the block, you and your boyfriends will fit right in."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Plaguies replied, he motioned for something to enter. A round jet black droid with no legs and no arms entered the room, "as you can see the Order of the Shadow is not entirely with out Imperial connections," he turned to his guards, "guards leave us. And give dear Kim Possible the message." The crimson Shadow Troopers bowed and filled out of the room. The next thing anyone heard was Hugh Possible's ear splitting screams as the IT-0 began what it was programmed to do.
Location: Possible Household, later that night.
Dark Jedi gazed toward the sky. The cool night breeze blowing across his face. It was a clear night, and the stars were shinning. In his twenty years of life he'd traversed the Galaxy, visiting other worlds and other civilizations. He'd battled against the Empire, the Goa'uld, the Skrull, and the Shi-ar. He'd seen worlds as remote as Tatooine and as grand as Courcant itself. On Earth his reputation for showing no mercy had earned him plenty of nicknames, ranging from the Crimson Sword in Europe to his personal favorite, the Dragon of Death in the Middle-East.
In a way war had made him what he was a living weapon. War was all he'd known he maybe mercenary now, but he was still a soldier. Yet there was one star in the infinite blackness of space that made this proud soldier weep tears of sadness. Taurus, his home, ever since he and his master came to Earth or any of the other planets they had seen in their ten years together, he always gazed at the sky at night focusing on the same star among the countless stars in the sky.
Memories of that horrible day so long ago flowed back into Dark Jedi's memory. Memories of returning home to find his mother, father, his entire life in ruins.
"Hay," a familiar voice said from behind him, "are you okay?" Dark Jedi turned around to find Kim standing behind him.
"It's nothing," Dark Jedi replied, "just thinking."
"About what?" Kim asked, sitting next to the dark warrior.
"A painful memory," Dark Jedi replied, "something better left for the past."
"I uh," Kim was suddenly at a loss for words.
"If you want to ask me something go ahead," Dark Jedi replied. Kim was still at a loss for words. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her Kimmunicator going off.
"It's probably Ron calling to apologize," Kim said, "We'll continue our talk later." Kim made her way back into the house.
Once he was sure she was gone, Dark Jedi drew his lightsaber, and with the moon to his back he began practicing. At his training caused him to gaze directly at the moon, every time he did, an old legend his master told him when he was a boy flowed into his mind.
For him the Silver Millennium was a dead world, a time when Jedi and Sailor Scout were united as one. But that was thirty three millennia ago. So far the only Sailor Scouts Dark Jedi had seen were the exact opposite of their Silver Millennium counterparts, dedicated to a mission, while sacrificing those they were sworn to protect to accomplish it.
Dark Jedi was lost in thought when Kim came bursting back onto the roof, she was nearly in tears.
"THE ORDER OF THE SHADOW HAS MY DAD," Kim shouted, as she fell into Dark Jedi's arms.
"Grab your gear," Dark Jedi ordered, pushing her away, "and get Stoppable on the line." Kim froze; it had only been a half hour since the confrontation with Ron.
"Maybe Ron should sit this one out," Kim said, "At least until he has a chance to cool down," Kim was suddenly at a loss for words for a few moments, "I was actually hoping that it could be just the two of us this time." Though he was wearing a mask over his mouth, Dark Jedi cracked a smile.
"Are you asking me out?" Dark Jedi asked
"Yes," Kim replied, stuttering, "No, I mean for professional reasons."
"I get the idea," Dark Jedi replied.
Location: Kim's Room, fifteen minutes later
Kim and Dark Jedi were still pouring over the security feed from the space center's parking lot. It was then Kim spotted a familiar face in the corner of the feed.
"Drakken," Kim said, slamming her gloved hand down on her desk.
"If Drakken was there that means the Order is probably operating out of his base," Dark Jedi added, before turning to face Kim, "do you know where his current base is?"
"Usually Drakken operates out of Mt. Middleton," Kim added.
"Typical," Dark Jedi added, "Fury sends me in to knock that place out and five days later that mama's boy's moved right back in."
Location: Stoppable Household, a few moments later
Ron sat on his bed, tossing a small rubber ball against the wall. The look to his face told the story; he was still very upset about the events of the previous few hours.
"Who do those guys think they are?" Ron asked, turning toward Rufus, "I mean Dark Jedi comes in from no where, and all of a sudden Kim goes weak in the knees over him, and not me? And Eric, I mean Mr. Perfect Hair and Skin he wouldn't even know Kim if it wasn't for me, and what thanks do I get nothing."
"Indeed young one," a dark voice said, echoing through the room, "you have been wronged, and I can give you the power to win the woman you love back."
"Okay scary voice," Ron said, panicking, "what are you talking about?"
"I can grant you the power to eliminate the men who have dared to take away the person you love," A jet black figure suddenly appeared in front of him, the figure was cloaked from head to toe, the only thing visible was the swirling blue energy that made up his face. Ron didn't know how to reply, as he watched the man form something on the seat of his bed. It was a pair of curved lightsabers.
"What's the catch," Ron asked
"Nothing," Darth Blood replied, "take these weapons, and agree to serve me, and I can guarantee that your beloved Kim Possible will be yours." Ron touched one of the lightsabers, and picked it up.
"I'll do it," Ron replied, as his eyes began glowing bright yellow.
"Good," Blood replied, "from this day forth you shall be known as Darth Ronan."
Location: The Base of Mt. Middleton
The S.H.E.I.L.D gunship landed at the base of the craggy, snow covered mountain. Dark Jedi and Kim Possible climbed out of the gunship as Nick Fury looked on from the door.
"Be careful," Fury said, "don't forget the only reason I authorized this mission is to confirm whether or not Darth Plaguies is present, and if at all possible capture him and Dark, try not to chop him into pieces. I hear the Tokyo Metropolitan Police are still putting bodies back together after you, how do I say it, liquidated those two Yakuza clans."
"So I set a few home in body bags," Dark Jedi replied, "no big."
"Body bags," Fury replied, "the Tokyo Police were wiping guys off the walls with sponges," he turned his attention to Kim, "and as for you Miss. Possible I know Dr. Director and your friends may give you free reigns to do as you please. But you're in the big leagues now, I don't want any of your usual I can do anything actions."
"Excuse me," Kim said, "I've dealt with Magneto and Doctor Octopus with no problem, not to mention Dr. Drakken, and Shego." Fury didn't reply to Kim's little boast.
"We'll be in touch," Fury finally said, "radio for pick up the moment you have the package."
"Sir," Dark Jedi said, "saluting. I'm trusting that you'll have my fee waiting on completion of this mission?"
"If Plaguies is there you'll have a cool hundred mill. In your bank account by tomorrow," Fury replied, "Good luck." The gunship flew took off, heading back toward Middleton.
"Let's jet," Dark Jedi said, as he started up the mountain.
"Wait," Kim replied, "may the Force be with us."
"Thanks," Dark Jedi added, "come on."
Location: Near the Entrance to Drakken's Lair, Mt. Middleton.
Kim and Dark Jedi made their way up the side of the mountain. As they neared the entrance to Drakken's lair, Dark Jedi suddenly sensed a spike in the mountains Dark Side aura.
"Get down," Dark Jedi said, pulling Kim down behind a rock.
"What's wrong?" Kim asked.
"Company," Dark Jedi said, "Shadow Troopers." Kim peered around the side of the rock, two Shadow Troopers emerged from the door way. The two Sith warriors took up their guard positions near the door.
"Stay put," Dark Jedi said, "I'll handle this."
"Be careful," Kim said, "there might be more of them out there."
"Hay," Dark Jedi replied, "it's me. Besides the more there are, the more fun there is." Before Kim could form her reply Dark Jedi making his way across the snow covered mountain.
"You sense that?" one of the guards said, as Dark Jedi ducked behind another rock.
"I felt something," the other guard replied, "but it was too faint to pinpoint. Probably just some hikers or something. You know the people on this planet love extreme sports."
"Very funny," the other guard replied. But before the other guard could reply, a bright red beam tore through his neck. As the first guard fell to the ground the second drew his lightsaber, but before he could use it a second red beam struck him in the neck.
As the body of the second guard fell to the ground Dark Jedi motioned for Kim to come out from behind the rock. The two made their way over to the massive steel door.
"You know you didn't have to kill both of them," Kim suggested.
"If I didn't," Dark Jedi replied, "they would've triggered the alarm. Now come on." He activated his lightsaber and rammed the blade into the door. Slicing a circle into the door, Dark Jedi Force Pushed the sliced metal out creating a passage for the two of them to enter.
Location: Darth Plaguies's Command Center
"His resistance to the mind probe is considerable," Darth Maul said, "it maybe sometime before we can extract the information we need Master."
"Don't worry Lord Maul," Plaguies replied, "I've taken care of it." He pressed a button on the side of his desk, as the windows slid open they revealed a fully functional Dark Trooper production line, "we have one hundred and fifty Phase One and Phase Two Dark Troopers ready for combat."
"No fair," Dr. Drakken said, stomping his feet on ground, "I was suppose to," he began to feel his windpipe begin to constrict.
"You have failed me for the last time Drakken," Plaguies snarled, "I've given you hundreds of chances to accomplish your mission, and every time you have failed me miserably." Drakken began to turn bluer then usual; his life was only spared when a Shadow Trooper barged in.
"My Lords," the trooper said, kneeling, "we have an emergency alert coming from corridor AA23."
"Kim Possible," Plaguies snarled, "and Dark Jedi, I should have known." He slammed his armored fist onto the table.
"Seems like you're slipping Plaguies," Shego said, smugly, "you know at times you seem to make the silliest mistakes, at times I think it would be better if Drakken remained in charge of this." Plaguies snapped his fingers and Shego was immediately seized by the two Imperial Guardsmen in the room.
"You over look one thing Shego," Plaguies snarled, balling his fist in front of Shego, bolts of Force Lightning began charging around his fist, "I control all political and economic aspects on this planet. I and I alone will make any decisions on this project and should you forget your place again Shego. I'll kill you myself. Am I clear?"
"Oh you're in charge," Shego replied, smiling, "all you had to do was say that."
"My Lord," Grievous said, interrupting the conversation, "should I alert the security forces."
"No," Plaguies replied, "I'll deal with Kim Possible and her Jedi friend personally. Alert my Imperial Guard to assemble in the Main Control Room."
"As you wish Master," Grievous said, "and should I prepare them for immediate combat."
"Indeed," Plaguies replied, as he led his men out of the room.
Location: Main Control Room
Kim and Dark Jedi made their way into the darkened control room. Their journey through the base had been largely uneventful leading both of them to believe they were walking into a trap.
"I don't like this," Kim said, "It's two easy. If Plaguies is here and he is the leader of the Order of the Shadow you'd expect this place to be crawling with guards."
"I know," Dark Jedi replied, "and I'm sensing a trap."
"Next move," Kim added
"Spring the trap," Dark Jedi said, motioning Kim on. Kim couldn't help but smile. But before Kim could form a reply the room was suddenly filled with the glow of crimson bladed lightsabers.
"An ambush," Kim replied, "figures. Think we can handle them."
"If one more shows up," Dark Jedi replied, "we might be in trouble."
"Let me guess," Kim added, "that one's mine."
"What you're fighting too?" Dark Jedi asked. The sound of clapping suddenly filled the room, as the crimson armored soldiers suddenly lowered their weapons as three figures emerged from an opening in the center of the room. One was obviously General Grievous, the other was hidden beneath a black cloak, though it was clear he wasn't human. The one in the center was clad in all black, with a black chest plate and a Jedi Civil War era Mandalorian helmet covering his face, over the top of which he wore a black hood and cape.
"We meet at last Kim Possible," Darth Plaguies said, "and Dark Jedi I must admit I was expecting someone with your reputation to be a little older."
"Let me guess," Kim said, smugly, "You must be Darth Plaguies?"
"Very impressive," Plaguies replied.
"It was quite obvious," Kim added, "the leader always insists on dressing the most flamboyantly. Now where's my dad?" Plaguies motioned for Shego to bring Hugh Possible forward; he was badly beaten, and covered with acid. Kim couldn't believe what she was seeing. Usually the villains she fought always played by certain rules, yet it seemed as though the only rules Plaguies played by were his own.
"If you hurt him I'll," She prepared to launch an attack.
"Don't underestimate him Kim," Dark Jedi said, "he's a Sith Lord."
"Oh please," Kim added, "I've fought a crazy British Aristocrat with Mystical Monkey Power, and scores of super powered Mutants. I think I can handle this guy," she turned to face Darth Plaguies, "and as for you I'm sure Global Justice has a nice cell reserved for you."
"Foolish girl," Darth Plaguies snarled, "I am Global Justice, and now I'd like to introduce you to the crowning achievement of our little experiment."
"Let me guess you're going to have Shego and your goons fight us?" Kim asked, she suddenly noticed that Dark Jedi wasn't laughing. No fewer then four sliding doors opened. What they revealed was no less the shocking.
Four massive creatures emerged. They were at least seven if not eight feet tall and covered with jet black shadow armor. The helmet was a standard stormtrooper helmet, but the area around the mouth had been sliced open. Their teeth had been sharpened to be almost as sharp as a razor blade. With in their arms and body were various cybernetic implants. On their left arms were two massive Great Lightsabers. On their right arms were either Gatling blasters or a missile launcher. Each of them had one robotic and one flesh leg, both of which were covered in armor. At their sides were scaled down AT-AT chin cannons.
"What the hell are those things?" Drakken asked, as the massive creatures emerged from their cages.
"My Master's crowning achievement," Plaguies replied, "the Phase IV Dark Trooper, code-named Uber-Soldat. Call it the perfection of the Dark Trooper project, a clone host fused with the most powerful of battle droids."
Stay Tuned for Chapter XI: Kim's Decision
PS: The name Uber-Soldat came from the video game Return to Castle Wolfenstien and is German for Super-Soldier.
PSS: The main reason Plaguies is building an army of regular Dark Troopers is the process to turn a Stormtrooper or Shadow Trooper into an Uber-Soldat drives the clone or person completely insane, locking them into a perminat killing frenzy. Because of this Uber-Soldats are often known to go berserk.