Next chapter for the weekend! I personally think it's a good one, hope you do too! Have a good weekend everyone and enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: C:KND belongs to Mr. Warburton
Chapter 2-5 - Leaders Battle Pt. 2
"We're approaching Sector K sir." Numbuh 44 said.
Numbuh 5 was sitting in the leader's chair in her Scamper. With her were pilots Numbuh 44, Numbuh 36 and Numbuh 86. She personally chose her own team to accompany her for the upcoming battle.
Sector K was a sight to see. Dozens of ships can be seen arriving and landing in the treehouse. The kids looked small from the air. The treehouse's weapons system were already online as Numbuh 5 could see them jutting out of the tree's branches.
"Sector K this is Moon Base we're going in for a landing. Are we clear?" Numbuh 44 spoke into the mic.
"Moon Base this is Numbuh 21 of Sector K. You're clear for landing. Proceed to landing pod Numbuh 23."
The pilots made their way over and as their ship landed a crowd of operatives were surrounding them, obviously alerted to the fact they were already here.
"You ready Numbuh 5?"
"Yeah, hopefully." Numbuh 5 felt a little uneasy before reminding herself why she was here. "I'm ready Numbuh 36."
The doors opened and Numbuh 36 and 86 cleared the way for Numbuh 5 to step out. Soon enough all forty-two operatives gathered around her.
"Numbuh 21, what's the location of the Teen Ninjas?"
"They're about ten miles out. If I were to guess they'll be here in around twenty minutes."
"Alright the we don't have time to waste." Numbuh 5 tried to sound as confident as she could and it seemed to be working. "Each of you will be assigned as a pair. You'll be working in this pair throughout the duration of the mission. Stick with your pair and watch out for each other."
Numbuh 36 then spoke. "Most of you would have been assigned to a one-on-one pair with one of you having experience with fighting teen ninjas and the other a 2x4 tech officer. The role of the combatant is obvious. The role of the 2x4 tech officer is to ensure both of you are effective when fighting in your 2x4 combat ships and to cover for you guys, knowing how reckless some of you fighters may be. Like Numbuh 5 said: keep in constant radio contact."
"Sector K, you'll be operating with Numbuh 36. Numbuh 86 will be with me." She turned to Numbuh 22. "Do you have the Underpound ready?"
"She's patched up and ready to go! Boy I wish I could be the one driving that thing. It's been so long since we had the chance to use it. Every time we take it out for a spin all the kids and adults are scared out of their pants! There was this one time with me and Numbuh 20 when–"
"Ok thank you Numbuh 22." Numbuh 5 cut him short.
Numbuh 5 focused back at the operatives. "I'm sure some of you are a bit confused as to why there's a lot of you from different sectors here. Numbuh 5 know the past few weeks have been weird but we're confident that all of you here are most suited to take down these teenagers.
"Some of you might also be nervous for a number of reasons, one of them being that this is my first time leading you guys as Supreme Leader. Well Numbuh 5 don't want to see any of you backing out now! We're Kids Next Door and we never back down from a fight!"
The others cheered as Numbuh 5 became much more lively. Everyone was more positive and upbeat.
Numbuh 5 shouted once more. "Remember to stick with each other…Kids Next Door, battle stations!"
Everyone immediately started to gear up for the battle as kids were dashing around the treehouse getting their weapons and checking everything was in order. A few of them took the time to get to know their combat partners.
Numbuh 86 stood quietly by herself as she watched Numbuh 5 talking to some of the other operatives. The past few days have been strange for her, but in a good way. There was something she wanted to tell Numbuh 5 but never had the time to.
She saw Numbuh 5 walk toward her and pondered if now was a good time to tell her. We're in a middle of a battle Numbuh 86! Pull yourself together! What's the matter with you? She decided she would tell her later.
"Numbuh 86, are you ready?"
"Of course sir!" 86 said boldly.
"Good. Because Numbuh 5 was keeping an eye on you and it looked like there was something you wanted to say." She smirked as she saw 86 fumble over her words.
"Well sir…you see it's just…well first of all I'm not sure if now is the best time to say it…"
"Yeah Numbuh 5 gets it. You can tell Numbuh 5 later when we're back at Moon Base. Over ice-cream!" She grinned. "Right now Numbuh 5 wants to see that old 86 you know what I mean?"
"Right! Then we should get going right now!" Numbuh 86 screamed and ran off to the deployment bay.
That's much better. Numbuh 5 knew the old 86 was in there somewhere. She followed her inside.
Numbuh 5 took the time to think on the past few weeks. She had been very professional, maybe too professional for herself. At times she didn't believe that who was speaking was herself. But she had to be that person as Supreme Leader. It was a different feeling going on missions with Sector V. They were on a mission, but everyone had fun and Numbuh 5 wasn't afraid to joke around with her friends. It was fun after all!
My friends! It's been ages. What the heck are they going to think about me now? This is horrible…after that ice-cream talk with 86 I have to go visit them. Numbuh 5 would've thought being Supreme Leader meant you could make your own holidays. Guess not.
She saw Numbuh 86 already strapped into the pilot's seat.
"Well what are ya waiting for? A pretty letter invitation? Let's go!" 86 shouted.
Alarm bells and sirens blasted throughout the treehouse. The teenagers were getting close.
"That a close enough invitation for ya? Get in! We have some teenage butt to kick!" Numbuh 5 laughed and strapped herself next to 86. The platform lowered itself as it brought them under the treehouse and under the streets.
Meanwhile, the other operatives jumped into their ships readying themselves for battle. It was going to be a hard one but they weren't going to let the teenagers take over their treehouse.
The echoes of whirring ships and revving engines travelled across the treehouse as one by one they took off. In the air they seemingly grouped together as they searched for their partner while on the ground they were clumped together covering the whole width of the street. In the front was Sector K's Scamper. The whole squad waited in front of the treehouse, for the teenagers to arrive.
"Keep tight everyone. They'll be here any second now." Numbuh 36 addressed the operatives.
Everyone was quiet as they looked into the end of the street for any sign of the teen ninjas. It became very tense very quickly.
"We're getting something!" Numbuh 22 radioed to the squad. "Unknown object heading straight for us and it's coming in fast!"
The appeared from the end of the street and it was fast approaching.
"What is that…" Numbuh 22 squinted.
"Incoming missile!" Numbuh 23 shouted at the same time an alert sounded in the ship. "Evasive maneuvers 22!"
"Everyone watch out!" Numbuh 22 banked the Scamper to the right and the other ships in line barely managed to avoid the projectile as it headed straight toward the treehouse.
The treehouse was able to detect and get a lock on the missile but it was too little too late as it impacted the side of the treehouse causing a fiery explosion.
"This is Numbuh 5 and 86. Hold you position! We're going back to take care of the fire!"
"That is a negative! We're going–"
"That is an order Numbuh 21. Everyone is to remain their ground until the Teen Ninjas are in sight."
"Numbuh 5 are you crazy? We can't just leave them!"
"We're the backup anyway 86. Come on and help me! Or this fire will be too big to handle."Numbuh 86 gave a frustrated grunt as she followed Numbuh 5 back into the treehouse.
Meanwhile, the first glimpses of the teen army were visible. It wasn't as large as they anticipated but they brought a lot of firepower. A rather large curved-edge triangular ship was at the front of the army leading the others. Armored Personal Bicycles and personal jets could be seen. One for every teenager.
Numbuh 36 counted 10 jets and 20 APBs meaning there were 30 teenagers, maybe a bit more from the leading ship. Their own forces barely outnumbered the teenagers and 36 was beginning to have doubts on relying on the new operative database.
The two forces faced each other only a few meters apart.
"We're getting a transmission." Said Numbuh 44.
"On screen."
A teenager appeared on screen and it wasn't Cree. Numbuh 36 studied the teenager and he thought he knew her but couldn't exactly point out who or why. She had blue eyes and curly dark blonde hair.
"Well well if it isn't the Kids Next Dorks! Nice little playgroup you guys have there."
"Who are you?"
"Don't recognize me kid? That's too bad. I definitely know one person who would. I wonder is she's here with you?"
Numbuh 36 suddenly realized who she was.
"Numbuh 12." Everyone in the Scamper widened their eyes in surprise. The last time anyone saw her was at Numbuh 86's slumber party where she betrayed the Kids Next Door by giving over the KND Code Module to Cree. It was something that affected 86 for weeks. "You're personally leading this attack? Against your former allies? Your own friends?"
"It's Maddie now you dork." She snapped, "not 'Numbuh 12'. And you're delusional if you think I still consider you my friends! I'm a teenager now as you can see. I couldn't believe how much time I wasted playing your silly little games."
"You're a disgrace." 36 said bitterly.
"And you're just a child." Maddie retorted.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"Isn't it obvious or are you that stupid? We're here to destroy your silly little treehouse."
"Destroy…?"
"Yes. Did you really think we would take over it?" Maddie laughed at 36's unawareness. "I wouldn't step into one of those things again! We're here to burn it to the ground."
"You're sick…"
"Words from a child. Enough of this small talk. It's been nice catching up with you dweebs but there's something we need to do. Teenagers, attack!"
"Kids Next Door, attack!"
"86 come on! We need to get to the emergency output system." Numbuh 5 dashed quickly inside the treehouse. Luckily the fire was still contained for now.
"And where could that possibly be?"
"I don't know! This isn't my treehouse!"
"Call Sector K and ask them where it is!" Numbuh 86 yelled as she ran aside Numbuh 5.
"I can't! Something's blocking the signal. I can't get through to them."
Explosion and gunfire suddenly burst into the background.
"They're starting to fight."
"We have to find the output switch now!"
Numbuh 5 and 86 made their way into the center of the treehouse.
"Where is the fire?"
"Over there! Look." Numbuh 86 pointed to Numbuh 20's room and smoke was rising from underneath the small gap under the door.
"Great. Now where's the output switch? It could be anywhere!"
From outside the window they saw a teenager jet spiral out of control, fire coming from the front of the jet, barely missing the treehouse.
"Can we find this right now so we can get out there into battle?" Numbuh 86 shouted. She now desperately wanted to be in the fight.
"Is everyone in position?"
"This is Numbuh root-2. Me and Numbuh i are in position."
"Numbuh factor 4 and 5.1 are on the ground. We're in position."
The team was wearing hi-tech combat spacesuits (except Numbuh root-2). The helmet allowed them to see each other on their own personal screens in the corner and give direct communication with each other, as well as switch to radar view to see their enemy's position. The suit itself doesn't hinder any operative's natural abilities and is naturally flexible. It also comes with a built in jetpack and oxygen supply. The suits were never used unless absolutely needed.
The surface was a desolate place. Their treehouse was situated on one of the moons orbiting a lifeless gaseous planet. In many ways it reminded Numbuh 1 of the Moon back home. Except with deadly aliens that can kill you.
"Alright then get ready. They're closing in fast."
From the distance a small dust cloud was growing. The little figures that were the Robwites could be seen running on all fours in a frenzy toward them.
"Root-2 we have a visual. Engage the target."
Root-2 closed in on the incoming horde.
"Numbuh 1 do you copy?"
"What is it root-2?"
"There's a lot of these guys. A lot."
Numbuh root-2 turned on his live feed and transmitted his POV toward his teammates.
There were close to 500 Robwites grouped together. It was a scary sight. Numbuh 1 tried to hide the fact he was just as startled as the rest of his teammates. That would be the last thing he wanted to show them.
"Engage root-2. I repeat engage!"
Numbuh i teleported outside the ship. She raised her hands and giant holographic walls raised from the ground trapping some of the Robwites together. In an instant they climbed on top of each other in a mindless attempt to get over the obstacle.
Numbuh root-2 launched a series of flare missiles on the trapped group, exploding on impact and spreading some dust around the area.
As the dust settled, it was clear some of the Robwites were clearly dead but most of them were still alive. Some of them were lit on fire but they didn't care as they continued to flail around and tried to escape.
"The missiles didn't work and they're closing in fast." Numbuh root-2 said.
"Numbuh i start creating walls. Any obstacles that can slow them down."
Numbuh i's eyes glowed and as she raised her hands several walls shot from the ground in the path of the Robwites. Some of the collided head on killing them instantly. Other Robwites were scattered from their path for a few seconds. Most of them however, climbed on top of each other creating a ramp of bodies to climb over.
Root-2 continued the barrage of missiles and it was mostly a hit and miss as the Robwites were too spread out for any concentrated hit.
"We need a choke point. 5.1 help out Numbuh i. We need to funnel them into a narrow space."
"I'm on it!" Numbuh 5.1 flew toward the scene. Seeing the horde closing in front of her was much different than watching on screen.
Numbuh i created two walls on either side which narrowed into a tight section. Numbuh 5.1 flew above them and launched her sonic emitters which made the Robwites rabid as they pushed each other out of the way to move forward. They continued until they were squeezed into the tight spot.
"Root-2 hurry! I can't hold the wall for much longer!"
Root-2 let loose another around of missiles and scored a direct hit on the mass clump of Robwites. Dust and body parts exploded sending them flying. i closed the walls in crushing the remaining Robwites that were still alive.
However, there were still many Robwites left and they were making their way to the treehouse.
"Numbuh factor 4 they're heading straight for you. Numbuh i get ready to funnel them in again."
Numbuh i created another tight path where some of the Robwites channeled into. The Replicator walked slowly toward the horde. Electricity coursed through the machine as it travelled from the head to the tesla conductors on it's back. A spark of electricity spurred from the machine and lingered next to it. The ball of electricity turned into an outline of the Replicator before a small flash of light flashed and in its place was another Replicator. Factor 4 cloned himself and the machine.
The original machine cloned itself again, the clone appearing on the left. There were now three of them.
The three Replicatos raised their arms as it transformed into a plasma cannon and they began firing, turning the Robwites into plasma goo. As they fired, shoulder mounted rocket launcher were activated and the three fired a volley into the air travelling down and exploding on impact.
The Gateway fired its laser weapon located in the center of the ship. The blue laser splicing through the horde.
Numbuh i continued to generate obstacles in the Robwites path to slow them down. Some Robwites were effectively buried under each other as they tried to climb over the walls.
"Numbuh i I'm going to use the amplifier!" 5.1 radioed over to her.
She teleported to her location directly in front of the horde and Numbuh 5.1's suit was glowing, a loud buzzing bass sound could be heard from the two sonic emitters. A circle of light surrounded Numbuh i and the emitters as it spurted out small sparks of energy.
"Let it rip!" Numbuh 1 shouted.
A visible sonic wave discharged from 5.1 as it sent the Robwites hurling backwards. The ones closest had their bodies shredded apart by the sheer force coming from the emitters while the ones behind tumbled back hitting the ground several times.
But they were still coming. Although they managed to decrease their numbers significantly, the Robwites at the edges of the horde that missed their attacks surged forward.
"I'm going in!" Numbuh factor 4 yelled.
"Are you crazy? Do not head in! You'll only get yourself killed! Numbuh i keep an eye out. Make sure factor 4 doesn't get hurt!"
The Replicators took great leaps closing down on the horde. The Gateway continued firing its laser in an attempt to separate the pack from each other.
The three mech robots landed straight in the middle of the horde squishing the Robwites they landed on.
Numbuh factor 4 began punching and kicking the teenagers. Killing them with brute force. One of the clones deployed a flamethrower as it shot a stream of fire from its hands, the other clone followed suit.
It wasn't long however before the Robwites fought back and they quickly overwhelmed factor 4 with mass numbers.
"Numbuh root-2 and 5.1, stand your ground. Keep thinning the horde. Numbuh i get factor-4 out of there before he gets himself killed!"
Numbuh 5.1 continued to use her sonic emitters to move groups of Robwites together as root-2 fired at them from his Gateway.
Factor 4 and his clones continued fighting off the Robwites that were pilling on top of them. They were picking them off, punching them away, kicking them, burning them, anything to incapacitate the Robwites.
One of the Replicators managed to get enough Robwites off as one if its hands turned into a saw and starting cutting down the oncoming Robwites. Factor 4 was ruthless, sparing no one and killing everything he could reach.
Numbuh i appeared above the fight. From above she could see two Replicators being swarmed by the Robwites as another one attempted to hold on it's own with a plasma saw. Unfortunately, she saw that the one still standing wasn't the one the original factor 4 was in. She went as close as she dared to and tried to isolate the fight by enclosing the Replicators in a walled off room so no more Robwites could join in.
As the feral teenagers found out they couldn't join the fight, they continued charging forward to the treehouse. Numbuh 1 activated the treehouse's defense systems as plasma machine guns sprung to life and began firing.
Inside the enclosed area, factor 4 and his clones were barely holding on. There were simply too many of them. Some of the teenagers managed to chew the one of the robotic legs off a Replicator and the electricity shocked the nearby teenagers unconscious. That gave factor 4 a risky idea.
The two cloned Replicators were surrounded in electricity. The Robwites that climbed onto them flew back from the shock. The cloned machines now glowed with energy as the beams of light travelled back to the original sending a surge of electricity spreading through the walled off area Numbuh i built. All the Robwites either died from shock or were unconscious.
"Hey Numbuh i you can let me out now!"
The walls flickered and disappeared around factor 4 and she was relieved to see him alive.
"Get back to the treehouse now! I need you guys back here!" Numbuh 1 yelled.
Numbuh i took factor 4 and teleported them back to the treehouse where they could see about 100 Robwites within running distance of the treehouse.
Teenager Tech Files - APB
Armoured Personal Bicycle
Standard ground combat vehicle of choice for Teen Ninja agents. Disguised as a normal everyday bicycle and can be unpacked while moving or stationary, increasing its speed and durability, covering the whole pilot. Equipped with twin rocket boosters and frontal dual laser guns. Armour is able to withstand a variety of ground-based 2x4 tech.
Thanks for reading guys! Unfortunately...Chapter 2 isn't going as fast as I hoped but I have a 2 week break now so hopefully (please) I can work on it more so I can continue my regular updates. Numbuh 12 was in the show and did betray the KND, although her real name is not given so I came up with the name myself. Leave a review on what you think! For those of you getting Pokemon X and Y tomorrow, I wish you all the best, trainers! (I will be getting X!)