Part II
Authors notes:
A moon destroying a star:
Normally, A moon couldn't cause a nova. However, this moon had an extremely dense core, capable of surviving being thrust into the stars coreand the Trade Federation had taken advantage of that, by installing devices to damp out the fusion reactions, which would then lead to a drastic reduction of the energy that keeps the star from collapsing in on itself, which in turn would lead to a small nova, as the fusion reactions started again, and the star "blew off", shells of superheated gas.
Troopers:
It is important to notethese are republic clone troopers, not those other fellows who got their tails handed to them by a bunch of three foot teddy bears. In fact, it has been detirmined by recent scholarship, that that other lot were not clones at all, but out of work florists and librarians who had been given jobs as Storm Troopers as part of the Empires recent "War, Not Peace" initiative. The fellow who came up with that program was given the Rebellions highest medal for his clever act of sabotage, that being preferable to the Rebellion admitting it's war had been won by an act of complete idiocy.
In any case, THESE soldiers are the ones who tend to hit what they shoot at.
"Go Maddogs, Go Maddogs!" Kim and the other cheerleaders were working out their new cheer routine, with a number of students watching, both friends and those who enjoyed the timeless pastime of watching girls in short skirts and belly baring tops gyrate about the gym.
"And… now!" Kim shouted, as she flipped back, did a somersault…and landed on the ground as the incomplete pyramid collapsed.
"Bonnie!" Kim said. "This again?"
"We did the pyramid last time…" Bonnie said in annoyance. "I think we should do-"
"So not the time, Bonnie." Kim said, "We already worked this out, remember?" On the bleachers, Ron grinned. It wasn't time for the Maddog mascot—not yet, and besides, watching Kim and Bonnie go after each other was entertainment in and of itself. Apparently the other cheerleaders agreed, as they watched the byplay.
"Oh man…" Rufus said. He didn't like the byplay.
"C'mon, Rufus, you know that this is just Kim and Bonnie." The rodent didn't respond, looking nervous.
Republic's Defender.
"Eighty thousand… soldiers!" Drakken shouted. "Shego, do you now what this mean—"
"Uh-uh!" Shego cautioned. Drakken frowned.
"Very well…General Shego."
"Very good." Shego said, enjoying the quarters of the commanding officer. According to Alios the ship had been a prototype of a new design, a.. heavy star destroyer, kilometers long. It even had smaller ships docked inside it, and hordes of robots and war machines…all of them very, very tough. Drakken was going ga-ga over the robots, but Shego wasn't—she'd quickly learned how to use the recordings, and they showed that except for the big warmachines and the most expensive of the robots, they were pretty much dead meat against the troopers—especially the ARCs…which were most of the troopers on the ship. They even had experimental suits of battle armor…and Shego also had pointed out that the silly little robots were designed to be used like ammunition—with factories to churn out more. They didn't have factories.
"And with your luck with robots…" She couldn't help saying. Drakken turned red and frowned.
"Trust me, Shego…I'll figure out how to duplicate the robots…and the clones. I cannot understand how theses clones are so durable…"
"And how come they don't melt in coca cola?"
"Yes!" Shego sighed, and turned on the exterior monitor. The clones were busily cleaning up the ship, and getting it ready—of course it needed a big crew… although they might be able to fly it. Drakken had wondered about the lack of centralized automation…and Shego had referred him to exhibit A. They were fighting an army of killer robots—so maybe they wanted to keep people in the loop?
"So, Shego…after we destroy Kim Possible, what shall we do?"
"Huh?" Shego said. She'd been turning back to a display of Jedi combat arts…and oh boy was she happy that she'd never seen one of them in the flesh. The records made them look like death on two (or however many) legs and the stuff they could do. Un-nuh… the Troopers would think she was a Jedi…until she met a real one. Thank God they're weren't any on this world. Not for twenty thousand years at least. Now if she could figure where the one Jedi they'd said had been one board had vanished to…
"Conquer the world, Dr. D?" She asked.
"True, and soon Kim Possible will no longer be a factor."
"Oh, why?" Shego said, taking a swig of her coke.
"Because I told the troopers to eliminate her." Shego spewed out the coke, and started hacking and coughing. Then, finally regaining composure.
"Dr. D….tell me you didn't."
"Well, they wouldn't follow my orders, so I told them that you ordered it."
"You…" Shego was strangely calm. "You told them.
"And they sent out a team."
"A team…to warn the world about this… when before nobody had a clue."
"Um…"
"YOU IDIOT!" Shego bellowed, plasma flaring. Drakken cowered. Shego focused on calm. Calm…. She would not kill him…she would not. She would call them back. She hit several studs on the control board, until she got Alios.
"General Shego." The trooper said.
"Call back the strike team!" Shego bellowed.
"I'm sorry, general, but we can't…we sent the LAAT/I through the tunnel you and your subordinate made—they're out of communication." Alios paused, "I suggested we wait until we could send more forces…didn't he tell you?"
"Oh… I'll get back to you!" Shego cut the connection and glared at Drakken.
"Now, Shego…I'm the leader here and you're just the…"
"The 'Jedi knight' in charge of thousands of cloned soldiers?" Shego sweetly said. "Now, we're gonna have a little talk about you giving orders…"
Ten KM north of Middleton High School.
"Ready?" Carson 0039291 asked. The other 16 troopers nodded, securing weapons and armor. "Remember, men, this woman is very dangerous—possibly even a cyborg from what Drakken told us."
And I would be much happier if the general had told us this. The other fellow just didn't seem…credible.
"Coming up on the target sir!" The pilot said. Carson nodded. They'd been told that nobody else in town was a threat, which to him equaled another case of the enemies of the Republic holding its citizens hostage. He'd seen enough of that in two years of war. For that reason they weren't going to use the gunship's cannon… unless they had to.
"We'll deploy outside the building… according to intelligence, she's inside the "gym" right now. Make every shot count, men."
"Yes sir!"
To be continued: Kim Possible vs. Republic Troopers.
