Enter the Clones
Kim and Bonnie were finishing up the argument, as the rest of the students looked on, when the argument ended. That was when Ron decided to do his Maddog act to reduce the tension…but that wasn't what ended the argument.
It ended because suddenly the outside doors were blown off their hinges and over a dozen, white armored things came charging in. They were shouting in some strange language, but their intentions were clear.
Trooper A493 was charging in looking for the target when some alien thing, spittle spraying from its gaping jaws, came into view. Without waiting, he turned and opened fire with his heavy blast rifle.
Ron squalled and fell down as the heavy blaster punched clear through the wall of the gym. Students screamed.
Kim was looking in shock. None of her enemies had ever done this—not like this. But still, she had to-
"Bonnie, get everyone out!" She shouted. Bonnie was a pain, but she'd helped with Dementor and Gill.
Unfortunately, her shout drew attention to her. One of the armored figures, this one in red trim, pointed at her.
"Fire!" Carson shouted. "All guns, Fire!" Not just heavy blasters, but rapid fire blasters, an anti-armor blaster, grenade launchers and a missile launcher answered his command.
Kim gave a panicked scream, as she dodged like she never had dodged before. The students were leaving, many of them through the holes in the walls that the weapons were rapidly making, the entire gym looking like a mass of Swiss cheese. Ron was up and grabbing a base ball bat, brought it squarely down on the head of one of the goons. Normally he wouldn't—but these weren't normal bad guys. The impact left him jarred to the bone—and the goon looked like he might have felt it.
Might have.
The soldier than kicked out with a leg and neatly folded Ron around it. Breath wuffing out, the teen fell back.
"Ron!" Kim shouted, and expertly evading the blaster fire, spun down and grabbed Ron. She had to get out of here.
But where? She couldn't go into the school. The other students were their, and even under lock down, they'd be in danger—these guns were more powerful than anything she'd seen before.
Then she saw Tara—trapped under some fallen ceiling tiles and two of the goons were going after her.
"You get away from-her?" Kim shouted, and then ducked back as a bolt nearly seared her. One goon was…lifting the tile off of Tara and pointing towards the exit? The other was shooting at her…like he was trying to keep her away from Tara.
"Go Ma'am, hurry!" The trooper told the girl, obviously hysterical, as she was jabbering in some unknown language. If that…whatever she was, got tired of bouncing around and attacked, they might be in some serious trouble.
Could she be Sith? The trooper didn't know—but he did know that nobody short of the Jedi could dodge like that.
"C'mon Ron!" Kim shouted, dragging Ron with her.
"But KP, the others…"
"I don't think they're after them." Kim said, grabbing Bonnies purse as they ran out, pursued by another volley that eliminated most of the south wall and caused the roof to groan alarmingly.
"Run!" She shouted, and dropped Bonnie's purse—but she had the keys to Brick's bike. That was all she needed. Seconds later, Kim and Ron were on the bike, roaring out of the parking lot.
"Ron—do you have the Kimmunicator?" Kim asked.
"Snagged it on the way out—who were those guys?"
"I don't know, but they were a lot better than Drakken or Dementor normally have with them. Call Wade and find out." Ron called Wade and got the technogenius on the screen.
"Wade, have you heard of any strange goons in white who like to shoot at us?" Ron asked.
"No! I just heard about it on the news—nobody has any idea of who they are!"
"Great." Kim growled, as Ron relayed it.
Back at the destroyed gym, Carson was furiously ordering the gunship down. They hadn't brought any speeder bikes, so they'd use the gunship to get her. Now that she was out of the school and on the road, it should be easy to kill her without any unnecessary damage.
On the road, Ron had a sudden prickling sensation between his shoulder blades and he looked back.
And wished he hadn't. The menacing flying machine was diving right on them, and suddenly bolts of energy came from several turrets, while missile launched from two larger barrels.
"KP!" Ron screamed. Kim put the motorcycle into a turn, barely avoiding them as they lanced out to destroy a used car lot. Then she turned down another alley, driving far faster than was safe.
"Oh no…" Kim said, in horror. The alley was choked with trash…heavy trash.
"Hang on Ron!" She shouted, and tried to negotiate it.
She almost made it, until a blaster bolt shattered one of the building facades and sent hundreds of bricks raining down on them.
Darkness.
"Good shot! " Carson congratulated his gunner. "Now let's get down there and verify."
"Sir!" The sensor officer shouted, "We have multiple contacts, closing fast—low tech air breathing fliers." Carson growled. Were they friends or enemies, and what was he supposed to do. Dammit, had that blue idiot not relayed the orders of the general correctly?
"General Shego is on the communicator, sir." Carson sighed in relief.
"General." He started, "We have neutralized Kim Possible, but haven't verified her death yet. We have numerous aircraft approaching as well as…" He looked out at the flashing lights, "ground vehicles." The general looked like she was having difficulty breathing as she looked off to the right.
"Get back here." Shego ordered furiously. She couldn't believe it. If Dr. D had just waited, they could have gotten Kim Possible with no chance of escape, but if anyone did manage to shoot the gunship down, that would reveal far, far, too much.
As if that hadn't happened already.
"Break contact and get back. Don't let anyone follow you."
"At once General."
Now it's time to have a chat with Dr. D. Shego thought.
Pain. Kim felt pain in every limb. Her eyes opened, to see a hospital bed, monitors, concerned nurses…and a ghost.
Yes, A glowing, semitransparent ghost. A young man, with a scar on one side of his face. Kim suddenly was struck with how his face seemed to recall both joy and sorrow, along with a calm power.
"Hello, Kim Possible." The ghost said. "My name is Annikan Skywalker." A glowing hand briefly "touched" her brow and Kim felt some pain recede. "We have much to talk about…my young student."
To be continued
