"I still can't believe that my Kimmie-cub managed to get us invited to New Borlea." Kim's father seemed giddy as a toddler in a candy shop about this trip. Curious, considering that they were going somewhere the rest of the family hadn't even heard of before yesterday.

Kim and Ron had been returned home by the same Harrier and pilot that had taken them to Manhattan Central. Once home, they decided it would be easiest to convince parents all around if they both ganged up on them all at once. After they had announced that they had been invited to the feast at the island base to further discuss their new mission, it had been harder keep Dr. Possible from dragging them to the airport that night than to convince the Stoppables to join them. Surprisingly, Jim and Tim had an almost identical reaction to their father's and absolutely refused to be left behind, even promising on their own to not get into trouble.

"Dad, I still don't get why you're so eager about this," Kim said, stretching in the seat across the aisle from her parents. The Possibles and Stoppables had boarded a private jet bound for New Borlea ten hours ago. Wade and his family weren't with them because it turned out that Wade currently lived nowhere near Middleton and Masau had sent a separate jet for him. The inside of the jet Kim was in held twenty-four people comfortably. Just before takeoff, Ron, who was currently snoring lightly beside Kim, had been busy pointing out just how comfortable it actually was.

"Kimmie-cub, do you have any idea how big of a mystery Dragon Research is to scientists? For years now, they've managed to start production on new technologies as soon as research becomes reality."

"So, what's wrong with that?"

"Well, nothings wrong with it, exactly. It's just close to impossible. They have working schematics for assembly lines within a day of something being patented. It's like they've already come up with it and just haven't told anyone. No one outside the company knows how they do it. And, as you know, the corporate headquarters for Dragon Research is on New Borlea, itself, though very few people know that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, officially, they don't have a single location for their headquarters. They say that each continent has it's own, but I recently discovered that that was just something they said to keep the island out of public knowledge."

"How'd you manage to find that out?"

Dr. Possible's voice held a pleasant smirk as he replied, "You aren't the only person in this family with hacker-geniuses for friends."

Kim tried to hide a grin as her eyes rolled automatically at her father's tone. Stifling a yawn, she turned and leaned over Ron to look out the window. Her jaw dropped. "Is that it?"

A flight attendant passed by in time to hear her question. "Yes, ma'am. That is the island of New Borlea. Could you help me wake everyone up? We will be arriving at Dawn's Landing shortly."

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Ron groaned in protest. He didn't want to wake up yet. His dream had been too nice: something about rescuing a beautiful redhead from an army of possessed nacos while armed with nothing more than silverware…

But the soft lips on his were too persistent. He opened his eyes to find himself looking into two emerald treasures.

"Rise and shine, handsome. We're here."

"You know, KP, I could really get used to waking up like this."

Kim laughed and nudged him towards the window. "Take a look outside."

Ron complied and had a similar reaction to what Kim had a few moments ago. "Is that…?" Down below was a large kidney shaped island. Instead of a coastline, the waves crashed against cliffs some thirty feet above the water. There were only two hills on the island, one on the east side, and one in the center of the cove-shaped indent that rose sharply to look more like a lookout point than a hill. Small skyscrapers jutted up from the south side of the main hill, not quite hiding the sprawling castle that rested at the peak. Towards the north, just peeking above the tops of the buildings were what appeared to be housing developments. Because of the island's slope, not to mention the buildings that made the island resemble New York rather than a military base, the far west side was hidden from view. In the water below the lookout hill, small boats were docked in the cove that sheltered them from the more violent waves.

"Yeah," Kim said, the awe in her voice matching Ron's. "That's it." She turned around to find the flight attendant waking up her brothers. "Excuse me, but how big is the island? Its kind of hard to tell from here, but it looks like maybe… ten miles long?"

The flight attendant smiled in a way that said she'd heard that before. "Actually, from point to point, its about one hundred miles long, and fifty miles wide. We're still a few miles from starting our approach." Her task of waking the passengers complete, she turned and made her way into the cockpit.

A hundred miles? Kim thought to herself. But that would mean… those weren't boats down in the water, they were oil tanker sized cargo ships! How big then must the castle and buildings be? Kim looked out the window again to find that they were almost parallel to the large island, but still several miles south. Confused, she turned to her father, who was buckling his seatbelt.

"What's going on? Isn't that where we're supposed to go?"

Her father laughed. "No, Kimmie-cub, Ms. Heart explained it to us while you and Ron were asleep. There is no direct plane traffic into or out of New Borlea itself. There's a smaller island about twenty miles south that is solely used as an airport and naval yard. We'll land there, get transferred to a helicopter, and be taken over to the High Castle itself. So we should be there in about half an hour."

"You mean all traffic gets onto the island by helicopter?" Ron interrupted. "Must put quite a damper on tourism."

"Well, remember, Ron, this isn't a tourist island. It's a military base. Dawn's Landing is designed as an extra security precaution for visitors. The more important guests are shuttled in by helicopter, and the rest can take a boat and dock at the Silver Cave Port. You wouldn't believe how many of the buildings over there have helipads on top of them."

A voice from the intercom system broke into their conversation. "Attention ladies and gentlemen, we are on approach to Dawn's Landing, where you will be transferred to your helicopter for your flight directly to the High Castle. Please return your seats and tray tables to their full upright and locked positions so that we may begin landing procedures."

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After an uneventful landing, the senior flight attendant, Ms. Heart, met them all at the bottom of the landing ramp. "And now, if you will follow me, I'll take you directly to Transfer One. Young Lord BlackDragon has already cleared you all for flight, so there will be no need for a customs check." She turned with an arched eyebrow towards Jim and Tim. "Though he did say to ask you two specifically to not tamper with anything in the helicopter."

"If she thinks that'll stop 'em, she's got a lot to learn about twins," Ron whispered to Kim, who nodded sadly.

Ron's fears proved fruitless, much to everyone's pleasant surprise, as they completed the trip without any systems' failure. Though the flight was uneventful, it did provide quite a few awe-inspiring sights, such as the massive cave worn into the cliff that appeared to be the islands main port and the approach to the High Castle.

The High Castle was indeed larger than what Kim first thought. It was roughly in the shape of a square, with a massive courtyard just inside the main gate. It had surprisingly few turrets, seeming to have been built for practicality rather than beauty. Its front walls looked wide enough to hold several rooms across it, and each had a tower at the corner. The wings leading from the towers towards the two larger towers in the rear of the castle looked just as wide. The rear towers were slightly higher than the halls joining them to the keep, the highest point of the castle. Turrets had been placed on the two rear towers only, as the builders had obviously only considered an attack from the sea. The helipad at which they were to land on was located on the southern turreted tower, which was easily large enough to hold ten helipads.

Standing on the roof, apparently waiting for them to land, were four people. Two of them stood at the door that could only be the stairwell into the castle and had high-powered rifles slung over their backs. Masau stood just beyond the helipad, looking identical to when Kim and Ron last saw him, the smile on his face making him look even younger. Beside him was a woman in her early twenties with long black hair and a flowing white gown that flapped in the wind from the helicopter blades. Looking at their direct contrast in hair and clothing color made Kim think of salt and pepper. After the guests disembarked with the help of their hosts, the helicopter began shutting down while Masau began making introductions.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to the island of New Borlea. Here we are in the same time zone as New Zealand, so it is nearly three o'clock in the afternoon. The feast does not begin until six this evening, so you should have plenty of time to refresh yourselves beforehand. You will be shown to your quarters momentarily, but first I would like to introduce this lovely young lady…" Here the Young Lord was interrupted by said lovely young lady, who squealed and ran up to the pilot that had just dropped to the ground.

"… Zoe Ikkitousen." Masau finished, shaking his head resignedly. "She and Young Lord T.C. were married a few days ago and leave for their official honeymoon tomorrow."

"You know," Ron said to Kim, "I would have thought from the way they're dressed that she was with Masau."

Despite his low voice, Masau heard his comment and replied, "That's understandable. She is with me, in a way. She's my daughter."

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AN – well, there's New Borlea. Next chapter will be mostly about the feast, and a few old acquaintances should be there. And if anyone thinks that Masau and his world are over-shadowing the KP world, that will shortly return to an appropriate ½ and ½; besides, I gotta give Masau a complete background before I put him into a storyline, right?

darkbusterrancher – I know what you mean. I nearly cried in that episode where Kim had drivers ed. I mean, I know she's supposed to be the golden girl, but what teen that obviously wants to drive would say stuff like that. And who the hell goes through that much thinking and naming about how to turn a car around in a tunnel? Anyway, if you don't like how kid-oriented the show itself is, but like the basic idea behind it, you should like this. Ron gets training, Team Possible will get actual weapons, and things go boom with people inside them.