Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set twenty three years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.
Bopper saw the first plane fly over her army of Keegos. It was dropping some sort of powder. She launched a missile and keyed the radio. "I think they found the recipe, Doc."
"Already?" Drakken replied.
"Our girls are getting salted. I'm lending air support."
"Stop them!"
"I'm totally on it."
Cann had to stop salting to evade the missile. "Base, Enemy aircraft is firing. Breaking off deployment. Are those Jordans here yet?" He wished he could climb into one.
"That's an affirmative," said a new voice. "This is Jordan leader. We've got your bandit on screen."
Bopper managed to evade the first GJ missile, but became concerned when two more came her way. "Hey, I'm flying here, people!"
She evaded one more, but the last clipped an engine. "Bogus!"
She keyed the radio, "Drak, I'm hit. I gotta set down! Keego three, I'm crash-landing near your position. Join me there."
Keego 329 walked along with her sisters. She went to meet the failing hovercraft along with the rest of her division, led by number three. She was beginning to get rather bored and hoped to find something worth blasting soon.
She heard Bopper over her earpiece in a panicked voice.
"Clear the trees, clear!"
329 and several of her sisters mowed down the problematic vegetation with a number of well-coordinated blasts.
Bopper's hovercraft fell hard, but stayed in one piece. After a moment, Bopper hopped out. Her pink poodle skirt looked rather singed, but her orange leather top was untouched.
"Sorry I'm late, girls." Bopper took out a set of music discs and fingered them like a juggler, "Let's move out."
Kim called out, "What's with the ground troops?"
Dora listened on her headset before answering, "Major DeMetj says they're in positon." She touched a keyboard and Kim's screen showed a new set of blue dots. "There, Ma'am."
Kim watched as the green dots on the screen, indicating the Keegos, advanced toward the blue dots and her position. "Ron, get the red case."
"Sure thing, KP."
"Over here, kids," Kim called as Ron returned.
Anne and Don stepped next to her.
The twins quietly gasped as their father opened the case, revealing four sidearms, identical to those the field agents around them were carrying.
Kim picked up one of the energy pistols. "We haven't much time to show you kids how to handle these properly..."
Anne smiled as she reached for hers, "It's fine, Mom."
Don picked another up and comfortably held it, "Flo gave us a crash course last month with these."
Kim was startled, "She did?"
"Don scored better with targets than me," said Anne. "But we only practiced for about an hour."
Kim whispered to Ron as he closed the case, "I don't know whether to thank her for preparing them or reprimand her for breaking regulations."
Ron smiled back, "I say give her a raise - Assuming she comes back."
Kim's face was torn between smile and frown at Ron's suggestion.
Major Will DeMetj surveyed the enemy troops through his binoculars as they approached. "Begin firing."
The division opened fire a moment later.
In response, the Keegos began leaping and tumbling about to avoid the weapons fire, pausing only to fire green bolts back.
Only a few of the clones were fatally wounded. These few casualties were obvious to all since the corpse would melt immediately.
Quickly, despite army resistance, the Keegos overan the line damaging several tanks in the process.
Major DeMetj did not look forward to reporting this to his superiors. This was partly due to his failure, but mostly because he knew they'd make that pun on his name again.
"Here they come, Mom!" Don sounded off when a flash of green hair appeared in the trees.
Kim hoped her stomach could handle a closer look at these 'Keegos'. "Everybody steady. Are we ready for a pull out?"
"Two transports primed and ready here, Director," said Dora.
"Where's that salt drop?" Kim yelled.
"Right here, Kim," Flo sounded over the radio as the tent and the area surrounding it were pelted by rock salt.
Kim shouted, "Water!"
Hoses came to life and artifical rain poured down.
"Gross!" the twins said in unison.
Kim had forgotten how disgusting a sight it was when Drakken's clones melted.
Overshadowing the twin's yell was a shreik of frustration from outside.
Briaun: Full armor.
A flurry of music discs tore through one wall of the tent. People ducked and scurried as equipment was cut down, much of it then shorting out from the damage. Kim stood firm, knowing the armor would protect her.
Bopper stepped through the hole in the tent. "It's the tin woman again. Only a heartless person would kill my girls with so much prejudice."
Briaun: external speaker. "You tried the same," Kim's voice was hard. "It's not my fault they were so fragile."
Kim raised her right arm. Briaun: Repulsor beam full. A blue beam shot out of Kim's hand and struck the punk girl.
The beam refracted off some sort of force field, but Bopper was knocked back out of the tent into the puddle of slime that had once been her army.
The Stoppables and several agents ran out of the tent as Bopper stood up.
"Thank you everyone," Kim announced as she walked out after Bopper. "But she is mine!"
Bopper juggled more discs in her fingers and smiled. "Let's rock!"
Kim took a fighting stance.
Bopper wasted no time before throwing a razor sharp disc. "Like the Dead Kennedies?"
Kim blocked the missile with a sweep of her armored wrist.
"You prefer Trent Reznor, maybe?" Bopper flung another disc, "Borrow a few of mine!"
Kim blockedthem just as easily. She raised both her arms. Briaun: Dual repulsor beams full.
The twin beams struck Bopper together and knocked her back into the trees, screaming.
Briaun: All systems off. Kim addressed the crowd as her armor receded, "Someone get that, please. I hate littering up the wilderness."
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