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Chapter 4: A College Friend?
The blue-skinned Super Villain was in deep concentration. He was trying to attach another leg to his new and improved Nano-Tick. He hoped it would work, recreating it only from memory. The lab was silent as a tomb. All the henchmen knew he was working and were off training, trying to get into shape after his last tirade on fitness and personal hygiene. The only sounds were that coming from the plasma welder and the Oh Boyz song he was humming to himself.
"Drew." He thought he heard someone softly calling his old name. "That's odd," he thought, "Only Shego knows me by that name here, and she's in Chicago taking a coupla days off. Visiting an old 'friend' she said." He looked around the lab. No one was there. "Must be nerves. Maybe I need to take a few days off too!" He returned to his work.
Drew Theodore P. Lipski," The voice, louder this time. Drakken stood, looking around he said meekly, "Mother? Is that you? Who's there." Very few people knew his full, real name. Only his Mother called him that, and only when she was angry with him.
"Drew, it's good to see you. It's been a while." The deep, baritone male voice fairly boomed, echoing in the cavernous lab.
Dr. Drakken, his eyes darting, head swiveling around, cowered. "Who are you. Show yourself. Your voice sounds vaguely familiar. But from where?" His voice trailed off as the lights of the lab dimmed. Only the lamp on his workbench was illuminated. All but the workbench and a small area around was in darkness. He felt a presence behind him. He slowly turned around. A black figure emerged from the shadows. No, not emerged, it wasn't moving. It just sort of came into being. It stepped forward now, coming into shape. It was a small person, dressed head to toe in black. Black shoes, black form-fitting slacks, black shirt under a black ankle-length cape, black raccoon mask over his eyes, topped by a huge black, wide-brimmed hat. If it wasn't for his size and the black mask, Dr. D. would have mistaken him for the Phantom of the Opera. "Nice costume, off the rack?" Drakken sneered, sizing up the person and regaining his composure.
"It doe the job." The Phantom/person stated. Then his image slowly faded to nothingness. "You still don't recognize me, do you Drew? But, then again, you and the others never did pay much attention to me in college." The voice, growing in intensity, started to echo again. It sounded like it was coming from every direction. ""I'm over here, Drew."
Drakken spun around. "Who are you? Tell me!" Drakken's jaw dropped suddenly as the figure phased into clarity before his eyes.
"I call myself BLACKOUT!" His voice bounced off the lab walls for twenty seconds before fading. "Of course I didn't call myself that at the Middleton Institute of Technology. Back then I was Paul Bowman. We were in the same Quantum Mechanics class. Remember me now?"
Drakken, rubbing his chin with one hand, pondered. "Wait a minute... Quantum Mechanics... Paul... Still doesn't ring a bell."
"It doesn't surprise me," Blackout huffed, "Nobody paid much attention to me, even back then. But they will pay attention to me now! I have a plan! An EVIL plan to extort money from all the governments of the world!" Drakken sensed Blackout was going into his, "here's my plan" rant. Standard villain protocol. Dr. D. love this particular perk of villainy and let him rave. "I will block out the Sun and only let it shine on whomever pays!" Blackout bellowed, reaching his crescendo. Then, slumping forward a little meekly added, "But I need your help." He took off the hat and mask, revealing his face.
Drakken perked up, "I remember you now. That little mousy guy who always sat in the back of the room. Didn't speak much either. But if I recall, you did ace that class, quite easily."
"Yes," Blackout said quite proudly, replacing the mask and hat. "I was to graduate at the top of the Dean's List. I have mastered and improved Stealth technology." His image faded into nothing again.
"Yes, so I see, or don't see," Drakken said, intrigued. "Stealth Tech is great, but what is your plan? How can I help you?"
A diagram appeared on the workbench and unrolled, magically, seemingly by itself. It showed the Earth and Sun with a sort of umbrella between them. "I have stolen all the mylar in the world. I plan to build an enormous shield, comprised of thousands of mile-wide, computer controlled triangles that can be opened and closed to block out or let in the Sun's rays whenever and where ever I desire. I have all the components for the shield..." his voice dropped an octave, "But I have no way to get them into space. That's where I need your help," Blackout spat.
Drakken's face brightened. "You need me to get your shield up there. I am fairly good with rockets," he boasted, puffing out his chest.
"No, no no. I don't need your rockets. They barely get off the ground before they explode or crash." Blackout stated as he reappeared.
"But they only fail because of my Arch Foe, Kim Possible!" Drakken spoke the name with venom and saliva dripping from his lips.
"That might be, but I need you to make a Bortol Compliance Chip. I want to get the most brilliant mind in rocketry, Dr. James Timothy Possible. I put the chip on him and I'll have the rocket I need for my plan. You still have the schematics for the chip, don't you?"
"Why, yes I do. I was able to copy them before those twin geniuses let Shego out of under it's control. Kim and her buffoon/boyfriend never checked the lab. They just left. I snuck back in and got the plans before G.J. raided the lab." Drakken felt proud of that little plot twist. "Kimmie does slip up every once in a while," Drakken let out with a little chortle. "But you know," he continued, serious-like, "Dr. Possible is Kim's dad. She'll do anything to get him back if we kidnap him."
"I'm not afraid of Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, her tech/geek friend Wade Load, or Global Justice for that matter. With my Stealth Tech, I will be undetectable." Blackout let out with his own distinctive evil laugh. A good old fashioned "Muua Ah Ah Ah Ah!" style laugh that overflowed the room.
"That's a great evil laugh you got there." Drakken said admiringly. "But you keep saying 'I.' Don't you mean 'WE?" I want in on this wicked plot. Sounds like there's enough in it for the both of us," he said greedily, wringing his hands.
Blackout considered it a minute. "Well... I suppose I will need help building and loading the rocket with all the equipment. I was going to approach the BeeBee robots to help with that aspect of my plan. They can work in space without oxygen and food But I can't locate them."
"That's because Kim Possible pulled the plug on them." Drakken said through gritted teeth. "But," He turned and yelled, "BeeBee Mark 2s. Come here!" Five BeeBee robots with lime green bee-hive hairdos zipped into place before him. "We hear, and obey," they all chimed mechanically. Drakken turned, facing Blackout. "I've made some improvements. No more seeking 'perfection.' They answer only to me." "We hear and obey," they intoned again.
"I'm impressed!" Blackout said. "I see you're starting to learn from your mistakes. OUR plan is a go then!" Blackout started his evil laugh. Drakken added his. The secret chamber rang with maniacal laughter.
A/N: The character, Blackout, is my own new villain. If Disney would like to use him, I would only ask to be the voice. I picture and hear him as Peter Lorre-like villain.