They Say Everyone Has a Twin Chapter 11 revised, a kim possible fanfic

The Trinity Sitch – Book 1: They Say Everyone Has a Twin

Chapter 11

Drakken listened to the engines winding up. A grin started to spread across his face, splitting finally into a toothy smile.

For a guy who's got blue skin, deep scar under one eye and a hairpiece he thinks nobody notices, he sure went all out with the dental bonding Shego thought.

"Not gonna happen." Shego deadpanned behind him.

He paid her no attention. He gripped the pilot yoke, flipping the cover off the firing stud.

"It won't work." She said, propping the side of her chin on her fist.

"Be quiet Shego! Aha, Full charge to the Ion Capacitors!" a fresh malicious grin spread across his face.

She just groaned and shook her head, looking upwards at nothing in particular.

"Now watch as I unleash the power of twenty-fifth century weaponry!" He gloated, depressing the firing stud.

Nothing happened. Not a thing. The engines still roared, the charge meter on the computer screen stayed green. He touched the firing stud once more. Then again, and again. He started jabbing it over and over as if it would finally do his bidding. Finally, he started smashing the yoke with his fists.

If Shego could understand exactly what he was saying as he raved at the uncaring starship, she might have actually blushed. Well, maybe.

"Dr. D, you've done that at least ten times now and nothing is happening. You've tried it here, you've tried it in the forward cockpit. Even if it did work, the first time you tried it there you would have fired the center cannon and you would have been vaporized along with that little fighter the nose is made of."

"Move aside Shego!" He stood up and started down the short ladder she had been standing on moments before. "What kind of ninny builds a death ray with that kind of power output that doesn't work!"

"Hmmm, let me think…"

"Zip the lip, Shego. There's something we're missing here." He started pacing the interior of the ship. It was parked in an unfinished lair he had started some time before but had never occupied.

"Look at it this way, this thing has some pretty hefty stuff without the cannons!"

He wasn't listening to her. He was mumbling to himself, lost in thought. His mind may have been a mad jumble of seemingly unrelated junk, he was, at the end of the day, brilliant.

She let him be for the time being and went back to what she had been doing when he wasn't trying fruitlessly to fire the cannons. The first time he tried, the ship was still in the air and if it hadn't been for a secondary pilot's station below the upper one he would have crashed them into the mountain. The second try was right after they landed, with the ship facing the inside of the man-made cavern. The beams may have been powerful enough to blow that whole side of the cave to smithereens, but it would have brought the roof down on them. She was not about to test just how tough the armored skin of the fighting ship really was.

So, she set about learning what the computer could tell her. Despite the fact the little ship kept calling her Dona on the view screen (the fact the ship spelled the name with one N vexed her slightly) it was quite helpful to her. The files had not only volumes of information, it had whole LIBRARIES of it! She was the one that finally figured out the ship had been built, not recently, but in the twenty-fifth century. She also did a bit of research on who the craft belonged to. This "Dona" was the wife of the owner, the 'James Neil Argus' who had formerly been their prisoner. "Blondie" was named Gary Garrett (pretty, pretty guy but boy, such a bland name!) The really tall guy was named Millard Bedarest, though she really wasn't able to bring up much about him save his name. In all, she finally deduced that the four she had seen were somehow ex-military. What would former officers be doing with such a sophisticated piece of military hardware? She pondered that question while she perused some entertainment recordings in the computer's memory.

Dona sat across from Mrs. Dr. Possible in the breakfast nook. Ann could see the concern in the other woman's face and somehow, despite her body being seemingly frozen in its prime, she was showing her years.

"He won't do it." She finally answered.

"Pretty soon we won't have a choice. He's not getting better. If his skull is fractured it could be putting pressure on his brain. I know he's been injured before in battles I can't even begin to comprehend, but from what you've told me he's always had a bit of his power protecting him. Cut off from it here, he's no more than any other ordinary man. He needs to be in a hospital."

"I know that, and I think he knows that, but he feels responsible for letting our ship fall into that guy's hands. At least he's finally getting some rest." After much convincing Jimmy had allowed Ann to give him a sedative and was snoring fitfully in the guest room, which had finally been cleaned out and made up.

In the other room, Murky had taken the lead trying to organize the joint Starforce/Team Possible strike force they were putting together.

"So, we've got a sum total of two laser pistols…we can't use." He looked over his sunglasses at Kim, who closed her eyes and nodded resolutely. "We've got two fully charged Gli-Packs in addition to you two kid's rocket packs. One Crazyhopper, with the weapon turret sitting nice and pretty in the storage locker of the Valk, along with three full sets of flex armor. We've got Jimmy's master control link," he indicated the absent man's flight gauntlet, it's wrist mounted computer screen up and activated, right beside the Kimmunicator. Tinker was on the former and Wade on the latter. Tinker was still over at the Space Center working on the more esoteric concerns of their predicament.

"We still don't have a good way to track the Valkyrie. Whatever they did, they were smart enough to keep the countermeasures active. So far nothing I've tried has been able to get a good lock on the ship. But that's not the worst of it." He motioned to his side and his face was replaced with the slender visage of Justine Flanner.

"We've isolated how the five of you ended up in this universe in the first place, and I'm afraid it's my fault."

Kim jumped a little but had an inkling what her former lab partner might be getting at.

"A while back Kim and I were assigned as partners in a science project. The end result was a device that could rip a hole open in the space-time continuum. The experiment was successful, and even had positive applications…"

"We used it to suck one of Drakken and DNAmy's Dino-creatures into another dimension…twice." Kim provided. She didn't add that Mr. Barkin had activated the device, freeing the creature from the pocket dimension it was trapped in.

"Okay, well, that's about it, but what I didn't realize at the time, there was a residual energy signature left by the portal after it closed. I didn't detect it at first because it was stationary."

"If it was stationary, then why couldn't you see it?" Ron asked.

"Because it was stationary, we weren't. Earth is spinning on it's axis, while also orbiting around the sun. The sun in turn is orbiting the center of gravity of the Milky Way, which is in turn moving itself. So, the echo stayed in one place while we moved away from it at quite a substantial rate. I won't bother you with the speed you're actually moving at this very moment.

"Part of what Tinker and I have been calculating was your flight path. We fed the coordinates of the colony you were traveling from…"

"I wouldn't exactly call a planet with fourteen billion people on it a colony." Murky interjected.

"…and extrapolated where the dimensional rift echo would be in relation to it, adjusting for the time-flow discrepancy between our two universes, and accounting for your travel through hyperspace."

"I had to bring her up to speed on the last few hundred years of Hyperwarp mechanics." They heard Tinker say in the background.

She continued "You flew right through the center of the disturbance. It reacted with your chronal damping system, causing the window to open in hyperspace, causing you, for lack of a better way of saying it, to jump the tracks, as it were."

Tinker took his place on the screen again. "So, we did some number crunching and came up with a way to get back to our own universe. It's simple, in fact, it's stupid simple. We just have to jump back into Hyperwarp. The residual signature in the chronal dampers will assert itself and we'll 'rerail' ourselves into our own universe."

"So all we have to do is get the Valkyrie back and we head home?" Murky asked.

"Yes…but there's a catch. We've got to be at least five planetary diameters from Earth before we do. We've run the simulation on these computers three times and I get the same result every single time. When we jump into Hyperwarp there is going to be a major snapback effect."

Murky was familiar with the phenomenon. Long, long ago Jimmy had been piloting their original Phantasm and made what looked like a suicide run at an enemy battleship. Instead of hitting the ship, he jumped into Hyperwarp with only a few hundred meters to spare. They jumped safely into hyperspace but the portal their ship opened up tried to pull the larger ship in with them, well, only partially. Without a hyperspace bubble to protect it, the ship immediately pulled back into normal space, the distortions 'snapping back'. The result was a ship that was stretched almost to infinity then pulling back instantly upon itself. Needless to say, the ship didn't fare well. Neither did the fusion reactor that powered it. Nothing was left of it but a cloud of phosphorescent dust.

"So you're saying, if we went to warp just clear of the atmosphere like we normally do?" He asked.

"The Snap Back effect will destroy this entire planet."

Drakken didn't know it yet, but he had a doomsday device far more potent than any Ion Cannon.

A/N Revised 2-25-06