They Say Everyone Has a Twin Chapter 16 revised, a kim possible fanfic

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

Chapter 16

The force of acceleration was not as strong as Kim was expecting, despite Jimmy's explanation to them as they flew the Trinity from its hiding place to Drakken's new lair that since the ships had artificial gravity generators they could adjust the vector and intensity of the pull to compensate for the crushing force of acceleration. Different rules applied in hyperspace but without some form of inertial damping (Murky for some strange reason had called that particular phrase "Treknobabble") sensitive electronics would be smashed beyond repair and human beings would be turned into just so much viscous jelly.

Drakken must still be thinking of the Valkyrie as a very fast aircraft. She cold still see sky from the small porthole near her hiding place. He was certainly no pilot but the ship was still set for computer assisted control. Basically all he had to do was point it where he wanted to go and the artificial intelligence would do the rest. It was almost impossible to crash the craft in that mode.

It was starting to make sense. Drakken hadn't bypassed the security! It was Shego! Somehow she had either guessed or discovered by accident that the computer would think she was Dona Argus. For all intents and purposes they were the same person, so it stood to reason they would have the same biometric parameters. It was entirely possible the women even had the same DNA, save for the changes Shego's power had caused. That also explained why the ship was locked in computer assist mode, as Dona was not a trained pilot.

If Neil had opened the hatch instead, the computer would have automatically set itself for total manual control, as his counterpart, Jimmy, was an elite combat pilot.

What was ap with Neil anyway? The plan was to have Jimmy and his friend engage whatever surprise Drakken had for them. She would engage Shego, while Ron would tie up Drakken. That was supposed to leave Neil to get into the ship and shut it down, pretending to be Jimmy. "Of Mice and Men…" She silently mouthed, thinking about 'best laid plans.' Shego surprised them all by attacking him instead. There would certainly be questions later, but that would have to wait.

She could see Drakken in the upper pilot's seat. He had been too busy trying to get the ship moving to notice her slipping in through the side hatch. At first she tried to stop him, but was slammed into the rear of the compartment when the Valkyrie lurched into the air. Gravitational Compensators were meant for more extreme speeds and thus weren't tuned to help with sudden acceleration from a standing start. Whoever designed the cabin must have had just this thing in mind, as the back was lightly padded. She picked herself up and keyed the Kimmunicator, dialing the volume way down.

Nothing. It wasn't getting a signal! That meant something about the ship she was in was interrupting it. She could raise Wade from anywhere on Earth by tapping into the network of global positioning satellites. That also meant that Wade would also not be able to track her. That left one thing.

Wresting the controls away from Drakken, even if that meant forcing the ship to crash!

There was far too much at stake otherwise.

The cavern was filled with a deafening roar as the Trinity hovered just outside. The six remaining fighters rushed up the extended ramp, followed closely by a green clad woman.

"I'm coming with you!" Shego shouted as Neil turned to face her.

"I wouldn't have it any other way he half yelled, half growled as he grabbed her arm and pulled her the rest of the way into the ship. The hatch quickly retracted and the vessel shot into the air, following in the wake of the now-disappeared Valkyrie.

Jimmy and Ron made it up the two staircases to the bridge ahead of everyone else. Jimmy slid into the main pilot's position beside Tinker, who had been flying the ship on partial computer assist. Justine Flanner was still manning the communications/scanning console just behind Tinker's seat.

"Patch us through to Wade" Ron ordered, taking a position behind Justine.

"Already up." She touched a control and the screen at his station winked to life.

"I lost telemetry on Kim's suit and her microchip a few minutes ago." Wade confessed. "I've even tried patching into the sensors on your ship. All I've got is the ion trail left by the smaller one."

"If she's on the Valkyrie, we're not going to be able to reach her. It has micro-scramblers embedded in the hull to keep enemies from putting remote control devices on her. Unless she uses the communications system she's going to be incommunicado.

"I think he's seen us." Tinker warned. "He's gaining altitude again."

"I think I've got the electronic countermeasures working." Justine said.

"Won't help." Jimmy said. "The stuff on this bird is pretty advanced but it's no match for the Valk. She's got state of the art military grade countermeasures. She'll see right through anything we can throw up here. Our only hope is to catch up to her and use a remote shut-down code."

"I thought you just said remotes don't work!" Desperation was starting to creep into Ron's voice. It was starting to sink in just how outmatched they were against the smaller ship. The Trinity was fast, but she wasn't a warship. The Valkyrie could finish her off with only her wing-tip mounted particle cannons.

"He's accelerating again, I think he's trying to break atmo." Tinker brought up a three-dimensional tactical display. The Valkyrie was represented by a red dot above an artificial horizon. It was clearly climbing toward space.

Jimmy pushed the throttles almost fully forward. Even if he had been on his own ship, the Phantasm, he didn't know if he would be able to catch the smaller, faster ship. There was a time when the Valkyrie was the fastest ship in the Starforce fleet. Much had been learned from her advanced capabilities and her speed and combat performance had been eclipsed. His yacht was a high performance ship but she didn't require as huge a power to mass ratio.

They had one chance and one chance alone. Drakken was unfamiliar with the ship. He was also no pilot. Without his right-hand woman he would have one choice – running. He also would have to rely on the computer to help him fly the craft and without either him or Murky on board, the computer would not release the full assist mode (Gary was an expert pilot himself but he wasn't programmed into the security system.)

The unknown variable was Kim Possible! Jimmy was fully against including the teens on the mission. Their experience with Drakken and his cronies aside, he was loathe to take children into a fight like this again. The age of consent in his world had been lowered to sixteen to help populate the colony worlds that made up the expanded United States, but that had backfired when the war came to be. Suddenly children who should have been finishing school and watching from afar as real adults were being drafted and sent into battle. Many had already grown into their adult bodies but just as many had not. How many hundreds of letters had Jimmy written to parents who had lost those children in the war?

He was eighteen when duty called him.

This was a different world and here Kim and Ron were both just barely seventeen. Skill or no their participation in such a deadly ordeal was an anathema to him.

What could she do inside the ship? She had no working knowledge of her systems. Could she even contact them using a secondary console without alerting Drakken to her presence? Or was she already his prisoner?

Now Drakken was flying her into space. Could they get close enough without him trying to take the ship into Hyperwarp? He had no way of knowing that doing so would trigger a spatial snap-back effect, possibly destroying the entire Earth in the process.

He grabbed the throttle and pushed it all the way against the stops, sending full power to the engines as they climbed into the stars themselves. If the evil blue man were to try going to warp to escape them, he would have to stop him by any means necessary.

The needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few, even if those few were his family and friends.

A/N Revised 2-26-06