A.N. And the long awaited chapter is here! With all the answers!

Oh…and an old friend too!

Enjoy!

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Chapter10- The Chosen One?

Ron and Kim embarked on a cargo ship as soon as the helicopter landed near the port. They sat on the deck of the ship on top of some crates.

"Ron," Kim said, "What was it that you said to Quarrel that left him in shock?"

"Why do you ask?" came Ron's reply.

"No reason," she smiled, but then her smile transformed to a serious demand, "I need to know what happened that night! Whatever it was it must've been important!"

"Oh," Ron had an evil smirk on his face, "sounds like someone is anxious for some juicy answers to the big mystery!"

She grabbed his collar and her gritted teeth spelled danger for Ron.

"How would you like me to wipe that smirk off your face?" Kim threatened.

"Ok, ok!" Ron cried, "geez, Kim, sometimes you can be so bossy!"

"I'm not bossy!" she shouted, "I'm just…well…I fought just as hard as you did that night and I have all the right to know!"

"Can't handle being left out on something can you, Kim." Ron's sarcasm came with a dark glare from Kim that would forever haunt Ron.

"Don't…I'll tell, I'll tell!" he frantically reassured.

Kim only smirked back.

Ned was wiping the top of his counter and humming a happy tune.

"Yes, Hello sir," he greeted, "How may I be of service?"

A bearded man with a hood stood in a humble stance, his robes were dirty and his right sleeve seemed to be covered in vomit.

"I'm in urgent need for directions to a nearby space port," he replied, "I require a transport to Corouscant."

"A transport?" Ned repeated, "May I suggest a taxi?"

"A taxi would not be sufficient my young skinny friend," he quickly answered, "Are you not familiar with Corouscant?"

"No, sorry sir," Ned rubbed his chin, "Is it some kind of zit cream?"

"Zit cream?" the puzzled man reiterated, "No! It's the capital planet of the galaxy!"

"Oh!" Ned stepped away slowly, "yes, I see now, okay, don't worry, I'll call a couple of friends I know, they'll take care of you!"

"Thank you, my spotted friend," he smiled, "Oh and I would appreciate it if you could provide me with some sanitation, as you can see, a child felt the need to vomit on my robes"

"Oh, no problem, I'm sure it had nothing to do with any alcoholic beverages!" Ned reached out for an empty cup, "Would you like a refreshment while you wait?"

"Please, you wouldn't happen to offer Jawa juice, would you?"

"No, only soda!" Ned poured it and placed it on the counter.

The shabby man studied the cup and picked at the straw.

"You suck the drink from the straw, oh honored space man!"

"I see," the man eyed Ned, "Thank you"

He did as he was told and Ned walked to the back of the counter.

"Mmm" the man nodded his head, "Jawa juice!"

Purt's eyes rolled back as he fell to an eternal sleep in the cabin bed.

Both Quarrel and Venture sadly watched as he spoke his last words.

"What do you say, doctor?" Asked Venture as Quarrel placed his notepad in his pocket.

"Everything he said fits exactly to Ron's description" Quarrel answered deep in thought.

"I think you owe a couple of people an apology!" he scorned.

Quarrel walked towards the door giving Venture an irritated look.

Suddenly Quarrel stopped at the door and his head sank low.

"What is it, Quarrel?" asked Venture.

"Doctor," Quarrel said with a concerned tone, which caught Venture by surprise.

"I've been meaning to speak to you about something."

"Yes, go ahead," Venture walked towards the sofa in the other room and Quarrel joined him.

They both sat and Quarrel took in a deep breath.

"Its about your wife, Veronica" he gave off a sigh, "What I'm about to tell you could completely change your view on that night and on Veronica."

Venture nodded his head.

"All these stories I've heard, about your wife, Ron and Kim in the cave…they all seem to connect and point to this one recurring theme."

Quarrel pulled out his notepad and began to flick through all the pages.

"Let me brief you up on what I've found out so far," he stopped at one page.

"On the night of the attack on your lab, after Kim and Ron got you out and went back for your wife, they walked in on Wily, your friend, who was directing a pistol right at Veronica,"

Venture nodded.

"Yes, but I was the intended target…so why would Wily go after my wife?"

"I'm coming to that," Quarrel answered, "He fired several shots towards them until Veronica knocked him over and he dropped his gun"

Quarrel flipped the page and Venture began to think.

"Wily ran out the room and Kim gave chase. When Kim stopped him at the exit, he pulled out a button that would detonate the explosives in the room, Kim couldn't stop him in time and the room exploded."

Venture sighed.

"Now, Kim explained that she beat him before she went to search for survivors, so I would imagine by this time Kim thought everyone in the room would be dead."

"Ron survived…Surely he knows what went on in the room"

"I'm coming to that…Kim then went back and found Ron carrying Veronica on his back. Relieved to see her friend alive, she took him to the side and began nursing his wounds, that is why she couldn't hear Veronica's last words, neither did Ron"

"So what went on with Ron in the room?" Venture impatiently asked.

Quarrel sighed.

"After Kim and Wily left the room, Ron found an interesting looking tablet on top of a table, he then heard a voice coming from behind him…"

Venture's mind blurred and he saw images of the night in his head…

"Drop it!" Veronica's voice came from behind.

The tablet slipped out of his hand and fell on his foot.

"Ow!" Ron screamed, "What? What are you doing?"

"Step away from the tablet!" Veronica held Wily's pistol in her hand and directed it towards Ron.

"You got it all wrong…Venture called on us for help, we're here to rescue you,"

"Wrong! I called for your help…" she shouted.

"Then why are you doing this?"

"Don't you see? I already expected Wily and his gang to come and take the tablet from me…so I called on you to keep them away while I make my escape!" she smirked.

"So we're only pawns in your little game? Is that it?" Ron was playing the smart detective.

"Exactly! You're smarter than you look, Stoppable, but you know too much"

"No…I don't know enough just yet" he pointed his finger up in the air.

"What?"

"Well, you're going to kill me anyway, don't I deserve to know what my killer was planning all along?" Ron began to sweat as he conjured a plan.

"Fine…what do you want to know?" she stepped back.

"What is the deal with the slab?" Ron pointed at the item on the table.

"You mean the tablet," she corrected.

"Whatever!"

"It holds a prophecy…a prophecy that a human from this planet will be chosen to wield the great mystical energy that will give the wielder the ability to rule the world!" She gave off a hysterical laugh and hugged the tablet tightly.

"So typical…you sound like Monkey Fist!" Ron scorned.

"Enough! I want to be that chosen one and I cannot allow Wily and his group of believers to get their hands on it"

"Why don't you just join his group?" Ron asked trying to buy some time.

"Because I found it! I deserve the power for myself!" She greedily rubbed the tablet, "They believe that if one of them were chosen, once they come, the chosen one would help the members of the group live a better life"

"Who's they?"

"Why it's the…" she glared at Ron, "You're trying to waste my time!" She pointed the pistol at Ron, "Sorry…but this conversation is over!"

Suddenly the room erupted in a powerful explosion.

Venture opened his eyes and tears began to fall.

"Ron then found Veronica under a pile of rubble…she desperately tried to reach the tablet rather than Ron's arm, when the ceiling collapsed on her Ron dug her out and escaped"

Venture wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I don't believe it," he whispered, "I can't"

Quarrel closed his notebook.

"That's all the information I've gathered about that night up till now." He explained

"And they all seem to connect to the cave…or at least the civilization in the cave" Venture tried to sound casual, but he was hurt by this new light that has been shed about his wife.

"Indeed" Quarrel nodded.

"So you're trying to tell me that you know about this all along" Kim shouted over the phone in her room, "And you never told me?"

"You never asked!" Ron shouted back.

"Whatever!" Kim sighed.

"Hold on…I got a message from Wade"

She walked over to her computer and clicked the mouse button on the tab menu.

"Hey, Wade, What's the sith? I mean Sitch?"

Wade appeared on the screen with the most confused look on his face.

"Too much time in the ice?" Wade laughed.

"Frost bite," Kim plainly answered, "Drakken?"

"No…Ned,"

"Ned?" Kim repeated.

"He's reporting a possible threat in Bueno Nacho…He says that he possible broke out of a mental asylum or he's just a drunk guy"

Kim sighed and got out of her chair.

"What do you say Ron?"

"Let's go!" Ron cheered, "Besides I haven't eaten anything yet…been waiting for my tongue to defrost."

Kim closed the phone and walked back over to the computer.

"Get us a ride, Wade?"

"Sure!"

"One more thing…why couldn't he just call the police?" Kim asked

"He said he couldn't be bothered to fill in reports and go for questioning…Plus he was hoping Ron would come over…says its not too long before BN schedules a promotion!"

Kim's laugh was the last image Wade caught before the screen went blank.

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A.N. It was tough for me to decide how Dan returns, but I think this pretty much hits the spot!

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