Disclaimer: I don't own K.P. and Co. Neither does Twila Starla. At least that's what she tells me. Twila also came up with the names for the Meldorian artifacts. I own Kimala, Twila owns Scarlet.

Well, it's been a while, but I was extremely busy. I'm sorry about keeping you all waiting.

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"Um, Kim, we don't know where Scarlet is though," Ron pointed out forlornly.

Kim slumped back down into the couch and gave off an exaggerated sigh. Ron bolted back up from the couch.

"If there's anybody that would know where Scarlet might be, it would be an expert of Meldorian items. And who would be practically an expert on Meldorian items?" A satisfied grin was playing across Ron's face, pleased with himself.

"Scarlet?" guessed Wade, not sure where Ron was going with this.

"Well, yeah, but what about your mom, Kim? If anyone knows anything about Meldoria on Earth, it would be her, besides Scarlet. Scarlet may still be around Go City if there's an item there anyways. Plus the Zinrin Stone is broken," Ron was on a roll as far as Kim was concerned.

"Wade, can you bring up the Go City's museum collection?" There were a few moments of typing, then Wade gave Ron a thumbs up and turned the screen to face Kim and Ron. Ron flipped through a few screenshots of various artifacts, then stopped on one. "There. What's the name of this one?"

On the screen was a picture of a long, blue scepter, with a large, brilliant emerald adorning the top. Words in an unknown language were scribbled across the bottom of the scepter. Inside the emerald, sparks danced around like turquoise flames. The scepter appeared to be made of wood, with metal holding the emerald in place.

"Gaudy much? Figures Scarlet would go after it," Kim murmured. Wade pulled up a file about the scepter, one that was very lengthy and complete with several pictures of the scepter from all points of view.

"The Triptor Conro is a highly valuable artifact of international interest. Attempts to determine its origin have failed, though it is believed to have been developed by a race with a mythical land similar to Atlantis. As of the present, chances of deciphering the lettering on the Triptor Conro are slim, as the language is one that is unknown. The legend behind the Triptor Conro is that it has mystical properties. Only one is known to be in existence, making the Triptor Conro highly valuable, nearly priceless," Ron read, stopping after the first paragraph. "I think we get the basic jest."

"Mom," called Kim," what does Triptor Conro mean?" Mrs. Dr. Possible entered the room, carrying a heavy hamper of dirty laundry. She set the laundry down on the floor, and looked over Ron's shoulder.

"Triptor Conro means the Repairing Scepter. It's a very rare Meldorian item, with only one in existence and capable of repairing any physical damage to any Meldorian artifact, as well as restoring the mystical properties. It could be used to restore the Zinrin Stone, which translates into Existence Stone because it gives the user a physical body. For instance, Ki-," Mrs. Dr. P. cut off as she noticed her daughter's glare at the mention of Kimala, "-m, Scarlet could use Triptor Conro to restore the Zinrin Stone. Is that all?"

"Thanks Mom," replied Kim. Mrs. Dr. P. nodded and resumed carrying the laundry to the utility room. "I think we all know what that means."

"Yeah. This doesn't bode well," Wade answered, shutting his laptop and storing it in his computer bag. "What's our next move?"

"I think we should do like Ron suggested, and look around Go City for Scarlet. But it's really a game of chance, what we're doing here. We don't know if she's still around, or if she moved on to another item. Then there's Kimala," stated Kim wistfully, looking out the window. "Let's suit up, Ron."

"I'll go get my things from my house," responded Ron, standing up and stretching, then heading towards the door. Wade motioned to follow when there was a knock at the door. He froze, his shyness overcoming him, as Ron opened the door. "Yori!"

Their ninja friend was not in good condition. She promptly lost consciousness as soon as Ron opened the door. He caught her, and with Kim, hoisted her to the couch. There were numerous cuts on Yori's arms, and her suit was torn in more than a dozen places. Her pulse and breathing were rapid, Mrs. Dr. P. noted as she examined the girl, and she had a high fever. Some of Yori's injuries were infected already and festering.

"Kim, get me a wet washcloth, two blankets, a bottle of peroxide, and a bottle of iodine. Hurry," Mrs. Dr. P. ordered. "And a thermometer!"

Kim dashed off. She was back within minutes, her arms laden with what her mother had requested. The wet washcloth went on Yori's head, the thermometer in her mouth. Peroxide was poured on some of the wounds, while iodine was applied to some of the more serious. Then the blankets went over Yori. She regained consciousness just one time; long enough for Kim and Ron to ask her one question, and get an answer.

"Yori, what happened?" they asked, worried.

"There has been an attack on the school. Kimala, she has a body and destroyed the school. Silver blur," Yori replied, slipping unconscious.

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