Kim Potential…
Summary: A desperate Dr. Drakken has sensibly reviewed his Files of Past Plots to find the most effective weapon yet used on KP and improve it with unexpected results. Ron and company find they have a new partner.
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Part L…
"Kim!...What are you doing?!..."Ron cried, as the copter took a steep dive toward the water…The host of drones and Drakken droid-manned aircraft in hot pursuit…
"What are you worried about?...Drakken's my boss, right?...He and his pals won't wanna hurt me…" Potential noted, watching the approaching waves…Steady…
God, vertigo…I get vertigo…What a time to find out…
Things I do to dishonestly impress my guy with my honesty…
Squeal from Rufus, head poking from Ron's shirt pocket…
Don't look, don't look…Steady…Altimeter dropping rapidly…
"Ron, will you please take care of Rufus…" brittle tone… "This is no time for me to be sick!..." she kept eyes on the waves…
"Ruf!...Head down!...Kim?!..."
"Kimberly?!..." Drakken, echoing as he watched from 120 feet below…Shego, Barclay, Sally, Walter, and about a dozen henchthugs watching in equal horror on the lair's main screen…
"Kimberly!...Pull up!..." Shego cried at the screen…
And… "Hang on!..." Potential frowned at Ron…While shoving the control stick to up, suddenly…
Damn it, Ronald?...Seat belt?...
I shouldn't have to tell you, after all the driver's ed films Barker's made us see…
The copter rose with a sickening lunge…About half the drones crashing into the waves…Half the remainder into each other and several of the droid-piloted aircraft…Though about a third of the force managed to pull up in confusion…
God, I hope none of the guys were flying those things…Potential thought…But Dad wouldn't risk the family for this…
"My…" Avairius gulped, staring at screen…
"Impressive…" Lindendon, nodding benevolently…
"Uh-oh…" Potential struggled with the stick… "I think something still managed to hit us!…Ron, get ready to abandon ship!..." The copter shuddering, veering…Barely dodging two drone-fired missiles…
"Ron?!..." she glanced down…
"Ron!..." cry…At sight of Ron thrown from his seat against the back of the cabin, unconscious…
"Barclay?!..." Shego, terrified… "Make them back off, she needs more time!..."
"They're running independently, ma'am…The droids are controlling things there…But they won't target Kimmy, just to damage her craft…"
"Oh, that's bright!..." she fumed… "Can't you self-destruct them?"
"Ma'am?...I don't have…"
"Shego?!..." Drakken's voice… "It's all right…I programmed them very carefully…"
"Drew!...You've made your point, blow them up now, they're gonna hurt her!..."
"We have to convince Lindendon and Dementor we're not all that attached to Kimberly, Shego…That she's just a tool…"
Anybody else see the irony here?…Walter hissed to one of the other henchthugs watching who frowned at him…
Not the time, wise guy…Our little girl's in danger…
"I don't care…OH!..." As a missile struck the copter's main rotor…Shego blanching…The copter spinning…
"There she is, look, Shego!..." Drakken's voice as Potential in battle suit flew out the passenger door, cradling Ron…
The copter spiraling into the waves below…Explosion…Potential flying off…
"Remarkable…" Lindendon, appreciative nod to screen… "Ms. Shego, I'm truly impressed…"
And while Cyrus will be pleased if we get another crack at examining that battle suit, I'm beginning to wish we were in reality a lot farther away than another cabin on this boat…Avairius sighed…
"Well, Miss…" Lindendon, thoughtfully eyeing screen on which Potential was flying toward the advancing UN forces, the unconscious Ron secure in her grip… "Certainly the young lady is still as capable as her original's reputation suggests…"
"The doc was determined to retain her fighting skills…" 'Shego'/535 nodded… "Of course you understand we want to maintain her cover for now…Perhaps we can arrange an interview later with her if you like…"
"I would like that very much…" beam… "And even more to meet our new ally and see his remarkable system…Would the doctor be willing to accompany us back to our base?...You can provide him with tracking coordinates…Though we are well-shielded it might be wise to leave the area before our craft is spotted…"
By a gigantic UN task force bearing down, yeah…Especially since we're actually right here…Avairius thought…
"I'd prefer not to be sunk or have to swim home, sure…" smile… "As for the doc, well…" pause…Smile…
"We understand…And just to assure the doctor of our good faith…" Lindendon returned smile…Pressing button…Panel opening before 'Shego'/535…
"We couldn't resist making this a personal meeting…" he nodded to her…Avairius giving shrugged greeting…Hey, again… "And so you see the risk is shared, as faithful allies should."
"Shego?..." Drakken's anxious voice… "Shego, is everything…?"
"You put my husband and our baby in danger!" angry cry…
"Shego?...I just thought it'll best if we handled the demo and not Lindendon or the UN…I knew she'd have the suit if things got hairy, I've been telling her to keep it handy at all times…Shego?..."
"You went without me!...Didn't even tell me what you had in mind!"
"It was spur of the moment, Sheila…"
"Enough!...Shut up before they or the UN catch your transmission!"
Hopeful…Barclay eyed Sally…Pissed but still protective…
"Eh, she knows he's right but she'd terrified for him and the kid…And no way is she letting him off." Hiss.
Walter frowning…
"You two are suddenly very chummy…" he groused to Sally, glare at Barclay.
"Kim?!...You ok?!..." Wade's anxious voice…
"Ron's hurt, Wade…Where's the nearest ship I can set down?!...Wait…" Potential peered.
"I see a ship…I'm going down…Tell 'em I've got a medical emergency!"
"The doc is following us…You'll forgive him if he remains sonar and radar-shielded…?" 'Shego'/535 noted with smile.
"As will we, till we are out of range of the UN forces…" Lindendon nodded. "I'm anxious to meet him in the flesh…Blue, I understand?"
"Little accident…Nothing catching or radioactive…" 'she' shrugged.
"I quite understand…I've taken a health risk or two for Science myself." Lindendon smiled. "Now, Miss Shego? Please do have a seat. Might we offer you something? Coffee? Tea? I'd suggest champagne but that should wait till the Doctor can join us in a toast to our new partnership."
"We have a fine chef…" Avairius offered.
Hmmn…Pheromone levels rising in the immediate area…At least one of them isn't gay…535 noted to itself.
"Uh, sirs…Ma'am?" the henchthug commander had hurriedly joined them… "We have incoming…" he pointed to the viewscreen 'Shego'/535 had been viewing.
"Well, well…" Lindendon stared… "Seems we'll have our chance to interview Ms. Possible II sooner than I'd hoped."
Uh-boy…535 sighed.