Vivian Porter walked back to her seat carrying a pair of sodas. The GJ C5A was a serious cargo aircraft, and, like all its brethren, had a passenger section built into the 'ceiling' of the cavernous aircraft. This section had seating for seventy-three people, a galley and two lavatories. Noise canceling headsets with an intercom protected them against engine noise and throat microphones allowed normal conversation.
She plugged in her headset into her armrest to allow conversation with Yori and handed her one of the sodas, commenting "James and Kimberly's friends seem to be getting along well," looking at the engineer sitting between Tara and Jessica. The two blondes were telling stories, funny stories from their expressions. James was smiling, but his smile seemed strained.
"Possible-sensei feels that he has made a grievous mistake and that he was influenced by that evil disease is a poor excuse. He has asked them to tell him stories about Ron-san to help him get an accurate feeling of the young man who loves his daughter."
Yori watched as the shorter of the two blondes got up, picked up a grocery bag and walked over, plugging her headset into the armrest of the next seat.
"Yori, do you have a minute? We should give Roachie and his two friends a snack. Jess and I thought that if you served it to them, it would get them used to you."
"A snack?" Yori didn't like where this was headed.
"Sure," Tara pulled out three large dog water dishes out of the sack and showed her several packets of berry drink mix, a couple of bags of sugar and several boxes of powdered non-dairy creamer, "think of this as a smoothie for roaches…"
STD 2018-
The retrieval lander was larger than the one than Warmonga had taken to the Moon, about twice the size of a school bus. Landing next to the mark on the grass behind the Middleton Space Center's Research and Engineering Building, it disgorged four lightly armored warriors whose first act was to lay an overly large hula-hoop on the mark. The hoop flared to life and burned a neat hole through the dirt and concrete and into the small room in the back of Secret Lab #3. Two warriors watched for threats above ground while their two compatriots slid down cables into the hole. Once inside the lab, they quickly looked for anything that looked like high tech.
The Air Force Security personnel guarding at the door opened fire with sidearms. Almost like an afterthought, one of the alien looters pulled a tube out of a holster, pointed it at the guards and pressed a button. A dozen projectiles that unfolded into webs the size of dinner plates shot out across the lab, striking the guards and shocking them senseless. In the meantime, its partner wrapped the desk and the two workbenches in a tough, thin carbon fiber reinforced membrane. A larger hole appeared in the ceiling of the main. The alien attached cables lowered through the hole to the desk and the second workbench and they were pulled up through the hole.
The first workbench was held to the floor by several wires and tubes coming out of the floor and running up to connect to a large device hidden inside the workbench.
The looter or more accurately, Technical Artifact Retrieval Technician (TART) Number 12, carefully reached under the workbench as it was being lifted and cut each wire and tube until it was free. Each cut was recorded (video, thermal, and sound) to give hints as to the connections' utility.
Making one last scan around the room, TART 12 noticed an image of an Earth male surrounded by others laying on the floor. Putting it in a pocket, it grabbed a cable and followed its partner up to the lander.
Ten minutes elapsed from landing to takeoff.
STD 2018-
They gave themselves twenty minutes in the icy pool to play. Raven suspected that heavy exercise, even with the MMP assisting, depleted some chemical in the injured parts of their brain. When they got out, Ron's legs were unreliable and her hands trembled almost to the point of being useless. But if Ron boosted the MMP to himself and the amount he shared with her, his legs obeyed his mental commands perfectly and her hands became rock steady. But mentally that wasn't a concern right now to either teen…
"So, girlfriend, you ready for a little action?" Ron held out his hand to help Raven climb from the spring-fed pool. Both teens were covered in a thin layer of tiny bubbles, the remnants of the layer that helped keep them warm in the cold water.
Raven looked pointedly at Ron's crotch, "I guess the pool is too cold for you to be ready for anything except a little action. If you can stand the embarrassment of me kicking your cute, tight butt, maybe you could warm up enough to give me some real action…"
"I love it when you talk like that. C'mon, Ravie-baby, show me what you got…"
Tōgai-sensei and Kamiko were walking over to their wet students with towels but hopped out of the way as Ron backflipped out of reach of Raven's spinning kick attack.
Raven tossed her hair out of her face to look at her sapphire-glowing opponent. He was bleeding from a kick to his face, she knew she didn't look much better and without the MMP, her left arm would be dangling uselessly from a boulder strike.
"So, BF, yah ready to yield? Ready to admit that a girl beat your butt like a drum?"
Ron laughed, a long, loud laugh that had faint echoes of an insane glee.
"You mean a girl I powered up with the MMP? Want me to stop it and see how long you last?"
"Well, sure, if the only way you think you can beat me is to cheat, blue boy." Kim grinned. It should have scared her a little that right here, right now, she wasn't Raven the Goth who believed "We're all going to die soon anyway, so let's do the right thing until then." Nope, right now she was Kim Freaking Possible who believed that "nobody dies on my watch unless it's by my hand." Not the pre-prom KP that her blond BF adored, but the KFP who gunned down Shego and Drakken with no mercy and fewer lasting regrets. Which reminded her…
"Let's practice with some tools, you know, weapons we can use so we don't have to mess up my manicure or your pretty face?"
"Baby doll, I like how you think…"
Tōgai-sensei and Kamiko watched in dismay as their students/patients walked past the storage lockers for staffs and edged weapons, and removed a lock easier than if they had held a key. Ron removed an assault rifle and his companion removed a pair of pistols, along with several boxes of ammunition.
"Can you watch them Sensei?" his assistant asked, "I want to go hunt through the scrolls and see if I can find anything on this personality shift we're seeing…"
STD 2018-
Warhok brought the small lander down to the barren landscape of an isolated spot in the Texas Panhandle, carefully dropping down so that dust would not blow on Warmonga who was currently dismembering practice droids learning how to use the hook-shaped blade that replaced her hand.
Turning to greet him, she stopped to wipe the sweat off her face with a towel and took a long drink from a bottle of water.
"You're early!" she called, "Is there a problem?"
The huge male had dismounted from the lander and was walking toward her.
"No serious problems yet. The techs have reverse engineered the wormhole portal device, but can't figure out how it was powered. They were mumbling something about using dimensional vortex flux or some such nonsense. But the bio-scanner techs have found something that you should see."
He held out a datapad which she attached to her hook magnetically so her fingers would be free to tap and scroll. She browsed several pages of charts and numbers, flipping back and forth to reread parts. She quickly got to the end of the file, tapping on a video window to start it playing.
Warhok stepped around to look over her shoulder. The video showed an earth male sparring with an earth female. The part that grabbed their attention was that the male was floating about a foot off the ground and was covered in a soft blue that made him out of focus in the picture. The female was on the ground attacking the male while dodging and redirecting large rocks that were orbiting her opponent.
"By the suns, the Great Blue exists! See, I said it wasn't just a children's tale! I knew it!"
Warhok firmly grabbed and held fast his battle mate's arm, she was getting excited and he was in danger of losing a body part from a careless but excited gesture from an arm that ended in a bladed hook.
"We have to go meet with him!" Red eyes sparkled with excitement, "I know that he will help us with our cause!"
"I really must start making contact with the Earth people about obtaining their wormhole technology. I plan on starting with the bunch that holds your gauntlet."
"Why don't you start with that and I'll go introduce myself to the Great Blue." She was pleading with her eyes and Warhok hated to see his strong battle mate plead for anything.
"I value your input in these meetings, you are the most diplomatic of any of us here, my love."
"You flatter me, but I really think I need to go talk to him while you open relations with the people here. I don't want to ask any earth government's permission to talk later. How about we go back to the ship now and talk strategy and I'll even paint on your ceremonial markings for you…"
STD 2018-
"Ronnie, I don't like this," Raven sat at the table in the little kitchen in their dorm. She watched Ron working at the stove while seated on a stool.
"I thought you liked shrimp creole? Okay, maybe some of the spices aren't what Emeril would use and I only have sticky rice, but…"
"No, I mean this," she held up her hands and was unable to hold them steady, "The only way I have steady hands and you," she gestured at the two walking sticks leaning against the stove, "have reliable use of your legs is for you to jack us up with the MMP and that is messing with our minds." A slight blush appeared on her pale skin, "Sorry about the 'little action' crack at the pool, that was just mean."
The blond chuckled, "That's OK, it was kind of funny. After all, it's not like you've seen that part primed and ready for action."
Raven blushed darker, "Well, there was that time we switched bodies…"
"It can get bigger now" Ron retorted, grinning, "Want to see?"
"Ronnie!" Raven protested, "I thought we were doing friendship without benefits?"
"That was mom's idea. She thought it would be better for our relationship in the long run. I'm not sure that we've got a long run left before the dream hits."
Raven paled, "Have you had any dreams? Did you nap with your sister Hana?"
"No, I just have this feeling like I'm not ready for a test, the test is going to be a pop-quiz, and I'm not sure where my pants are." When he saw Raven smile at the last part, he continued, "Oh and we have to go have dinner with my parents on Saturday. They've gotten all moved in and set up in their house down in the village. Your Mom and Dad are supposed to be there. I thought your Dad had critical work at the space center to do?"
"Maybe he finished? I haven't seen Mom all day, maybe she went to the airport to meet him."
"You said the MMP is messing with your mind, how so?"
"When I'm charged up, I feel aggressive and arrogant. I see you as the True Mystical Monkey Master, not as Ron Stoppable."
"Is that bad?"
"The True Monkey Master is an incredible source of power and a great potential ally. Ron Stoppable is the person who I love and desire."
Ron had spooned generous amounts of his 'Japanese Style' shrimp creole on top of bowls of containing rice. Handing her a bowl, he said, "Let's train hard for one more week and then maybe we can take a break to find the space to work on the love and desire part, OK?"
Raven nodded in agreement as she took her bowl. In her heart, she knew that something would come up. It always did.
He reached over, taking her hand, the intimate touch caused her to look up into soft brown eyes.
"I love you," he said, as a faint blue tint appeared over her field of vision. His soft brown eyes began to shine with blue flecks.
"I know," she replied, taking her hand back so she could start eating. The hand that was now steady as a rock
'Of course, he loves me,' she thought, 'I am Kim Freaking Possible, what's not to love?'
STD 2018-
James slowly woke to the soft murmuring of angels. He lay on a soft futon on the floor of a very simple room. Last night had been amazing. Anne had thrown herself into his arms when he had gotten off the GJ hoverjet. He had a dim memory of her taking him back into their room at the Inn, helping him with a Japanese style bath and finally eating a light meal before taking him to bed.
General fatigue and jet lag had prevented him from doing more than falling asleep with her in his arms, but that was enough for a start. Looking around, he saw that he was mostly right. The love of his life knelt at a low table, sipping coffee and looking at a tablet with a video call window open. She was wearing a colorful robe of some sort, the body was covered in flowers and fish, a dragon ran down the sleeves. She was talking to Vivian along with a younger version of herself.
She was talking to Erica.
He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. He still couldn't remember a lot of his actions in the last month or two, but what he remembered was bad. Or as Ronald would say, 'That goes beyond sick and wrong, it's wrong-sick'.
He felt the futon shift a little as someone knelt down and then straddled him. He opened his eyes and looked up into blue eyes, a blue that was warm and human instead of cool and electric.
"Morning dear, how are you feeling? Want coffee before or after?" she asked with a hint of a sly smile.
"I'm so sorry…"
"I got a data dump from Erica," she interrupted, "and we'll discuss…things later." The surgeon remembered how frightened she had been when she saw the video of her husband collapsing into the arms of Erica. This morning she had discussed and gone over data provided by her synthodrone 'little sister'.
From a quick examination of the partial design notes of the brain virus nano factory recovered from Erica's memory 'recycle bin', she thought that the problem wasn't so much damage to his brain areas but that the connections of many areas holding James's memories were simply 'unplugged'. Apparently, Ronald was able to temporarily reconnect pathways through the damaged parts of Kimmy's brain as well as his own. She wanted to try an experiment to see if Ron could do the same for James. She hoped that the lack of physical damage in her husband's brain might mean that the reconnection of pathways would be permanent.
She had initially been upset and angry when Erica recounted her husband's plans to separate Ron from Kimmy. His desire to do so was something that she didn't agree with, but it was the details that powered a period of fierce anger in her, details like creating her 'little sister' to seduce Ronald, then deciding that the boy wasn't even good enough to touch the synthodrone. From there, the details got confusing, apparently, he was thinking of using the synthodrone to seduce Kimmy?! Erica had played back her recording of the part where James was fighting the fever induced paranoia and realized that his plans were evil, that he was a 'bad mad-scientist'.
Anne had come to the conclusion that the James she loved was still in there somewhere and that he could be fixed. If her plan on using Ronald worked then that should help solidify the relationship between the two.
But, this morning, she wanted to work on convincing James that he wasn't a bad mad-scientist, but that he was a good husband and she still loved him. Straddling him was a good place to start. She sat upright and untied the belt from her robe, allowing it to fall open. She smiled when she saw his brain almost seize up when he saw she wore nothing under it. 'You still got it, girl,' she thought.
"You got a data dump… From Erica?" His brain managed to generate one last coherent question.
"Yes, well, among other features that you gave her that we will discuss later, you gave Erica an enormous amount of data storage. She snagged a copy of all your medical tests and a copy of some other files from the Space Center."
She leaned over, putting her hands on each side of his head. His hands automatically reached up to hold her. Bringing her face close to his she murmured,
"Last chance to ask for coffee first…" she murmured before kissing him lightly at first, then more deeply.
Her hand slid between them and gently wrapped his rapidly hardening member with her cool, slender fingers, "Let's see if you remember what we can do with this…," her breathy voice was warm on his neck, "I might even give you a hint…" She trailed little bites down his neck and onto his shoulder.
STD 2018-
Yori firmly believed in Karma and this was proof of it. She had traveled to America with the rest of Team Cobra because that was where Master Sensei wanted them. After loading their cargo, the local GJ office balked at taking all the roaches, finally agreeing to take Roachie and one of the two larger ones. The senior Ninja found herself walking up the mountain path with Lenard following close behind, recalling the words of the Chosen One, 'Why is it that Karma is always a bite in the butt and never a surprise two for one sale on nacos…'. The 'sale on nacos' part of this bit of karma was a delay in having to tell Master Sensei that she had returned to Japan against orders. She did not expect the headmaster to be happy with her.
"Yori-chan?" the caretaker of all the nature on their mountain, Ouka Nakano stepped noiselessly out of the trees. A long snake with a purplish cast to its scales rode looped around her neck, its head raised, its tongue sampling the air.
"What new friend have you brought me, dear one?" Yori was one of the caretaker's favorite students, the young Ninja would often stop by for tea after she finished meditating in the forest.
"Obachan, may I introduce Lenard-san, one of Stoppable's friends." Turning to the giant roach with a slight grimace, she continued, "Lenard-san, this is Ouka Nakano, Nakano-sensei is the caretaker for all that lives wild on the mountain."
The giant roach hissed, clicked and then knelt with its front legs, giving the appearance of bowing.
The older caretaker laughed with delight, "Stoppable-san certainly is a friend to many strange creatures. Can you understand them as he does?"
"No, I believe Lenard understands much of what you say, but I cannot understand him at all."
"Perhaps it comes with the MMP? No matter, come with me and I will show you a cave suitable for Lenard-san. But first, come to my cottage and we will have tea. I also have a pile of vegetable scraps for Lenard, some of the villagers and I have been putting up food for the winter."
As the three walked quietly back into the trees, Yori asked, "Obachan, why do you carry Snake-san around your neck?"
"Snake-san had six babies soon after she arrived. I found her waiting for me one morning, I think she just likes to be carried around. She certainly seems no more intelligent than any other snake. Perhaps she was just spoiled by Possible-san…"
STD 2018-
Vivian got out of the huge black BMW sedan after it stopped at a wall with a gate. A nice wall with a gate, all the houses in the area had walls with gates in front, it reminded her of suburban castles somehow. She had actually let the large man in the dark suit and shades help her out. Two other BMW sedans also stopped with parking one in front and the other behind the car she had been chauffeured in.
'What the heck was I thinking? Oh, right, I was thinking I'd be hanging out with Ninja, not the Yakuza.' Erica walked around the car to stand beside her. Another large, young tough came out the door,
"Welcome to the home of Dia Bosu-sama. Please come this way," he motioned them into the courtyard.
The courtyard was small but had a koi pond and beautiful landscaping. Waiting on the porch was an older man (maybe even as old as James) who was dressed casually. The young tough led them over saying,
"Dia Bosu-sama, this is Dr. Vivian Porter and her associate, Erica." He spoke proudly as if bringing them here was the conclusion of an important and dangerous mission.
The man bowed to them after politely dismissing their escort, saying, "Welcome to my home. Come have dinner with my wife and me. Then we can set you up with a place to sleep. You must be tired after your long flight."
There was a quick flurry of Japanese as the Yakuza crime boss directed two of his men to take his guests' bags to their room. Turning to Erica, he added,
"Erica, how are your energy reserves? What kind of power plug do you need for charging?"
STD 2018-
"We wait here." General Falco had maintained his presence in the command vehicle for three days now, except for a brief period in the morning to shower, shave, and put on a fresh uniform. Dr. Possible's lab at the Middleton Space Center was raided, looted might be a better term, yesterday and he saw no reason to think they would return to the lab. No, if these people were savvy enough to know where the wormhole generator was, they would certainly be smart enough to know that he was the man to talk to.
STD 2018-
Tōgai-sensei and Kamiko watched Raven dodge a head-sized rock whizzing past her head like a blue meteor by rolling to the side then continuing up into a kneeling position and snapping off two quick pistol shots at her levitating sapphire enshrouded boyfriend. A fist-sized rock deflected the first shot, shattering in the process, but the second flew through the little dust cloud towards its target.
Raven, seeing her BF stagger and the rocks orbiting him fall to the ground, screamed and raced toward him. She got to him about two steps ahead of Kamiko only to see him drop to the ground, laughing.
Reaching his hand out in front of him, he plucked a bullet floating in a circle around him out of the air, "Did you drop this?" he asked with a sneer.
"You jerk!" the dark-haired girl screamed, put her sidearm back in its holster in the small of her back then threw herself at him wrapping around his body and nearly knocking him over.
Staggering back a step as her dim blue glow merged with his stronger blue aura, he put his arms around her,
"Ravie-baby, you need to charge the rounds you fire with MMP to have a chance of hitting me."
"But Ronnie…" the girl was nearly in tears. Kamiko found her reduction in arrogance interesting. Was the fear of having wounded her partner responsible for the shift back from what they were calling the "Zorpox attitude"?
"No buts Raven, I have to train hard and you pulling your punches isn't helping me. Besides, we have fine doctors here, a single bullet hole in me isn't a problem, right Kamiko?"
Kamiko's retort was cut off by the roar of thrusters, A small craft reminiscent of an old Lunar Lander shimmered into view and touched down about fifty feet away. The sphere on top opened and a feminine form, perhaps nine feet tall jumped lightly to the ground, a short staff held in one hand. With the carbon scoring on the tip, it was obviously not just a wooden stick.
Raven and Ron walked over to the stranger while Kamiko took off at a jog to make sure someone in the monastery was alerted. Sensei Tōgai just stood relaxed off to the side as if giant woman dropping from the sky was an everyday occurrence.
The Wonder Woman quotation from Master Sensei's dinner of 'Don't kill if you can wound, don't wound if you can subdue, don't subdue if you can pacify, and don't raise your hand at all until you've first extended it,' echoed in Raven's thoughts as she reached the woman with Ron at her side. She looked at the pale green woman with brilliant red on gold eyes and held out her empty hand.
"Hello. I am Raven Mara." Raven (and currently she was much closer to Raven than Kim Freakin' Possible) might have worried that she looked like a wreck due to their sparring and the tears from thinking that she had shot her boyfriend. But the goth in her thought, 'Screw 'em if they can't take a joke, send a meeting request next time and we will greet them all cleaned up and waiting with tea and cookies.'
Warmonga's earpiece whispered with advice from her lander's A.I., "Extending an empty hand is a common gesture of peaceful greeting. Take your right hand and firmly grasp her hand, then let go. There is usually a brief up and down motion before the release. Raven Mara is probably just the female's name. Raven is a bird associated with sadness, loss, and death; Mara could refer to a god of death and erotic desire or a small furry animal with long ears and long legs."
"Greetings, I am Warmonga. I have come seeking the Great Blue to ask for his assistance to help my people," she switched her staff to the blade that replaced her right hand, magnetically locking it to the blade's sheath. Holding her left hand out, she knelt on one knee to make her closer to eye level with the dark-haired human. Raven switched to her left hand and gave the offered alien hand a firm shake.
"I am pleased to meet you," Raven replied, "This is Ron Stoppable, my partner."
Standing to her full height, she turned to face Ron and with a small bow, she said,
"Great Blue, can we talk?"
STD 2018-
Vivian sipped her Japanese beer, a nice pale lager. She had been careful with her alcohol consumption at dinner with this Dia Bosu person and his wife, Michiko. Dinner had been pleasant. Dia Bosu had asked her to call him Jirou as 'Dia Bosu' simply meant 'Big Boss', the affectionate nickname his men used. He had talked of their adventures with Jim and Tim Possible, who he and his group affectionately called the Bouyatachi ('little dudes'). Michiko had studied software engineering in college and asked her about her software writing practices.
After dinner, Michiko had retired for the evening, leaving Dia Bosu and Vivian to talk business. Erica knelt at the table, but apparently, James had not thought to program in conversational skills. She sat quietly recording the conversation.
"No offense, but I think that working for the Yakuza might limit my options working for other groups in the future. You are a criminal operation, yes?"
"We will obscure your involvement and your paychecks using layers of holding companies. You will be able to deny knowing that you knew who exactly you were working for."
"But I'll know," 'Okay, maybe I'm sipping this beer too fast,' she thought.
"You'll know that you were the prime programmer for Nippon Synthonics, the premier company for creating syntho-helpers for humanity. Syntho-maids to help care for the very young and elderly. Syntho-reaction workers, the ultimate first responders in disaster response."
"Why me?"
"First, you are a colleague of James Possible. We have heard of your work creating Oliver, a truly artificial human. We need a programmer that can provide elements of empathy and compassion in our products. We want the general population to cheer when they see a syntho rescuer worker coming to help them. We want people to get emotionally attached to the syntho-maids that care for them, their children, their parents."
"And all this would make your products more profitable," Vivian would later request that Erica cut her off in the future when she started talking truth to power with an alcoholic beverage in her hand.
"Yes! Exactly!" the Yakuza boss's eyes were alive with enthusiasm, "You said that we were a criminal organization and you are correct. Our goals for generations has been money, power, and respect from the people of Japan. You and the Bouyatachi can give us all that while at the same time, we can turn away from violence, intimidation, and corruption. People will shower us with money, respect and praise because they want the products you will program. Because those products will improve their lives."
The boss took a deep breath and stepped back from the impassioned speech he had spun up into. Several bodyguards hearing their perennially calm manager speak with such passion and excitement had appeared just in case they were needed.
He knelt back down at the table and fixed Vivian with a direct gaze,
"Dr. Porter, many people in Japan today have no children or family. Your software can keep these people from growing old and dying alone. The emotions of a syntho-maid might be artificial, but they will appear to be real. You can allow these people to grow old and pass on with real companionship at their side. Can you just walk away and leave them to die lonely and alone? My apologies for keeping you up. Please, get some rest and we can talk in the morning."
He left the room after instructing a bodyguard to see that they found their room.
Dia Bosu was ready to do a victory dance. He knew what Dr. Porter's answer would be.
STD 2018-
General Falco stood in front of his honor guard. An armored personnel landing craft of some sort had touched down near the alien glove sitting on a small table. A large humanoid male, at least nine or ten feet tall stepped out of a hatch followed by two slightly smaller humanoids in armor that totally covered their bodies. The male in front, by contrast, wore a kilt, heavy boots, and gloves, no shirt. His body was heavily muscled with black and deep red tribal markings adorning his chest, arms, and face. A fur-trimmed cloak fluttered in the breeze. He walked forward and stopped in front of the General who was thinking that a cloak and kilt might look good for Air Force Special Forces.
"I am Warhok, the Number One Agent of Galactic Justice. I am here to investigate the incident where an unarmed explorer was mutilated." He pointed to the glove, "Who is responsible for our citizen losing her hand?"
"Agent Warhok, the team who were performing the experiment that injured your citizen had no way of knowing that an extraterrestrial species was investigating our solar system. Extraterrestrial travel is very rare for us, so the team thought that such experimentation would be safe. The maiming of your explorer was unfortunate, but I assure you that it was an accident."
"Of course, you know this," the general continued, fixing the visitor with what he hoped was a firm eye. "You have seized the device by force. By now, you have undoubtedly examined it and concluded that no weapons were installed."
Deciding to be a little diplomatic, he stepped forward and extended his hand, "I am General Fred Falco. I am most regretful that the accident happened. The project was in control of civilians when the tragedy occurred. I have taken over the responsibility of the project. Might I ask how your citizen is?"
"My citizen survived, but she is one of the fraction of our people who cannot regenerate limbs, so she is permanently mutilated. Let me be clear, I am doing an investigation, not charging anyone with a crime. I do insist on interviewing the civilian that knows about the device that caused the incident."
General Falco thought quickly, Dr. Possible was in no shape for an interview as of the last report he had seen. His best plan was to supply what the Number One Agent asked for. That would give him time to see how Dr. Possible was doing. Perhaps he had improved.
"Of course, the senior scientist for the project is currently Dr. Laura Ladra. We will set up a meeting between you and the good doctor."
There was a sound of ripping canvas and a jet of smoke appeared from the top of the alien armored personnel landing craft. A plume of smoke appeared about a half-mile to the south where a Kiowa recon helicopter lay on its side, its characteristic sphere containing its cameras and sensors along with most of its rotors were missing.
Warhok smiled. It was not a pleasant smile.
"Perhaps you will turn over the 'good doctor' to us. I fear that our continued presence here could lead to more accidents. In the meantime, perhaps we could arrange for more diplomatic types to talk?"
The General turned to his aide.
"Please bring Dr. Ladra here at once."
CREDITS
All characters are the property of the Disney Company. This is a work of fan fiction.
Suzie Chin (Subira Chen) and her partner in Ninja-hood Wanda Wang, along with Team Panther, Team Twelve, and Team Orange are all from Sentinel103 and his "Once Again" stories.
Mea Culpa There is roughly a 12-hour difference between Japan and the United States. That means that early morning in one spot is early evening in the other. So don't pay too much attention to the concept of simultaneity in this story.
Authors Note Thanks to CajunBear73, Daccu65, and Sentinel103 for basically being beta readers, editors, and plot bunny wranglers.
Published Nov 9th, 2018