STD 2018- (Lowardian Fleet)
Warhok strode into the briefing room of the largest bandit frigate and snapped to attention. The captains of the smaller ships of their little fleet were already assembled.
The Captain of captains acknowledged their most massive warrior with a nod and asked, "Warhok, have you retrieved the engineer that knows how to make their wormhole system work?"
"Sir, I have just brought up the engineer in charge of it," he answered, relaxing to a position of parade rest. "She should be able to fill in any gaps our technical experts are encountering."
"Have a seat, we are just getting ready to watch the latest from the intelligence team. They obtained a report on the use of the wormhole for combat."
A wiry Lowardian Warrior dressed in green and sand-colored camo stood and addressed the room, "This information was part of some files that we managed to obtain from a junior officer assigned to General Falco. It is preliminary and I will narrate from their written notes as the videos lack a narrator."
The first video showed human males inside a series of caves. They were cleaning weapons, assembling devices of some sort, and having a meeting where a leader of some kind was pointing to a large map on the wall.
"I must preface my presentation by noting that this planet has not yet developed a single government," the intelligence specialist noted. "While several cultures have attained a level of domination known as 'great power', they do not seem eager to obliterate each other and become the dominant culture. For this reason, the organization, known as a nation, that has developed the wormhole technology finds itself combating a foe in an area it is unwilling to purge of intelligent life prior to annexation."
"This enemy keeps its base of operations in a series of deep caves in a dry, mountainous land. Deep in solid rock and with reinforced walls and ceilings, they are protected against direct assault. The use of any weaponry with enough power to collapse the caves would destroy nearby villages. While the nation in question is easily capable of evacuating the endangered villages, they seem unwilling to do so, or to simply consider the occupants to be acceptable, collateral damage."
"This is a puzzling attitude," the specialist confirmed to the round of murmured questions. "And we continue to investigate the limits of this consideration. However, back to their proposed weaponization of the wormhole technology."
The video switched to large square ponds of some pinkish thick liquid situated in green farmland.
"These are called 'hog lagoons' which strangely enough do not contain hogs, an animal that humans raise for food, but are collecting pools where they collect the animals' bodily wastes. We don't know why they do this. These lagoons are located within the boundary of the wormhole nation's claimed territory."
The video showed a computer simulated high-pressure pump shooting a high-velocity stream of the viscous, lumpy, pink liquid into one end of a wormhole portal and then switched to the caves where a wormhole portal appeared, vomiting out the pink sludge.
"It appears that drowning your enemy in pink hog waste has additional sociological and religious meanings. Further information on that detail will be provided when we discover it. The next video indicates that objects leave the wormhole at the same speed they entered it."
An atmospheric fighter started an attack run against a ground target when a wormhole opened up directly in front of it. Unable to dodge in time, the fighter flew into it. The scene changed and the fighter zoomed out of the wormhole and into the side of a mountain only a dozen feet in front of the exit, exploding into a ball of fire.
The briefer finished up, saying, "This is preliminary, they are still working on other ideas such as using a wormhole to allow an attack by dropping old, junked vehicles from a height of ten of their measure of distance called a mile, onto government capitols, destroying buildings. The writer called it 'Buick Blanket Bombing'. For some reason, they thought that was humorous."
A Captain raised his hand in the back, "What is to keep the Earthers or just this nation you have deemed the wormhole nation, from opening a portal in this room and filling it with that pink excrement?"
The briefer replied, "There is a maximum range, theoretically the molecular vibrations of the device will degrade the ability to set the ends of the wormhole if they are too far away. We don't know the maximum distance, but we have seen the prototype function over the distance from the planet to its moon. The fleet should be well outside the theoretical range, assuming that we understand the theory, plus their sensors cannot detect us at this distance. The Technical Artifact Retrieval Teams believe that the computers in the lab that they extracted had the only current copies of the plans for the wormhole device. Now that we have their engineering lead plus their only working device, the Earthers cannot make another one without recreating the design."
The Captain of captains looked pleased. "Gentlemen, once we have their prototype working, we will be able to plunder this planet without having to land TARTs, the resulting fuel savings plus the lack of wear and tear on our landing craft will make this planet the most profitable one yet."
Warhok raised his hand, "Sir, what about the Great Blue that Warmonga believes she has located?"
Their leader scoffed, "That old children's bedtime story? A planetary defender that can defeat entire armies?" he thought for a moment, "bring him up here, we will test him and if he won't join us, then it could be a long walk down a short wormhole for him." He broke out in uproarious laughter, greatly amused at his own joke.
STD 2018- (Yamanouchi)
"Our people have a legend of a Great Blue, a mighty mystical warrior that defends the innocent against attackers. We are in a conflict with an expanding Empire. If the Great Blue could assist us, we could retake planets enslaved by this Empire. His presence alone would greatly help us win battles. We want the Great Blue to come up to the fleet for testing," Raven's glare was apparently a part of a universal language because their guest added, "with his consort, of course." Warmonga sat cross-legged on a cushion addressing Master Sensei, Raven, and Ron. They sat next to a flaming brazier in the courtyard, its shadows dancing along the ground.
"If I leave to help you, I will be abandoning my people, leaving them defenseless. You should be aware that I am not fully trained," Ron replied. Giving a somewhat bored sigh, he continued, "besides, the Empire is not trying to enslave my people."
"Don't you believe your duty is to peoples beyond this little planet? Besides, it is only a matter of time until the tendrils of the Empire reach here. Wouldn't it be better to use enslaved planets as a battleground than to wait for Imperial Peacekeepers to arrive with a full invading force? Enslaved planets only have a few Imperial Peacekeepers to maintain their hold on the population. Just the appearance of the Great Blue would be enough to influence the population to obey our freedom fighters."
Raven saw that Ron's aura was starting to fade. 'He's got to be about to crash on energy, we had nearly finished a hard workout when Jolly Green here landed,' she thought. Her hands were starting to tremble, he must be low. Hoping not to be seen as weak, she said,
"Surely we do not have to decide this tonight. Are you able to eat our food? Let us at least show you the hot springs where our fighters relax away the pains and tensions of the day."
"I must return to my ship and give them a report. I can return in four Earth days. Will the Great Blue be ready?"
"Six days will be required before the Great Blue will be available," said a voice from one of two women walking up to the group, "whether he will be willing to return with you is another question. Is there some method that we can use to communicate with you in the meantime?"
"I fear there is no way for you to contact me," the alien stood, "I will return in five days." She walked out the courtyard, picking up an 'honor guard' of six Ninja from Team Twelve and continuing to her landing craft. A few minutes later, it rose into the sky and out of sight on a pillar of fire.
Ron watched until the craft was out of sight, then his aura strengthened and Raven felt her hands steady as he shared MMP with her. 'Woah,' the Goth girl thought, 'Does he have that much capacity or is he pulling energy from elsewhere?'
Turning to the newly arrived women, the steadily glowing Monkey Master said,
"Hey, Mrs. Dr. P." His goofy grin was absent and his eyes were an electric blue that matched the second woman's eyes. "How about I fix us all some dinner and you tell me what you need me to do for you? Sensei, would you join us? I want to see if you heard the same lies I heard from that alien babe."
Raven turned to her boyfriend, "I had a suspicion the alien was having a hard time with the truth…"
Ron replied with a smirk, "She gave us just enough information…she might be a fan fiction writer because she told just enough truth to be believable if you were an ignoramus or something."
Raven snorted, "I'm glad it wasn't just me…"
STD 2018 (Middleton, Wade's basement/ops center)
"Shimatta!" A/N a light expletive, means "Oh, no!" or "damn!" in Japanese. ( Urban Dictionary) While Katsumi is a Yamanouchi Ninja, she is a polite young Ninja. Depending on the level of her future interaction with Wanda and Suzie, she might remain that way. Or not.
Wade whirled around in his computer chair on hearing the cry of dismay from his partner. As pop-up notifications on his screens warned "Network error: cannot connect to the Internet", he asked,
"Katsumi! What's happened?"
"We've been back-channeled, Wade-san!" She held the emergency disconnect in her hand; a length of thin rope tied to the power plug to the main gateway router that funneled all traffic from this room to the Internet via fiber or backup cellular radio or even a satellite dish on the roof. She had yanked the emergency disconnect and the entire room was now off the net.
"Where did the attack slip in? My network defenses should have detected it and redirected away from our systems to the honey pot!"
The honeypot was an old computer defense technique. You put a server on your network that was sort of easy to hack, made it look like it had data worth stealing, and when the intrusion detection system caught someone hacking in, it gave you time to track their connection back to the attacker. Wade had recycled an older PC to be his honey pot, it even had a Winnie the Pooh toy sitting on top of it.
Wade expected to see that his defenses kept the attack away from any of his important computer systems and that Katsumi had unnecessarily panicked. Looking at her displays, he saw that he was wrong.
"Holy cow," he quickly scanned the historical list of network connections. A network socket that should have only been supplying status information from the listening devices that Hirotaka and Wanda had planted in James's lab was being used to try to snoop all the systems in the room. It had pulled data from his comms computer.
"It appears that someone knows all our communications over the last week. Anything older than that has been moved to a backup server. Good job, Kat, because you reacted so quickly, that is all that they got."
Katsumi blushed at the praise and at his use of 'Kat', the same diminutive form of her name that her Grandmother had used affectionately. "We'd better tell Team Cobra and Team Orange."
STD 2018- (Yamanouchi)
Raven and Ron had quietly insisted on silence until they got to the dormitory kitchen. Once there, Raven turned on a box that the Tweebs had provided them, filling the room with a soft rainstorm sound. Jim and Tim developed it with Wade, they claimed it would defeat listening devices and they knew better than to question those three.
They had a pretty full house, Sensei Tōgai and Kamiko joined them, they had been listening to the meeting with the alien but sitting out of sight in the shadows. (recall that even a student Ninja can become invisible in the Yamanouchi courtyard)
"Dad's here? So, let's go get him!" Raven was still annoyed about his interference with her and Ron, but oddly enough, Kim 'F' Possible missed him and worried about him.
"Kimmy, your dad hasn't totally recovered from a virus, I told him to take a nap and that I'd come to get him and we'd go to the hot springs later." That wasn't really a lie, but Anne didn't want to mention certain topics just yet. Like the extent of fever-induced madness that made him talk to ghosts and remaking Eric into a distraction for Ron.
The woman who looked like Anne's younger sister said quietly, "I want to tell some things that James doesn't remember but that will come out sooner or later." Her eyes were the same electric blue as Ron's.
"Just a second," interrupted the Monkey Master who handed a knife to Kamiko, asked her to fix the veggies, pointing to a basket with a squash, green peppers and onions. After setting an extra skillet on a burner for her, he started grilling tuna, shrimp, and strips of beef.
"Now Miss… Uh…" he resumed.
"My name is Erica."
"Well, Erica, I'd prefer that Mr. Dr. P tell me when he remembers everything and knows what he really wants me to know. You know?"
Anne was relieved that Ron was cutting off the very topic she did not want to discuss now but tried to give a minimal explanation, "Ronald, James is suffering from brain damage caused by a virus. I want you to do the MMP thing that you do for yourself and Kimmy. In James's case, I think the fix will be permanent."
Showing Anne that Ron Stoppable was way too perceptive when you desperately wanted a clueless blond, Ron replied, "Not a problem, Mrs. Dr. P, I will do my best to help the man who hated me so much that he built Erica the synthodrone to keep me away from KP."
"Ron! Daddy wouldn't do that!" Raven was horrified. That would make her Dad as bad as Drakken!
"Erica, am I correct?"
"Yes, your statement is correct, I was created to seduce you away from Kimmie-cub while he found a more suitable mate for her."
"See? Obvious, once you think about it," he put extra seasonings on the three types of meat and turned the heat up to max to give them a nice crusty, almost blackened, finish. He continued speaking while apparently focusing on his wok wizardry.
"Imagine. Poor Ron Stoppable has been kicked to the curb by his BFF, Kimberly. But how to make sure the lazy, good for nothing, bum doesn't pull off a miracle? That's easy, you create a smoking hot babe that comes up to him and actually gives him the time of day. A little female attention then he's all 'KP who?'. Still, got to give mad props to Mr. Dr. P 'cause Erica is a younger Mrs. Dr. P. If you will excuse me for saying so, using an age-appropriate version of Kimberly's smoking hot mom is the perfect bait for the Ron-man."
Sliding the meats onto a platter, Ron then reached to the first microwave and pulled out a plate of steaming tortilla shells. Placing everything on the table along with several pairs of tongs, he pointed out to a mostly stunned audience, "These are sort of make your own fajitas or burritos, I'll get the beans and rice. Sorry, didn't have any cilantro for guacamole, but there are avocado slices."
Coming back, he set the final items on the table, looked around and said, "Eat! Don't let it get cold," turning to Erica, he asked, "Erica, what can I do for you, I'm guessing you don't eat?" In response, she produced a power cord, placed one end under her blouse to connect to someplace he couldn't see and held the other end up. Looking around, he told her, "Plug it in here, that should be close enough for you to sit at the table."
Ignoring the rest of the people staring at him, he took a tortilla shell and started assembling a burrito. With a sly smile, he asked,
"By the way Erica, if you don't mind telling me, why didn't Mr. Dr. P turn you loose on me?"
"James decided that I was too good for you," was the simple reply. She could have just replayed the recorded audio, but her logic determined that would have been a much more painful reply without being more truthful than just reciting the bare facts.
Ron, about to bite into his burrito, broke out laughing and almost rolled onto the floor. Again, the laugh had a slightly hysterical overtone. Finally catching his breath, he said, "Well, can't argue with Mr. Dr. P, he's right about that."
Kamiko gave up waiting for an upset Raven to pull herself together and help her boyfriend dial back the blue and the resulting distortion on his personality. Getting up and walking over to the erratic Monkey Master, she laid her hand on his shoulder and said,
"Back down Ronald-kun. You are pulling too hard on the blue. Come back to us please."
Anne reached across the table to put her hand on his, "Ronald, James is wrong. You would have been good enough for me back then just as you are good enough for Kimmy now."
A small dark-haired happy meteor tore into the room and crashed into him, crying, "Brother!" His blue aura was snuffed out like a blown-out match. A smaller pink streak flashed by as Rufus climbed on Ron's shoulder.
"Hana-chan," the P.A said, "Ronald needs a little bit of monkey power to help his legs be strong."
"OK," the little girl said, "I sorry." She screwed up her face for a moment trying to concentrate, but nothing happened. "Roofie, help," she said at last.
The mole rat's eyes flashed blue then Ron regained a slight blue shine, as did Raven.
A somewhat shaken Mr. Stoppable was standing in the door with Yori standing oddly shyly behind him, "Did you make enough for three extra people, son?" His smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Hey!" squeaked a small voice.
"Sorry, that's four extra people," His smile now reached his eyes at the familiar running gag.
"Sure, Dad, there's plenty and I can make more if we run low, where's Mom?"
"She's having a girl's night out with some of the women from the village. I had brought Hana up for a visit when we heard the alien ship. We were hiding out in the woods with Nakano-san until the coast was clear."
They pulled up extra chairs, even managed to dig up a high chair for Hana.
"Yori-san, did you hear the conversation with the alien?"
"Hai, Master Sensei, I was hidden within easy listening distance."
"Tell us your impressions, please," the headmaster asked the student that he really wished had remained on the other side of the planet. He had sent her along with the rest of her team but wasn't surprised that she had disobeyed and returned. Her sense of duty and honor was unquestioned, but she had always believed that her duty extended beyond her team and her Sensei to encompass all of Yamanouchi. He resolved to speak to her later about how her duty to Yamanouchi could be best served in America, but he had no expectation of success.
"The Alien was lying. I do not believe that they are noble freedom fighters but are something else. Perhaps slavers or raiders. I believe raiders as I do not believe the economics of slavery would support interplanetary trade. Unless the slaves were particular persons with special qualities," the Ninja looked directly at Ron.
"Whoa, Yori, I believe what you are saying, but you got all that from that discussion?" Ron said.
"And Hanna nap-dream," squeaked a small voice. Running over to Raven, the Mystical Monkey Molerat tapped her abdomen, "Must make dream true. We need to talk."
The last wasn't Rufus's squeaky voice even though they all clearly saw his mouth move. The much deeper, inhuman voice continued, "Seriously, you buffoons couldn't pour water out of a bucket if the prophecy telling you how to do it was etched in letters of fire on the bottom."
"Oh, right, Mystical Monkeys don't do boots." muttered a blond, followed by "What?!" when he noticed everyone staring at him in disbelief.
STD 2018- (Lowardian Fleet)
Warhok strode back into the briefing room. This was getting old, Warmonga had just returned and he missed her touch.
"Reporting as ordered, Captain," In this bandit fleet, the highest title was Captain with the raider's fleet leader called the Captain of captains. But in addressing him, the title was still just "Captain". Warhok thought that practice was stupid egalitarianism nonsense, but he went with it. Standing at the end of the table, he noticed the others weren't captains, by their pale skins and puny musculature, he figured they were engineers or intelligence analysts.
"The person you brought up is useless with respect to the wormhole device," declared the Captain.
Warhok grinned, "I suspected that Falco was stalling for time. I shall toss the female's dismembered body in his face and politely suggest that he do better."
"We are keeping the Ladra female. While she is useless for most things, she has a talent for storytelling. The crews are enjoying something she calls 'slash fan fiction' about two humans named Conan the Barbarian and Vlad the Impaler."
Warhok was outraged, "What about the rule that says 'Thou shalt not suffer a fan fiction writer to live'!"
"That was back in the days when these proscribed stories focused on weak, weepy women driven by their desires and lusts. The stories of Ladra are different. It is a new day Warhok."
"Listen to him, my love, there are no weak, weepy females left in our worlds, only in the worlds of sheep." Warmonga walked into the room, her red eyes suggesting another meaning of the word slash fiction as she saluted the Captain with her hook-blade, "My Captain, will this take long? I have need of Warhok."
"We were discussing the failure of the engineer the Earth commander gave us to show us how their wormhole device works," cutting to the chase as he knew that when someone like Warmonga 'needed' her battle mate, it was not wise to get in the way,
One of the puny men at the table meekly spoke up, "From our analysis of the files taken from the computers retrieved by the TART, we know that the person we need is named James Possible. Further analysis of connected systems has indicated that he was smuggled out of the immediate area. We are hopeful that we will find him without too much delay."
The other puny men at the table nodded their agreement although none were bold enough to raise their eyes to look any of the warriors in the eye.
"We believe that he is the largest male in this image", one analyst timidly produced the picture taken from the lab.
Warmonga reached down and picked up the tablet showing the family picture of the Possibles.
"I saw this woman when I met with the Great Blue. Look at how the man has his arm around her. The smaller ones are probably their offspring. They're mates. She showed no sign of the mate-hunger when I saw her, he must be close by."
"Excuse me, Ma'am," one of the puny men spoke up typing on a tablet then sliding it across the table, never raising his eyes up to meet hers, "This James Possible has made an artificial mate. He has no mate-hunger because he can use this surrogate to satisfy his needs. Perhaps his mate has a surrogate also?"
"What?!" Red eyes flashing with outrage, she reached out and snatched up the tablet. "Abomination!" she muttered flipping through pictures, schematics, and design notes. Slamming the tablet down on the table so hard a spiderweb of cracks appeared on the screen, she whirled on Warhok.
"Would you use a surrogate instead of me?!" she demanded, rage making her red eyes change to the darker color of fresh blood.
"I cannot imagine that any surrogate could possibly interest me much less satisfy me. How could a surrogate be programmed to have your intelligence, your fire, your passion? What manner of engineering could create a body so pleasing to look at, touch and taste?" Holding her tightly, in a manner to prevent her from gesturing with her right arm with its very sharp hooked blade, he continued, "You must admit that mate surrogates would allow people like this James Possible to focus on developing technologies for long periods of time. Let these primitive sheep have their abominable personal practices as long as they make wool for us to shear."
The fire in her eyes turned to smoldering desire. Pushing his larger but unresisting body out the door, they were soon gone.
"Orders, Captain?"
The Captain wasn't sure who asked, this custom of subordinates not looking warriors in the face sometimes seemed a bit stupid.
"Find out where they are hiding this James Possible. Send the designs and data files for the surrogate to Engineering, I want to see if they can make a surrogate suitable for a Lowardian…"
"Gladly, my Captain…"
"Keep me informed on your progress, the wormhole technology will cover our expenses and make us a small profit by itself, the surrogate technology would be all profit. Given what we have simply stumbled over, this planet is looking more and more attractive for looting."
STD 2018- (Middleton General Hospital)
General Falco had pretty much given up on coming out of this situation covered in fame and glory.
"Are these the only records of the patient transfer that you have?" he managed not to snarl at the receptionist.
"Yes, General. The transfer order paperwork was signed by Dr. Henry Jekyll, and the attendants were Susan Jones and Anthony Jones. I don't know Dr. Jekyll, but these records show that he is a psychiatrist with admitting privileges at this hospital. Let me check admitting records… Looks like Dr. Jekyll discharged Dr. Porter yesterday morning and Dr. Possible last night. Perhaps you should call his office…Let's see, it's 636-555-3226. Is there anything else I can help you with today?" the receptionist ended smiling sweetly.
"No, thank you for your help." The General had learned long ago that yelling and pounding on a civilian's desk was ineffectual. He had also noticed a couple of very large orderlies suddenly just hanging around in the reception area.
"General Falco? My name is Derrick Duhei. I'm from the Department of Military Assistance, perhaps, I could be of help with locating James Possible…"
STD 2018- (Yamanouchi)
"Ron, go with Mom, it will be OK," a fully MMP charged Raven gave her boyfriend a hug and chaste kiss, "You go fix Daddy. While you are doing that, we'll go talk to Jim and Tim." Really, her Ronnie was adorable the way he worried about her sometimes. At least when he wasn't charged up with MMP. Right now he was 'powered down' because her mom didn't want him to charge up until she started the procedure with Daddy. He could be such an ass when he was high on the power…
"Rufus, take care of her. Raven, don't do anything rash until we can all talk about it," he called as she waved over her shoulder and walked off in the direction of the infirmary. They had things to pick up first before finding the Tweebs.
"Let's get going, Ronald, I want to run a preliminary test with James as soon as we can," Mr. Stoppable and Hana led the young man across the courtyard and to the path that would take them outside the grounds to the quiet, secluded space where they had waited for the alien to leave. James was there waiting for them.
"C'mon, Mrs. Dr. P, Tōgai-sensei, you know that KP isn't thinking straight when she's powered up with that much MMP," Ron argued with the two people who walked beside him each holding an arm to help keep him from the occasional face-plant due to unreliable legs.
"You have no room to complain, Stoppable-san, you are ten times as arrogant, haughty, and aggressive as Raven when you both are powered up and sparring," pointed out Tōgai-sensei.
"Yes, but I'm not going to see someone about getting possessed!" the blond objected.
"It's not exactly possession, Ronald, they aren't going to do anything real to Kimmy, just make it look like real. You know, when I was carrying Kimmy, I had these awful cravings for marshmallows on hot dogs…"
"When Jean was carrying Ron, just the smell of a hot dog could make her hurl," Ron's dad offered. "But only if she was looking at one of those twirly rides at a carnival..."
STD 2018- (Yamanouchi)
"Hey Tweebs, wow, that's really cool ink," said Raven.
"Hey sis, what's with the flattery? What do you want?" replied Tim.
"You must want something if you're telling us we're cool," added Jim.
The boys noticed a third person standing behind her and Kamiko; they exploded with questions,
"Is that Erica?"
"Is Dad here?"
"Wow, she really looks like Mom!"
"How come you haven't blown it up?"
"Has Ron seen it?"
"Has Ron kissed it?"
Raven's left eye twitched as she exploded, "TWEEBS! BACK OFF!" Tim was examining the joints in its hand while Jim was pressing some sort of instrument against its stomach. Both guiltily took a step back when their sister yelled at them.
"High-pressure syntho-gel, can't morph," Jim whispered to Tim.
"You can talk to Erica and she can tell you about her engineering and stuff later. She also has all your Dad's and Dr. Porter's computer files," Raven said, "but first we want to ask you to do something for me. Rufus can fill you in on the what and why, the how is something you should know. The when is now."
The pre-prom Kim could never have asked this out loud, but the post-prom, MMP charged Kim was eager to ask it just to see their reactions.
"Rufus? OK, sure Sis, what can we do for you?"
"I need you boys to make me pregnant."
"WHAT?"
For several moments, the two diminutive geniuses simply stared at her, open-mouthed. Finally, Jim looked at Tim. "There isn't any way we're getting out of this without getting beaten up, is there?"
"And that's if we are lucky…"
STD 2018- (Forest outside Yamanouchi)
The cave tunnel wasn't straight but had gentle S-curves so that it wasn't long until the outside light was blocked. Small motion-detection LED lights came on as they went forward and turned back off a short time after they passed. Or when Hana passed, she was happily dancing back and forth just to see the lights turn on and off.
"Are you sure we couldn't do this back in my lab," Tōgai-sensei lamented, "Just imagine the data I could be collecting!"
"Wade says that hackers plus some Air Force General are looking for James. This is the most secure, secret place in the area; or at least, the most secure, secret place that he'll tell me about," the redhead replied.
"Whoa, nice digs," the blond looked around as the tunnel ended in a room that you could easily use for basketball as long as you didn't get too carried away with bleachers. Spotting an old friend, he shook off his help and carefully walked over,
"Lenard! How ya doing, buddy! Slip me some feeler!" Ron stood, mostly stable, and held up his hand. A cockroach bigger than a pair of large dumpsters tapped its feet in excitement emitting a series of hisses and clicks and gently slapped a feeler against the blond's hand. Both physicians and his Dad smiled to see the blond chatter with the monster-sized bug. Hana seemed to consider it a large piece of playground equipment. Lenard seemed to go with the flow, lifting the leg the little girl was hanging onto up into the air.
A door opened on the other side and a man with graying temples stepped out.
"Ronald, I want to apologize for the things I've done against you," said James Possible.
"What things exactly, Mr. Dr. P?" the blond wobbled and would have fallen if the two physicians hadn't caught up to him and steadied him.
"I, I'm not sure I remember everything Ronald, but I know it was bad."
"Then let's see if we can fix your memory and then you can apologize, OK. Mr. Dr. P?" there was a bit of a goofy grin on the blond's face. That look made James feel better about himself and his relationship with his children. All his children.
STD 2018- (Yamanouchi)
Tim and Jim sat on both sides of the small bed, each holding one of their sister's hands. She was laying back sweating and swearing. The twins carefully kept their eyes focused on her face not daring to look lower on her body, certainly not low enough to see the cause of her pain.
"Are you Tweebs sure you made it as small as possible?" the girl managed to get out between waves of pain.
"Well, we added fifteen percent to our calculated minimum mass,"
"just in case, better safe than sorry, you know."
"I will kill you both, I will make it slow and painful…" her growl morphed into a moan of pain.
"Rufus, C'mon buddy, she's still hurting! Blue harder!"
"Kamiko, can you give her another pain shot?"
The P.A was kneeling between the girl's legs watching for signs of bleeding and monitoring the insertion.
"Raven, do you want me to give you another dose of painkiller?"
"Hell, Yes! Damned if I ever have children if it hurts this much!"
The P.A stuck a preloaded syringe into the girl's thigh and pressed the plunger. Tossing it into a wastepaper basket along with a dozen other empties, she moved both hands to the junction of her patient's legs checking for bleeding.
Rufus was making a growling noise reflecting the effort he was applying to Raven's body.
Raven relaxed as the drug took effect.
"It still hurts like a bitch," she said, "but I just don't care."
"Sorry" squeaked the mole rat who was currently causing his friend's abdomen to glow like there was a blue fifty-watt bulb under her skin.
"Well, in a normal pregnancy, a woman's uterus expands from the size of a pear to the size of a grapefruit over about 12 weeks. We are forcing that change in," checked her watch, "a bit over three hours using painkillers, hormones but mostly MMP."
The combination of the relaxation made possible by the painkiller and the application of MMP by Rufus finished the last of the required expansion in Raven's muscle tissues. Kamiko watched in a mixture of wonder and horror as the last of a blunt tentacle shape withdrew into the young woman's body.
"Raven, That's it. I'm going to check your cervix, OK?"
"Knock yourself out, Doc," said her patient, her speech slurring a little from the exhaustion and painkillers.
A quick visual check showed little damage to the 'gatekeeper' of her uterus and she was happy that there was no sign of bleeding from torn muscle tissue. Everything had stretched without damage, but not without pain.
"Good job Rufus," she pulled off a glove to reach up and give the Monkey Master Molerat a long, full-body pet.
STD 2018- (A-1 Industrial Seating and Partitions)
Derrick walked out of the entrance lobby into the parking lot to wait for his men. His orders were clear, 'don't mess with the Possible women'. Normally only a kindergarten lawyer would argue that didn't include their father and husband, but in this case, he was only 'assisting' the Air Force to locate Dr. Possible to make sure he was OK. And truly, he wasn't really messing with James Possible, he was going to 'interview' Wade Load, Team Possible's communications guy to inquire about the location of the Possibles.
He stepped out as a large black sedan followed by a black panel van stopped beside him. Excellent! Just as he requested, they brought a van to carry off Mr. Load's computer equipment for analysis and reverse engineering. Eagerly getting in the passenger seat, he failed to notice that the driver, already dressed in black with a balaclava covering his face, was at least thirty pounds lighter and several inches shorter than the usual black ops team member he had borrowed in the past.
As the sedan pulled out of the parking lot onto the main road, he suddenly realized that he hadn't told the driver their target's address. To avoid anyone from 'poaching' his research, he had not entered Wade Load's address in any of the request messages for getting assistance from black ops.
"Are you guys Ops Team 5?" Maybe there was another black op going on today and he just got in the wrong car.
There was a snicker behind him,
"No Duhei-san, we are Yamanouchi Team Orange. I am Renzo and the driver today is Ichiro. We have picked you up to discuss your future involvement with the Mountain. That is, should you desire to have a future…"
The driver, without taking his eyes off the road, said,
"You can start by using the cellphone in your pocket to cancel the request for your black ops team. You may, of course, fake the call and depend on them to come to rescue you. That would be fine for us, we have not had enough hard combat practice on this trip. You might survive that experience."
"What do you want with me?" a nervous Derrick asked.
"My suggestion was to leave your body in a ditch," said the driver.
"Ichiro! This man is our guest.," the black-clad man in the back clapped a hand on their passenger's shoulder. "For some reason, one of Team Cobra's operatives thought that maybe you could be worth more than worm's meat. There are enemies coming and perhaps you and yours could cooperate in defense this time. If you can summon a bit of courage and honor."
Derrick remembered Major Smith's story about the last time they tried a cooperative operation. He decided that he could do better this time. He pulled out his cellphone,
"Hello? This is Derrick Duhei. I need to cancel operation Flatulent Falcon. … Yes, I know they are waiting for me, tell them I owe everyone beers at the Little Mountain Oyster Brewpub. I'll be in touch for when."
Putting his cellphone away, he asked, "So where are we going?"
"Why to see Wade Load and the rest of the Ninja of course…"
CREDITS
All characters are the property of the Disney Company. This is a work of fan fiction.
If it's a Ninja then it's a safe bet that it was directly copied from or inspired by 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 17th, 2018