Game Plan
Chapter 3
Ron Stoppable stood hunched over in one corner of the huddle. From this vantage point he could barely hear the quarterback. His problem was augmented by the muffling affect of the helmet over his ears. Not that it mattered he knew the QB was just going to hand him the ball and have him run into the center of a sea of flesh hoping Ron would manage the few yard necessary for a first down. Then they could do it all over again.
Ron was feeling quite tired at this point; both physically and mentally. Every time Middleton got the ball he was on the field and regardless of the play book he hadn't memorize it always seemed to be the same. Here Ron take this ball, see if you can find a hole and pray the other team doesn't all end up piling on top of you. At least Shego would leave him alone after he ran away or destroyed some villainous device. With Shego entering into his mind so did the thought of Kim, he hadn't expected her back from the mission yet but that didn't mean he wasn't worried. Letting out a sigh he snapped back to his senses as he heard the clapping of many hands and creaking of plastic armour, play would once again resume.
Stopping in mid stride Ron as well as many others looked up as a blimp slowly slid overhead. His first worry was that Drakken was about to make an entrance but with a second glance the balloon was not the customary black and purple but small white in colour and carrying a bright blue company logo upon the side. He was about to ignore the thing but an area on the lower panel of the dirigible caught his eye was all black. It was small multi-coloured lights imbedded inside allowing advertisements to scroll across.
Some how deep in his gut he knew something was wrong and that the blimp was meant for him. In big block letters the words scrolled across the base of the flying contraption "RON… KIM NEEDS YOUR HELP!!" No idea on how Wade pulled these things off but some how his communications always managed to make it through and with this one the instructions were crystal clear. Kim was in trouble again and he had to rescue her.
Just then a voice bellowed in his ears "Alright ready….Hike!"
Ok maybe he should really of been paying more attention as a mid sized pig skin inflated with air was slammed into his gut and a wall of human flesh surged forwards. Very little stood between Ron Stoppable and a most certain demise but a similar but slightly smaller defensive wall of flesh. His lip twitched, he knew what he needed to do and it wasn't running away screaming like a little girl, at least not this time.
Leaping into action he sprinted towards the nearest player on his own team. Taking a page from the Kim Possible play book Ron leapt upwards catching the player upon the back, boots digging into the flap upon the other player's waist band. Much to the other players surprise Ron lifted himself up and over the players head. His other foot advancing and landing firmly upon the opposing players shoulder. Ron launched himself hurdling thought the air well behind the crashing wave of players. Many of his rivals not to mention team mates were stunned by the maneuver and he was well on his way down the field before many could react. His legs moved piston like plowing down the center line, past the fifty yard stripe. White painted boundaries pasted by like a white picket fence as he flew down the field, his objective the goal post closed in fast. Only when he had pasted the padded metal post did his run finish.
Only seconds were available for Ron Stoppable with the completion of one run a new one began. The referee with his stripped jersey stood and the edge of the field signaling the completion of another touchdown for Middleton and his third of the game. Behind the crowd was going wild chanting his name, waving flags and banners of purple. But he had more pressing matters. Tossing the ball to the ref. Ron took off, dashing off the field across the track and into the stands grabbing his naked mole rat off a pile of towels as he went. In the back ground the echoing chant Hic-a-Bic-a-Bow-Wow.
Up the concrete pathway he dashed, all around him people touched his uniform, patted him on the back and screamed his name. Ignoring them, ignoring his coach Mr. Barkkin imploring him to return, he already knew what the first priority in his life was. Ron just hoped he would be let back on the team when he returned. He had run these stairs many a time and in full uniform and it was no different than before. Ahead the blimp was flying low a thin ladder hanging from the basket beneath.
Reaching the top of the stadium Ron jumped grasping the ladder, hauling himself hand over hand until he stumbled into the gondola. Breathless he lay upon the floor, in his ears droned the sound of the engines revving to full power, sliding slightly as the craft nosed up gaining height and began to speed of towards points unknown.
"That was one heck of a run you pulled off back there kid." The pilot commented as he turned to glimpse that his only passenger was actually in the craft and not hanging off in space.
Ron mumbled his thanks, noticing that his mission clothes were lying on one of the few seats located in this strange vessel. "Where are we headed?" he gasped.
The captain yelled back over the noise "I'm taking you to the airport. There you'll have a few minutes before a hyper-sonic craft takes ya to Hawaii. You ever do som'thin called a halo jump?"
Ron had not and he didn't really like the sound of it either.
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Kim had hurled herself away from the falling latish work, corkscrewing through the air to land well away from the clattering wreckage. Examining as the metal creature stomped towards her crushing everything beneath its huge feet. It wasn't the largest robot she had ever faced but it was the most rock-solid. She knew she had every advantage, the thing moved exceedingly slow. With the super suit surrounding her, the creature would be finished in no time flat.
Her first attack was launched full of furry, her fists and feet lashing out the bright white suit raining destruction with every blow. The metal monstrosity buckled and twisted beneath the strike. A crooked smile was upon Kim's lips, she enjoyed being able to cut loose like this and with the power of the suit augmenting her natural abilities things were just so much more enjoyable.
The creature had slowed after her assault, its movements not as precise as before. It seemed to change tactics. Watching suspiciously Kim noticed that it ceased marching towards her and instead shifted towards the drums aligned against the wall. Grasping the paltry metal drums in its thick hands it proceeded to crumple one container after another sending a thick white gooey liquid slowly steaming about the floor. Discarding the crumpled bits of debris the monstrosity began its relentless drive in the direction of our heroin.
Slightly confused by the move Kim ignored the streaming slim and concentrated upon the more pressing problem. Hurdling herself high into the air she came crashing down upon the creatures shoulders. Metal buckled and deformed beneath her feet. With both fists balled into one Kim brought them crashing down upon the back of the apparatuses head. With a satisfying clang ringing in her ears Kim leapt off the shoulders of the monster, back flipping over and landing upon the slippery floor, her balance uneven she skidded to a halt not far from the equipment.
Almost as soon as she came to a standstill pain arched from her toes and up her ankles. Letting out a surprised screech Kim leapt free of the slime that now coated the soles of her boots. The stinging didn't stop but continued on until the feel of the boots wasn't right.
Insuring she was far enough out of the grip of the electronic nightmare, Kim knelt down before the liquid letting a slight bit touch her fingers and immediately the shock ripped through her digits and down the arm ending almost at her shoulder. It was almost like the suit was rebelling against her.
Pulling the kimmunicator out, she had to get hold of Wade ask him what was going on. Right now she needed some advice on how to put an end to this assault. The tiny blue machine chirped away whenever she struck a key but the screen came up empty no sign of the coloured boy that was her technical advisor just a blue screen that stated no signal available. Ignoring the pain Kim slid a tiny portion into a panel that opened into the top of the device, she would get an analysis of her own. She may not be a techno geek but she was no fool and would figure things out for herself. The door closed and the results were abrupt, sparks shot forth, smoke appeared out the back accompanied by the whiff of ozone, the tiny device had died a quick and horrible death.
Staring down shocked at the black screen Kim knew what Dementor's plan was. He still wanted the suit. This slime was designed to fry out the circuitry in her costume rendering it useless. With the suit gone he figured the machine would finish her off. Later he would come back, retrieve the outfit and deconstruct it so as to build himself one. Using it to take over the world. Well Kim Possible wasn't finished just yet and she definitely was not going to be taken down by a cheep robot.
A blur motion caught her attention and her reaction was almost too late as Kim was forced to twist backwards crashing onto the floor belly first, energy shield raised. One of the barrels glanced off the blue force bubble adjacent to her head, the metal smashing into the ground slightly behind her. Portions of the top ripped open spilling the contents in all directions. Seconds past before waves of pain shot up her spine and about her sides, the slime had quickly eaten through the bubble catching her about the rear, destroying several on board systems of the suit.
Teeth and fingers tightly clenched in frustrated pain Kim Possible felt the suit rebel and die about her very frame. Sparks could be seen emerging for an instant from the power source. The normal elated feeling of having power coarse about her limbs was gone, replaced by the dull sense of numbness as the super suit was not much more than another set of clothes sitting rather more heavily than the majority of others. Kim hoped this wasn't the end of the costume and that Wade could repair the garment before her next major encounter.
Backing up but still keeping a watchful eye for any tricks, Kim slid her hand behind her and began rifling through her belt looking for something to even up the odds.
A wicked smile crossed her face as the object of her desire slid through her fingers. Leaping back, placing a greater distance between herself and her combatant she readied her next attack. Taking the small bit of explosives normally used for entering through the walls and locked doors from her pack Kim placed the detonator into the small lump of putty and set the charge. Stampeding forward she leapt over the mechanisms head, before landing Kim twisted her body so she now faced the automatons back and slammed the charge into it's thigh, bonding the putty on impact. Not wasting a moment she leapt away hiding behind the only cover available, a stack of drums placed upon wooden skids. A satisfying explosion rent through the air, arms covering her eyes protecting them from the light and heat. Hair whipping about her face Kim smiled to herself. That was the end of that.
Kim twisted as an unexpected shadow sliced past her, smashing into the drums sending them crashing in multiple directions, spilling forth their contents. Tucking in her body Kim summer salted and rolled until her bulk crashed into the base of the wall. She next scrambled across the floor placing still more space between her and the monstrosity.
She must have improperly placed the charge. The creature still stirred, a little slower now, the damage caused by the explosion was minor, ripping much of the armour about its thigh. The interior machinations were still intact allowing it to move freely. And that it did crashing on through the slime oblivious to the slickness underneath it continued to move towards her.
Kim thought to herself this was going to take a little more effort than first anticipated. The villains were learning and making there toys tougher and harder to kill. Ignoring the relentless pursuit Kim rifled through the contents of her equipment pouch looking for something more to take down the opposition.
Grinning, an evil contented smile Kim launched a new offensive. Pitching several smoke pellets into expressionless face she watched with satisfaction as the thing stopped to readjust itself and so Kim began her next move. With her lipstick in hand she hurled herself at the robot. Sliding between the things legs she ignited the laser hidden inside the small canister and rammed the contents into the damaged cavity she had created moments ago. She had come up with this plan several days after the disastrous battle with the rodent wearing her father's battle suit. It was advantageous to sit back and plane for different contingencies.
As the thing turned she noted with some satisfaction that a warm glow had begun to form in the hip of the appliance, it was only a matter of time before the laser managed to cut through something critical. Now she just had to wait for that something to happen or if Kim could last that long; her bag of tricks was running empty.
Kim couldn't or wouldn't wait. Her new aggression was launched at full speed taking advantage of the sluggishness of the creation. Pushing herself hard off the ground Kim boosted herself high into the atmosphere so that the full force of her body smashed down upon the head of the automaton. Foot crashing down the youthful heroin impacted solidly upon the shoulders and then proceeded to lay a beating upon her enemy. Fists pounded down multiple times before she was forced to leap to safety as heavy hands reached upward colliding into its own face, horrid crunching noises resounded as the things face was dented mildly.
Kim had vaulted off the shoulders of the creation twisting about to land almost tumbling on to her backside sliding in the almost ankle deep liquid. Feet sliding desperately about Kim waited; her little bag of tricks was still not spent. Standing in the gunk she was surprised that very little pain was occurring, the lower half of the suit must be lifeless. As the beast tromped about to face her she grasped hold of her final lipstick, the ones without the waxy coating for her lips. Now with the creature facing her glaring down with uncaring eyes she fired away. Taking careful aim she glowered down the length of the barrel and pressed the trigger. From within the tube emerged her own foul substance, a pink liquid that would adhere and harden to any surface it stuck to. That surface was the face and eyes of Dementor's creation. Her aim was true and the pink slop splattered over the head and down the shoulders welding fast.
Machination stopped cold. Kim could hear the wiring of motors as the thing began to calculate what to do next. Not wasting a moment Kim began pounding and kicking at the machine. Aiming for the damaged section of its hip she battered away hoping to cause its final destruction. Her limbs felt tired and worn out as she pummelled away continuing long after the pain racked her body.
In an instant Kim was forced to duck and cartwheel away as the creation began its relentless drive towards her devastation. It was just as she figured, there was more than one mode of sensors imbedded somewhere inside that thing. With the optics coated there must be another way it could see her but where that sensor was she could not begin to guess.
Scrambling away she needed to place more space between herself and the thing, hopefully come up with a plan. Growling to under her breath Kim wished she had the kimmunicator that way she could call for her, maybe get the army to blast the thing, at least get Ron. Not that the second option left her with much confidence.
With a quick glance her plan formed. Continued attack would only serve to tire her out and inflict more pain upon her poor limbs. The only place to go was skyward. Knowing the tiny grapple in the sleeve of her right arm didn't need a power source she aimed towards the ceiling her target one of the oversized beams near the row of windows along the roof. Kim's free hand rested upon the trigger, screwing her one eye shut she mentally made the calculations to compensate for the fall the heavier clasp. Pressing down the trigger let out a small bang fallowed by the whip like sound of the cable playing out. A gratifying twang of the impact as the fastener impacted solidly against the ceiling.
Pulling back on the trigger set forth the mechanism needed to real in the line. Everything moved in slow motion but some life still remained in the suits batteries and moments before the creations hand made to grasp hold of his slimy prey Kim was gone. Every inch of the way the contraption in her suit whined and moaned in complaint as it battled gravity trying to pull Kim to the very edge of the ceiling.
Hanging at the very periphery of the roof Kim looked down from her great height, the engine had craned its neck, bending way back and was looking up at her. Somehow it could view her every action regardless of the coating upon its face. Above her the windowed area was slightly raised above the metal sheet ceiling. The iron work encasing the windows was old and rusted, the glass was stained yellow and refused to budge. Either locked or fused shut. That didn't matter now her goal was to stop the monster before it got her or ran amuck on some city street. Hanging from her perch Kim rooted through the remaining things in her pack, attempting to find the necessary equipment to remove the threat.
Something smashed up against the heavy metal beam mere inches from Kim's body tossing her about like a wind chime. The grapple disengaged slightly bouncing her violently. Shaking her head at the ever stirring scene Kim grasped for clarity of mind and the spectacle was not to her liking. Near the wall by a skid of drums the machine had seized another barrel and hurled it at the helpless girl.
Sailing at a colossal speed the black missile drove towards Kim, smashing against the same beam bending the barrel horribly in the center sending forth a stream of sludge with the same force as a water cannon. Screeching Kim felt the cable give once more as her suit totally failed, the slime rendering the circuitry dead. In a blurred haze the ground strove forward to meet Kim Possible. Smashing her fist against the mechanism mounted in her arm the cable had to grab so as to save her life.
At the final instant the tiny claws snapped together stopping short her plummet jerking her about like a rag doll, one arm feeling like it had been ripped from its socket.. With her body spinning and twisting about Kim could do very little to save herself from mistreatment. Her bulk spinning at the end of the line the youthful heroin watched in horror as the thing picked up another drum and made ready to pitch.
Though what remained of the suit complained Kim wrenched the grapple mechanism forcing the crimp to engage severing the line. The drum sailed past missing Kim but she dropped several meters to the ground, landing harshly upon her back the wind knocked from her body. Knowing she should move quickly but unable to do so her head hurt and her body ached as she fought for breath, Kim could feel the slim begin to seep around the suit and knew what was coming next. The liquid began to eat into the fabric between the layers of armour and into the electrical. A jolt ripped through her body, fingers clawing at the air, eyes tightly shut as the suit began ripping itself apart.
Shock waves rumbled through the floor, the creature was on the move again advancing towards her a single barrel in each hand. With the suit dead about her frame it was now no better than a normal set of clothing, the colour was no longer white but coated in a creamy pallid slime, the powers destroyed it now had a yellowed look, old and worn out.
Feeling like a fish out of water as she gasped for breath the injured teen succeeded in rolling over and beginning to rise, Kim could feel the acidic substance dribbling from her body turning it slick and gooey. Long red hair stuck to her face in lengthy tendrils and in many places it dribbled in long strips off her body and pooled about on the floor. Nearby where she stumbled were the several drums broken open leaking there contents about on the earth, metal containment shattered and ruined. Between her open fingers the gunk spread out webbing. The only plus was the white gunk was very slowly eating away at her foe.
Both barrels shot upwards shattering into the overhead beams spilling forth the contents in every direction. Slipping and sliding about Kim dodged the downward plunge of liquid, massive droplets splashed up against her. The liquid was now so slick about the floor she could no longer keep her balance and collapsed to the ground once more. It was useless trying to rise again her limbs just skittered about the floor and Kim splashing into the mess time and again.
With the creature almost towering over her, fists raised in unison, all it would need is several more steps before it was upon her. Closing her eyes Kim waited for the inevitable.