In my last intro, I wondered aloud if I was the first fan-writer to make the Shego-green Orion woman association.
My fellow fan-author LoveRobin informs me that my other fellow fan-writer MrDrP already has. Thank ye, lass.
But alack, my dear--I too am in the non-KiGo camp--but you know that.
But I'm tickled to have you as a reader--and to be a reader of your stuff
Eh. So I'm not the first guy with the bright idea.
Bobboky: Drakken will not be taking advantage of Kim's absence. He will share in her loss--as you will see.
screaming phoenix: ya want more? Ya got it!
Mr. Wizard: where do any of us get our ideas? Thank you. And I'm a little curious myself to see where it goes.
Muzzlehatch: no noggins on the wall. That's not what the Orion Guild is about--as you will see.
I sort of rewrote the ending of Kim Possible: Graduation with regards to Drakken and Shego. You'll see what I mean.
Kim Possible was created by Mark McCortle and Bob Schooley. Star Trek was created by Gene Roddenberry.
SLAVE GIRLS OF THE ORION CARTEL
chpt. 2
Felix and Zita stared horror-stricken at the spot in the sky where Kim and her unknown captor had just disappeared.
"Oh, Felix--what're we gonna do?" whispered Zita.
"Tell ya what I'm gonna do!" said Felix through clenched teeth. "I'm goin' after them!" He punched a button on his wheelchair armrest. The wheels flipped down for their lift-off mode.
"No!" Zita yelled. "Don't be estupido! You're no match for her!"
"Then what you suggest?" barked Felix. But there was no sound in the mechanism of the wheelchair. "Dammit! She's fused the circuitry!" He struck the armchair with his fist.
Ron had scrambled on all fours through the sand to the spot where Rufus lay unmoving. He picked the little animal up and and cuddled it desperately to his chest. "Rufus! C'mon! Little buddy!"
Rufus moaned and his eyes slowly opened.
Ron snuggled Rufus to his cheek, "Rufe! Thank God! You're alive!" He glanced hurriedly around. He set Rufus down gently in the sand. "Dude! You stay here! Take it slow! You're not ready to travel yet." He snatched up both Kim's and his own backpacks and ran to Kim's Sloth, kicking up sand. He pulled out his Ronunicator and frantically punched buttons.
"Wade! Warmonga's sister! She took Kim! We gotta do something! Global Justice! Mr. Dr. P's Keppler rocket thing!"
Wade's mouth dropped. "But Ron--you and Shego took it! It got left up in orbit--they're trying to figure out how to pilot it back down--!"
Ron swore. He jumped in the Sloth driver's seat--and slapped his forehead. "Dammit! The marshmallows!" Like a madman, he raced to the trunk, flung it open and dug the bags of marshmallows out.
A gentle hand was laid on his arm. "Ron--said Zita softly, "You're going to kill yourself--stop."
"Whadya mean? If I can get this buggy airborne, I can go after her!"
Zita grasped him by the shoulders. "Ron--Kim told me just a while ago--you've never driven the Sloth in flight mode--Kim has flight training--you don't."
"WTF do you know?" wailed Ron. "That Lowardian 'ho' is getting away! Now step back!" He slammed the trunk door shut--only to see Felix in the driver's seat.
"What are you doing?" screeched both Ron and Zita.
"How did you get there?" asked Ron, bewildered.
"I crawled," said Felix.
"And what're you gonna do? Become the world's first disabled astronaut?" barked Zita.
"Sorry, babe," said Felix curtly. "Gotta do it--for Kim." He turned to Ron "Zita's right, Ron--you've taken a couple body blows--and before you say anything, hear me out--you may rock at video games--but I've had real-life experience piloting aircraft. I've even logged time on a Sloth mock-up--courtesy of Wade, Kim, and her brothers.
Ron stared from Felix to Zita. "Let's boogie, Felix." He ran around Zita to the passenger door of the Sloth.
Zita exploded. "You are crazy--loco--both of you! Ron--you can't be serious!"
Ron shook his head. "Note--serious--face! Take care Rufus, Zita! And stand back! This thing has a wicked wake!"
The Sloth doors slammed shut. The wheels spun. The trunk flipped open and the rocket thrusters deployed. And in a moment it was hurtling into the skies.
Zita clutched her head in panic and frustratation. She stared after the rapidly shrinking purple dot. "You idiotes! I love you both! Por Dios! Come back safe! Please!"
Kim stared at the picnic area at Lovelorn Lake beach. Felix Renton had been tossed from his wheelchair and was crawling toward it. Ron was lying on the sand, motionless. Everything had a red tint, staring through the force field bubble.
She was wearing only her two-piece swimsuit. The floor of the force bubble was cool and smooth on her bare feet--and her forearms were tightly clamped behind her back in the Lowardian's iron grip.
A sob issued from her lips. "Ron!" The scene of what had been her happy day swiftly shrank as she ascended in the bubble.
The huge woman laughed disdainfully. "Grieving for your lost love? This is but the beginning of sorrows, little warrior."
Kim suppressed her emotion. Head in the game, she told herself. She would not give her abductor the sastifaction. She struggled against the iron grip that bound her wrists behind her. Impulsively, she lashed out with her foot, striking the Lowardian woman's ankle.
The captor winced. And laughed again. "Resist as you will, Kim Possible. It is not my intent to harm you any more than is absolutely necessary. I want you to remain unmarred."
Kim turned her head as well as she could to glare at her adversary. "You're not Warmonga--we've established that."
She shook her head. "My name is Battalia. Warmonga was my older sister."
Kim tried to keep the quaver out of her voice. "Where are you taking me?"
"Beyond the stars, little Terran girl. But before we depart, I must fetch my other passenger. Your old friend. You can keep each other company on the voyage."
"Old friend?"
"You will soon see. Or perhaps you have already guessed--it is the other female who is responsible for my sister's death."
Shego! "This 'beyond the stars'--are we going all the way there in this bubble--if I can ask?"
Battalia laughed. "Yes, Kim Possible, you may ask to your heart's content. No, the force field is not intended for interstellar travel. I have a ship in orbit--which you will see after my other captives joins us."
Kim said nothing more. That's when I make my move--when we land again. On her wrist was her Kimmunicator. With her arms pinned behind her, nothing could be done right now. But wait a bit, and--
They descended rapidly. In the dark, it was impossible to tell where they were.
"I am sorry, Kim Possible," said Battalia. "I must sedate you while I go for my other quarry.
Kim could see Battalia's other arm reaching toward her with a pointed object in her hand--and the girl galvanized. She suddenly twisted her arms in Battalia's grasp. She touched a button on the Kimmunicator.
There was a bright flash and a crackled of electricity. Kim closed her eyes to avoid the flash.
Battalia was blinded by the flash and stunned by the electrical shock. She fell back onto the force bubble floor, still gripping Kim's arms.
But the grip was loosened. Kim pulled free. She kicked and punched at Battalia's chest, neck and face. For a moment, Battalia was overwhelmed.
Kim weighed her chances. She's twice as big as me--and there's no room in here to avoid her. Then Kim saw the pointed instrument. She leaned over to grab it.
Battalia brought up her fist and struck Kim in her side. The blow knocked the breath out of her. She fell back gasping. And Battalia cuffed Kim on the side of her head. Kim lay stunned.
Battalia sank the needle into Kim's back, and the girl went limp. "Those were not killing blows, little warrior," muttered the Lowardian. "I begin to see how you were able to vanquish my sister and her general. I thought I could anticipate your every move" She took the Kimmunicator off Kim's wrist.
Of course. I thought it was merely ornamental. But she does not think like a Lowardian. If she did, she would have waited until she and her friend were aboard my ship. They could have overcome me there and blown us all up--as her man did to my sister's vessel. But she lacks a warrior's fatalism. She still fights with the hope of returning home. She fights to incapacitate--not to kill. The other will have no such qualms.
Battalia reflected a moment. I begin to wonder--am I being premature? Perhaps the marketplace of Orion is not the proper place for these two after all. Someone of her spirit--if she were to learn the ways of the Klingons--or the Romulans--or even the Vulcans--I should hate to meet her if she were carrying a lirpah.
It was a quiet night in the new Canadian lair. Best thing I ever did--moving up north--apart from hooking up with her, Drakken said to himself. World conquest and maintaining a cadre of henchmen was nothing but a source of tension headaches and a drain on the expense account.
The Canadian Rockies of Alberta were awe-inspiring in their beauty. The Canadian government had absolved him of that little thing with the weather machine and had deeded him and Shego this little patch of territory. He tried to keep the electrical consumption to a minimum. The facility was powered by solar panel, biomass--and an occasional infusion of Shego's plasma energy.
He tinkered with inventions--and teleconferenced with Dementor when he needed some geek fellowship--and with Motor Ed when he needed some tech support--and of course the daily call to Mother. Somehow the woman found her way even to this corner of the world.
When they needed to go urban, for some groceries or nightlife, they took a quick hovercraft to nearby Calgary.
Shego had her fashion magazines--and her gossip magazines--and her martial arts workout--and at night she had him.
And every sunrise, he was left to wonder--what in the world did she do with all this pent-up sexual energy when she was just my sidekick?
Life was golden.
Shego stirred restlessly in bed. Couldn't sleep. She reached over to the space next to her. Empty.
She laughed to herself. Of course. He's at the lab. Inventing.
They had been like a married couple for years. Bickering. Arguing. Plotting together. Bickering some more. Reconciling. Occasionally walking out on each other. Always coming back. Remembering each other at holidays and birthdays.
And it finally hit her. Between the eyes. Like a ton of bricks. She loved him. That was the only reason for jacking a spaceship and going to his rescue when the Lowardian tractor beam seized him and dragged him into the sky.
She quit once. When he wanted to clone her. She came back from the French Riviera with her gentleman escort. Now there was a set of pec's. Honest to goodness. The guy was almost as buff as her brother Hego. Knew how to please her, in a variety of ways. Took her places between the sheets she had never been. But he wasn't--him.
She had pulled up in the sports car with the top down. Kimmie had just melted his entire army of clones with carbonated beverage. "Now--what have we learned?"
He had behaved like a kid who was caught for some little offense--like sneaking cookies. "Ngh--no clones."
She had blurted it out during the time she had the Moodulator electronic chip stuck on her. "I just think you're so cute!"
And she was aghast with the realization as she chased him lobbing green plasma balls at his feet. I really care for this yutz! All the sh!t I put up with! Compliance chips! Whack plans! We steal stuff that he doesn't know what it's for! Secret Ray X--to cure the common cold! Stupid inventions! Brain drain shampoo and silly hats! Now I see why he steals stuff more than he builds it! Stupid excuses! 'Outsourcing' he calls it! And his mother drives me insane! I left my brothers without a single regret! But it would kill me to lose him!
And he knew it, too--when they almost embraced each other in Warmonga's starship.
She would've had a good deal if she had stayed with Señor Senior, Jr. The kid was loaded. Had some brains between his ears, too, when he decided to use them. Learned villainy lessons like a pro. And as buff as any body builder. Didn't mistreat her--that was rare among the men she knew.
Steve Barkin would've been someone worth staying with. Rough around the edges--like her.
But every man had the same recurrent fault--not one of them was--him!
And the moment came when he received the special medal and citation from the United Nations. He was honored. By their former villain colleagues. By her brothers. By the entire world.
He looked as confused as he did when Kimmie used to defeat them. She half expected him to forget himself and blurt out "You think you're All That, Kim Possible--but you're not even close!"
Her heart swelled with pride. And then that stupid vine grew out of the back of his neck again. It encircled them both, binding them together--
--that lost puppy look in his eyes--he mouthed the words I love you.
She almost started bawling again--like the Moodulator. She covered her face with her hands.
"What's wrong," he asked.
"You creep!" she whispered fiercely. "You're making me cry!"
He laughed and grasped her hand. It was the day that changed everything.
The light under the crack of the door indicated he was in ht next room. Then the light switched off and the door opened. Soft footsteps crossed the room. She smiled to herself. He was trying to tiptoe. In the old days, whenever they pulled a theft, she was the one with the ninja skills of silence.. He was as clumsy as Stoppable.
He came within reach and removed his blue lab coat. she reached out from under the covers and grasped his hand.
He jumped slightly. "Hah!" he said quietly. "You startled me. Did I wake you? I tried to be quiet."
She sniggered. "I've been waiting for you, D. Now come to bed. I'm a naughty little girl. And before I can get to sleep tonight, you need to hold me down while you correct me."
Drakken chuckled. She was incorrigible.
He had just lay down and drawn the covers up when--
--With a suddenness that dazed them both, the wall exploded. Drakken was slammed into the opposite wall. Shego was blown from the bed and lay stunned.
Drakken struggled to rise. He wiped the dust out of his eyes and tried to focus. And he muttered, "My God--it can't be--"
It was a Lowardian female--perhaps even Warmonga somehow.
Drakken had trained himself to expect this event. Let others take it for granted that the invaders had given up. He knew better. An adversary determined enough to return a second time would return a third time--and so on. Kimmie had taught him that.
And he was prepared.
They were with him at all times. Showering. Sleeping. Inventing. Making love. The parts he needed.
Shego had noticed weeks ago. "D--what the heck--since when did you start wearing bling?"
He was nonchalant. "Oh, the medallion is a gift from Mother."
Shego had to squint. Sure enough. A light chain around his neck holding a sterling heart-shaped charm with To My Drew-Bee / A Mother Couldn't Be More Proud engraved on it. "And the ring?"
He smiled rather bashfully. "Well--er--uh--it's--um--to commemorrate our new--ah--relationship."
She took his hand and had to really squint. It was a plain silver band with the words Shego and Drakken / Kissy Face Forever.
She laughed uproariously. "D! Is this like a wedding band?"
Plainly he was mortified. "Well--ngh--you know my sentimental streak--and if you want--I can make one for you--"
She laughed until tears came. "Drak--you are so whack! C'mon, you Big Blue Love Machine--show me your stuff!"
He grasped the heart-shaped charm and yanked. The light chain broke. He snapped it onto his ring. The parts clicked into place and the circuitry started to hum.
It was the smallest death ray he had ever invented.
A yellow beam struck the Lowardian square in the chest and blew her back out of the room.
Drakken was standing wobbly on his feet by the time the female climbed back into the room. The beam struck her in the forehead.
Unfortunately, the female was also ready. A circular force field surrounding her deflected the beam. She pointed a finger at him. A flicker of red lightning shot from it, and his death ray ring shorted out in a shower of sparks.
Shego tried to resist. She ignited her hands and aimed them in the direction of her assailant.
But the other lifted up red glowing palms, and twin force bubbles surrounded Shego's upper arms.
"It's the she-thing!" Shego gasped. "Warmonga!"
"My last captive fought back. I must be more cautious." With one hand, she lifted Shego by the hair. With the other hand, she pinched Shego's neck near the shoulder blade.
Shego went limp. Battalia tossed over her shoulder like a garment.
Drakken tried one last ploy. The mutated flowering plant vine. It erupted from the back of his neck. "Attack!" he commanded. And the vine shot toward the stranger.
She threw up her scarlet force field globe. The constricting vine wrapped around it. But there was a crimson blaze, and the vine was reduced to ash
The huge warrioress chortled in dreadful mirth. "Yes. I expected this. The 'cheerful attack' that my sister treated so lightly." The Lowardian then motioned.
Drakken felt himself stiffen into immobility. He could not move a muscle. He could not even blink--or breathe.
"Come here, Drakken." she demanded.
He was lifted off his feet. He floated toward her.
She glared at him. "My sister made two mistakes. First--her revenge was disproportionate to her injured ego. She and her muscle-bound general sought to conquer a world. She squandered much time and effort. I seek only to conquer those who killed her. Second--she felt a Lowardian's disdain for a world of lesser technology. My teachers taught me--never underrate an opponent."
Drakken levitated to with inches of the Lowardian's face.
She smiled evilly. "Of all my sister's foes on this pathetic little world, you are the one most practiced in deception. All the rest had courage--and battle skills. Perhaps that is why she underestimated you worst of all. You are the most subtle--the most learned. That is why this tragedy will wound you in a way unlike all the others. You have the intellect of a god--but the heart of a petulant spoilt brat. You are deep--and yet you are shallow--without the inner strength of character that the others have to draw from. Without your woman, you will wither and die--like this vine."
How ironic, Drakkan said to himself. She's gloating--just as I used to do But everything she's saying is right. She's looking right through me. But he was growing faint. Spots appeared in his vision.
She waved her hand, and Drakken could inhale again. He drew deep gasping breaths.
"My sister's infatuation with the Great Blue blinded her to the obvious. You are no more the prophesied Leader than your woman is a Lowardian." She smirked. "But she already has the makings of an excellent green animal woman."
Drakken was completely confused. "Last captive--green animal woman--I don't understand--!"
"You will learn soon enough." She grinned sadistically. "I leave you with this name, 'O Great Blue', to remember, when you grieve for your woman, as I grieve for my sister--Battalia. I leave you also with the despair. My sister is dead. Your woman is destined for a life of shame--as an imperial concubine on some distant world--courtesy of the Orion Slave Guild." With a careless wave of her hand, Drakken was tossed back to the floor like a rag doll.
Shego was beginning to awaken. "Drakken--" she gasped. . "--Please--don't let her--take me--."
Battalia's cruel laughter rang in his ears. There was a flash of red as she stood by the hole in the wall--and they were gone!
"Shego!" he screamed.
to be continued