A.N. This is going to be a short chapter, not at my usual 1200+ words standard. Consider this a mini chapter, a sort of transition phase. In addition, If any of you have ideas on how you want this to end, or want to see how various people are getting along after Kim's 'death' (spoiler alert, she's still alive) pm me. I'm open to ideas, and have about fifteen different endings I could use, but I'm having trouble settling one one. And without further ado, the reason you opened this page.
Kim sat before the newly created doorway in her new chair. It was, simply put, amazing. It had a pair of sonic cannons, one above each shoulder. In addition, it sported a small aircraft engine, a randomly oscillating energy barrier (Which was really cool. Imagine a rubber band ball, with each of its bands spinning in different directions. Now imagine the ball is an energy shield.), an arc power source, and a fold out computer with 250 GB of memory. As Shego had put it, upon completion of the new chair, Kim was now the 'most well-armed invalid in the world.' Kim grinned wickedly. It was good to be back in the game. She glared confidently at the room filled with simian warriors. They glared silently back. They stayed that way, Kim and the monkeys, for quite some time. Up in the observation room, Monkey Fist was furiously rubbing his eyes. He took away his hands, blinked several times, and then rubbed them again. Kim didn't spare him a second glance. Instead, her eyes flickered across the crowd, silently daring one of them to make the first move.
She got her wish.
Maybe the monkey had been moving to attack her. Maybe it'd been trying to run. Maybe it was just itchy. Kim, quite frankly, didn't really care. As soon as she caught the movement, she shot forward into the mass of primates. The barrier that surrounded her chair sent monkeys flying in all directions, slapping them aside with enough force to rock a midsize car. The ninjas began screeching madly, and threw themselves towards the newcomer. Kim chose that moment to fire her cannons. Kim began to chuckle. Then laugh. Then the laughter became booming, and took on a maniacal quality. It was really good to be back.
It was a sight to behold. A young, read haired woman charging around an ancient ruin, firing cannon blasts at monkey ninjas with wild abandon, cackling madly all the while, her insidious laughter drowning out the shrieks of pain and rage. Faced with this opponent, the monkeys decided to flee, those still conscious dragging their less fortunate friends. Kim was left standing in an almost empty room, grinning upwards towards Monkey Fist. He stared back at her, still unwilling to believe his eyes. Kim fired at him. The glass lining the observation room took the hit, but only just. Cracks spiderwebbed across the surface of the reinforced room. Monty, wisely, decided to flee. Discretion was the better part of valour after all. As he turned to leave, a series of crippling blows struck him. He collapsed to the floor. Shego-now dressed in one of Kim's spare uniforms-was left standing over his body, smirking. She covered her ears, and Kim fired her cannons again, shattering the glass front of the observation room. Shego drew her grappling hook, grabbed Monkey Fist, and repelled down to the chamber floor. When she got there, Kim was sitting above the prone forms of Ron and Yori, checking their pulses.
"Kim." Shego clapped a hand on her shoulder. "We have to go."
"We can't just leave them." Kim protested.
"G.J.'s already here, and by now, they'll have cleared most of the base. They can take care of them." Her voice softened for a moment. "Better than we can."
Kim nodded, and picked up Ron's Kimmunicator. She typed a few commands into it, and then accompanied Shego to the exit.
There was a faint. 'Goodbye Ron."
And then they were gone.