I do not own the Disney characters named herein, and am only using them for a nonprofit tale meant to entertain only.
Kim Possible: Rogue
By LJ58
22
"No," Hego gasped as the island rumbled with muted thunder just before a burst of blinding light erupted from out of the ground.
In its wake a series of flaming geysers broke the surface, incinerating anyone too close, and burning more than a few close enough to feel the overwhelming heat. Even Hego recoiled from that intense fiery geyser that exploded out of the ground near the left hatch that he helped watch to ensure no new reinforcements came out of as they tried to hold their line.
Most of the remaining alien forces, and their human supporters were lost in that first, massive explosion, and more than a few of those not outright slain howled in madness as they realized their stronghold had just gone up in flame.
"Shego," Mego rasped, standing near Hego just then, helping to pull him away from the surging flames that still spouted up into the air, the heat so intense that what ice and snow was left on the island vaporized more than it melted.
Steam filled the air, further obstructing their vision, and forcing the aircraft to back away from the exploding geysers, but as fast as they had erupted, they began to fade, and the flaming towers dropped, and disappeared, leaving only steaming vents in the ground now littered with bodies from both sides.
"Was Stoppable still down there," the archer that had backed up the Marines asked as he joined the Sergeant-Major Dunstan who stood as close as he dared to the nearest, still steaming vent.
"They all were," the Marine told him somberly. "Possible, Shego, and that young girl that went after them."
"Damn," the blonde archer murmured, staring at the remains of the tank that now looked like melted slag after the explosions. All the survivors simply stood and stared, those able moving to help the injured not already cleared by the Wegos. The Marines made a point of putting down any alien survivors wherever they were found.
Even though they might be wounded, they were not taking chances.
Behind Hego, the Possible's rocket was now coming back down to land, and Dr. Possible himself was the first one off the ship, despite the fact he was likely the one piloting it after they saw who else was aboard.
"Hego," James called out. "Where are….?"
"They were….down there," Hego told the man, and looked grim as all eyes went back to the smoldiering entrance to the underground facility.
"No," the rocket scientist gasped.
"Actually, guys," Kim's cheerful tone cut in from behind them. "We're right here."
James spun around with Hego, and several others, and just gaped.
Behind the group of weary, battered men and women, Kim, Shego, Ron, and Yori stood close together, smiling with the relief of just being alive.
"Shego," Hego cried.
"Kimmie-cub!"
"Dad," the redhead groaned as more than a few sniggers sounded from around them.
"How did you get out," Mego exclaimed, staring at Shego and Kim, and finding it hard to believe even they had survived those explosions.
"The Tweebs," Kim nodded toward her father. "They had a lock on us the entire time. Of course, we didn't know it until we were making a run for it, and ended up on the far side of the island just about the time the place blew up behind us."
"That does it," James declared. "I'm raising their allowances!"
Kim chuckled at that, but Shego was just looking relieved.
"So, is it over," Dunstan asked her. "Did you….shut everything down."
"Yes, and no," Kim told them, and the Marine sergeant-major wasn't the only one to groan.
"We saw a global map down there," Shego told them. "This was one of five points on the map that were marked. There are likely four more points that may well be similar facilities to this one. Which means…."
"There could four more gates," Drew gasped. "Four more entryways for them to exploit."
"Oh….snap," James Possible moaned, knowing what that could mean.
"What do we do now?"
"We let the world know, and organize a full offensive," Kim told the Marine.
"China should be neutralized. I sent a few….friends in to get rid of the false premier there. And anyone helping him," Ron told them.
"Friends," the burly Marine frowned at Ron.
"Trust me," Shego grinned at the skeptical soldier. "Stoppable's buddies aren't the kind to get caught. Or blunder."
Ron just nodded, then looked around.
"Where's Hiro?"
"He was hurt in the second wave," Hego told him. "He was evacuated just before the explosions started. He should be okay, though."
"Good," Ron nodded. "Kim, where to, now? You know we're all with you."
"Most of us, anyway," Shego murmured, noticing a growing schism in the civilian group now that the fighting was done, and certain lines were being drawn once again.
At the core of one side was a short, stocky man still armed to the teeth, and looking very smug.
"You'd better not count your schnitzels just yet, Demenz," Shego told him, noting he seemed the core of one group. "We saw a map that suggests we still have at least four more sites to bring down to prevent that full-scale invasion. So, who is still with us, because we have got to go now, before they can counter our attack here."
"If they haven't already," someone murmured grimly.
The mad scientist frowned as he looked from Shego, to the others, and finally to Kim.
"Zhere are more of these devils," he demanded of the redhead. "Zis is true?"
"Unfortunately," Kim nodded at him. "And unless we make sure they don't have a way to open those dimensional gates, we still face billions of their kind swarming our world."
The man suddenly smirked.
"Dimensional vortexes, you say?"
"Oh, no," Shego groaned.
"Shego?"
"I know that look."
"So do I," Drew grumbled. "He's about to suggest something stupid."
"Ha! The only stupidity here would be coming from you, you tiny-brained pretender!"
"Boys, boys," Electronique cut in. "Bear in mind I do not wish to live on a planet of monzterz. Zo play nice, or I vill cool you off," the woman warned in a teasing, yet ominous tone.
Drew, who had just spent the last thirty minutes praying to reach solid ground alive, did not say a word.
Dementor merely glared.
"Fine," he finally spat. "For now, I, Professor Dementor, shall remain your ally, Kim Possible. Now, do you vish to be hearing my very good, und smarter than Drakken, idea?"
"Indoor voice," someone moaned at his surprisingly loud bellowing query, and Kim sighed.
"It couldn't hurt," Shego sighed, shrugging when Kim looked her way. "Although, I have an idea I know what he's thinking."
"Do you?"
Professor Dementor chortled as he eyed Shego, and smirked.
"I wager you could not begin to imagine what my creative genius has conjured to help us overwhelm these inferior demons!"
"Fine. Tell us. So we get to the part where we laugh at you," Shego sighed.
The short man glowered anew, but Kim noted that Dunstan was listening, and she had to admit, that any idea might just help just then. Because time was certainly going to be an issue since by now the others had to know that this facility had been destroyed.
"Vell," Dementor smiled manically. "It is obvious that Kim Possible has access to a teleporter. Perhaps my very own transportulator? Admit it, you stole my idea!"
Kim groaned.
"The idea," the redhead asked. "Remember, time is critical."
"It's is quite simple Fraulein Possible," he smirked as he sauntered over, resting the barrel of one weapon over a shoulder. The other pointedly held at his side so he could easily snap it up in an instant, ready for use.
The look in Shego's eyes suggested he shouldn't even consider that plan unless he wished to join the smoldering corpses around them.
"You have the transportulator, ja?"
"We can teleport, if safe, and if planned properly," she told him.
"So, we teleport a pan-dimensional vortex bomb into each facility, and boom. No more invaders on my world," he cackled.
"Four pan-dimensional bombs across the globe, simultaneously exploding," James exclaimed. "Are you insane?"
"I think that's a given," Drew sighed. "I always wondered if that helmet he wore wasn't too tight…."
"My helmet was not too tight," Dementor thundered, his bearded face flushed darker than Kim's hair. "Your brains are too tiny to see the genius that is I, Professor Demen….."
"We got it," Shego cut him off. "We got it the first dozen bellows. Still, Kim," she said, turning to her. "He does have an idea."
"Ah, see? Even the crazy woman thinks….."
He fell silent as Shego's eyes locked on Dementor's smug visage.
"Being silent now," he yipped when it looked like one of Shego's twitching eyes was actually burning. Literally….burning.
"We can use the transporter, to target, and destroy any power source they're using," she told Kim. "Without a gateway, we can then attack without fear of their opening a gate. Or keeping one open."
"And if they did copy the cold-fusion design that Dr. Romanov used, we already know the energy signature to hunt for in those locations," Kim realized, and lifted her left arm. "Tweebs, it's Kim."
"We overheard everything," Jim declared, his face on the watch. "We have Wade fine-tuning the search now, but if you have those coordinates, that will help. Meanwhile, we'll start crafting a few remote mines to send in. You should know, though, that someone in Russia wants to use nukes. Your fight down there has already hit the airwaves, and General Flagg, the real one, commandeered the media to put out the word about what was really going on."
"Nukes? Are they insane," Shego hissed. "That only hurts us," she complained.
"Well, considering none of the targets are in Russian territory," Kim muttered.
"Makes you wonder how they'd know that already," Drew asked blandly.
They all turned to look at him.
"What? It's a simple question. Based on simple logic."
"Well, there you go," Dementor sniggered. "You were always best at being simple."
Drew glowered potently at the man.
"Boys, I'm sending you the targets we saw on the map. Get to work, and work fast. Meanwhile, relay those coordinates to Flagg, and every legitimate government military we can trust. We have to hit them, and hit fast. That's going to be our only chance."
"I'm guessing you don't want to us to wait about spiking their systems," Tim asked pointedly.
"Hit them any way you can, as hard as you can."
Tim grinned, and said, "Don't worry. I think we might have a secret weapon none of us counted on."
"We do," Shego ago.
"Trust us," the twins crowed over the link. "Now, you guys finished there, or do we send you someplace else yet?"
Kim eyed the group around her.
"Professor Dementor, I want to send half our people with you, and hit the Austrian facility now."
"Ja, that I can do," he smiled coldly.
"By the time you get there," Kim went on, "The boys should have any major power source that might open a gate closed. You just have to make sure they can't rebuild, or reboot."
"I am not Drakken," Dementor growled indignantly. "Get me there, and we shall make sure these imposters are kaput!"
"Jim?"
"Locking on now. Tell them to hang on. Oh, and we just sent in three of the first mines we prepped.
An instant later, half the remaining civilian force, along with Professor Dementor, just vanished.
"Dad, take Drew, and head back to the Senior's island," she told him. "Stay there, and guard mom, and boys. Just in case. When they realize how bad things are about to go for them, I don't doubt some of them won't be coming for them."
Shego frowned at that.
"Princess, if that's right, shouldn't….?"
"That's why I want you," she turned to Ron. "To go with my dad. All right?"
Ron, standing near Yori, and the three still whole ninja, glanced around grimly. After a moment, he shook his head.
"Hana is already there. Trust me. She will be enough. Especially with your brothers."
"A little girl," Drew huffed. "With all due respect, Stoppable," he huffed. "Mere girls are not likely to be able to….. To….."
He paused, suddenly aware that Kim, Shego, and quite a few of the surviving civilians were glaring heatedly at him. Especially a certain blonde tapping a bloody fire ax in one palm.
"I'll just go ready the rocket," the blue-skinned man told them, and all but raced toward the hatch.
"Hard to believe that fruitcake every seriously threatened the world," a seriously weary, but doing his best not to show it Dunstan grumbled as he watched Drew Lipski's tactical retreat.
"Trust me," Shego muttered. "That man's a threat to everyone if you aren't watching him. Himself, included."
Kim only sighed.
"All right, Ron. I'll trust you," she nodded.
"And, don't worry, Kimmie-cub," Dr. Possible smiled, heading for the rocket. "Now that everyone does know what's really going on, I'm sure it's only a matter of time before things get set straight."
"Actually, it's been my experience that this is usually the point when things start getting screwed up," Shego muttered.
"Mine, too," the burly, battered Marine grumbled, just before a radio operator limped up to hand him a headset.
"Captain Kolanski, sergeant-major."
"Dunstan," he fairly barked, holding the headset near his ear without putting it on. "Right? Okay. Okay. Right," he echoed, and tossed the headset to his companion.
"What's up," Kim asked.
The big man eyed the raw-skinned, too thin redhead, and shook his head. If he had not known her reputation, and seen her in action, he would have written her off on sight as another victim needing rescuing.
Still, there was a fire in those green eyes.
One that burned as brightly as that very infamous woman's plasma that stood near her. Almost, one might say….protectively.
"We're pulling back. The Captain has orders to shell every inch of whatever is left of this place. We'll evac your wounded with our own, but I suggest getting off this rock now."
He then turned to start barking orders at his own weary, battered men, who managed to move as if they were fresh from R&R in spite of the pitched battle they had just fought only moments before.
"Dad, better get going. We'll be fine. We'll stay in touch through the Tweebs, so if you need us….?"
"You just be careful, and do what you need to do, sweetheart," James said, and hugged her. Then turned to Shego, seemed to be considering her, and then finally nodded. "Take care of our girl, Miss Go. We still have quite a lot of catching up to do. All of us," he said pointedly, and headed for his rocket.
"Doy," Shego muttered. "I think I'd rather go fight another few dozen freaks."
"How about a few hundred, or more," she asked as the redhead smirked knowingly at her. "Because that's where we're headed. Ready?"
Shego smiled at the redhead who should have been on her last legs by now, and falling on her face. Instead, thin as she was, and battered as she looked, she was still eager for more.
"That's my Kimmie," she smirked. "Always ready to jump in over her head."
"Hey," she grinned cockily. "It's what I do."
"We gonna do this, or not, Red," the strange blonde demanded as she glanced from the rocket already taking off. "Or don'tcha remember the soldiers are about to shell us?"
"We're going to do it. Everyone, get ready. It's not over yet, and we're about to jump into another hotspot. Boys," she said, lifting her Kimmunicator band again.
"We're waiting," Jim answered. "Where to now, Kim."
"Lilac Valley," she told them.
Shego groaned.
Just before the entire group vanished.
Even as they did, the first missiles, and shells began to rain down on the already devastated island.
KP
General Richard Flagg, battered, thin, and obviously less than he had been, stood in an ill-fitting uniform, and glowered at the man that looked like him on the video monitor.
"I tell you that I am the real Richard Flagg," the too hale, too fit man on the monitor barked at the others in the room with the recently returned general. "I order you to arrest that pretender, and countermand his orders now!"
"I have a better idea," Admiral Davis said as he walked over to stand next to Richard. "Take off your glasses."
The Flagg next to his longtime friend smirked.
He had never worn glasses in his life.
Never needed them.
His imposter, while he didn't overtly wear sunglasses, or anything like them, did wear glasses now. Everywhere. He didn't have to guess that they were likely special lenses meant to mask his distinctive pupils.
The man on the screen sputtered, and then turned to look back as an obvious explosion went off nearby him, and the image shook, shimmered, and static filled the screen for a moment. The image came back, still hazy, and the man was looking suddenly anxious.
"Just stop fooling around, and stop this madness. I am the only Richard Flagg, and….!"
"Take off the glasses," Davis barked.
The screen went dark without another word.
"This is a direct order to all units, officers, and noncoms," Richard turned to the men in the room which had already been cleared. "As of now, no one listens to anyone until you look into their eyes, without glasses of any kind, and ensure they are human. Spread the word."
"And someone get the President up to speed," Admiral Davis ordered. "After you check his eyes!"
"Sir, we've got a satellite over Bransfield now," someone reported. "I don't believe it," the tech reported, staring at the images of the smoldering debris, and devastated island. "They did all that?"
"The environmentalist are going to freak," someone predicted.
"Let them freak. What does Kolanski say?"
"His Marines just reported. Possible, and her people held the line, and blew the reactor from the inside. Nothing else got off the island. They completely sanitized it. We just have to do this at least four more times," the technician at the communications station reported grimly, "And we might just beat them."
"Four more times," Richard demanded as the man held out the paper he had just transcribed.
"We just got an anonymous tip. Four more….outposts are set up around the glove. One of them…. One of them is our own top secret research facility."
"Lilac Valley," Richard growled as he eyed the coordinates. "Where it all started."
"Your call, Flagg," Admiral Davis told him.
"Relay the coordinates to the involved nations, and the United Nations. Then call in every guard troop, and local authority in the region. We're going to invade Lilac Valley," he growled. "And someone get me a transport. I'm going out there myself."
"Are you sure….?"
Richard eyed the admiral, and glanced around.
"Someone has to make sure that the officers out there are…..human. I need you to clear D.C. Make sure the politicians barking orders are really ours. I don't care if you have to lead the entire Marine Corps into the Oval Office. Don't let anyone give any orders that aren't coming from a bona fide human being."
"Count on it," he nodded, and escorted Flagg out of the command center, no less than a squad of grim, square-jawed men with readied weapons trailing them both.
To Be Continued…