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
24
"Who dies first," the redhead demanded imperiously as she stepped out of the shattered tube on a carpet of growing greenery as regally as anyone could under such conditions.
"Chill, Red. They're cool. They helped me bust you out," the blonde said, flinging herself into the woman's arms, still clutching the bloody ax she carried.
The redhead actually smiled, and shoved the woman's wild bangs back.
"You are safe?"
"I will be when we finish toasting these freaks. These guys are helping do that right now. We got us a reg'lar army helping mop them up. You should have seen what we already did," she preened. "But I know you'll do better lots now that you're out."
"Count on it," the woman growled, and eyed Kim and Shego.
"You," she murmured, her voice a throaty purr as she eyed Shego. "Are you a plant elemental, too."
"Not even close," Shego smirked, and let her hands roil with pulsing, green and black energies.
The woman only smiled.
"Ah, very nice. I remember you now. The gifted hedonistic that follows that blue idiot."
"No. I follow Kimmie here," Shego told her, and put a possessive hand on Kim's shoulders.
"Shego, so not the time," she said, and turned back to the exit. "Remember, we're still on the clock."
The plant elemental smiled. "Not much longer. Pull your people out. Now."
"Miss Possible," Hego asked, silent until then. "Uh, who is this…..?"
"Have I been gone so long my fame has already faded," the redhead demanded.
"Trust me, Hego. She's powerful, and potentially dangerous. For now, let's be glad she's with us. Now, let's go. Find out people, and start getting them back to the exit. Continue doing all the damage you can along the way."
"What about…."
"I've got to make sure they don't still have a viable dimensional interface. We can't risk it being repaired. Now, go."
"Dimensional interface," the other redhead demanded, padding after her as Kim headed for the exist behind Hego, Shego close beside her.
"These….shape shifters are extra dimensional parasites who invaded through a vortex the military accidentally opened."
"Of course. Men, and their technology," the woman hissed, and for a moment, her eyes glowed again.
The redhead absently took the lab coat from the blonde, who had yet to stop smiling. "Leave this place now," the other redhead growled at Shego and Kim. "It is about to be no more."
"Listen, lady, we can't risk…."
"Time to go, Shego," Kim told her.
"But….the gateway….?"
"Shego, trust me. If she says this place is about to be toast, it's already burning," Kim said, all but dragging Shego after her.
"She can't be that powerful," Shego complained. "All I've seen is a few twigs she conjured up somehow, and….."
"She's an elemental. A real one. And she's in touch with all the flora on this planet. Get it now," Kim asked, seeing the people that had followed her running for the exit, too, proving the word had spread.
"You're saying…..?"
The entire mountain around them began to rumble ominously just then.
"Hego, get that door open now," she shouted as Kim spotted him running up behind them just then.
"We've got it, Miss Possible," Hego said, starting to reach for the steel panel.
"No time. This place is coming down," Ron appeared just then, and splayed his hand out.
Blue flashed once. Twice. A third time, and then Ron nodded at Hego.
Hego slammed both fists into the section Ron had attacked with the Lotus Blade, and the panel just fell forward, the thick metal sliced all the way through to create an opening.
"Everyone outside, and then keep a parameter around the opening," Ron shouted. "We can't even one of those things out!"
"Agreed," Hego shouted, leading the way, and pausing to help a few that had been wounded, but not seriously this time.
It seemed that this facility had already been decimated by Shego's earlier visit, and they didn't have the raw firepower left that the Antarctic island had possessed.
Or, Kim suspected, they had moved what was there out to share with the other facilities.
"Everyone get out," the flying man asked as he looked around as the mountain continued to rumble, and a cloud of smoke and dust billowed up out of the opening as they realized huge, massive vines now choked the interior as best they could see. Vines thick as redwoods, and studded with potentially lethal thorns.
"All but the blonde psycho, and….."
"They're out," Kim cut Shego off. "Trust me. They got out."
Shego stared at her, and shook her head.
"You're going to have to tell me about that one, because here I was thinking I was the baddest green bitch on this rock."
"There's always someone bigger, and badder," Hego said quietly, staring at the dark-haired man with the preternatural array of powers who still watched for survivors that might yet escape.
"Kim, are you there," Wade's distinctive voice called just then, breaking into the quiet as they all just stared at the just visible gate into the military stronghold.
"Wade," Kim grinned, seeing his grim visage. "It's good to see you, buddy. Tell me you have good news?"
"Well, some. It looks like your counterparts took out the other three facilities as planned, and the Inversers, those that survived, are running for it. The last of them are headed for a small island north of Scotland."
"Killigan," Ron spat. "One of the Henches admitted a weird guy with an accent was involved in the original reactor theft. It has to be him."
"Agreed. Looks like we have one more stop. At the least. Is that all?"
"Not quite. I just heard from Senor Senior, Sr., too. It seems your dad's rocket went down on his way back. They had him on radar when he was suddenly attacked, and they went down over the ocean. They are looking now, but….it's not looking good. They went down….following a battle with alien fighters."
Kim looked grim, but said nothing as she simply stared at Wade.
"Kim?"
"Keep looking, Wade. I know my dad. He wouldn't go down that easy."
"Don't forget that Drew was with him. He's the poster boy for unlikely escapes," Shego added.
"You have a point," Kim nodded. "Keep them looking, Wade. We have to ensure these holdouts don't have a secret weapon of their own. Then we'll be in touch."
"We calling the Tweebs again," Shego asked.
"No. They're bound to be busy themselves. And these people have done enough," she said, looking around at the men and women who were showing their fatigue.
Except for a particular few.
"Everyone, Shego and I are headed for the last known location of one of the likely bosses. The rest of you stay here, and….."
Even as she spoke,t hey heard a jet flying overhead that circled back to start descending. The sleek, black VTOL had distinctive markings on the tale, and Ron smirked as the Yamanouchi aircraft landed nearby, and Hirotaka appeared in the hatch to wave their way.
"Hiro looks better than we last saw him," Ron grinned, Yori showing distinctive relief at the sight of the young man with only a slight bandage on his forehead.
"Stoppable-San. I suspected you would require transportation when I learned where you had gone. Is it done?"
"One more stop, Hiro. Coming, Kim?"
"On my way," she nodded at the monkey-master.
Shego spoke up now, pointing.
"There's a small town just two miles due south. You can get help, and find your way back where you belong from there."
"And, thanks, all of you," Kim told them. "I won't be forgetting this. I won't forget any of you, or what you risked here."
"That's it," a man with cold, gray eyes asked as he stepped forward. One of the few to not be hurt at all. "You're really going to just let us go?"
Kim suspected the man was one of those that wasn't likely to be hurt whatever fell on him.
Kim eyed Ron, Shego, then looked back to those she knew were not necessarily innocent.
"I know some of you. Some of you….I don't. What I do know, is all of you earned a second chance for yourselves here. It's not over yet. But….I would be the last person to worry about past crimes just now when our world is still facing a cosmic threat. Yes, I'm letting you go. I hope you don't make me regret it, because if you do, I will find you."
"We will find you," a very grim Ron Stoppable told them.
"Miss Possible," the flying man came over and nodded to her. "A word, if you please?"
"Of course. I guess you know how much of a help you were. We really appreciate all you did."
The man smiled uneasily.
"Call it….mutual respect. I've been wondering what to do with my life for a long time now. To be honest, however gifted I seem, I have had doubts that one person could even make any difference in this world. Watching you. Following you. I realize that the right person, in the right place, might well be all that matters at times."
"So, you're not going back to the farm," Shego sniggered.
"You know about….?"
"It was a guess," Shego laughed. "After all, you do look the part," she pointed out as she eyed his frayed denim, and flannel wardrobe.
"Uh, right. Anyway. I just wanted to say that after following you, and seeing your example," he told her. "I can not just go home, and do any less. But….if you ever need me again," he said, and rose into the air. "Just look up."
And then he was gone.
"Whoa. Dude's fast," Mego rasped as the man simply vanished as if by magic.
"I've seen faster," the archer standing nearby, leaning on his bow grinned. "Guess this is sayonara, Red. For now. Good luck out there."
"You, too. Hego," Kim turned to him. "You guys better get back to Go City, too. The rest of the world is going to need help getting back to normal. I don't doubt you won't be needed, too. If only to get these people home."
"You're certain," the blue-clad hero asked. "We could still…."
"I think we can handle what's left," Kim assured him, and nodded toward Shego.
"Count on it," Shego growled, and climbed into the jet after Ron, and Yori.
Kim jumped into the aircraft, and the engines began to whine even as the hatch closed.
"Okay," Hego said, turning to the others. "Wego, make sure everyone who needs help has it, and let's go. Two miles is still a long way for some of us."
"Right now, two miles sounds like a picnic," the archer smirked. "Unless, of course, it's like the last mile we just crossed."
"I suppose we shall find out," the man with cold, gray eyes murmured.
He would be the first to slip away.
KP
"Something is definitely up," Wade was telling Kim, and Ron. "The satellite I finally got over the island is picking up a lot of electromagnetic interference across all channels."
"A dimensional gate?"
"Not the same thing," Wade shook his head. "I think this a dimensional vortex of another kind. One that creates a feedback loop that inverts the physical forces into a spiraling channel much like quantum surging."
"Right. And this isn't like the other," Kim asked as Shego felt her head start to hurt.
"Not even close. It's sending out waves of raw energy that is interfering with everything out there. Radio, EM, gravity. It's like it's trying to….."
"An amplifier," Kim realized.
"What," Ron asked.
"Wade? Could it be like Drakken's old signal amplifier he once tried to use to augment seismic events?"
"I'm not sure. One moment, Kim," the teen genius told her, and turned around on the monitor to type furiously on a keyboard even as he studied several monitors.
Then his dark face suddenly turned very pale.
"Kim…..it's an amplified gravity wave. Someone is trying to open a wormhole here using our planet to kick-start the singularity on this end!"
"In English," Shego frowned.
"They're trying to turn Earth into a wormhole to allow their people to still travel to this plane," Kim said. "Hiro," she called to the man behind the controls. "Give it all you got. If we're late, we're still all dead."
"It will be my honor to get you there in time, Miss Possible," the man assured her as the jet's engines began to whine all the louder.
"Wade, any way to stall it?"
"Nothing from my end," Wade admitted. "They're using cold-fusion. Whoever took it, must have copied the tech pretty fast to be able to spread it around the globe like that."
"Recall, they were planning this move for years. They likely had all the tech, and the brains they needed, stashed in place all along," Kim told him. "I'm still interested in finding out who helped them, though. They sure didn't just show up, and figure all this out on their own."
"Agreed," Shego added. "And even Bets was complaining about moles."
"Yes," Wade added. "That's why she shut GJ down on Ghost status. Someone was undermining everything we did."
"We'll worry about moles after we save the planet," Ron growled, thinking of a certain mole of his own he would love to find.
"How long, Hiro," Yori asked quietly when they fell silent.
"Fifteen minutes," he reported.
"Wade," Kim asked.
"You have less than thirty, and then the planet's crust collapses, and the inversion process is irreversible," he told her somberly.
"So, business as usual," Shego grimaced.
No one replied to that.
KP
"And you thought lifejackets on a rocket were foolish," Drew sneered at Robbie as the three men bobbed in the ocean after abandoning the sinking spacecraft.
"Looks like I'll need to design the next one to be able to float," James sighed, looking off to where his ship had sank not long after they had climbed out.
"If we get a next time," Robbie grimaced, seeing two of the alien ships now hovering right over them. A hook of some kind began to lower, and Drew was santched up first as it pulled him inside the ship.
"Play along," James Robbie as he was grabbed next. "We might be able to learn what's going on if we are clever."
Robbie said nothing as the hook pulled him into the aircraft before it deposited him inside a steel box with Drew a moment later, and then dropped James Possible next to them after a few minutes more.
The box sealed itself, and then they heard engines vibrating even if they couldn't hear them, and James eyed his watch.
"We're headed northeast. That's odd."
"What's odd about that?"
"Well, we aren't going to Senior's island," he told Drew. "I would have thought they were wanting to go there. For the Matrix. Why go northeast?"
"What's up that way," Robbie asked him, not even asking how the scientist's watch could tell them what direction they were headed.
"Well, to start, England. Unless they keep going. Then it's Scotland. Russia. The north pole…."
"Oh, I hope it's England," Drew moaned. "I don't care for the cold."
"Considering who grabbed us," Robbie told him. "I don't think it's the cold we should be worrying about," he told the blue-skinned man.
"There is that," James agreed. "Do you feel anything," he asked, putting his hand on the floor now. Then the wall.
"Feel….anything," Drew asked, eyeing him. "Meh. You Possibles. I suppose now you're going to tell us…."
"I think we've already stopped. I wonder what kind of gyroscopic stabilizers they employ. That was the smoothest flight I've ever experienced. Even though we're in a box. Perhaps they employed some kind of inertia-dampening…."
"Will you just give it a rest. No one likes a know-it-all," Drew scowled at him.
Robbie resisted the urge to comment.
"So, if we've stopped," he did ask James. "What now?"
James eyed the flat, featureless walls.
"Well, if they aren't letting us out, then they must intend to hold us as hostages for some nefarious reason."
"Shego would likely say, 'I think 'duh' comes to mind,'" Drew scowled, having absorbed more than enough sarcasm from Shego over the years to figure that one out.
"Which means we just have to break out, turn the tables on them, and then….."
"You Possibles, and your unflagging optimism," Drew swore hotly. "You'd think just one of you would curl up, and cry? But, no, all of you have to act like you're never worried by the most impossible…..!"
"Coming, Drew," James asked, peering back into the pen through the small hole he had cut in the side of the wall with a small laser pen he still held.
Drew stared.
"I give up," he muttered, and followed James and Robbie out of the steel box, and into the hangar beyond the aircraft.
A hangar, he noted, that was made of ancient stone.
"Where are we," Drew asked.
"Well, offhand," James told him as they stayed low, conscious of the Henches in black and silver nearby tending the recently landed fighters. "I'd say we were inside some kind of castle."
"Killigan," Drew groaned.
Even as someone cleared their throat, and they turned to see three Henches aiming alien weapons at them.
"Where do you think you are going? The boss wants to see you. Especially you, egghead," one of the Henches said as he eyed James.
"What now, Possible," Drew demanded.
"Well, we might as well go meet the boss," James said cheerfully. "It's be rude not to at least say hello after coming all this way," he declared as he put his hands up, and actually smiled.
Robbie said nothing as Drew rolled his eyes, and followed him.
With two more Henches joining them to bracket the prisoners as they were herded toward a door that opened at their approach.
To Be Continued…