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Teacher: Another name for the "programs" called Snake and Sensei, that Ron and Willow have running in their heads.
Alien names: Warhoinde and Warhoined as Warhound.
Time: A week later.
Willow and Ron? Having a Baby? Oh My! Poor Shego,... Recorders and Camouflage,... A Battle,... A New Teacher,...
Ron Stoppable took a seventh cheeseburger from his plate and bit into it. He noticed both Jenny and Willow watching him, looking as though they might be counting. Neither he nor Shego were setting good dietary habits for the two teenagers. Shego was currently on her sixth. Comet powers demanded energy and a lot of it. The high calorie treats were once again the daily special at the Middleton Global Justice base cafeteria and they were really good. He chewed the food thoroughly and swallowed.
Looking around he noted the place was full. How many, he wondered, know a Lorwardian ship just went into orbit around the earth. He sighed. Or for that matter, how many even know about the mentally deranged aliens. The tension around the table seemed high, but for some reason he didn't think it was due to the aliens. He was just a guy, meaning the female sex was a mystery to him, but something was off.
Jenny looked a little confused. She would sometimes peer at Willow out of the corner of her eye, and then take a brief glance over at Miranda who was at the cafeteria checkout counter. He though maybe the girl was crushing on both of them and didn't know who she liked more. That much he could figure out. But just why were Willow and Shego glowering at each other. He sighed. Once the situation with the Lorwardians was over with he going to take up something simple, like knitting. His brain hurt.
He gulped as Shego bit into a seventh cheeseburger with deadly force, scowling at Willow. The teenager for her part was defiantly staring back. Nothing seemed to phase her, not even a comet powered, former super villainess.
Willow nibbled on a cheeseburger and wondered why Jenny was looking at her so much. She shrugged. It wasn't important. After taking a few seconds to glare back at Shego, she turned her attention to the blonde haired man sitting across from her. "I was thinking about Sara." She said. "And I discussed it with Snake. It might help her if she had a teacher too."
"Is that possible?" Ron asked. "I asked Sensei about teaching Tai Shing Pek Kwar to Shego and he said it was impossible. At least until I was a lot more advanced."
"For one of us it would be, but not if we worked together." Willow replied, scowling as he mentioned that woman's name.
"How would that work?" He wondered.
"I'm a pretty good student at the mental aspect of Tai Shing Pek Kwar while you're a pretty good student of the physical. We both know a bit of the spiritual aspect." She explained. "Generally to create a new teacher a person needs to know the basics of all three and be able to focus on all of them at the same time. Neither of us is that good." She smiled. "But together we might be able to manage."
"A teacher would be able to help her?" Ron asked.
"Maybe. It would be inside her head and might be able to talk to her. Then again it might not help." She shrugged. "But the way I see it it's worth a shot."
"Definitely worth a try." He mused. Sara hadn't moved since they've removed the alien from her.
"Besides." Willow added. "Teachers prefer having two people work together to create a new one."
"Why?" Shego asked, interrupting. For some reason she couldn't keep from scowling at the teenager.
Willow turned her attention to Shego, matching her scowl. "Teachers are programs." She said. "To make sure nothing goes wrong their core code has three copies. Think of it as having three strands of DNA." She shrugged. "For a single lifetime that's okay, but they've been passed down through humans for over thirty thousand years. To prevent mutations in the code they prefer two people. They can compare the six strands of DNA and remove mutations. Plus the new teacher can pick from the life experiences of the other two to model itself better to the person it's going to be in."
"DNA?" Shego asked, her scowl deepening. "You make it sound as though it's a baby you would be having."
"I guess you could think of it like that." Willow said, with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Me and Ron, having a baby."
Ron gulped and looked at Shego. She looked like she was going to explode. "Now Shego." He said. "It's just a program."
"You mind if tell that to Sensei?" Willow asked, looking him in the eye. "Just a program?"
He gulped again. "I prefer if you didn't." He said.
"Hrmph." Shego said. Tiny sparks of plasma flickered around her fingers.
"It's that or leave Sara like she is." Willow told the green-skinned woman, the evil gleam still in her eye.
"Actually, if Shego says no then it's no." Ron simply said. "We don't know for sure if it will help Sara."
Willow went back to scowling, staring at the woman.
"If it might help her, then ..." Shego shrugged, obviously not happy.
Willow smiled, clearly pleased with herself. She took a sip of soda and glanced back up for a second. "We can try it this evening." She said and went back to her cheeseburger.
Ron sighed. He noticed Jenny was no longer taking peeks at Willow. He wondered why. Of course, he thought to himself, Willow's talk of having a baby with me was pretty much a dead giveaway she's not into girls. While he didn't think of Sensei as a simple program, the talk of making a baby had been too much. He gulped again and took a sip of coffee, peering at Shego out of the corner of his eyes.
"Ron gained the ability to use Tai Shing Pek Kwar from jade idols." Shego broke the silence.
"They were probably data storage devices of some sort." Willow explained. "Either dating back to the TiRGiTBiT, or placed there by someone who was a master of Tai Shing Pek Kwar."
"Oh." Shego said, sighing.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Ron pulled the Kimmunicator out, glad for the interruption. "What's up Wade?" He asked.
"The aliens sent a message to Warmonga asking if she knew where the Recorders were." Wade answered. "We did some checking in the ships computers and it turns out that's the name they gave to the Lorwardians they merged with humans. The humans were called camouflage."
Ron sat up straighter and digested the information. "You know what the purpose of the Recorders were?" He asked.
Wade nodded. "They had two objectives. One was to observe our society and take note of any interesting scientific developments. I'm guessing cybertronic technology would fall under that. The girls might have been pretty much illiterate when it came to the sciences, but the aliens merged with them would have been pretty knowledgeable."
"I see." Ron said. "Guess it's a good thing cybertronic technology didn't make the headlines then." He looked up at Jenny and Willow who were listening with an intensity that was frightening. "What was the second objective?" He asked.
"Movies." Wade answered, shuddering.
"Movies?" Ron asked.
Wade nodded. "The Lorwardians, it seems, recorded everything the camouflage, as they called the girls, were sensing. All five senses along with the feelings they were experiencing." He explained. "Some of the structures within the Recorders' brains were designed for that. When they were retrieved the data would have been downloaded into the ship's computers and sent back to their home world. Then any Lorwardian that wanted to could have experienced the pleasure of feeling their pain. They would have been able to play it back directly into their senses like we can play a movie."
"That's sick." Was all Ron could think of to say. He looked up at the two girls to see how they were taking the news.
"I want the brain of the banshee destroyed." Willow said. "I don't want those nutcases having fun with my memories. Or anyone else for that matter. I'm betting it's only a matter of time before we develop the same technology and I want my mind to be private." She looked pale.
"Wade, can you see to it that the brain of the banshee has those recordings in it destroyed?" Ron asked.
"I will talk to DNAmy about it." The genius answered. "I'm pretty sure she will agree. With the ship's computers she has all the information on Lorwardians that she can handle."
"What reply did you send back?"
"We told them we hadn't heard from them." Wade answered. "It was all we could think of to say."
Ron nodded. "As good a reply as any."
"Also did some research into their protocols." The genius said. "Seems we can kill any aliens that land, so long as we don't threaten the security of their ship. In fact the better we fight the more fun they have. The ones that survive will get more prestige if we kill one of them."
"That's good news." Ron grinned. "So long as they don't send down twenty at once we might be able to keep them from killing too many humans."
"Their ship has room for twenty but, since they would have needed room for the four Recorders, they got at most sixteen on board."
"More good news." Ron said.
"Yeah, I..." Wade paused. "Just a second." He added. He disappeared and returned to the screen a few minutes later. "Seems two of the aliens are landing." He said, face white. "The ship's sensors spotted them."
"Arrange a ride." Ron simply said, sighing. They had only just got into orbit and already two were coming down. "You sure they won't retaliate if we kill them?" He asked.
"So long as they believe the ships are secure they won't. Worlds are only wiped clean when they can threaten their species."
"Okay then." Ron said and looked around. "Call Kim and have her meet us." He told the genius. Looking at Jenny and Willow, he said, "Guess you two will have to finish lunch without us."
"I can fight too." Willow insisted.
"And I can as well." Jenny added.
"Maybe another time." He answered. "If they prove too difficult."
He and Shego stood and left, leaving the two teenager staring after them. Jenny didn't need to be walked to her room. There was no way he was going to keep her caged while Willow roamed free.
"How good are our chances?" Shego asked.
"Too soon to tell." He shrugged. "We can handle one. Two will be tough."
They met Kim on the way to the hangar.
"Wow. You look mad." The redhead said to Shego, looking at her. "What's wrong.?"
"Willow and Ron are having a baby." Shego fumed.
Kim blinked and walked into a wall.
Warhoinde and Warhoined drifted down from the ship. They had been brought out of suspended animation for one purpose. To look for the Recorders. Both planned to have a little fun while doing that. On the ground they looked around to find the area empty. They had no way of knowing that a mere minute ago a Global Justice jet had flown over the area playing the message, 'Warning: Chemical Spill. Please Evacuate!.' A minute wasn't very long, but a highly motivated human could run a couple of hundred meters in that time. Further if they made use of a vehicle.
"Where are the pests?" Warhoinde asked. "Our sensors indicated over two dozen in this area."
"We will see some as we enter the city." Warhoined reassured his companion. "We were fortunate to be chosen for this mission."
"True." Warhoinde grinned back at him. "I can already feel their guts oozing through my fingers." She sighed. "Lets hurry. We don't know how long Warfelken will allow us."
"I doubt she will call us back any time soon. Finding the Recorders will take time. There are, after all, seven billion pests to look through." Warhoined flexed his hands, imaging the sensation of a pest's skin being ripped apart beneath them. He shivered in joy. Soon he would feel just that for real. "Let's go." He ordered, eagerly.
"They look a bit different." Shego said, watching the two Lorwardians.
"Not quite as tall." Kim added.
"Greener." Ron put in his two words. "Okay, lets move." He ordered. The three of them walked towards the enemy.
"There's three of them now." Warhoined said, pointing. "We will break the legs of one of them and let it watch as we torture the other two."
"Delicious." Warhoinde grinned, her eyes lighting up. " Her hands flexed and she moved towards the three pests. She paused as she saw the three vermin weren't alone.
Ron pressed a button and the four synthobots following them charged. Around the earth twenty gigawatts of power was being beamed into space to a satellite which sent it back down to the robotic creations. Supercharged with the power they were vastly more powerful than anything Dementor had used.
Four lasers reached out from the synthobots and struck Warhoinde's force field. Sensing the incoming threat it hadn't even hesitated. Beneath the assault the barrier began to change color, growing darker and darker as it struggled to cope.
Warhoined reflexively moved to attack the synthobots only to find the three pests in front of him. He swiped his hand to get rid of them and found himself knocked thirty feet backwards. How can a pest be so strong, he wondered. He got to his feet and charged. The energy being targeted on his companion's force field was immense and would soon overwhelmed it. She would be forced back to the ship and to retreat from a pest would be humiliating. It would be intolerable.
Ron watched as the alien moved, almost a blur. He created a shield of plasma around himself and met the charge. The force of the impact would have sent him flying if he hadn't reached out and managed to grab hold of the deranged creature. He called all the plasma he could and sent it into the monster. A force field tried to rise and protect it, but his hands were already inside.
The alien felt its flesh burning and tried to wipe the pest away. He finally managed to shake it loose only to go flying.
Kim had moved in behind the alien and hit it. Her hand felt warm as the inbuilt gauntlet of her suit countered the force field around it, allowing the blow to smash into it with full force. She moved after it.
That blow had come through the force field. For pests to have such technology was unusual. He rolled to his feet and glanced at the barrier around his companion. It was almost black. He turned away from it and focused on the pest coming at him. The one that had hit through his force field. She was wearing a battle suit of some sort.
Kim paused in her attack as a spear appeared in the alien's hand. She recalled how quickly a similar spear had nearly killed Ron. With the alien's speed it would be near suicide to get close.
It grinned as it sensed the pest's fear. It would make her suffer. It moved to attack her but was forced to stop as the other two pests assaulted it.
Ron and Shego stood side-by-side and threw plasma at the alien. It's force field rose to surround it but they moved in close and felt the gauntlets on their hands become warm as it countered the defensive field.
Plasma came through the force field and he screamed. The barrier was worse than useless. It kept the plasma trapped within it, close to his flesh. He ordered it to drop and not reactivate unless done so manually. Then he moved, dodging the plasma. He had been badly burned and the blows he had taken had done damage. A return to the ship was necessary. But he had to kill the pests first. To be defeated by such lowly forms would be intolerable. He would be mocked endlessly for the amusement of others.
Within her force field Warhoinde waited nervously. It was getting black and would soon fail. She needed to retreat. But what if Warhoined managed to destroy the devices that had her pinned. To return to the ship would mean humiliation. Her misery an endless source of pleasure for others. She waited as the barrier became darker and darker.
He flexed the arm that held the spear and attacked the pest that had burned it. It was fast and managed to throw itself away from the attack, taking only a grazing wound on the arm.
Shego fumed. To get close to the alien was to die while it held that spear. She threw plasma and it dodged, still trying to attack the Buffoon. Inside her panic grew as she recalled the way she had once waited beside his bed, expecting him to die. She would give anything to avoid that again.
He moved with the speed and grace that was genetically programmed into his race. Still the pest managed to avoid death. Plasma came from it, and one of the other pests, forcing it to dodge each time it got close. It was infuriating. Meanwhile the force field of its companion grew to pure black.
Ron watched the alien, not moving his eyes from it for a second. To do so would be fatal. He watched and predicted the way it would move. It's speed meant he had to move immediately to dodge any attacks. He didn't even look around to see where he was dodging to, relying on his memory of the area to know where obstacles lay. He threw ball after ball of plasma at the beast, but nothing came close.
He charged the pest and as the plasma came at it, halted, predicted how the infuriating creature would move, and threw the spear. Plasma burned its skin but it would be worth it if the damned creature died.
Ron dodged the charge and kept his eyes on the alien. He was being pushed to his limit and knew eventually he would miss a move. It was only the twitch of the Lorwardian's arm that saved him. He saw it and dodged in the only direction he could. It grazed his skin, but he was in one piece.
She saw the darkness of the force field increase and went to order the ship to call her back. She was too late as the beams of the synthobots, powered by multi-gigawatt powerplants, sliced through the barrier and into her flesh. The robotic devices were inhumanly fast and had been programmed with every vital spot on a Lorwardian. Their beams destroyed her skull and then switched to the two smaller organs where Lorwardians kept a record of their memories. Should their brains be destroyed they would still be able to regenerate with full memory of who they had been. Warhoinde would never have that chance.
He had missed. How could a lowly pest move so quick? And he no longer had the spear. It was retreat or die. He went to order the ship to call him back when the force field around his companion fell. He heard her brief screams and knew she was dead. In the brief second before the robotic devices turned towards him he wondered how the pests knew the anatomy of Lorwardians. He had turned off his own force field and had no chance to reactivate it before he too died.
Ron dropped to the ground. "That was close." He said, looking at the numerous slashes on his arms and chest. He watched as the synthobots continued to fire into the alien bodies, wrecking havoc on them. They had hit the three vital spots first, but they were designed to keep firing until hundred of spots had been hit. That way whoever was on the ship wouldn't know they knew anything about Lorwardian anatomy. Suddenly the two bodies rose and vanished into the air.
"You okay." Shego asked, kneeling beside him.
"That's two down." He said and pulled her close, hoping she didn't mind the blood he got on her.
Warfelken looked the two bodies the ship had automatically recalled. They were so badly mutilated she knew there was no hope of regeneration. First the Recorders had not answered the signal. And now it seemed the pests were capable of defeating a small group of Lorwardians.
She grinned. That answered a couple of questions anyway. It all made sense now. Warmonga had indeed been on the planet hunting pests when their ship had arrived. But she hadn't been victorious. She'd been defeated and forced to retreat. There had been no answer for those five days because she must have been regenerating. It would be good to go on a hunt on this world. It would mean a lot of prestige. That would please Warchof as well.
She looked at the burn marks on the bodies. But she wasn't stupid. She would wait until the pests' infrastructure had been reduce to nothing. When they no longer had access to weapons capable of doing that. The Recorders were probably dead. Killed as the pests killed the camouflage they were in. That was rare, but it had happened before. The loss, great as it was, was acceptable.
He and Willow sat across from each other, on the floor, with Sara between them. Their arms were stretched out so their hands rested together on the girl's head. Shego was watching the whole show with a displeased look on her face.
"You know." Willow said, with a mischievous look in her eyes. "The more skin contact we have the more our nervous systems are joined. That would make the task easier."
Ron started to open his mouth to asked her what she had in mind and thought better of it. He focused and entered the cyan light that was the center of his being.
Willow sighed and took a small peek at the woman who was watching them. The comment had obviously made her angry. Her right hand was clenched into a fist. It was a good thing she couldn't follow them where they were going. Focusing she entered the golden light at the center of her being.
Ron stood and waited for Willow to call. A person couldn't enter another's mind without permission. Not generally. They were about to do that with Sara though. Sort of. He felt the call and the light he loved so much was replaced with the golden light of Willow's center. He blinked at what he saw and stepped back. In this place one wore what they visualized themselves as wearing. Generally that was the clothes their real bodies wore. It was the default. Willow wasn't wearing the jeans and shirt she had on outside. He gulped and took another step back, looking around. Sensei and Snake were nowhere to be seen. He turned back to Willow who wore a dress that was, and yet wasn't, transparent. With some trick of her mind she created an illusion that made it both at the same time.
"You know." Willow said. "She can't see in here. We can do whatever we want." She smiled.
He focused his mind to leave. He was glad when, despite not being able to see Sensei, he knew he could return to his own mind.
Willow saw the intentions of the person she had planned to seduce and called out. "Wait. Don't go. Please."
Ron hesitated and saw the clothes on girl replaced with jeans and a shirt. He waited. He felt something in her center vanish and he saw Snake and Sensei standing there. Snake was staring disapprovingly at Willow.
"Mental trick." Willow explained as he saw him glance at the two teachers. "I can divide the space to make rooms."
He said nothing and just stared back at her. The look on his face matched Snake's.
She sighed and looked down, not knowing what to say, wondering if he would just vanish and never visit this place again.
Ron sat down and studied the girl. "Why?" He asked.
She sat down across from him. "It's what's meant to be." She said, knowing it sounded stupid.
"When I wake up in the morning, and see Shego, that's what I believe too." He said. "Of course it's just a feeling. Nothing is ever really meant to be."
"You don't believe in destiny?" Willow asked, peeking up at him and then looking back down.
"No. People see what they expect to see. And feelings are pretty much like that. When I look up I see the sun circling the earth, though I know that's not the case. When I see Shego I think of us being together as destiny, though I know there's no such thing."
"You love her?" Willow managed to ask.
"Obviously. She's my heart and soul." Ron answered, truthfully.
She gulped.
"We weren't destined to be together." He explained. "That's just the way things turned out. For each of us there might have been a thousand people out there in the world, somewhere, who we would have been happy with." He shrugged. "But we met each other. We talked and grew closer. We did things together and grew even closer. Eventually it didn't matter if there were thousands of others out there we would have been happy with. We had each other. We faced trouble together and enjoyed the good times together. I'm glad she's the one I met and fell in love with."
"And if I had met you first?" She dared to ask. 'If I hadn't had the banshee inside me and had just been a normal girl?" She nearly cried. "My grandfather was going to send me to school in Middleton for Junior High and we would have been in the same grade. We would have met."
"I'm pretty sure I would have noticed you." He admitted. "Not so sure you would have noticed me. I've changed over the years."
"I would have." She declared.
"If that had happened then you might have been the one I called my heart and soul." He said. "But it didn't." He added. "There was the banshee and our paths didn't meet back then."
She sighed. "I hate the banshee. It might be dead but I still hate it."
Ron looked at her. He would certainly have noticed her. At eleven when the banshee had tried to forced her to kill she'd marched into the woods. Had stayed there alone for years, with the fortitude and resolve to smash her legs again and again to keep from hurting people. She had a strength that forced anyone who saw her to notice her. "You will meet someone and in time will think of them as your heart and soul." He finally said. He thought the girl might have to beat the boys off her with a stick. She had that affect on people.
"But it won't be you." She stated, knowing the answer.
"It won't be me." The reply was simple and honest.
"I'm sorry." She looked around and thought of what she'd done. Once her center had been tainted by the banshee. It was now gone. But she felt as though she had tainted this place with what she'd tried. She had been so glad to see that golden light, free of the banshee's smoke, but what she'd done had changed it.
"It's okay." he said. "Back long ago, if had I thought it would work, I would have tried seducing Kim." He smiled. "Of course after she'd finished laughing herself to death she would have killed me."
"She would have been stupid to have refused you." Willow said. She smiled a little though.
"Just don't try it again, okay?" He said. "If you do I will refuse to come here ever again, and you will never be allowed to visit me."
"I won't." She promised.
He listened to the words. They were honest. "Good." He said. "Because then we wouldn't be able to help Sara. So how do we go about forming a new teacher?"
It was simple, yet difficult. They had to transmit the code for the teacher into Sara's mind, through the nerves in their hands touching her head. But, since Sara wasn't aware, it was immensely more difficult. They had to follow the pain nerves in her skin all the way into her brain. When she'd accessed the banshee's mind Willow had done something similar. Ron had never done it before.
And the process had been made difficult on purpose by the TiRGiTBiT. They hadn't wanted every person to have a teacher. To be successful the code had to be transmitted as a whole. That meant either more than one person, or someone who could focus on three things at the same time.
Ron transmitted the code for the physical aspect of Tai Shing Pek Kwar while Willow sent the code for the mental aspect. They each did a part of the spiritual. Eventually the basis for a teacher formed in Sara's mind. It connected with their own teachers and downloaded the full code from each of them. Then it sorted through it for mutations, and picked traits for itself that would suit Sara. It became female as it took some traits from Snake, but most of its knowledge came from Sensei.
As the real world appeared around him, he laid back on the floor, and looked up at Shego who was still watching. She had coffee. He reached out for it and she handed it to him. "That was brutal." He finally said, after taking a sip. It was definitely made by Miranda and tasted of almonds.
"So what happened in there?" Shego asked.
"Before of after Willow tried to seduce me?" He asked.
Willow gulped. She made a mental layout of the room and analyzed where she could run to dodge plasma. In her depleted state ... She gulped again.
Shego stared at the girl.
Willow sighed and stared back for a second before looking down. "Sorry." She said.
"We did manage to get a teacher into Sara." Ron said. "How that will turn out." He shrugged. "Hopefully it will do some good." He looked down at the girl who hadn't moved since they'd placed her on the floor.
End of Chapter.