First off I would like to apologise for how long it took me to upload this chapter. I had a bit to do IRL and, whilst thinking of future happenings in this story I had some ideas for other stories which I wanted to jot down and work on, you might or might not see them pop up on here, depending on how happy I am with them
:) with that said, enjoy chapter 5
-Chapter 5-
-Audio log 001, private archives, Dr. Wade Load, day five at Global Justice-
~Umm, uhh how do I tell if this is on? Huh, a read flashing light? Ok…
Well, hello future me, or whoever will be listening to these Audio logs for one reason or another. As the title probably says, this is day 5 of working at GJ. When they offered me the job here I was understandably pretty enthused. Should have seen the pay they offered! Naturally, after thinking it over for close to 3 months I accepted, I want to do my part in saving this world after all, do some good for others out there in need of help, and with Team Possible probably going mostly offline in the coming years- and with the pay offered- I mean, how could I refuse? The first few days weren't too busy, though Dr. Director has 'promised' that that's going to change in the next few weeks, and will probably stay busy and hectic for a good while longer. We'll see about that though. For now I just have to start up on my first project though, something about medical nano bots, so not the drama as Kim would say. If she was a super genius, had this job and was me that is… ANYWAY gotta go!~
Kim Possible, former teen hero who saved the world and newly discovered mutant, was fast asleep.
"Kiiiiimmmmm…"
It felt like it was the best sleep she had had in ages!... if you were to ignore the slight tingling feeling that was in the back of her mind that is.
"Hellloooo, red haired lady?"
There was only one thing odd about the dream she was having, there seemed to be this constant familiar voice calling out to her, but she couldn't quite put a face to it.
"Earth to Kim Possible… Come in Kim Possible…. Really? Nothing?"
Slowly waking from her deep sleep somewhat displeased and definitely not ready to deal with the land of the awake Kim took a stab in the dark and spoke up "Muumm I'm a big girl now, and that means I gets to sleep in… shoo"
"Yeah um KP, I'm not your mother last time I checked. Now can you please let me down? 'cause that would be totally badical if you could."
The redhead's eyes shot wide open. "Ron?! Wait where are-" she paused when she caught sight of him, levitating upsidedown, four feet in the air with a very red face. "Oh, OH! Oh god I am so sorry! I don't even know how I… are you ok Ron?"
Releasing her power holding up the Blonde floating in the air Kim watched as Ron landed on the ground in an unceremonious heap with an almost comical ooff escaping from his mouth in response to the less than soft landing.
"Yeah just swell, though it would seem I still have to work on my landing. Remind me not to become a plane anytime soon."
"I… I am so confused right now, how did I even do that. I mean I was asleep and everything." Kim asked, directing the question at nobody in particular.
"Kimberly Possible, both you and Ronald have many questions… some we have answers to, others we can help you discover the answers yourselves…"
"Huh, what did you say Ron?"
"I said I could really, really go for a good big healthy helping of Buenos Nachos, but I get the feeling we're at least a day or so away from anything tasty to eat."
"Heh, could eat me…" Kim chuckled to herself relaxing and letting the 'no joke goes too far' humour that she and Ron had developed over the years come out.
"Um I could eat er- um what?" Ron rubbed his neck, visibly awkward and nervous as he suddenly found he had a keen interest in the ground and all of its uniquely shaped little rocks and the small tufts of grass that were scattered about.
"Huh? Oh sorry, just a joke, 'cause what you said was just asking for it to be turned… well yeah." Kim replied, feeling a little crestfallen and somewhat apologetic, seeing how awkward Ron was feeling. "Ok, yeah I'm thinking I probably should lay off that trail of humour until you get your memory back."
"Ahem. Yeah…" Ron, looking thoughtful turned to the read head with the awkward humour. "So, Kim, you seem to know me fairly well, can I ask you a question?"
"Uh yeah sure Ron. Shoot."
"Ok. Like I said you seem to know me really well, and well I can't seem to remember much before we decided to cause chaos and destruction with the not too friendly dudes back at the underground base…"
"Uh-huh, yeah I thought we've already established that?"
"Yeah yeah, but what I was going to ask was, who was I before, who were we before, 'cause I get the feeling we weren't 'bump into each other down the street now we know each other's names' kind of acquaintances."
"Well you're sure right that we weren't 'bump into each other-blah, blah- names acquaintances. We were best friends since pre-K, when we were really little-"
"How little?"
"Really little, Ron. Pre-K sized little."
"Ohhh. Yeah that makes sense."
Kim gave him a look that seemed to say 'no kidding genius' before continuing. "So yeah anyway, we were best friends through highschool, we also became more than friends in highschool. And stayed together through University, until you proposed, almost dropping the ring in the process and that brings us to the now, where we are engaged, apparently mutants and only a little bit on the run from Global Justice."
"… We're engaged?"
"Yeah Ron. See that's why I have this … Ring? Oh GJ is gonna pay! They took it!"
"Uhhh calm down Smeagol. What did they take?"
"The ring! They must have taken it while I was out of it in the base." Kim scowled, deciding to use her new-ish found powers to vent out on a big boulder not too far from them, causing a crack to run along it's centre.
"Yeah, um KP? Remind me never to get on your bad side. For some reason I think it might not end well for me."
"You know Ron, what's worse than losing that ring, is knowing I have all these fond memories, all the good and bad times and things we did together, and you don't, because of what they did to you in there…"
Ron, seeing the expression of sadness come across Kim's face couldn't help but let his inner Ron-ness come out and sat down next to where she was still sitting from waking up.
"Hey, Kim, we can work this out, you'll see. This'll be just another curious story to tell and look back and laugh about in no time. Maybe the brain-thought voice dude that is leading us to Upperton to meet him there has a brain tap machine like Drakken once did, or one of those memory recovery devices that you got acquainted with once?"
"Wait, you remember them?" A surprised Kim asked, looking over to her, yes still HER Ron, even if he couldn't remember that important part just yet. "Does that mean you're recovering some of your memories?"
"Um, sort of? These memories come and go in a way, like they're trying to reach through a rubbery wall only to get pushed back to the back of my mind as if something is trying to make me forget." Ron looked over to Kim, who was trying her best to picture his description, but even with her naturally creative imagination she was having trouble. "Yeah, its weird I know, but thinking about it too much could give you a headache, it sure does with me!"
"Uh-huh, and you getting a headache from thinking too much is different from the norm how?" Kim kidded, poking her tongue out at the taken aback blonde.
"Ohhhh, when I get my memory back to normal I am so gonna get you back for that, just you wait!" Ron replied with a grin on his face. Having very, very recently discovered why he actually felt so at ease with being around Kim added to the grin and good feeling he had inside him, like things could only get better from here on.
"Oh you will, will you?" Kim replied before pausing to look at the curious facial expressions Ron was suddenly making. "Um, Ron? Is everything alright?"
"Ahh, heh, yeh KP. I just realised I haven't been to the toilet yet since our great escape and I just really, really got to pee. Like super bad crossed with the feeling like I'm about to burst, that kind of urgent call of nature. Know what I mean?"
"Right, thanks for being so detailed about that, Forrest Gump would be proud of you."
"Yeah, yeah. I will be right back!"
And with that Ron departed in a hasty fashion to a spot behind the large-ish looking boulder Kim had cracked earlier where he would have some privacy and let out a big sigh. A short while later he returned to the red head, who was giving him a semi-judgmental look, her arching eyebrow threatening to rise above her head.
"I swear that sigh couldn't have been any louder if you tried. Men! Oh how I'll never understand your ways of 'subtlety'."
"Pshhh, I can be plenty subtle, I swear I could be a ninja!" Ron replied, energetically striking a martial arts pose of sorts.
"Funny you should mention that. Even though you don't remember, you did attend a secret Ninja school in japan for a while. So technically you could be considered a ninja" Kim couldn't hide a smile as she watched Ron's face light up in that very Ron-like way it always used to when he got excited.
"Oh yeah! I'm a ninja!" Ron paused mid cheer to look in the direction of Upperton.
"Ron? What's up?" Kim asked, her smile replaced with a frown as she became worried.
"A jet, I can hear a jet coming. Stealth by the sounds of it…" Ron answered as he proceeded to scan the skies with his eyes.
"Wait, you can hear a stealth jet before you can see it?" Kim said, a skeptical expression on her face.
"My Ninja senses are tingling Kim. Its close, but why cant I see it?"
"Your Ninja senses are tingling?" Kim huffed before thinking to herself "Of all the things you seem to have somehow remembered, why did comic book references have to be one of them?"
Just as Kim was about to open her mouth to suggest that maybe the Blonde had gotten a little too much sun and a bit of a cooked brain, a gust of wind blew straight down on them from above. A hum and a flicker of light later revealed a large stealth jet beginning a landing sequence not too far from them, touching down on the ground in a slightly uncontrolled manner.
"Well I'll be damned. Ron, remind me not to doubt your… ninja senses again." Kim said to her partner without looking over, her eyes trained on the jet.
"You got it KP. It is ok that I call you KP, isn't it? I know I've been calling you that all this time but I wanted to make sure."
"Yeah Ron, its very ok." She said in deliberate broken English with a smile, before continuing to study the Jet. "Do you think it's Global Justice?"
"Doubt it, never seen this design before, but I'm suiting up anyway, just incase they're not friendly…" He trailed off as a hiss announced the descent of a small staircase from the belly of the aircraft. "Guess we'll find out soon enough, you ready KP?"
"As ready as I'll ever be Ron." Kim replied confidently.
Without another word she got into her favoured pose from back in the day when she'd thwart Dr. Drakken and Shego's plans almost on a daily basis. Hearing footsteps coming from the top of the staircase she mentally reached inside of herself and could feel her power flowing through her. She was ready to unleash a pounding on whoever was to come down those stairs. It was probably a GJ agent, a big mean brute trained to hunt Mutants like her and Ron… or a man, dressed in a black suit and wearing a weird visor over his eyes?
"Ok… and who are you supposed to be? 'cause I was expecting GJ, and I don't think that fashion statement is in line with GJ uniform regulations." Kim semi blurted out in confusion as she just watched the unidentified man reach the base of the stairs.
"Hello Kimberly, Ronald. My name is Scott, or Cyclops if you will." He looked over the confused young adults, who going from their body language seemed very unsure of what to make of all this.
"Come on one-eye! I know you're slow and all but hurry up! I've run out of cigars after you burnt my stash." A rough voice called out from inside the Jet alarming Kim and Ron.
"I'm sorry, that was Logan… he's a bit lacking when it comes to formalities."
"You don't say? So you two mutants too?" Ron asked, after getting the feeling that they weren't in danger anymore, but still finished climbing into his suit.
"Yes we are. We are teachers at a school for mutants, like you. The school is run by Charles Xavier. You have… sort of met him before. He was hoping to meet you in Upperton, though we are running out of time now."
"Yeah, sorry but never met anyone called-" Ron cut off as he started to hear that same voice in his head.
"Hello Ronald, I am Charles Xavier. We will be properly introduced in time."
"-Ahh voiced in my head!" Ron exclaimed a second later.
"Yeah he does that, you'll get used to it in time. Now please, come with us. It's a long trip and we have much to discuss."
Without another word, the black suit clad Scott walked back up the stairs into the belly of the jet and disappeared out of sight, leaving Kim and Ron outside on their own.
"So, you think we should follow them Ron?" Kim asked, her voice betraying how unsure she was about this whole sitch.
"Eh, I think we can trust him KP. The other dude sounds like a grump, but he might be funny?" Ron looked over to his 'newly discovered' fiancée and smiled reassuringly. "Plus it looks like one-eye here has a battle/power suit just like me and I want to see if mine or his is stronger."
"You know Ron, it's not the strength of the suit, its what you do with it that counts."
With that the duo followed up the stairs that, once they reached the top of them, folded themselves up into the ship, deciding to trust these new, odd but seemingly trustworthy mutants and their cool stealth jet.
"Strap yourselves in," Scott said to them as they entered the cockpit. "Logan's flying, well he's learning to fly so that he can pilot the thing when the 'designated pilots' aren't around."
"If people were meant to fly we'd have been given wings." The other person, Logan, grumbled to himself as he checked over the flight instruments before taking off smoothly, well kind of smoothly.
-Same time, small town in the middle of nowhere-
"So Tara… got any ideas or new plans? 'cause I'm fresh out of ideas of what to do when we end up in a town of not even 100 people that doesn't have any fuel for our ride." Bonnie looked over to her best friend from high school.
Tara didn't immediately respond however. They were both, along with the car they had stolen from Global Justice, in what looked like the designated rubbish dump of the town, with piles of metals separated from decomposing organic matter and piles of rubble from what looked like the one time something made of concrete (maybe a long footpath?) was torn up and dumped here.
"Well." Tara began, making sure her mouth wasn't open for too long so that flies wouldn't try and fly in. "I'd suggest we just wait a little longer to see if they ever get any supplies brought into the town in a truck that we could hitch a ride on."
"What, you think they'd just let us hitch a ride?" Bonnie asked, skeptical of the 'great plan' of how to get out of the one horse town. "We don't exactly have money, you know T, and I don't really fancy the idea of jumping in the back of a truck where there could be rubbish and other disgusting things."
"Bonnie. We're hiding out in a town's rubbish dump. The back of a truck would be much better in comparison."
"Shhh, quiet Tara."
"What, what is it? What do you hear?" Tara was immediately aware of every single thing around them. That little bit of rubble moving, was it a GJ agent come to hunt them down? Nope a little lizard.
"Huh? Oh nothing, your words were just getting in the way of my logic." Bonnie said, smiling smugly.
"Oh you little- I swear once we're out of this sitch I'm going to get you back for that." Tara replied, scowling at the brunette.
"Damn T, I swear you're starting to sound more and more like Kim Possible did back in the day."
"Why thank you Bonnie." Tara said somewhat proudly.
"Huh? Wait that wasn't meant as a compli- oh what the hell." Bonnie waved her hand in the air to motion she was giving up. "I'm going to go for a walk, you coming T?"
"Nah, I'm happy as is right now B. maybe later, still working out different ways of getting out of here before we get tracked down by GJ, because, you know, that'll suck a hell of a lot and I don't think they'll be overly friendly towards us if we do happen to bump into them out here."
"Eh, suit yourself. I don't want to sit around much longer right now, maybe one of the locals has left their food near an open window and we can get a decent bite to eat for once." Bonnie got up and walked off in what she thought she remembered to be the direction of the town. "Later T!"
-Three hours later-
Bonnie walked tiredly back to where she and Tara had parked the stolen GJ car carrying a backpack which, to Tara's surprise looked to actually have something inside it, maybe something edible?
"Hey Bonnie!" Tara greeted the brunette. "You were gone for a good while, I was just about to come look for you."
"Oh Hey T, yeah I may or may not have taken the scenic route-"
"You mean you got lost right?"
"Yes fine, I may have gotten lost! But! I did get some food for us to eat. We are now the proud owners, of three apples, an orange and a semi weird smelling loaf of bread."
"Well, its not exactly Christmas is it, but it'll do us fine I think. Good going B."
Bonnie was pretty happy with Tara's compliment, though she made sure to remember not to let it get to her head, she remembered how bad a person she could be when that happened.
"Yeah T, now at least we have a little food for a little bit that we can eat until we find our way out again, or go looking for more food." Bonnie said, sitting down on an upturned milk crate contently eyeing the bag and the food inside.
"You want to eat all the food inside right now don't you?"
"… A little bit." Bonnie replied, eyeing the bag once more.
-Underwater Global Justice base, unknown location off the coast of North America-
"Well, Agent Wright? You said you had something to report and I'm all ears right now." Dr. Betty Director said, sitting behind her desk with a somewhat bored expression on her face.
"Uh, Yes of course Dr. Director." Agent Wright said quickly before looking at the documents he had brought with him. "Intel suggests that the larger part of the world will be voting in favour for the Mutant Registration Act and, once publicly voicing their support, will be passing the required legal bills and legislations on their home soils to allow for larger GJ agent numbers and bases and for covert ops to take place, along side the voluntary or forced identification of all Mutant members of their populations."
"Good. I expect by now our satellite uplink is worldwide from here?" Dr. Director half asked, half stated. Seeing a nod from the agent she proceeded onto more pressing matters. "And what about out SENTINEL production? How is that coming along?"
"Slowly, Sir." The agent said, a little nervous. "Although facilities have now been constructed we can only work on three at a time effectively. If we were to aim for a faster production rate we would have to build additional facilities and employ additional engineers for construction."
"That is acceptable Agent Wright." Betty said whilst pondering on the next move she would make to either increase the rate of SENTINEL manufacturing or to increase their effectiveness in the field. Deciding that quantity over quality would be initially more beneficial she turned her questioning mind towards the agent before her. "Currently, how many completed drones do we possess?"
"As of today we have seven SENTINEL drones manufactured, we are still however working on an efficient AI system to upload into them and, without DR. Load's expertise we are finding this part exceedingly tedious."
"Dr. Load was found to be a traitor. He would have sabotaged our efforts." She stated bluntly, reminding the agent of the doctor's 'traitor' status. "Are there any other minds we can employ to speed up the process? I know there was a scientist who managed to make a basic AI program for half his electric appliances, and car. He had some exposure to Possible and Stoppable."
"Yes I read about him, he'd be perfect for the project, however reports say that he has gone underground since our attempted harnessing of Stoppable." Agent Wright said, sounding somewhat defeated as he did. "I'd bet $100 that he was warned by Dr. Load before his demise."
"No doubt about that agent." Dr. Director said casually. "Alright that's all I want to hear for now, prepare a full report for me to read over for the end of the week. We can't allow ourselves to be delayed much further, I get the feeling that anti mutant sentiment worldwide will not remain as high as it is now for much longer. We only have a window of a couple of years to work within."
"Of course Dr. Director. I will begin trawling through potential persons to recruit to increase our manufacturing efficiency."
"Oh and Agent Wright?" Dr. Director asked. "It may be worth going through all the tech that Dr. Load left behind. We wouldn't want any of it to backfire on us in the field. That is all. Dismissed agent."
With that said, and being formally given permission to leave Dr. Director's office, Agent Wright left to continue his work, knowing full well that the Director was not one you would want to disappoint.
-End Chapter 5-