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It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves (William Shakespeare)
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Victor Francis Steele, Major U.S. Air Force, a caucasin male weighing one hundred ninety pounds and standing at just under six feet of height liked being in command. He had served his country for over two decades fighting in so many battles and on so many different battlefields that he truly believed he had seen it all. As the airlock door of the Phlogeus drop-ship opened and revealed the stunning surface of the planet Mars he knew he had been wrong. For an instant his always brisk professional etiquette cracked and he gaped in wonder at the endless red soil, broken dunes, rolling hills, and crater laden landscape that stretched out before him. His ship had landed at Hades Prime, the expected landing site, on the planes of Arabia Terra on Mars.
Now as he neared forty years of life Victor was afraid of nothing, except maybe the growing number of grey hairs he sometimes found in his head of hair. He was still in top physical and mental condition but the thought of growing old, growing obsolete, brought a fearful bitter taste to his mouth. That was the primary reason why he accepted this command and this mission. For the chance of obtaining true power that transcended temporal age.
His instance of wonder quickly passed and the professional soldier in him took over once again and he strode purposefully down the narrow stairs from the airlock until he stood on the rocky Martian soil. He was the first known Earthling to step on Mars, to step on a foreign planet. He had pondered if this moment would affect him in any kind of a meaningful way. He found he really couldn't have cared less.
Victor was here to do a job and that was all that really mattered to him. Well that and achieve his dream of power and revenge. He was this mission's commander and one of the reserve pilots trained to operate the Aethon and its landing crafts. That was his function and that is what he would do, or die trying.
The rest of his command team, his first team, followed him down the stairs. This consisted of Lieutenants Jack Trudeau and Isabella Meara, the primary mission spacecraft pilots and Sergeant Andre Powers his chief of mission security. Jack was a thirtyish caucasin male air force pilot, marathon runner, and adventure junky. Isabella was a late twentyish female of Spanish-American descent who was drummed out of the NASA astronaut program due to drug issues. She was a beautiful and brilliant pilot but the substance addiction allowed her to be easily manipulated. Victor, however, made sure she was never using while on mission. Finally Andre was a huge African-American male that towered over everyone else on the mission. Even with his low rank his position still held considerable power being the security chief.
His first team formed a silent semi-circle behind Victor as they continued to stare in wonder at the surrounding Mars landscape. The entire crew now wore their lighter more maneuverable surface environmental suits. The suits were much less bulky then their larger space environmental suits but were only useable in Mar's limited atmosphere and not in deep space. Besides communications, life support, and atmospheric control the suits were equipped with small thrusters that allowed for rapid surface movement in Mars's low gravity field. Finally each suit was equipped with muscle and joint motor actuators that enhanced the wearer's physical strength and endurance.
The mission's Operation team, or second team, followed them through the airlock and down the stairs to the Martian surface. The second team was led by Captain Oliver Brand, U.S. Army, the mission's first officer another tall caucasin male whose background was based in combat engineering and construction. He was followed by Lieutenants Lucas Hunter, Gabrielle Ocypete, and then finally Sergeant Raj Indivar. At 22 years of age Lucas was the youngest member of the entire mission and a mathematical genius. He was a child prodigy who had been recruited by General Stone to be included in several global covert operations. He was now the mission's navigator/astrogator and second reserve pilot. Gabrielle was of American-Italian ancestry in her mid-thirties and was the mission's chief engineer. Raj was a medium height American citizen born of Indian parents who was a brilliant mechanical engineer.
"Since we are the first Earthlings to set foot on Mars shouldn't we say something inspirational?" asked Lt. Hunter (Lucas) to everyone over the open com channel.
"Yes we should", said Victor. "You all know your jobs. So get to work and do it right or you will have the pleasure of being the first Earthling casualty on Mars. Do I make myself perfectly fucking clear?"
"Yes sir!" Everyone rang out in perfect unison as both teams scrambled away from Victor to perform their respective duties.
Only sergeant Powers (Andre) dared to stand near Victor. "That was very inspirational sir".
"I thought so".
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Kim Possible sat on a small sofa across from her sister in-law, Kristal Talbert Possible, wife of Jim Possible. They sat in a large living room in Kristal's home. James Possible, Kim's son, stood behind her casually looking out the front windows as if watching warily for someone or something.
Kim's second sister in-law, Karen Talbert Possible, wife of Timothy Possible came into the room carrying a tray of tea and cookies. She sat the tray down on a small table between the sofas and then sat down next to her twin sister Kristal.
"I don't understand Kim. Is something wrong? Are Jim and Tim in any danger?" asked Kristal.
"Oh…I think it's way too early to think anything like that", Kim was reluctant to divulge her suspicions to her sisters' in-law at this time. "I…we were just wondering whether you've heard from Jim or Tim recently."
The two sisters looked at each other with worried expressions. Kim sensed they wanted to talk to her but were worried to do so.
"I guarantee that we will keep anything you say in the strictest confidence", Kim reached down and poured herself a cup of tea.
"It's just that Tim and Jim asked us not to talk to anyone about their work", said Karen.
"But Kim and James aren't just anyone, they're family", pleaded Kristal. Karen slowly nodded her head in agreement.
"When was the last time you heard from them?" asked Kim as she sipped her tea.
"It was over two weeks ago when they left together for their latest work session", said Kristal.
"Two weeks ago! Where the heck have they gone for that long", asked Kim.
"We don't know. They never told us where they go and sometimes their gone for only a few days and sometimes a couple of weeks", said Karen.
"But they always come back happy and excited… they said they can't tell us where they go or what their working on other than it's for the U.S. government", said Kristal.
"You both are very understanding of my brothers and I thank you for that. How long has this been going on?"
"They've been on this job since well before our wedding so… a little more than a year", said Kristal and Karen nodded her head in agreement.
Kim noticed James flinch when Kristal mentioned the wedding. She stared at him for a second and she could have sworn it was like he was recalling something. She flagged that in her head to discuss later.
If the girls really were in the dark as to what her brothers were doing then they weren't going to be any more help here today.
"Why are asking these questions all of the sudden? Have you learned something?" asked Karen.
"Nothing definitive. But I believe it's essential that we locate them as soon as we can". Kim pulled two cards from her suit pocket and placed them on the table. "These cards have all of mine and James's contact information on them. If you hear anything from the boys please contact us immediately and we will do the same". Kim placed her tea cup down and stood up signaling secretly to James that they were leaving.
James led his mother and his Aunts to the front door where they all embraced before saying goodbye.
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James started his GJ issued car as Kim finished buckling herself in. As they pulled away into traffic Kim stared out the car window while drumming her fingers on the door's armrest.
"What did your Aunt's say that sparked such interest?"
"They reminded me of a conversation I had with Uncles Jim and Tim right before their legendary Las Vegas Bachelor party".
"Do tell", Kim leaned over on her elbow smiling at James.
"They mentioned a highly classified project they were working on for the U.S. government that involved a manned mission to Mars".
"A mission coming up in the future or one already underway?"
"One that was already in progress and a long way along to Mars when they originally told me months ago".
"And you never mentioned any of this to me?"
"As you recall the Las Vegas trip was where I first meet Lyra and then we became involved with our battles against Opal. Since then our lives have been rather busy and I just kind of forgot about it".
"You mean busy as in you and Lyra knocking each other's heads together and then cranking out babies". Kim couldn't help but smile teasingly at her son as James blushed slightly and sighed in exasperation.
"Do you delight in bringing up things I'm uncomfortable talking to you about?"
"Yes I do. It's a mother prerogative to take joy in talking about things that make her son uncomfortable".
James smiled for his mother and gave the typical child rolling his eyes gesture and Kim couldn't help but sit back and laugh. She reached over and slapped him playfully on the arm several times as she broke out in a slight giggle fit. After a few more moments of levity Kim finally calmed down and decided to get back on track.
"If it's true that my brothers really were working on a secret manned Mars mission, that hasn't reached the ears of the public, then it's beyond top secret. Normal inquiries about it aren't going to work".
"I agree. That means we are going to have to go way up the power chain before we can hope to get any answers".
"You have something in mind James?"
"I think I know where to start".
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The priority message phone buzzed on the desk of Dr. Elizabeth (Betty) Director of GJ. She had been expecting this call for hours now but she was in no hurry to pick it up. She picked up the reports that lay in front of her and neatly stacked them before placing them to the side. She took a long last look around her office to see that everything was ready and then she leaned back in her chair and clicked the open call button.
The large wall screen next to her desk went from dark to showing the handsome face and large physique of her caller. She pivoted her chair towards the screen and an all knowing lopsided grin spread across her face.
"Hello Horace longtime no see".
"Greetings Elizabeth, I see your stint as GJs Director continues to suit you. You must share with me the secret location of your fountain of youth". General Horace Stone smiled back from the wall screen.
"Oh please Horace you flatter me…the problem isn't the age on this body but the mileage".
"Nonsense my dear. Besides your eye, you look just the same as you did when we served together in Somalia. You do remember Somalia don't you?"
"I've spent the last several years trying to forget it".
"Of course you have", Stone laughed for a moment before he quieted and his face turned serious. "I apologize for being abrupt my dear but I am rather busy right now and I believe your message inferred that you have something serious to discuss".
"Indeed I do. I have a lost and found request to make of you".
"Perhaps you are getting old Elizabeth if you need me to help you find something. Pray tell what have you lost?"
"The Possible twins, James and Timothy Possible. Do you know them?"
Betty watched Horace's face closely for any indication that her request touched a nerve. She was disappointed however as the general showed not the slightest sign of recognition or distress.
"Yes I know of them. I worked with their father, James Possible Senior, several years ago. If memory serves they followed his footsteps into the field of science and not their sister's into… whatever it is she does".
"She regularly saves the world".
"Right", the general made an effort to hide his disdain.
"Word is they have been working on something secretive for the U.S. government. So I've been calling around Washington all day trying to find out what that might be and I've gotten nowhere. Most of the people I talked to claimed to know nothing and the few that did seem to imply that whatever it happened to be was well over my pay grade. That hurt Horace… it really did".
"I'm sure it did. So why come to me for help?"
"Because you've been involved in almost every secret, black ops or black bag job the U.S. military has thought about in decades".
"And so you thought that if the Possible twins were working on something classified then I would know about it and would tell you about it… for old time's sake".
"Please and thank you", Betty tried to put on her most disarming smile.
"If they are working for me then I guarantee it would be on something important. I'm not saying they are but if they were I couldn't tell you about it, regardless. I'm sorry".
"I guess it would be something important… say like a manned mission to Mars perhaps?"
This time Betty caught it. The professional poker face veneer of the General's face broke for just a moment. It only lasted for a brief instant but it was all the proof Betty needed to guess that he did know something about the twins.
"Manned Mars mission? The U.S. and NASA are years away from any such an undertaking. Elizabeth I believe you've been passing your free time as GJ Director by reading too many science fiction novels".
"So you're saying you don't know anything about the Possibles or a Mars mission"?
"It's been nice catching up with you Elizabeth. As a courtesy to you I will make some inquiries into the Possible twins whereabouts and contact you if I learn anything. Goodbye".
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"That son of a… he's lying!" Kim stepped away from the side of the wall screen in Betty's office.
"Perhaps so, perhaps not, but he was definitely hiding something", said Betty as she swiveled her chair back around to face forward.
"Is this enough for us to begin an investigation?" asked James as he stepped away from the other side of the wall screen.
"Not an official one, so we will have to proceed carefully".
"What do you mean careful? Just find out where this arrogant prick is and I'll take care of it", said Kim as she sat angrily down in a chair opposite Betty.
"We can't just charge in there on this Kim".
"They're my brothers Director!"
James stood at the edge of Betty's desk, between the two women, trying to appear as if he wasn't taking sides as they stared hard at each other.
"I appreciate that Kim but Horace is a scorched Earth policy kind of man. If your brothers really are working for him on something secret and important and he believes they might compromise it then he won't hesitate to remove them as a danger".
"So if we go in hot then we could be putting them in more danger", said James.
"Damn!" Kim said as she struck the arm of her chair.
"Did their message imply that they were in immediate danger?" Betty turned to ask James.
"Not directly but it inferred that the boys were in something over their heads and requesting assistance", said James.
"Well that's enough for me to begin at least an unofficial investigation", Betty nodded her head towards Kim.
"Thank you Director", said Kim.
"James I'd like to put you in charge of this… if I can pull you away from ripping apart any more powered armor suits".
Kim's head snapped around to her son and the look she gave him was one of intense parental scrutiny. James's eyes looked pleadingly at Betty as he seemed to implore her not to continue this line of discussion. Betty's eyes only stared back into James's in mocking salute. Even though Betty said not a word James could sense her using Kim's presence to drive home her point that he was an Assistant Director now and not a field agent.
The door to Betty's office opened and Will Du entered.
"Did we get a trace on the call?" asked Betty as she quickly changed the subject.
"Negative Director. He was scrambling the signal off a dozen satellites and different ground locations. The closest we were able to get was to ascertain that he was somewhere in North America". Will sat the list of scramble sites on Betty's desk.
"He really didn't want to be traced", said James as he picked up and studied the papers Will had set down.
"So where does that leave us?" asked Will.
"Maybe we can try it from a different angle. I'm not a rocket scientist but my dad and brothers are", Kim sat back in her chair drumming her fingers together as she appeared to contemplate something. "There are only a very limited number of active Mars satellites around correct?"
"Yes, less than two dozen", said Will.
"Those satellites are constantly sending messages back to Earth and that takes them several minutes each. So that could allow us time to intercept them, analyze them, and determine their destination point back here".
"In theory yes but do we have the equipment and expertise to do that?" asked Betty.
Kim and James looked at each other and both smiled knowing predatory smiles. "We know someone who can do it in his sleep and he still rocks", said Kim.
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Victor sipped at a cup of rather poor coffee as he sat down at the table in the small conference room inside the Mars habitat module. The habitat, or Hab for short, was designed to house all twelve members of the crew at one time. The Hab was divided into four wings containing the living quarters, science labs, operation rooms, and control rooms for the mission. It was situated inside a large level crater that sat in between two low mountain ranges within the middle of the Arabia-Terra fields.
Three other members of the mission sat at the table Captain Brand (Oliver), Andre, and Captain Lisa Staples. Lisa was the mission's second officer and leader of the science team or third mission team. Lisa was a tall African-American woman who at just turning thirty had finished her Doctorate in Nuclear Physics and Savate (French kickboxing).
The rest of the third team was presently outside the Hab completing the initial landing site preparations. Its remaining makeup consisted of Lieutenants Richard Nash, Nalani Catton, and Sergeant Steve Caiden. Richard was a caucasin male and the mission's chief medical officer as well as a brilliant botanist. Nalani was an American of Hawaiian descent that was the mission's primary computer scientist and Sergeant Caiden was the mission's geologist.
"What's the status of the landing site preparation operations?" asked Victor to the table.
"The Hab construction is complete with one hundred percent structural integrity and life support operations are nominal. Both the primary and second reactors are on-line as well as the solar panels and battery reserves", said Oliver.
"We have the long range communication antennae's on station, aligned, and already receiving transmission from Earth. Both surface rovers have been assembled and are on stand-by", said Lisa.
"The Phlogeus is undamaged and is fully operational to return to the Aethon. We have a stable perimeter cordoned out to one kilometer from the Hab. Ground sensors, surface radar, and uplinks to the orbital satellites have been established", said Andre.
"Good. That puts us ahead of schedule. Is there any sign we have been detected by any of the orbiting satellites that we do not control?"
"No sir. The orbit of the Aethon is outside their detection windows and our descent was projected within a blind spot of all other satellites", said Andre.
"Excellent. Now talk to me about the timeline until the arrival of the comet".
Lisa pressed several buttons on the table's surface and its top suddenly displayed a topographical map of the surface of Mars. Using her fingers she compressed the map until it showed a close up display of the Arabia Terra plains. Two bright blinking dots were illuminated on the display.
"This is where we are at Hades Prime", Lisa then drew her finger to the other blinking dot. "This is the projected impact site of the comet. It is just under twenty three kilometers away which means it is within easy range of the surface rovers", said Lisa.
"We are now entering our third sol (Martian day) on Mars and our closest estimate put the comet's impact just ten sols away", said Oliver.
"In the meantime we will conduct our secondary scientific missions and tertiary operational support tasks", Lisa seemed to hesitate a moment before continuing. "I have a question sir?"
"Yes".
"Only we four know of our primary mission to intercept the comet. Now that we are on site, are we going to tell the rest of the crew?"
"Absolutely not", said Andre. "Premature knowledge of that aspect of our mission by individuals not already vetted for that knowledge constitutes an unacceptable security risk".
"But…"
"You heard him Captain. Now tell me about our planned team deployment at the time of impact".
"Earth command suggests a three tiered team deployment. One team close to impact, one slightly further away, and the last slightly further beyond that", said Oliver.
"I volunteer my team to be the close team", said Lisa.
"Trying to steal all the glory Captain?" asked Andre.
"My team is the least necessary for critical ship operations and thus the most expendable. If something goes wrong…" Lisa left the thought unfinished.
"Very well Captain you get to be closest. My team will take the middle and Oliver yours will be the last", said Victor.
"Peachy. Now all we have to do is to be patient and wait", said Oliver.
Being patient was never one of Victor's strongest skills.
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As the face of Doctor Director disappeared from the computer screen General Stone sat in silent contemplation. He had taken this call in his office and at his desk because it was the most secured place in the entire facility.
"I told you this was going to happen", complained General Hall from where he stood by the bar.
"Yes you did, and surprisingly enough it has worked out exactly as I anticipated".
"You're kidding me", Hall finished pouring his drink and then sat down in a chair in front of Stone's desk.
"This operation is too big to be kept totally secret forever Mark. The fact that it took this long for GJ to know something is a good gauge of our security and their intelligence gathering capabilities".
"So this call from the GJ Bitch didn't bother you?"
"Not overtly and not yet. This call was a fishing expedition and nothing more. If they knew something concrete they wouldn't be contacting us but storming in here with guns blazing".
"What of the Possible boys?"
"We'll have Vickie run another in-depth security sweep on them looking for anyway they might have gamed the security system. If the boys have gotten suspicious enough to break containment protocol then we may need to take measures to ensure their continued cooperation".
"Are you talking about removing them if necessary?"
"Not yet. They are still a valuable resource to us and possibly and important trump card for us to hold if certain parties happen to come calling".
"What level alert status should we go too?"
"All the way to the top. Call in all our reinforcements. Whether we like it or not we may be getting company soon".
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Vickie entered the secret personal control room of Professor Dementor. She found the Professor hunched over his three-dimensional holographic monitor as it showed an enhanced picture of the alien comet. As the comet grew closer to Mars the telescopic images from the orbiting satellites grew clearer.
"I am naming this celestial body Comet Demenz. That sounds so much better than Comet C2024 II", said Dementor in happy glee.
"I thought the person who discovered the comet got to name it?" said Vickie.
"The poor astronomer who discovered it was liquidated by Stone as a routine military precaution. Now since I am the one putting it into practical use then I claim the honor of naming it".
"Whatever", said Vickie as she walked up to the monitor to get a closer look at the comet's projection.
"Why are you here? I didn't expect you until later this evening", said Dementor as he looked away from the projection to admire Vickie's backside. With one of his hands he roughly groped Vickie's ass. She gently but firmly smacked his hand away.
"Later my liebchen", promised Vickie as she reached into her blouse and pulled forth a folded print out and handed it to him.
"Vat is this?" asked Dementor as he turned the paper over trying to see it from all angles.
"It's some form of coded message the Possible brothers got out several days ago. They tried to delete all traces of it but I found it during an enhanced security sweep of their activities. I ran it through our decryption software but we haven't been able to break their code yet".
"Oh yes I knew about this. I let them get this message out".
"You what! I thought you were monitoring them to prevent this very thing from happening?"
"Not entirely true my little cinnamon strudel. I've been monitoring the boys in the hopes that they would eventually try to contact their family".
"Their family are the Possibles. Kim Possible and her kin have thwarted every plan you have ever come up with. Why do you want them involved in this? Why Now?"
"Yes Kim Possible has thwarted me time and time again but not this time. It's too late for the Possibles to stop the coming of the comet or the Mars mission. My super soldiers will return and the first thing they will do is crush Kim Possible and her family".
"But why involve them now? Why not wait until our people return?"
"When the time comes we may need Stone and his cronies distracted or eliminated. The Possibles can accomplish both of the goals while placing themselves directly in our line of fire".
"So our enemies will eliminate each other. Dangerous but not bad?"
"Exactly my dear".
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They were sitting having drinks in the bar of the best upscale Hotel in Upperton.
"You want me to do what?"
"Wade I want you to hack into the signals coming back from the satellites orbiting Mars and trace those signals back to their reception sites here on Earth", said Kim.
"Is that even legal?" asked Millie Load, Wade's wife.
"It's sort of a grey area right now", said James.
"Instead of a fall Possible family cook out you flew us all the way to Upperton so we could hack into government satellites for you?" said Wade just before polishing off his second beer.
"Well… partially. We are having the fall Possible family cook out…" began Kim.
"Who is cooking this year?" asked Millie.
"Ron and I", said James.
"Excellent! What are you fixing?"
"Well I was thinking of…"
"Whatever it is will be great… but can we get back to the point", said Kim. "We aren't going to have a full Possible reunion if we don't find my brothers".
"Jim and Tim are lost?" asked Millie.
"Let's just say they are working for the government on something very secret and we believe they may be in need of our help", said James.
"Why didn't you tell me this over the coms?" asked Wade.
"I wanted a face to face because I didn't want to risk this request getting out", said Kim.
"Pfft… as if any government stooge could crack my signals", sneered Wade.
"So will you do it?" Kim rested her hand on her chin and initiated the all-powerful puppy dog pout.
"Oh man it's been a long time since I've seen that", laughed Wade.
"Holy cow that's scary", said Millie before breaking out in a fit of laughter.
"I don't have access to my usual stuff here".
"You can use everything I have at my house", said James. "And if you need anything else then I'll get it for you".
"Sweet. Let's do this", said Wade as they all clinked their glasses together.
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Jim and Tim Possible sat in the mission control room monitoring the Mars mission group as they performed a long range geological survey away from the Hades Prime landing site.
The mission was entering the thirteenth sol on Mars and still no announcement to the world had been made. General Stone had still been unwilling to release any information on the Mars mission to the public.
There had been no indication that their message had reached anyone on the outside and the enhanced security lockdown had prevented them from contacting anyone else. Still they hadn't been arrested and no alarms had gone off so the boys were hopeful that their message attempt had gone undetected by the facility security.
The mission control room was unusually full this morning. After the initial wave of enthusiasm had died down the control room had been minimally staffed as the Mars crew required little support from Earth until they ascended to the Aethon. However, this morning Vickie had the entire control group team called in. Both brothers thought it was a bit of overkill but Vickie was the Mission Control Officer so that was her call.
She stood at the back of the room tapping commands into a hand held computer as she watched the holographic projection of Mars in the center of the room.
Tim admitted that Vickie was nice to look at but he missed his wife Karen. It had been weeks since he had spoken to her and he hoped she wasn't too worried about him. The Possible fall family cookout would be coming up soon and he was afraid they were going to miss it. It was going to be at James's house this year and he was so looking forward to it.
An alarm sounded from the central display and woke Tim out of his thoughts of food and family fun. The display showed a holographic picture of Mars with a strange signal distortion along its outer atmosphere.
"What the hell…Jim are you seeing this". Tim sat down at his command console and began trying to clear the static interference from the projection.
"Yes I am and I can't seem to get a clear picture on what's causing it". Jim sat at his own command console as he too began trying to analyze this new phenomena.
"There is a new massive radioactive disruption in Mars's atmosphere", said Tim.
Several shouts and calls of alarm began to rise up from the surrounding control room personnel.
"Everyone calm down and resume your duty stations", Vickie's voice rang loud, clear, and commanding through the room. "Mr. Possible can you identify the problem. Are we dealing with instrumentation problem or an actual radioactive event?"
"As far as I can tell this isn't an instrumentation problem. Whatever just entered Mars's orbit is big and giving off an incredible electromagnet field as well as high intensity radiation".
"The computers are chewing on the numbers but the best estimate so far is that an outside celestial object has just entered Mars's atmosphere", said Jim.
"That's impossible we should have detected anything like this long before it got to the atmosphere", said Tim.
"I agree with you bro… but like it or not it's there. I've managed to tie into a nearby satellite so I may be able to clear up the projection".
Everyone in the room watched as most of the static and distortions faded away and the projection now showed the object leaving a long trail of debris behind it as it fell towards Mars.
"Is it going to hit the surface or burn up?" asked Vickie.
"Mars's atmosphere is too thin to burn up something of this large size", said Tim.
"Can we project the object's course and probable impact site?"
"I already have… " said Jim as the entire room turned to him. "Its impact site is Arabia Terra. Right on top of where the teams are doing their geological survey".
"We have to warn them", said Tim.
"It's no use", said Jim as he sat back heavily in his chair.
"What you me mean?"
"The object is less than ten minutes from impact and any message we send will take longer than that to reach them".
"Do it anyway. Maybe it will slow down, change course, anything. We have to try", said Tim.
Jim nodded his head and began an emergency message to the Mars landing team. A message he knew would never make it in time.
Vickie touched a control on Tim's command console. "Get me General Stone immediately".
The room was silent for several minutes as everyone watched the projection show the slow fall of the object towards the surface of Mars. It was only Jim's steady voice that rang out into the unbelieving silence.
"Object will impact in five… four… three… two… one…"
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Author's Notes:
We are on our way to interplanetary fun. I apologize for the introduction of so many people but its necessary when starting a new supervillain team. Don't worry I will be delving into more backgrounds and fun so just be patient.
I have a request of you the reader if you have a moment to aid me in my story. I have been debating and selecting the new comet induced powers that I will be introducing in the upcoming story. Here is the list of new powers that I plan to introduce:
(1) Kinetic energy absorption and manipulation (2) Teleportation and Phasing (3) Force and energy projection (4) strength and adrenal augmentation (5) Electrical energy manipulation and projection (6) Sonic energy manipulation and projection (7) Telekinetic and force field manipulation (8) Molecular control and disruption (9) Temporal and speed control
These are just a few of my ideas but I would be remiss if I didn't ask you the reader for your thoughts about what you would like to see. So please leave me a message or review and say what you think would be a cool comet inspired power for our villains to use.
Be on the lookout for my next chapter in my story 'Mirror of the Soul' due out soon.
Next Chapter: So it's a measuring contest…