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Kim Possible: The Impossibilities Series	By : Jarkota Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63576 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 8
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Impossible
Vengeance
by
Jarkota

Author's note:
Alright; the beginning of my latest arc. I'm really pleased with this one, as I believe it to be the best idea I've had since The Final Impossibility (which, actually, I had originally intended to be the last installment, hence the title). This is going to be a rather shallow installment, and I'm sorry about that, but it's merely to kick off the new story and get the ball rolling on the main focus of this (which I've been planning since before The Impossible Vacation). As always, I don't own the characters from Kim Possible; they belong to Disney.
*~*~*
“KP! KP!” Ron burst through the door of the house, screaming at the top of his lungs and shaking his arms. “It's horrible! It's unthinkable! It's.....it's.....!” Kim grabbed his arms. “Woah, Ron! Scared much?”
“Yeah; what's goin' on?” Bonnie said from her position in front of the television. In her arms were Anakin and Hikari, sleeping peacefully. “You're acting like Bueno Nacho went out of business or something.”
Ron's face and voice became serious. “Oh, it's worse than that, Bonnie. Much worse.”
A few minutes later, the trio, accompanied by Shego and Yori, stood in a parking lot, staring up at a large sign. “They changed Smarty-Mart!!!!!”
“Ron,” Kim said flatly, “they just changed the name.”
“Yeah,” Shego added, “they did this while we were chasing the Foot Clan in New York. We figured you'd heard about it like the rest of us. In was in all the papers and all over TV.”
“Excuse me if I was too busy being glad to have my girlfriends back to keep up with current events,” the blond replied. “But let's face it – Smarty-Mart as I knew it is gone.”
“It's the same store, Ron,” Kim said, obviously exasperated with his behavior. “I bet you that we could go in there and find the same employees, the same stuff, and the same prices. Martin Smarty himself said that the direction hadn't changed, but that he needed to reinvent the image for the new generation.”
Bonnie nodded. “Yeah. Especially since he bought Club Banana a few weeks ago.”
Now it was Kim's turn to freak out. “No way! You're lying! Please tell me you're lying, Bonnie Rockwaller!” She gripped the brunette's collar with both hands, her eyes filled with panic.
“'Fraid not, Princess,” Shego said. “You were obviously too busy with Ron over the last couple of weeks to notice, but Smarty pulled the smartest move of his career. Bought Club Banana, shut down all of their stores, and replaced his old clothing lines with the C.B. Stuff. At a much lower cost, I might add.”
But Kim wasn't there anymore. She and Ron had rushed into the store, nearly bowling over two employees who were gathering up shopping carts near the entrance. Bonnie sighed. “I don't get it. Those two can face down evil, maniacal baddies who want to take over the planet......”
“.....but they lose all control when something as simple as a corporate buyout happens. It is almost as though we were victims of a poorly-written comedy.” Yori finished for her. “Shall we follow them?”
Shego nodded. “Yeah; make sure they don't do anything we'll regret.” She crossed the lot and entered the store, Bonnie and Yori flanking her on each side with strollers holding their children.
Inside, they saw that Kim and Ron had split up. Kim was on her knees, crying in front of a rack of Club Banana spring fashions. “How could they so this to you?” she was saying. “The greatest designer wear in the history of mankind, and they put you on a fifty-percent-off rack!!!!”
Ron, meanwhile, was at the Customer Service desk, exchanging words with Steve Barkin.
“Stoppable, get ahold of yourself! Nothing has changed! The store is exactly as it was!”
“No it isn't! The Smarty-Mart that I grew to love is gone; replaced by this...this MOCKERY!” He slammed his fist on the counter. “I demand to see the manager!”
“Excuse me,” a voice said from behind him, “I'm the new district manager. May I help you?”
Ron whirled around and glared at the man. “Yeah! You can tell me why you've changed something that has been cherished by so many for so long into a corporate industry!”
“Kid, it was a corporate industry all along. Changing a name doesn't change the place.”
Ron was absolutely livid now. “Says you! You just work here! You haven't grown up in this place like I have!”
“Look, pal, you are seriously overreacting to this. You're not the first to express concerns about our new look, but I assure you that everything is pretty much the same.”
“'Pretty much'?”
The man turned slightly, waving his arm in a slow arc so as to point out some of the new additions to the store. “Aside from our new exclusive line of Club Banana fashions, we also now carry complete lines of Remington, Winchester, Marlin, and Mossberg firearms, the latest in Briggs & Stratton chainsaws, and a brand-new department with everything you need to deal with zombies, witches, and other occult beasties and undead monsters.”
Ron's eyes narrowed. “That's just what I mean! You'd never find that sort of thing at the old stores!” He was about to say more when a commotion off to his right caught his eye.
Kim was being pulled away from the clothing racks by Yori and Shego. Her eyes, filled with what Ron could only describe as insanity, never left the Club Banana logos on the racks, and her nails were digging long trenches in the tile floor as they dragged her out of the store. Ron looked back up at the dark-haired manager. “I've got to go see to my fiancée, but don't think you've heard the end of this! I'll be seeing you again, Mister....” he read the man's nametag, “....Williams!” The blond stormed away as Kim started to break out of Shego and Yori's grip.
The manager, trying to maintain a customer-friendly image, called after him, “Remember: Shop Smart – Shop S-Mart!”
*~*~*
The accepted rule is that there are two types of people in this world – those who do good, and those who do evil. However, there are exceptions to every rule.
Alistair Smythe was one such exception.
In his mind, his deeds were not evil. He sought justice for himself and his father, and felt that he was justified in causing others pain because of what he had endured for years under the thumb of the Kingpin. Smythe had tried numerous schemes to achieve his revenge, but each one had ended in total failure. His disastrous partnership with Oroku Saki had convinced him that relying on other people to help him was a mistake. Thus, he spent his remaining time – as well as the last of his financial and physical resources – to finishing the ultimate incarnations of his Spider-Slayer robots.
His father's original design, the Black Widow, along with the Tarantula and Scorpion he himself had built, sat side-by-side in the large hangar in which he had constructed them. The master control computer was nearing completion, and when it was online, it would control not only his Spider Slayers, but an entire army of cybernetic warriors which would carry out his every order.
“Finally,” he said aloud to no-one, “my labors will come to fruition. I will make the Kingpin pay for taking away my humanity,” he gazed at a framed photograph of an elderly man sitting next to the computer terminal, “and your life, Father.”
*~*~*
Yori stepped out of the shower in the home she shared with Ron Stoppable, Kim Possible, Shego, and the love of her life, Bonnie Rockwaller. She smiled when she thought of the lithe bruette and the children they had, all three of which were currently visiting the Rockwallers. Kim was spending time with her family, Shego had taken the Wego twins to King's Island, and Ron was running some errands that were supposed to take several more hours, so the Japanese girl was alone in the house for the first time. She'd never appreciated how big it was before, and how empty it seemed. She sighed, her loneliness apparent, and wishing that someone was there to keep her company.
That, however, was about to change.
After she was dry, Yori exited the bathroom, not bothering to dress, and went into the kitchen. She pulled out the lasagna that Shego had prepared for the previous night's dinner, cut herself a rather large slice, and popped it in the microwave. As she replaced the cover on the baking dish, she was totally unaware of the figure staring at her through the partially open curtains over the kitchen window.
The individual in question was careful not to be seen; this girl had long been of interest to him, and he was not about to let his carefully-laid plan be ruined by carelessness. When she retrived her food from the microwave, he ducked out of sight and moved over to the door. Peering through the small drapes over the door's built-in single-panel window, he watched her as she sat down at the table, her back to him, and began to eat.
Every motion captivated him; from the movements of her arm as she cut pieces from the lasagna and brought them to her mouth, to the food sliding past her sensual lips, to the slow, deliberate movements of her jaw as she chewed, there wasn't a motion wasted, and that made him all the more excited. She was a girl of balance and measure, Yori was; the only times that she put everything she had into an action was when she was fighting an enemy or making love to the four people she cared about most in the world.
The person at the door wanted her even more now, and what he wanted, he got.
Yori finished her lunch and put the plate into the dishwasher. Downing a quick glass of water, she made her way into the living room, picked up a novel she had been reading for the last several days, and stretched out on the couch, sighing as the cool leather made contact with her bare flesh. She opened the book, a rather erotic piece called Japanese Love Slave, and picked up where she had last left off.
The intruder slowly opened the back door and stepped inside, grinning over the fact that no-one had locked it. And why should they? They were among the most powerful fighters on the planet, and only a very brave few would dare try to attack them. Those that did were lucky if they lived to tell the tale. Quietly he shut the door behind him, turning the knob as he did so as to make no noise. He was clad entirely in black, from his shoes to his sweatsuit to his gloves, and wore a black mask over his face with a narow oval cut around the eyes, making them the only part of his skin visible. He crept through the kitchen, peering around to ensure that Yori had not changed her location, then made his way to the couch. He dropped to one knee, then cautiously peeked around the side.
Yori's face was hidden by the book, but the rest of her was visible, from her small, firm breasts to her sensual belly to the hand rubbing her smooth-shaven crotch. The masked man allowed himself another grin, repositioned himself behind the couch, then leapt over it in one quick motion.
Too late, Yori sensed the attack. She tried to roll out of the way, but her attacker landed on her and they both slid to the floor, he on her back and pinning her down. She tried to struggle, but he was simply too strong for her. Even channeling her chi into her muscles, she found that she was unable to do much more than squirm beneath the intruder. She felt something hard poking inbetween her legs, and she knew what it was that he was after. Her anger at the thought of being violated amplified her energy, and she contunued to struggle, but to no avail. It was as if whoever she was fighting was able to manipulate his energy, as well, and kept it just a little higher than her own to give him the advantage. There were very few on the planet good enough to do that, and once she narrowed down the list....
The man on top of her noticed that Yori stopped trying to escape, and he became concerned. Moving his head next to hers for a better look, he could see the edge of a smile form on her features.
“You are home early, Ron-chan,” she said.
“Surprise, babe,” the blond-haired boy said, pulling off the mask.
Ron stood up, allowing her to stand. “Why the deception, Ron-chan? If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask.”
“I know, but this seemed a little more fun. Trying to sneak up on you is not easy, and nothing gets a man excited like stakling his prey.” He removed his gloves and tossed them aside, then pulled her in close to him. Their lips met in a lust-filled kiss, and Ron's hands roamed over her naked body, reveling in the feel of her soft skin and the powerful muscles beneath. He may not have loved her the way that he did Kim and Shego, but Yori held a special place in his heart and he couldn't imagine his life without her. Or any of the girls for that matter.
Yori moaned into the kiss as her lover kneaded her porcelein-smooth posterior. Breaking the kiss for a second, she pulled his sweatshirt off and let her nipples rub against his chest before they locked lips again. He managed to kick off his pants and shoes, and the two of them fell naked onto the couch.
Pulling away from Ron, Yori slid down and engulfed his hard member in her mouth. She wasn't able to deepthroat like Kim and Shego and thus could only take half of him, but the used her hand to massage the remainder of the shaft. She bobbed her head back and forth, working her tongue over the crown of the head as she did so, enjoying his moans of pleasure. When she felt she had him sufficiently lubricated, she got up, bent over the arm of the couch, and waved her rear at Ron.
He grinned, then started to slide into her waiting folds, but she stopped him. “No, Ron-chan. There is another place I require your attentions.”
“But you haven't had much experience with that. I don't want to hurt you.”
“I have faced a turncoat ninja enhanced with energy powers, an army of ninja led by a man who looks like a kitchen utensil, and fought and killed my own mother in combat. I believe I can handle anal sex,” she deadpanned.
Ron sighed. “If you say so.” Moving into position, he parted her cheeks, found his target, and slid inward.
Yori grunted at the slight pain, but held fast. The other girls had done her like this before with some of the various dildos and vibrators they owned, but none of those were as large as Ron. He filled her like nothing else could, and she loved it. Although she no longer felt for Ron as she had when he was in high school, he was still a good friend and fantastic lover. She never wanted to leave him or any of the other people she lived with. Their lives together were just too good to pass up.
Ron was starting off slowly to give her time to adjust to him, although he was finding it difficult to hold back. Bonnie rarely let him do her this way, but Kim and Shego had become such fiends for it that they weren't exactly as tight as they used to be. Not that it was any less enjoyable for Ron or them, of course, but Yori was providing a sensation he hadn't felt in quite a while.
Not that he was complaining, of course. The feel of her tight orifice was almost too much for him, and though he was rapidly starting to lose his self-control, Ron could think of few places he'd rather be or people he'd rather be doing.
Yori, meanwhile, was filled with equal parts pleasure and pain. It was slightly unbearable, but also incredibly exquisite. The feeling of his shaft moving in and out of her was much more pleasant than even the best toys the other girls used on her and, in that moment, she couldn't imagine ever being satisfied by those rubber and plastic devices ever again. No matter how strongly they vibrated. All thoughts were immediately halted, however, as an orgasm ripped through her body, making her go rigid and let out a high-pitched scream that was almost above the audible range.
Ron let go of her hips, gripped her firm, taut breasts for added leverage, and started thrusting faster. She's got the smallest chest of the bunch, he thought, but damn do they feel good. Especially since she's nursing now. As he thought this, he felt tiny droplets on his palms and made a mental note to get himself a drink after they were finished.
After roughly ten minutes, she'd had three more orgasms and was beginning to tire. She wasn't used to having Ron one-on-one and had forgotten what a machine he could be. She reached back and put a hand on his arm, signalling him to stop. He pulled out of her and she flipped onto her back on the cough, breathing hard.
“You okay, Yori?” Ron asked, concerned.
She nodded. “I will be fine, Ron-chan. I simply need to rest for a moment.”
“That's okay. You take a break, and I'll go get cleaned up. We'll finish a little later.” He got off the couch and went into the bathroom. Yori heard water running a moment later, and got a rather kinky idea. Getting to her feet, she headed for the kitchen.
When Ron returned, he saw her laying spread-eagle on the floor. Beneath her was a large tablecloth, and around her were various items such as a bottle of chocolate syrup, a bowl of ice, a bottle of vegetable oil, and a very large cucumber. “Dinner is served, Ron-chan,” she said with a giggle.
“Yum,” was all he could say. He knelt down beside her, running his hands along her supple body, before taking an ice cube from the bowl. He put it first to her lips, then dragged it slowly across her chin and down her neck. She shivered at the contact, and let out a loud squeak when he slid it across her right nipple.
Ron grinned at her reaction, and decided to prolong it. He ran one corner of the cube around the nipple, eliciting more squeaks from the Japanese girl. When the ice was helf melted, he traced it across her chest and repeated the samew treatment with the other nipple until there was no cube to speak of. Then he reached into the bowl, grabbed a fresh one, and, starting at the center of her chest, traced his way down. Over her stomach, playing in her naval for a moment, then farther on. He traced her shaven mound for a moment, smiling as her short, sharp breaths of air indicated her increased arousal. He circled her clit with the ice cube, pressed in once to hear her squeak again, then, without warning, shoved the entire cube into her hot, moist tunnel.
The sheer shock of the ice on her inner flesh sent her into another orgasm. Her back arched, her walls clenched, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. It was easily among the most powerful she'd ever had, surpassed only by a few Bonnie had given her in some of their more passionate sessions.
After coming down from her natural high, Yori was short of breath, her body was covered in sweat, and she was quite dazed. But none of that mattered. She was with one of the people she cared about the most in the world, and that person had just made her feel incredibly loved. That alone was the greatest feeling in the world. But she wasn't done.
Not by a long shot.
“Ron-chan,” she said after a moment, “you have not had your pleasure yet.”
“I'm fine, Yori. I'll just catch one of the other girls when they come in. You look pretty tired.”
“No so tired that I cannot give pleasure, Ron-chan.” She pulled him down to her and hooked her legs around his waist. “I believe you know what to do.”
“I ought to by now.” He reached down, parted her lips, and slid himself into her. She moaned as he buried himself to the hilt, the tip of his pole poking against her cervix. He bent down to kiss her, but thought better of it and latched onto a nipple. He sucked a few times, drawing out the milk that had built up since the last time she had fed Anakin and Hikari. There wasn't much, and he emptied her in short order, but it was nonetheless delicious. He kept the last bit in his mouth and kissed her, letting her own milk flood across her tongue and down her throat. Yori moaned, reminded again exactly why Kim liked doing that so much, and pulled Ron against her even tighter.
As aroused as they both were, it didn't take long for hem to achieve mutal release. Yori hit hers first, and her walls contracted and released rapidly around Ron's member, sending her blond lover into his own blissful world. His seed flooded her womb, and in his hazy mind he briefly thought that it was a good thing that the girls were on birth control. If they weren't, I'd probably have six kids by now.
Ron collapsed on top of Yori, then rolled to the side, pushing aside the bowl of ice. Their hands found each other and interwined. Exhausted, they closed their eyes and started to drift off to sleep.
That is, until they heard the tumbler of the front door lock disengaging and the door swinging open.
A moment later, Kim stood over them, dressed in a narrow red tube top that only went across the center of her chest, a pair of tight cutoff denim shorts cut so as to show a full two inches of her trim posterior, and a pair of Japanese straw sandals. “Well, well, well. What have we here?” she said in a mock-angry tone. “I go out for a few hours to see my parents, and what do I find when I come home? My husband-to-be banging some floozy on my living room floor.” She knelt over them, trying to look menacing but only succeeding in being sexy to the pair. “Tell me, Ron; just what kind of punishment should you two get for this transgression, hm?”
Ron was speechless, but Yori spoke up. “I believe that the cucumber next to my head could be used quite effectively to punish me, Mistress.”
“I like the sound of that. 'Mistress'. That's what you're going to call me for the rest of the day. And as for you, Ron,” Kim said, deliberately putting emphasis on his name, “you are going to watch, and you won't be able to do a thing.” She drew him up to his knees, pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her pocket, and cuffed his hands behind his back. “Mom just gave me these today. They were given to her by Nana after she got married to Dad, and now they're mine. I was thinking I'd use them on Shego first, but this is even better. I'm going to have my way with this little Asian slut, and if you're good, I'll let you get in on it. But if you even try to get loose or touch yorself or us in any way.....you get nothing from me all day, and I'll tell the others to not give you any, either.” Her voice was sinister, but there was a playful twinkle in her eye. She probably wouldn't carry out that threat, but that wasn't the point. This was one of their many games; one of the things that kept their love life interesting.
Feigning weakness and fear, he said, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy.” she replied, tussling his hair. He watched as she crawled over to Yori, stripping her clothes off, then straddled the smaller girl. Kim slid between her legs and began lapping at her lips, cleaning up the mixture of male and female juices gathered there. When the surface was sufficiently clean, she stuck her tongue inside, cleaning all of Ron's seed out of their mutual lover.
When that was done, Kim grabbed the cucumber, which was as thick as Ron but a little shorter, poured the vegetable oil over it, then slid it into her pussy. She exaggerated a moan, knowing how it would affect Ron, before parting Yori's legs and sliding the other half of the vegetable into the waiting orifice. When their groins met, the two girls began humping one another, their breasts bouncing as they moved.
Needless to say, Ron was being tormented. He was hard again, and not being able to touch himself or the girls was driving him mad. He watched as their motions became more and more frantic until they both stiffened up in orgasm; if Yori made any noise during hers, it was drowned out by Kim's banshee-like cry of pleasure.
When they had rested, Kim crawled over to Ron and uncuffed him. “Now, Ron, are you going to be a good boy and....”
She didn't get to finish her sentence. Ron had pushed her onto her back and presed his lips firmly against hers. She moaned into his mouth as he forcefully drove himself into her waiting tunnel. She loved it when he did her like this; although he was just as good when he was gentle with her, she preferred him to be rough and animalistic. It just seemed so natural to her. Being the classic Type-A personality, she was the take-charge type all of her life. She was always in control. But now, with Ron as her lover, she didn't have that control. It frightened part of her rational mind, but the more primitive part of her reveled in it. She felt like a lioness in a pride; whenever the male wanted some, he got it how he wanted, when he wanted, and with whom he wanted it. And it didn't bother her at all to share him with four other 'lionesses'; especially not when they all gave each other as good as they got.
As aroused as Ron was and sensitive as Kim was after her tryst with Yori, it didn't take them long to reach their climax. Kim locked her arms and legs around Ron, kissing him fiercely so that she wouldn't scream in his ear. She felt his warm seed pouring into her, flooding her womb, and the fact that any one of the microscopic cells in that liquid could be impregnating her at that moment made her feel warm and content. Better not tell Ron that I've been off the birth control for a while now, she thought. I'll let him find out on his own. Kim Possible wanted a baby; but more importantly, she wanted Ron's baby. She would have told him before, but then he might have stopped cumming inside her because he wouldn't have wanted to willingly put that kind of burden on her, and that would have been the same as the birth control. No; this was the only way.
Exhausted and satisfied, Ron, Kim, and Yori curled up next to one another and fell alseep on the floor. When they awoke a few hours later, they cleaned up all of the evidence of their 'playtime' and took a quick shower just before Shego and Bonnie returned literally within a few minutes of each other. Neither Kim or Yori had bothered to put on any clothes, and Ron hadn't seen much point either, so Bonnie and Shego decided to go with the flow and stripped once they got the children put to bed.
Later on that evening, Shego was stretched out on the couch, cuddling up to a half-asleep Kim's back, while Bonnie was skinny-dipping in the pool that Ron had had installed in the backyard. Ron had started to make dinner, but Yori insisted on taking that task herself and told him to take a nap in the den or something.
As she stood at the counter preparing the meal, she had to force herself not to look at her love swimming through the window. Otherwise, she'd never get the cooking done. She smiled, remembering the fun she'd had with Ron and Kim earlier and imagining what the five of them would do together that night, and went back to making dinner.
When it was ready, she called everyone to the table. Bonnie was the last to join them, as she'd had to dry off from her swim. Yori set down a large bowl of mashed potatoes, a plate with several inch-thick steaks on it, and a covered green plastic bowl.
“What's in the other bowl, Yori-chan?” Bonnie asked, heaping the potatoes onto her plate. Yori smirked and pulled the lid off of the bowl, revealing a nicely-assembled garden salad.
With large cucumber chunks, still bearing the skin, dispersed throughout.
Bonnie and Shego couldn't figure out for the life of them why Ron, Kim, and Yori were laughing so hard.
*~*~*
Three days later, Ron and the girls were standing in front of Betty Director. It was never good news when Global Justice called them in, and this proved to be no exception.
“First off,” Director said, “I am disappointed that you didn't call for backup when you took down that ninja group in New York. I would have thought that you'd know the importance of strength in numbers.”
Ron didn't falter. “That was something I needed to do myself. Saki kidnapped my girlfriends, mutated them, threatened their lives, and almost succeeded in killing me in the process. It was our problem; nobody else's.”
The older woman nodded once. “Very well. At any rate, we have a new problem. Thanks to information provided by some of the Foot Clan members that we did manage to capture, mostly thanks to a few 'contacts' you five made in New York, we were able to determine where Saki was getting his equipment from.” Two images appeared in the monitor behind her; they were clearly the same person, but also quite different. “This is Alistair Smythe, one of the world's foremost experts on robotics and cybernetics. These images were taken from intelligence reports from inside the organization of a crime lord called The Kingpin; even we don't know his real name, although we are working closely with our sister organization, S.H.I.E.L.D., to try and determine just who he is. At any rate, what we do know tells us that Smythe worked for this Kingpin for several years until the Kingpin became dissatisfied with Smythe's work. He used the 'Spider-Slayer' technology that Smythe developed to hunt down and kill Spider-Man to turn the scientist into a cyborg warrior; one under his complete control. The image on the right reflects that transformation.
“But this backfired horribly and Smythe is now an independent operator. He has many connections, legitimate and otherwise, to acquire his materials. He then sells some of what he creates to people like Oroku Saki to acquire more funding for larger projects. He's also the most likely source for the adamantium that the Jigoku no Banken used to create Bonnie's katana. We're not sure what he's building, but we can't let him use it. He's a loose cannon, and anything could be a target.” She turned off the monitor. “The only thing stopping us is that we don't know where his base is located.”
“I've got an idea,” Ron said, “but you're probably not going to like it.”
“What?”
“To catch a mad scientist......”
“...Oh no....” Kim and Shego said in nunison.
“...you think like a mad scientist.” Ron finished a few minutes later as they stood in front of Dr. Drakken's holding cell.
“Ron,” Shego said, “this is a bad idea. There's no way Drakken's going to help us.”
“That depends, Shego,” Drakken said, leaning against the bars. “If you give me the same deal you gave Monkey Fist, I'll gladly help.”
Dr. Director scowled. “Fiske had a shorter sentence than you did in the first place, Lipsky. For the most part, the only crimes he committed were against Yamanouchi, and there were no charges pressed. We granted him amnesty for his other activities, yes, but only we were fairly sure that he wouldn't cause trouble again, and he hasn't. You, on the other hand, would probably go right back to your old hobbies.”
“What makes you think that? With your new 'Delta Squad' on call, anyone who tries for world domination at this point is a candidate for a Darwin Award. I don't mind setbacks, but death is one setback I could never recover from. And besides, Mother has been complaining that I didn't spend enough time with her once I started college.”
Director sighed. “And you would sign legal documents that you wouldn't try any of your old schemes once we set you loose?”
“It'd be the first legal thing I ever did.”
“Alright; you've got yourself a deal. The guard will come to release you in an hour. After that, you'll be escorted to the briefing room and you'll tell us everything you know about Alistair Smythe and what he might be up to.”
“Smythe?” the blue-skinned scientist asked. “Why didn't you say so in the first place? I owe him big time. We were both approached by the Kingpin's agents to become head of his R&D area. I had it sewn up when I showed off my Syntho-Drone technology, but then Smythe just had to bring in those damned Spider-Slayers of his. As a result, I was forced to go into business for myself, and we all know how successful that turned out.”
“Well, then, that just gives us a little more reason to trust you.” Ron said, turning to leave. “I'll be back by the time he's released, Kim.”
“Where are you going, Ron?” his bride-to-be asked.
Ron smirked. “Bueno Nacho. We're gonna need some serious snackage if we're going to be coming up with a battle plan.”
*~*~*
An hour later, Delta Squad, Dr. Director, and Drakken, dressed once more in his blue lab coat and slacks, were assembled in the briefing room, seated around a large table, a large Bueno Nacho bag in front of each of them.
“Alright,” Drakken began, “I haven't heard much about Smythe in a few years. But what I have heard says that the Kingpin did some kind of experiment on him. Used the very same bio-technology Smythe had helped developed to turn him into some sort of human machine. After that, Smythe went rogue and carried out all of his operations solo. He occasionally allied with the minor crime bosses to get materials he needed, but he mostly kept to himself. That's a survival mechanism when someone like the Kingpin has you marked for death.”
“Go on,” Ron said, taking a bite out of a chimurito.
“I can't tell you much, except that he's about as single-minded as DNAmy. Once he sets his mind to doing something, he doesn't stop until he's got it. He's a dangerous man to make an enemy of, but he's even more dangerous if left to his own devices. He's like Gemini; if he thinks that he can get what he wants by destroying the planet, he will.”
“Can you tell us where he might be holed up?” Dr. Director asked.
“Not off-hand, but if you let me use your computers to access the Criminal Undernet, I can look for large movements of high-tech components. It might take a while, but I can eventually narrow down the list to a few locations. All you'll have to do is a quick recon to see if he's at any one of them, and ocne you find him, move in. He's very confident in the abilities of himself and his machines to deal with any problems, so if we can take him by surprise and neutralize any defenses before he can react, we'll have him.”
“Woah,” Bonnie said. “What's with this 'we' stuff? Do you think we're going to take you along?”
Drakken smirked. “I don't see how you have a choice. He might have computerized defenses that you aren't prepared to handle.”
“We could take Wade along if we had to,” the brunette replied.
“Your friend is a talented hacker, but there's no way he could beat anything Smythe has cooked up. I hate to admit it, but he's beyond genius. I've got rhe best chance of anyone of slicing into his computers if need be.”
Yori spoke up. “I do not like to admit it, Bonnie-chan, but he has a point.”
“Alright,” Bonnie said, sighing, “but the second I suspect that you're double-crossing us, you're going to know what a shiskabob feels like.” She put her hand on one of her katana for emphasis.
Dr. Director stood up, wiping the remains of a quesachanga from her mouth with a napkin. “Alright, Drakken; get to work. Shego will stay with you to assist you with our systems.”
“And to make sure that I don't try anything funny, right? Please; I've seen all the movies. I know how this goes down.” He stood up and went over to the console, followed by Shego. The others filed out of the room to make other prepaations. “Feels like old times, doesn't it?” Drakken said as he activated the monitor. “You and I, working side-by-side for a common goal.”
“For the record, I don't trust you as far as I could throw you. You had your goon squad try to kill me after I wouldn't go along with your Graviton Inverter scheme.”
“Can't we let bygones be bygones, Shego? I've had enough time in that cell to think things over, and I'm past the whole 'take over the world' thing. I mean, think about how much trouble ruling the entire planet would be. If I can earn my freedom by helping you bring down Smythe, then I'll quietly spend my days with Mother and Commodore Puddles and you won't hear another peep from me unless I invite you over for tea. I'm a changed man, Shego; like you, I've realized that there are better things in life.”
“Like what?”
Drakken started to answer, but looked away. “I don't want to talk about it right now. There's not enough time. Smythe is probably planning something big and the sooner we find him, the sooner we can stop him.”
He didn't say anything else after that, and Shego simply shrugged and settled in for the long haul.
*~*~*
Three weeks later, under the cover of darkness, Delta Squad, clad in their battlesuits, and Drakken, bearing a fusion cannon and a handheld scanner, stand just outside the perimeter of an abandoned airport nestled down into a valley in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
“You sure this is the place, Drakken?” Ron asked.
Drakken checked his scanner. “Positive. There shouldn't be any energy signatures from this place, but the readings are off the charts. I've also got sattelite images of trucks moving in and out of here in the middle of the night, obviously delivering materials. If Smythe isn't here, then whoever is has something big going on and it wouldn't hurt at all to shut them down.”
“Agreed,” Ron said. “Move in.”
The six slipped through the open gate and made their way into the compound. Neither their eyes or the scanner could pick up any guards or electronic defenses, but they were careful nonetheless. They used buildings and the hulks of old airplanes for cover as they made their way to the large hanger at the back of the airfield.
Despite their caution, however, they were detected. The signals given off by Drakken's scanner were picked up by Smythe's sensor grid, alerting him to their presence. “Well, well, well. It seems that I have some uninvited visitors.” He pressed a button on his console, and a large humanoid form rose from a nearby table. It was roughly twelve feet tall and six wide, made of gleaming silver metal, and had a head that resembled nothing so much as a hexagon-shaped box with a television screen on each side. “Go and greet our guests. I cannot afford to have any interruptions now.” The machine strode out of the hangar, the large door opening and closing silently as it passed. Smythe looked up at the forms of his Spider-Slayers. “Once my computer is online, you shall be unleashed unto the world, and my vengeance shall be realized. And you,” he said, picking up a two-foot square cube with odd markings and etchings all over the surface, “are the key to everything I've been waiting for. Ever since I found you, you've been giving me your secrets one by one as you saw fit. But now...now I shall know everything that you contain.” Opening up the terminal, he set to work connecting the cube to its innards.
Outside, Drakken called the team to a halt. “I'm getting a lot of interference, but it looks like something is headed this way. Something big.”
“Never mind headed here,” Ron said, getting into a fighting stance, “it's arrived here.” The massive robot appeared on top of the abandoned flight office, silhouetted by the full moon. Drakken put the scanner away and unslung the fusion cannon from his back, Shego ignited her plasma, and Bonnie and Yori drew their weapons.
The robot dropped down from the flight office and closed to within twenty feet of them. The face of Alistair Smythe appeared on the screen facing them. “Well, if it isn't Drew Lipsky. I never thought I'd see you agan.”
“Trust me; this wasn't something I was ever looking forward to, either.” Drakken flipped the main power switch on the fusion cannon.
“Now now; let us not be hasty.” Smythe said. “Perhaps we can work out a deal that will be mutually beneficial.”
Drakken replied, “Okay; how's this – we kick your ass and you don't fight back? We get what we're after and you getwhat's coming to you.”
Smythe smirked. “Sorry, no deal. I guess I'll just have to resort to....other methods.” His face disappeared from the screen and the robot raised its arms.
Drakken hoisted his weapon up so that he could look through the targeting reticle, took aim, and fired.
The energy bolt sailed harmlessly past the robot's head.
Shego slapped her forehead. “You missed....with a cannon!”
The blue-skinned scientist grimaced. “I'm a doctor, Shego, not a soldier! Keep that thing busy while I recharge this!”
Delta Squad sprung into action. Shego launched a few energy bolts, but noen of them had any effect on the machine. Bonnie's swords were able to make shallow cuts in its legs, but the armor, while far from indestructible, was so thick that even her adamantium katana were more or less useless against it and Yori's fans couldn't even scratch it.
Despite the enhanced abilities provided by their battlesuits, the team may as well have been flies buzzing around the robot. Ron tried to call on his monkey power, but each time one of the machine's arms or legs took a swing at him and he wasn't able to concentrate and focus long enough to tap into the energy. After a few minutes of this, they heard Drakken call out “Get back!”
No sooner had they scattered than another beam lanced out from the fusion cannon, this one even larger that the previous one. It tore into the chest and exited the other side, leaving a gaping hole in the machine, which then toppled backwards onto the asphalt. “Nice shot, Dr. D,” Shego said. “Better late then never, I guess.”
“Hey – at least I was able to do something. Too bad I had to overload the cannon to do it. Every circuit in this thing is fused.” He chucked the weapon to the ground.
“Don't sweat it,” Ron said. “What are the odds we'll have to face something like that again?” With that, the six resumed heading for the main hangar.
When they arrived, the door was closed, although Shego's plasma was a more-than-adequate solution to that problem. They stepped through the hole she'd burned in the metal and discovered that the interior was dark save for the screen of a computer built into the far wall.
“I'd bet my Naco royalties that that thing isn't just for surfing the Web,” Ron said.
“A bet you would most assuredly win,” replied the voice of Alistair Smythe, though it was impossible to tell where it was coming from. “A pity you'd never live to collect it.” With that, the lights came on, revealing three machines that dwarfed what they had just fought many times over. Smythe, the human-turned-bioweapon, stood atop a red-and-black spider-like construct, holding what appeared to be a controller in his hand. “A pity that I can only activate one of my Spider-Slayers at a time with this, but one shall be more than sufficient to deal with you pests.” He pressed a button on the device, and the scorpion-shaped robot in the middle of the three came to life.
It lurched forward, flexing its stinger-tipped tail and massive frontal claws, then turned and headed for Ron's strike force.
Kim pointed towards the computer they ahd seen earlier. “Drakken, there's your target! Take it out!”
“Why that terminal? I'd say the one that takes up the entire northern wall would be more critical.”
“Normally, so would I, but the smaller one is the one that's active, so it's got to be important somehow.”
“Well, I can't argue with that. Just cover me until I can get over there.” Without waiting for a reply, he took off in a dead run for the terminal.
The scorpion robot turned towards him and looked as though it was going to give chase until an energy blast from Shego caught it square in the face and drew its attention. Twin scarlet beams erupted from its eyes and burned a large hole in the concrete floor where the green-skinned woman had been standing. Note to self; don't get hit by those, she thought dryly.
Meanwhile, Ron had had enough time to channel some of his monkey power. It wasn't on the same level as what he used to bring down Gemini, but he hoped it would be enough to handle the current situation. The familiar blue aura encircled his body and he felt the rush of power that always came with it. He joined Shego in her assault on the technological titan while Kim, Bonnie, and Yori darted around it, attacking whatever points they could, hoping to find or create a weak point.
Drakken reached the computer, which appeared to be in the middle of a long initialization process. “The computer itself is fully funtional,” he said aloud, tapping a few keys. “This is just for a program that it's supposed to run; a big one.” With a few more keystrokes, he halted the process. “Now to find out what this thing is supposed to do.” Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a metallic headband with a cable coming out of one side, placed it on his head, and connected it to the computer. A clear red visor slid down over his eyes and the interface program inside the headband turned on. “Just like Smythe; so confident that nobody can touch him that he doesn't even encrypt his computers.” He began scanning the lines of code, trying to decipher what the terminal was supposed to do.
On the other side of the hangar, the battle was at a stalemate. The robot couldn't touch Delta Squad, but they couldn't do any damage to it, either. “This just is not working,” Ron said, dodging one of the lasers from the machine's eyes.
“Oh, really; ya think?” Bonnie quipped.
“At this rate, we'll be bug chow,” Shego said, looking to Ron. “Any ideas, honey?”
The blond smirked. “Just one, but you girls'll need to keep him off of me for a minute.”
“I think that's all we'll be able to manage,” Kim replied, “but we'll try.”
“That's all I ask, babe.” He leapt backwards, giving himself some distance, took a stance he hadn't needed to use since the battle with Josh Mankey, and focused all of the energy he could muster into his hands. A blue-white energy ball formed between the palms, and he could feel the power building up.
“Alright, girls; get clear!” As soon as they were out of the way, he took aim at the monstrosity's head. “Ka.....Me.....Ha.....Me.....HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” The beam lanced outward, catching the scorpion dead-center in the face, resulting in an explosion. When the smoke cleared, the robot's head was a smoldering ruin and it collapsed onto the floor, the tail going limp.
“Damn you, insolent whelp! That will take me weeks to repair!” Smythe said. “But no matter – I still have two other Spider-Slayers with which to destroy you!” He held up his controller and prepared to press another button.
Shego smirked. “I don't think so!” She fired a plasma bolt from her palm, obliterating the remote.
Smythe was livid. “This isn't possible! My plan was perfect! How could I be defeated by the likes of you?”
Ron grinned. “You'd be surprised just how many people have said that, Smythe. Now, are you going to come along peacefully, or do we have to do this the hard way?”
“I will never be taken by the likes of you!” Smythe fired off a salvo of energy bolts from the cannons built into his shoulders. Ron darted to the side and returned fire with a beam of his own. Smythe dodged it by leaping down to the floor, thus beginning a long exchange of fire between the two.
After a few minutes, Kim nudged Shego. “Aren't you going to help him?”
“If Ron looks like he needs it, I'll help. But I think he's going to be okay.”
“I hope you are right, Shego-chan,” Yori added. “I would hate to see Ron-chan hurt.”
“Not gonna happen, sweetie,” Bonnie said, wrapping her arm around her lover. “Ron can more than take care of himself against someone like Smythe.”
At the terminal, Drakken was in shock. On the surface, it appeared that the terminal was a master control device for the giant machines in the hangar. But there was another, more sinister purpose to it that could only be seen if you knew how to read the rather unique style of programming favored by roboticists. I don't believe it, Drakken thought. This thing wasn't just designed to control those things; it supposed to make more of them. There's some kind of strange technology at the core; far more advanced than anything a human could have built. Has to be alien. My old roommate Fox would flip if he saw this. He tapped in a command to download the schematics into his headband. Global Justice will want to anaylze this. After I get the data, I'll extract the core.
Ron was more than holding his own against Smythe. With just his battlesuit, he would have been a match for the scientist's abilities. With the addition of his monkey power, there was no contest. All he had to do was wait his enemy out. He dodged what came at him, returned fire when necessary, and remained patient.
Soon, that patience paid off. Smythe started to fire another volley, but the shots fizzled out. Ron's face took on a rather dark smirk. “Well, well, well. Looks like somebody didn't use Energizers in his laser cannons today.”
“Don't you dare mock me, boy! I'll rip you apart with my bare hands!” Smythe charged but he didn't get very far. A single shot from Ron knocked him back, and two more destroyed his shoulder cannons.
The blond warrior stepped forward, never taking his gaze off of Smythe. When he was right next to him, Ron said, “Looks like you lose.” He delivered a snap-kick to the scientist's stomach, followed by an uppercut to the jaw, and a close-range energy bolt right into the torso. Smythe flew backwards several feet, slamming into a tool chest, and lay still, a rather sizable scorch mark on his chest.
Ron opened up his communicator. “Code transmission using encryption Delta-7 and transmit to Global Justice. Target neutralized, need full tech crew and pickup.” He closed the device, thenc alled over to Drakken. “Dr. D! How's it going?”
Drakken had removed the interface device and was working on opening the console. “I'm almost done; there's a component in here I'm going to take out and we'll be finished.” Shego moved to stand behind him and assist in opening the terminal if necessary.
Unseen by Delta Squad, Smythe had risen to his knees. His left arm hung limp and useless at his side and it was getting incresingly harder to breathe, but he wasn't about to give up. Reaching inside a drawer in the tool chest, he withdrew a small dart gun. “I will not....be defeated....so easily....” he said, squeezing off a single shot.
Drakken saw the motion out of the corner of his eye as well as where the shot would hit. Moving more quickly then even he thought possible, he leapt in front of the projectile just before it struck Shego.
The green-skinned woman gasped when she saw Drakken go down. Several blue energy bolts slammed into Smythe, ripping him apart and scattering the pieces. Everyone knelt around Drakken's fallen form, each hoping that he was going to be alright.
Bonnie pulled the dart from his chest and sighed. “This isn't good.”
“What's not good?” Shego asked as she propped Drakken up with her arms, her eyes beginning to tear up.
“This dart was loaded with a chemical compound designed to break down the walls of blood vessels. And do it quickly. Even if I knew of an antidote, we wouldn't have enough time to get it to him. I'm sorry.”
“Dr. D, can you hear me?” Shego asked.
“I....I can hear you, Sheila.”
“You never used my name before.”
“Maybe I should have.” He coughed several times, blood spurting from his mouth. “There's a lot of things I should have done.”
“Like what?”
“I should have told you....I wanted to tell you......I love you.” The entire group was shocked. “Surprise. Seems that I have a heart after all. And you...you captured it, Sheila. There were so many chances, so many years we worked together, but every time I tried to get close, I either chickened out or you were angry at me for some reason. Perhaps I should have made an opportunity out of the Moodulator incident, but....” he coughed again, more blood spilling onto his coat. “I spent a lot of time thinking about it in that cell, and swore that I would tell you someday. I know that you're happy in your new life and I'm happy for you. But I hated keeping that secret. And now...I don't have to.” He looked at his hands and smiled. “Look; the blue is fading away. Must be something about that chemical. At least I get to spend my last few moments of life as a normal human instead of a freak. I always wondered why you always stuck with a failure like me.”
Shego was crying freely now, but she was still able to talk. “You weren't a freak or a failure. You were just different. That was one of the more interesting things about you. Sure, your schemes were only half-baked most of the time, but there were quite a few that were so crazy that they just might have worked. You weren't bad at what you did; it's just that Kim and Ron were too good what what they did.”
“Kind words, Sheila, and perhaps wasted on an undeserving man like me. But.....I appreciate them anyway.”
Ron reached into his battlesuit and produced a Global Justice I.D. card. “Dr. Director told me to give this to you if you held up your part of the mission. As far as I'm concerned, you succeeded. You're part of Delta Squad, Doc, and you did one hell of a job here today.”
Drakken smiled, though he was obviously growing weaker. He took the card in his hand, gazing at the identification number and Delta Squad symbol under his name. “Then....there is nothing to regret.” He coughed once more. “Tell my tale to those who ask. Tell it truly, the ill deeds along with the good, and let me be judged accordingly. The rest....is silence.” His eyes closed, his head rolled to one side, and his final breath escaped his body. Dr. Andrew Lipsky, also known as Dr. Drakken, was dead.
Ron stood up and saluted. “He lived a villain, but he died a hero. Let his soul find peace amongst those who have gone before.” The others stood and mirrored the salute. After a moment, Ron said, “Alright; help me get him out of here. The carrier will be here any minute.”
“What about all this stuff?” Bonnie asked, spreading her arms to indicate the technology in the room.
“We'll let Global Justice take care of it. We couldn't carry most of this stuff if we tried, and anyway....” he looked down at Drakken's body. “We have a comrade to bury.”
*~*~*
Three days later, Drakken was buried with full Global Justice honors in a grave next to his father's. Kim and Ron attempted to console his mother by telling her that he died saving Shego's life, and the work that he had done probably saved thousands of more lives. But the old woman was too caught up in her grief to hear much of what he said. All she could do was give Commodore Puddles' leash to Kim and tell her to give him a good home with a loving family.
A week later, Mrs. Lipsky joined her husband and son in eternal slumber. No medical diagnosis could be made as to the cause of her death, but those who knew what had happened were convinced that she died of a broken heart.
The Possibles took the dog into their home, promising to care for it. “After all,” James said, “he saved Shego's life, and being with her makes you and Ronald happy. Drew may not have been a shining example of humanity for most of his life, but he redeemed himself in the end. We'll remember that sacrifice by honoring his mother's last wish.”
After that, things pretty much returned to normal. It took Shego time to accept everything that Drakken had told her, but she eventually became her old self again. The members of Delta Squad, who so briefly had a sixth comrade, went on with their lives, thinking that they had finally tied up the last loose end and that their adventures, while not over, wouldn't be quite so interesting anymore.
They had never been more wrong in their lives.
*~*~*
In Smythe's hangar, a team of Global Justice scientists had been going over his computers and constructions with fine-toothed combs since the madman's death, but could not make heads or tails out of anything that they found. Rather than risk dismantling the equipment and transport it to their headquarters, they called in guards to be posted around the airport and had several of the buildings fixed up into temporary living quarters.
One evening, after the researchers had decided to call it a day and went to their bunks to sleep, a lone computer – the same one that Drakken had been working on mere moments before his death – came online. The computer initialized itself within minutes, then automatically booted up the program Drakken had aborted before. It took over an hour for the program to fully load, and when it did, it appeared that the system immediately shut down.
The monitor went blank for several moments, then lit up once more, this time displaying the end result of the alien program; a program so evil that, even after the body was destroyed, the consciousness survived and had to be sealed away inside the cube. Hurled across time and space, the cube was never meant to be found by anyone. But, by random chance, it happened to come into the possession of Alistair Smythe, one of the few men who could make use of it.
A wireframe image of an angular, horned head appeared on the screen, and beneath it, two words:
UNICRON ONLINE
*~*~*
And there we go; another chapter down. I am so, so sorry that this one took so long to get finished, but I've been hit with the triple whammy of writer's block, college, and a girlfriend (though I wouldn't trade the last one for anything in the world). For those of you who get where I'm going with this, I hope you'll enjoy what's to come. And even if you don't....well, you will soon enough. And remember - reviews are the only sort of payment we lowly fanfic authors get, so please leave a tip. :p
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