“Careful! Careful!”
The large wooden crate was gingerly taken from the large cargo airplane. Painted on the sides of the box were a variety of transporting instructions, ranging from “This side up” to “Handle with extreme care”. The most unusual instruction, however, was painted on the front. “Open this box with the crowbar found inside”.
The cargo handlers set the crate down inside the large hanger, in front of the privately chartered cargo plane. “Now what?” one of the two handlers asked his supervisor, hoping to get done soon. The hanger was not air-conditioned, and being inside a powered exo-frame kept the handler from wiping sweat from his face.
The supervisor checked the data-cuff on his left forearm. “It just says to take the crate out and leave it here.” reported the supervisor. “Come on, let’s lock up here and get on to the next one.”
For a few minutes, after the airport employees had left, the hanger was quiet. One side of the large wooden crate, the one marked ‘Open this box with the crowbar found inside’, suddenly fell over. A man, apparently in his early thirties, stood just behind where the wooden wall had been. He was dressed in a bright white business suit, matching his prematurely white hair. His right hand was in his pocket, jingling a pair of coins. “Ah… the only way to travel.” he said.
A woman stepped out beside him. A few years younger, her hair had been chemically treated to appear made of metallic gold. She was dressed in a tight fitting red cocktail dress that set off her well toned, athletic body. “So, where are we today?” she asked, holding a champagne glass in her left hand. She sipped. “Paris again? London?”
“In the colonies, I’m afraid. “ said the man, stepping out of the crate. “Middleton, to be precise.”
“Middleton? It sounds so… middle class.” the woman said with a sniff.
“Now now, my dear.” he chided her. “It is the North American training center for potential Global Justice agents, and the home base for certain… potential playmates.”
“Remember, Deven.” said the woman. “You promised me something interesting. Running with the bulls was such a bore.”
“Not as exciting as I had hoped.” admitted Deven. “It appears there is only so much military-grade genetic engineering can do. Still, you were magnificent killing that head bull with just your high heals, Leigh.”
“Come, Deven.” said Leigh. “Let us find us some new playmates.”
Sheki glanced at the mini-computer strapped to her left wrist. She hurried through the halls of Middleton High, afraid she would be late. No, there he was…Petey (pronounced P.T.) Pablo, a recent transfer student from Spain, was at his locker. He looked up, his brown eyes twinkling under his long, dark brown hair.
“Hello there, seniorita Sheki.”
“Oh, hi, Petey…” said Sheki, smiling. “How are you today?”
“Very well, gracias.” said Petey. “And you? Did anything exciting happen to you recently?”
Well, my sister and I passed a grueling combat and infiltration capability test and were approved as probationary members of a semi-secret, world-wide crime fighting organization… thought Sheki. “Oh, nothing much.” Sheki said.
“Well, perhaps I will see you later, seniorita.” said Petey. He glanced over Sheki's shoulder. “Oh, hola, Kasy.”
Sheki whirled. There, sure enough, was her sister. The two were obviously related; one glance at the creamy-green skin and their emerald green eyes could show that. In hair and temperament, the two were very different. Sheki's waist-length black hair, with a tint of green, was currently pulled back into a pony-tail by a silver and emerald clasp. Kasy's red hair reached to between her shoulder blades, and was brushed to make it appear puffier. Sheki was dressed in a pale green blouse and a pair of loose fitting black cargo pants. Kasy was currently wearing a 'Monique Chic' original (bought with a family discount, even if Monique was only an honorary aunt)… a green top that reached from Kasy's left shoulder to her right side, leaving her right shoulder, most of her left side under the arm, and her bellybutton exposed. Lower down, she was wearing a green skirt of the same color that reached to her ankles; however, it was slit down one side. While Sheki was wearing a pair of low-heeled black shoes, Kasy was wearing a pair of high-healed shiny green boots. Perched on Kasy's left shoulder was a pink mole rat, wearing a pair of black goggles.
“Hi, Pete.” said Kasy, smiling.
“Please, it is Petey… Pee-tee.” said Petey. “I must be going to art class. Hasta la vista, chicas.”
Sheki sighed.
Kasy tisked.
“You're major crushing on him. You know that, right?” Kasy said.
“Crushing!” squeaked Rina, the twins' pet mole rat.
“I am not crushing!” said Sheki, her face turning a little darker green as she blushed.
“If you ain't crushing, why the blushing?” asked Kasy, rhetorically. “I repeat: You are major crushing.”
“Hey, at least I'm not like you!” protested Sheki. “Kasy Ann, the girl who'd chase anything that looks good in a pair of tight jeans, male or female. Still trying to date the entire football team AND the cheerleading squad?”
“Hey, why save the Kasy for just one gender, right?” said Kasy. She smiled, as always letting any criticism just slide right off.
Sheki sighed. “Ok, maybe I'm crushing on him just a little. I can't help it… he's got that gorgeous accent, and those muscles…”
Kasy shrugged. “Hey, if that's the type you like. It's just…”
“Just what?” asked Sheki.
“He reminds me of someone…” said Kasy. She scratched her head. “I just can't figure out who.”
Sheki glanced at her wrist-computer. “I've got to get going on my next class. See you this afternoon in gym.”
Kasy groaned. “Right. I still can't believe who's teaching it…”
“Could be worse!” called Sheki. “Could be Principal Barkin…”
TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
The loud whistle echoed through the gym. The teenagers gathered in one corner immediately stopped talking as a figured, dressed in a jet black jumpsuit, strode forward.
“Ok, lades and gentlemen, welcome to another day of self defense training. Or, as I call it, pain dealing 101.”
Several students had laughed at the line the first day of class. None of them laughed now.
“Today’s class deals with dealing with multiple assailants. You, you, and… you.”
The woman pointed to two random students, then moved to point at Kasy.
Sheki sighed in relief. So far, every class, either she or Kasy had been selected as part of the initial demonstration group. Considering the two girls had been learning how to fight since birth, the demonstrations were surprisingly difficult. Considering who the teacher was, however, it wasn’t that surprising.
“Ok…” the teacher said. She stepped backed, gesturing. “Attack me.”
Kasy circled, slowly. The other two students mirrored her approach. While they lacked Kasy’s and Sheki’s long training, time in the class had taught them caution. The other two students were two of the larger students in the class, both on the football team. Kasy was probably the only one of the three who didn’t outweigh the teacher. But all three of them knew, if the teacher wanted to, she could defeat them easily.
The woman stepped back again. “Rule one. Always be aware of where your opponents are. Rule two…”
Before any of the three students could react, the woman suddenly darted forward. She grabbed the first of the two football players, shoving him backwards toward Kasy and the other football player. Kasy ducked, rolling out of the way, while the two football players fell tangled together.
“…be ready to take the offensive when you see an advantage.” said the teacher, not even breathing hard. “Rule three. Seek to use your opponents against each other. Rule four…”
“Know when to shut the hell up.” muttered Kasy, softly. Not softly enough.
The gym teacher glared at Kasy. “What was that?”
“Nothing, mom.” said Kasy.
“Middleton High School.” said Leigh, tilting her head. She glanced around the small, vacant storage room the two were occupying. “Such exotic places you take me to, Deven.”
Deven smiled. “Not the Taj Mahal, I admit. But it has it’s charms.” He gestured to a large TV Set, which was currently displaying an instant repeat from one of several hidden camera, showing Shego and Kasy fighting.
“Now we’re stooping to taking on gym teachers?” asked Leigh. “What next, the janitors?”
“Shego Possible.” said Deven. “Still considered by many to be one of the most dangerous women in the world, even though she now works for Global Justice.”
Leigh looked over the figure in the image. She waved her hands in a cryptic fashion through thin air; the image zoomed in on Shego, dodging a high kick from Kasy. “Hmmm…. Quick… powerful. Who’s the young girl she’s fighting. “
“Kasy Ann Possible, one of her two daughters. The other is Sheki Go Possible… all three share that same skin tint, an apparent side effect of their powers. “ said Deven.
“And their father?”
Deven smiled. “A rather interesting story about that, actually. Shego’s DNA was used by the late Dr. Drakken to impregnate a second woman… Kim Possible.”
“Ah… the great Kim Possible.” said Leigh, her voice darkly ironic. “I considered what a match might be like against her.”
“Far too strenuous.” said Deven. “Her fighting abilities are legendary, but she doesn’t really have anything except her fighting to recommend her. Shego, on the other hand, has both the ability to project plasma and the skills of a master thief.”
“Kasy and Sheki share her abilities?” said Leigh, smiling.
“Her plasma abilities, yes.” said Deven. He cleared his throat. “There appear to be a few differences between the two girls, mostly in how they use their powers. Assuming we have Shego captured when they are not present, and our game over in time, I doubt they will be a factor.”
Leigh held up a hand. “No. Not Shego, not for the game.”
“I don’t understand.” said Deven.
The screen, the replay over, switched to a live feed. The class had been separated into small groups, with one member of each team being picked to be the ‘victim’. Kasy and Sheki, in different groups, had just backed into each other. With barely a glance between them, they suddenly switched groups… Kasy leaping at the three that had been ‘hunting’ Kasy, Sheki using a sudden floor-sweep kick to knock two of Kasy’s previous opponents down.
Leigh pointed at the screen. “Those two. The young ones.”
“Robbing the cradle, Leigh?” said Deven. He stroked his chin, considering. “And here, I thought you preferred experience.”
“Jealous?” purred Leigh. She stood up, moving close to Deven. “There’s no reason to be… All I want to do is to play with them. For me… please?”
“Of course, dear.” said Deven. “Whatever, and whoever, your little heart desires for the game.”
Leigh smiled. “I can hardly wait.”
Sheki checked to make sure she had all the latest assignments downloaded to her wrist-computer, and logged off the school computer.
“Got it all?” asked Kasy, busy petting Rina.
“Yeah… let’s go.” said Sheki. “We got to meet mom at the parking lot.”
Kasy and Sheki headed out to the parking lot. A few students were leaving in their private vehicles, while other students were climbing into their parents hover-vans and land vehicles.
“Where is she?” asked Kasy, looking around.
“Right over there.” said Sheki. She turned to the other students. “INCOMING!”
The various students and parents, used to this, either braced themselves or flattened themselves against the nearest flat surface. Sheki crouched, clutching Rina Molerat in her arms. Kasy stood firm, watching calmly.
What felt like a wall of wind smashed across the parking lot, heralding the arrival of the Kimminator Mark Four. The advanced military-grade hover engines hummed and crackled as the vehicle halted a few inches in front of Kasy and Sheki. The color-changing panels covering the surface were currently tuned to jet black, with animated green flames licking over the rounded nose and the stubby fin-wings emerging from the sides and top. The side of the vessel hissed open, folding out to form a ramp and doorway.
Sheki straightened up, making sure Rina was ok. “You ok, Rina?”
“Noisy.” complained Rina Molerat, then climbed back into one of Sheki’s hip pockets.
“Look at it this way…” said Kasy. “Would you really prefer a boring old minivan?”
“YES.” said Sheki, only half-joking as she climbed up the ramp.
“I heard that!” the warm, synthesized voice was familiar to Kasy and Sheki from many family trips.
“Hi, KIGO.” said Sheki. “Mom still insisting on flying manual?”
“It’s quite unfair.” complained KIGO. “I’m fully calibrated for this new body, why else would she be taking me on this mission?”
“MISSION?” said Sheki and Kasy in unison.
“Hold it, you two!” said Shego, from the controls. She gestured at the seats. “Sit down, buckle up.”
Kasy and Sheki glanced at each other, then each stuck out a hand. Sheki’s hand was flat, while Kasy’s hand was curled into a fist. Kasy shrugged and began strapping herself into the seat behind Shego, while Sheki sat down next to her mom.
“What’s this about a mission, mom? Are we going along?” asked Sheki as she fastened the straps on.
“No, it’s just for mommy and me.” said Shego firmly. “Kim called me after gym class.”
“Bad guys? Super robots?” asked Kasy eagerly.
“Emergency meeting at the world council.” said Shego. “Kim and I are going to be work security… Kim’s probably going to be stuck assisting Dr. Director.”. She reached for the controls, the KIGO leaping into the sky, the g-forces pressing on the family.
“When do you have to leave?” said Sheki. “What’s the emergency.”
“Couldn’t tell you, kitten, even if I knew.” said Shego. “As for leaving… Kim already packed and got a ride to the Council Base on Luna with Ron‘s dad. I’m headed there after dropping you kids at home.”
-Gratuitous cut scene, to clip of Ron’s dad and Kim getting into a passenger liner.-
“Thanks for letting me ride with you on this business flight, Mr. Stoppable. Kind of odd, both you and me going to be working on the moon.” said Kim.
“I’m an actuary. I can work anywhere.” replied Mr. Stoppable.
-Back-
“How long you going to be gone?” asked Kasy.
“Probably a couple days.” said Shego. “Depends on how long the meeting takes. You two behave… we didn’t have time to arrange someone to watch you guys, so we’re going to have to trust you on your own.”
“Entering Possible Residence Air Space” announced KIGO, covering up Kasy’s cheer.
“What was that?” said Shego, as she tapped a combination into a keypad.
“Nothing, nothing.” said Kasy, trying to sound innocent.
“Landing pad is being lit up. Vehicle Disablers shut off.” announced KIGO, monitoring the house’s activities.
Shego snorted. “Just don’t make a mess, ok? Too much of a mess, that is.” She landed the Kimminator smoothly, letting Kasy and Sheki off.
Kasy, Sheki, and Rina watched as the Kimminator Mark Four leapt for the black inky heights of outer space.
“Ok, both are parents are out of town… and out of planet… for the weekend.” said Kasy. “You know what this means?”
“HOUSE PARTY!” shrieked the three young girls (counting Rina).