Kim Potential...
Summary: A desperate Dr. Drakken has sensibly reviewed his Files of Past Plots to find the most effective weapon yet used on KP and improve it with unexpected results. Ron and company find they have a new partner.
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Part LXXXI...
Meanwhile, about half an hour before...Half a world away, in the Pacific...
Aboard the Drakken submersible...
"Whoa!" Drakken cried as the shock wave from the detonation of the charge launched by Dementor's pursuit craft reached the submersible, tossing it violently... "Hold on!" he grabbed for Shego's hand as she stumbled... "Walter? Status report?!"
"No serious damage, Boss...Detonation about 100 feet off our port side. I'd said it was deliberate to try and find us. They haven't got a lock on us, yet." Walter reported.
"At this rate they will soon or sink us...Better take us down fast, Walter." Drakken ordered.
"Aye, aye, Boss! Diving!"
The submersible dived at a steep angle.
"When we near bottom, level off and hug ground...That may give us some protection...And head toward the best estimated coordinates of Dementor's base. If we can move in they won't be able to risk more charges even if they spot us." He noted.
"Thanks..." Shego beamed at him. "I know why we're not cutting and running."
"Not as long as we have any chance to help our baby..." he nodded.
"Walter?" Shego called. "This is liable to be pretty dangerous...If you want to eject now and head for shore in one of the escape suits?"
"Evaculate? At our moment of triumph...?" Walter, in his best Vader...Grin back to the Drakkens.
"You are a good friend, Walter." Shego beamed. "And a wonderful uncle..."
"Ma'am..." he bowed head.
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"I see..." Lindendon eyed Dementor, then the newly out-of-hospital gown Potential, both seated in the control room with Lindendon, Avairius, and assorted technican/henchthugs...Wendy hovering nervously near Potential, monitoring her pain levels.
Quite high, she occasionally noted by text to Dementor...And no doubt adding to her forceful and insistent manner.
"You're sure you were in telepathic connection with Miss Possible? I don't mean to doubt you, but an operation such as you propose is not to be taken lightly."
"Dr. Bortel can confirm what I've said." Potential, calmly. "But I want an agreement and I want us to get moving...You do want Possible as well as any of Dad's equipment and records you can still grab, right?"
"Most definitely...Professor?"
"EEG readings and PETT scannings do show readings similar to the very few strange recordings in possible telepathic incidents...And our Miss Drakken is more than a twin to Miss Possible...Even her brainwaves are a perfect match. I cannot say mit certainty but I believe it is possible that she und Miss Possible shared the same healthy body for seconds. Instinct would drive her mind to seek it if available and if connection existed. And if Miss Possible were still comatose while being released from her frozen state, blocked from further consciousness by Miss Drakken's arrival in her brain...All I can say is...It ist possible she was Miss Possible. Uh, sorry." He eyed Potential's share.
"There's no more time? Even if I'm crazy and delusional, you want Possible and whatever else you can get and I have the coordinates."
"Which you did not share before hand..." Lindendon noted, calmly.
"You never asked. Though I think I made it clear my answer would've been no as to betraying Dad that way."
"Fair enough." Nod. "But now...Things are different?"
"Now given my best chance at having a normal body again is probably getting away right now...Yeah."
"Miss Drakken? I've told you der ist no likely way to secure Miss Possible's body telepathically. She is sure to awaken soon despite your efforts to keep her comatose and even if she were not the strain of trying to hold her body in control would almost certainly destroy both your minds." Bortel, anxiously.
"I'll take my chances, doc." She shrugged. "Besides...Head transplants are the in thing in Science right now, right? And where are you ever gonna find a better donor/host match? Though I'd want Dad to do the surgery if we can get him once we've got her, you'll handle it just fine I'm sure."
Avairius and various henchthugs staring...Bortel stunned...Lindendon rather phlegmatic.
"Are you insane, young lady?" Bortel stared. "I am a doctor of der MD as well as PhD, DSc, Ms, BS...I cannot perform such an operation or allow Drakken to do so...It ist completely unethical."
"You're pratting ethics, Cyrus?" she eyed him. "The inventor of the compliance chip? The man who released a mass murderering Nazi/neo-Nazi war criminal...No offense, Colonel, just for the record..."
"Please..." Lindendon, polite wave...
"Thanks...Just to win a bout with my dad? You're going on about ethics?"
"I'm not a murderer or a...Inhumane experimentor...!" Bortel fumed, but carefully avoided the "Nazi" term...
No desire to burn bridges with our ally just right now...
"How many military personnel did you kill the other day in your escape, Colonel?" Potential eyed him.
"I believe about 5000, miss." Lindendon, calmly.
"That was an unfortunate...Happenstance..." Bortel, a bit desperately...Glance to Avairius, who sighed...
Cyrus? I warned you...Playing with fire...
"Explain it to the UN..." she smiled sweetly. "Anyway, doctor...My dad will perform the operation unless your people fail to secure him or I manage to stay put in Possible's noggin, so you can rest your precious little ethical conscience. Now time's awastin'...Are you with me or do Marlon and I go it alone, from now on?" she eyed the Throwback, friendly beam.
No doubting who the most dangerous member of this merry foursome of Evil is... Avairius thought.
Head transplant?
"I must throw my support to Kimberly, Professor. It's after all our goal to acquire Possible and as much of Drakken's technology as we can." Lindendon, quietly. "And we must hurry."
"How can we?" Avairius shook his head. "We're on the other side of the world. We couldn't reach the place in time to prevent them from completing Possible's restoration."
"Cyrus?" Potential smiled. "Come now, you know I know...Well, we know...You've done teleportation experiments."
"I read about that myself in Scientific American, Professor. Fascinating." Lindendon noted. "And I'm sure in fact you've gone much farther than what you let out as to 'experiments'..."
"He has...Ron and I...Ron and we...Have seen him at it...When he was still the saintly, cuddly Cyrus Bortel only, to us." Sweet smile.
"I have..." Bortel, cautiously... "But this ist a most dangerous method of transport...I vould never attempt it on a human except in the most extreme escape circumstance...And sending your signal around der world, reflecting from satellite to satellite?"
"Sounds rather like flying..." Lindendon smiled. "I do believe I should like to try the method."
"No, just one of you...My system requires enormous computer resources...Der would not be enough to handle three subjects, at this one time." Bortel eyed Potential.
"Yes...Exactly..." she smiled. "But it can handle two? On the return journey?"
"Theoretically...But I haven't made such a long journey except using telemetric probes."
I'll go." Potential noted. "I should in any case. I'll grab her and you can pull me...Us...Back when I signal via radio."
"I might be the better choice." Lindendon, quietly.
"I appreciate it, Marlon." She smiled. "But I could pass for her for a moment or two if Cyrus can slip me in and even if they spot me, they'll be inclined to spare me whereas with you...Not suggesting they could bring you down, of course. Just that you might find it difficult to get hold of me and we have no time. Cyrus?"
"You may be right." Lindendon nodded... "Very well, go and fetch her back here to us."
"Wait..." Avairius, anxious. "She could be hurt. Colonel, she's...They're...Valuable to you. We could lose both Possibles."
"There's enough tissue samples of mine already in your clinic's vaults if I get dissolved or something..." Potential noted. "Since you'd hafta kill me to stop me from leaving at least conventionally, you'd lose your little babymaker, if that's another concern, as well as your new warrior queen...As for any other concerns..." she eyed her three partners... "Fairy godfathers...In the Brando sense, I guess...This is an offer you cannot refuse..." rather good Brando imitation, grin... "If you love me, let me do what I hafta to..." winsome look.
Somehow, letting you destroy what soul you may have does not sound like...Avairius thought...
"Let her go, Professor...I take responsibility for any damage to our plans...And I believe we will have to kill her to stop her." LIndendon spoke up, smile to Potential's wry one. "But...The other concerns do matter, Kimberly..." he smiled.
"You're sweet, Marlon." She beamed. "Beam me round the world, Mr. Cyrus." She eyed Bortel.
Who sighed, Avairius eyeing him...
Well, if she's that determined to go...Bortel shrugged. And I too believe we will haf to fight her to keep her here.
Und it would make for the most fascinating experiment in der teleport yet. Und to haf Possible too vould be a rather good bargaining position.
Not that I vill allow for the head transplant thing...
"What's up with Dad, by the way, Alan?" she turned to Avairius...
.....
Drakken sealair, emergency portal...
"I could just block it...I can expand to giant size, wanna see?" Igo, eagerly, his tiny form gesturing toward the portal.
"Igo, you haven't got a mask and tank, let alone one for 'giant-size', you'd drown." Ron sighed. Sensing some crestfallenness, quickly adding... "But it's not a bad idea, once we're inside..."
"Right...Lets go get 'em, Stoppable!...And your girl..."
"Absolutely..." Ron made for the open portal, pulling himself inside...
Just don't consider what happens if they launch their subs out this thing right now with us inside...
.....
At the main entrance...
"You all right, Wego?" Hego hissed to his brother's primary form.
"Gettin' a little tired...How much longer?" hiss back.
"The others are coming just keep your projections going a little longer to hold these guys down."
"Mr. Hego. Mr...?" Barclay, politely to the approaching Gos as they reached his post at the entrance.
"Wego." Wego frowned.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Dr. Drakken's assistant supervisor, Barclay....Well, shall we go see how Ms. Possible is making out?"
"Take us to her."
"So Ron's out there? Does he have any message for her?" Barclay asked.
"Only for you... 'She'd better be alive and unharmed'." Hego, grimly.
"Yes to both." Barclay nodded. "Come on, then. Fellas, keep your posts, 221, 415, 23, you're with me." He called to three synthodroids, two hulking males, one rather Shegoish blonde.
"Uh, no offense intended...Ms. Shego programmed this one herself, she's one of our best battle droids." Barclay noted to Hego's and Wego's stares. Naturally, with two Gos, I'd like a little oomph on my side, too."
"Just take us to her." Hego insisted. "And no tricks. I mean it."
"Right away. Message understood." Barclay beamed.
...
The emergency docks...Where the little party bearing Kim Possible was now boarding an escape craft...
"We have a problem, ma'am." One of the droids at the controls called to Sally. Pointing at his monitor...
...On which Ron Stoppable, in scuba suit could be seen, partly swimming, partly crawling down the emergency portal. He taking up about a third of the tube at his current location.
"If we go out...Hell of a mess if we don't take serious damage." The droid noted.
"Ron Stoppable..." Sally eyed the screen...Ron's face visible as he glanced up the tube...
"Abort? Ma'am?" the droid asked, politely.
"What? Yeah, yeah...Ok, Sydney, you and 337 stay with Possible and keep her under. Everyone else, with me!" Sally commanded. "This could work out to our advantage." She noted to Sydney.
"Stoppable...Is he the boyfriend? Possible's?" Sydney asked.
"And our girl's, too." Sally smiled.
"But I thought...The Boss..."
"There have been developments, Syd. I'll fill you in later."
Well, that's good news at least, if so...It was kinda gross having her drooling over the Doc, even if I understand the need for command control over such potential mayhem, Sydney thought.
...
Near the "Lost Island" platform, on the Pacific floor...
"Still In one piece, Boss." Walter beamed as the Drakken craft reached its hovering spot about two feet off the bottom..."Really hugging it though, we'd best be careful."
"Right...Lets slide as quickly as possible over to those last best coordinates...We just about had them pinpointed." Drakken noted.
"Really would like to put the spotlights on, Boss...Even with radar and sonar echo, we could rip our bottom out easy here." Walter eyed the darkness ahead through the main portal
"Ok, but just narrow beam, Walter..." Drakken nodded, looking as well from his seat, Shego beside him.
"Drew..." she looked at him. "What can you do for her, if we can get her out?"
"In time, with study..." he shrugged... "If I devote my life to cloning individual organs and limbs...And I will..."
He eyed her relieved look...
"You didn't think I'd ever consider the fast way? A new clone body route? It would be like killing another daughter to save one. I might as well murder Kim to save our Kim. I couldn't...I wouldn't. What?"
"Nothing...I'm just agreeing..." she beamed. "And it'll be fun to work with you on that limb cloning stuff."
"Well, that's new." Drakken grinned.
Things have changed...Walter noted, eyeing Shego's pleased and relieved face.
....
Drakken sealair, emergency escape dock...
"Ron, it's nice to see you again!" Sally called from the deck of the submersible...Rather warmly, Ron noted, with some pleasure.
Nice lady, that Drakken minion...And kinda nice the way all the Drakken guys seem to like me a bit more these days...
But then, I guess they really do care about Kim II...Which sorta makes me, what?
Family?
"Ron, please don't make us stun you?" Sally continued, her supporting team pointing stun guns. "Kim is here and you can see her if you'll just surrender and come aboard."
"I'll handle this, Stoppable." Igo insisted. "Hey, you! This is Igo of Team Go, you're the one surrending!"
"Igo? She can't hear you." Ron noted.
Oh...Right... "Well, let outta here." Igo urged. "Cumon, cumon! I'll show them who's surrendering!"
"Ron? Come on..." Sally, winningly. "You know we won't hurt you. You're family now. Ron?" she stared as Ron was suddenly thrown in her direction.
"THIS IS IGO OF TEAM GO, SURRENDER...OW!" Igo's suddenly expanded form whammed into the escape portals sides and roof...OHHH...
The stunned Igo shrinking to normal human size and falling into the water...
Ron, stunned himself, but back on his feet, hurrying back to pull Igo out...
Sally, shaking head...Waving for a droid to go assist...
"The UN fleet's here and you're surrounded...!" Ron called.
"That's for sure." Kim stepped forward from the open hatch she'd emerged from quietly while the others on deck were occupied with Ron...Leading a sheepish Sydney under stun gun.
Sally whirling back. "Kimberly?"
"I know you...I think..." she stared.
"Sydney, wasn't she under...?"
"337 couldn't believe it, either...Adrenalin surge, he thought. He's locked in the medical cabinet, by the way."
"Kim?!" Ron called...Waving...
Though, just a bit uncertain...
"Ms. Possible, you're not well." Sally tried. "We can help you. Don't make us hurt you. Just put the gun down and surrender."
"Sally, right? Dad...Dr. Drakken's minion?" Kim stared. "No...I...Can't trust you. I..."
"Kim?! Come on!" Ron called, holding on to Igo who was slowly coming to, now.
"Which Kim are you?" Sally stared...
"I...I'm Kim Possible...I'm Kim Potential Drakken...Ron?!" she turned to look at Ron in the water. "Ron Stoppable?!"
"Yeah, KP...Come on down, before they capture you!"
"You're my guy! No one else's..." she wavered a bit. "I'm...Not feeling very well." She staggered a bit. A droid firmly but rather gently taking the gun from her as Sydney slipped away to a position by Sally.
"Poor kid's all in, I'd say." He nodded sympathetically at Kim as she stood, held...Or rather helped to stand, by the droid now.
"You know..." Potential had suddenly materialized on the dock, just behind the submersible... "I know the feeling, sis. Excuse me..." she suddenly bent over...Vomiting on the dock.
"Rough trip..." she explained apologetically. "Ronnie! Hey! How'd ya like the new me?" she indicated the silver and blue skin tones.
Enjoy it while you can...She thought...Eyeing the wan-looking Kim.
Hello, new receptacle.