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Her Emerald Radiance...


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“O-kay,” responded Shego cautiously as she leaned back on one leg, placing hands on hips and dimming her eyes back to their normal state.

“Allow me to introduce myself.  I am Chen, Mystical Monkey Monk and Senior Loremaster of the nearby Monkey Temple of the South Winds.”  Glancing over he observed Shego’s people affix what appeared to be a little square stamp upon their foreheads and watched curiously as the eyes of the hostages turned a pale lavender, the iris’ glowing a dull white.  “First of all, if I may be so bold, to what purpose is that treatment of the hostages and guards?”

“Innocent hostages would most likely be drawn from the local population and aren’t likely to be wearing expensive clothing and accessories from the Club Banana flagship store.  These were Yu’s best lieutenants, accountants, enforcers and chemists.  Pretend they’re hostages and they have a good chance of getting away to set up again and free their boss somehow.”  The young woman’s explanation was interrupted briefly by a nearby technician scanning a bar code on the collar of one of the captives.

Glancing at the scanner he stated to the captive, “~You are now identified as soulless worker drone number 1445 and will answer to that designation; do you understand?~

With eyes that glowed an eerie lavender the new captive responded in a strangely upbeat tone of voice, “~I am now soulless worker drone number 1445.~

Noticing the questioning look from the monk Shego graced her visage with an evil smirk, “Whether they like it or not, they’re under new management.”

“Slaves?”

“They’re just recently out of work.  I’m providing a new job opportunity.”

The squad leader shouts, “We’re all done here boss, anything else?”

“Just make sure the nerdlingers check out the hard drives in here, Rockwaller.”

Looking askance at the woman the elder continued his original discussion, “Since you have been perusing the ancient scrolls of the Mystical Monkey Master please allow me to be quite candid; you are not Her Emerald Radiance, Xi Gau, since she ascended approximately twenty-seven hundred years ago.  However, from what I’ve seen of you recently and over the past number of time stream ventures, I firmly believe you are her descendant.  And although she did have a very pale skin, with a hint of green, as you do, she did not have scales and even though she tended to dress provocatively her attire was certainly somewhat more modest by comparison.”

“Say what?”

“Some thousands of years ago, a party of companions was sent by The Mystical Monkey King to this realm, through a round glowing white portal, to defend it against a looming evil.  Your ancestor, Her Emerald Radiance Xi Gau, was one of them.  The others were the Mystical Monkey Master, Te Raun; Her Crimson Brilliance the Princess Qei Pi,; their closest friends The Raven Mau Ning, an oracle whose gaze demanded ‘tell me everything’ and the court wizard Wei Da the Erudite.  The last was a gifted healer, a young woman known as The Han. ”

The old man continued, “I am one of five dedicated to the protection of all lore pertaining to the Mystical Monkey Master.  Four of us each tend to a temple protecting a jade monkey idol.  Collectively these edifices are referred to as the Monkey Temples of the Winds each one named for a compass direction; I tend to the Monkey Temple of the South Winds.  The fifth, and most secret location, is in Japan where our Sensei and Grand Loremaster guards the secrets of the Lotus Blade.”

“Yeah, I seem to remember old hairy hands ranting about some sword.”

“Of course you know about retrieving the head and body of the Tempus Simia and joining them in a ceremony in the African Monkey Temple and you have been using it ever since.  What you never knew was that we loremasters were made attuned to the Tempus Simia by enchantments cast by Wei Da and Mau Ning.  It was their intent that any excursions by any of the Companions be recorded thus we were given the ability of astral projection to observe; although unable to physically intervene we could communicate.  Despite our attempts to be unobtrusive our presence has been noticed by you in dreams.”

“Yeah, I remember seeing one of you in one of them; so, you’re stalking me in my sleep….wait a minute…Tempus Simia is Latin and I thought Monkey Kung Fu came from China; what gives?”

“To answer your first query, we were merely observing for the purposes of keeping a record of time stream travellers.  It was The Raven’s command; ‘Tell me everything’.  As for the name of the idol it was bestowed by the Companions themselves for they spoke their own divine language.”

Placing the jade monkey idol on a nearby table Chen continues, “Had the original time stream been left undisturbed the dark forces meant to destroy this realm would have arrived piecemeal and uncoordinated and in the end defeated by the Companions.  When, in your quest for world domination, you broke up the Companions you denuded this realm of its champions.  Whenever you returned to the past, the future you created still existed with its people still living their lives.  The dark minions eventually arrived and without the Companions to confront them the realm fell to chaos, destruction and eventual obliteration."

"Your frequent use of Tempus Simia aggravated the stability of the time streams.  To illustrate, this time stream has already become an alternate reality to all your other time streams; of we five loremasters only Sensei should exist at this point.  While the Tempus Simia is in use the loremasters record everything the traveller does and what happens around them; new scrolls are then deposited, one copy to each of the five locations. When the head is removed we four senior loremasters are returned to the Astral Plane, dormant, until reassembly of the idol recalls us to our duty.  Simi Yan should not be here either for he is a demonic minion of the Yono and was originally defeated by The Han at the battle which imprisoned The Destroyer in his temple; yet he appeared in this time stream simultaneously with your arrival.”

“Monkey breath told me dismantling the Time Monkey would prevent others from travelling with other Time Monkeys.”  The young woman watched the monk spit on the floor in disgust, “I take it from that reaction old hairy hands is full of it.  So let’s pretend I believe you; what should I be doing to avoid said catastrophe.”

“Your endeavours to unite the world under one rule is the right idea, however it was being done for the wrong reasons.   The world does not need a general, it needs an empress.  Your bloodline is that of the dragon, strong, intelligent, a fierce fighter and excellent general; however, although basically good at heart the dragon is also vain, arrogant, condescending, sarcastic, and if not engaged in a challenging endeavour, prone to hedonistic pursuits.  At this point you are engaged in taking over the world, a formidable undertaking you have proven adept at; however, this is a trust and at its completion the newly re-united world must be handed over to the hereditary ruler, Her Crimson Brilliance.”

“Are you telling me I got to work my tail off taking over the world only to turn it over to Princess?”

The monk cocked his head in momentary consideration, “Interesting, Xi Gau often referred to Qei Pi in the same tone of voice.  The Princess Qei Pi, as she was eventually referred to by the common people, who were merely following your example, was wise in such a way that all could abide by her pronouncements; a kind soul who loved the people and loved by the people; and yet such a fierce warrior even demons despaired to face her in battle.  She never thought of herself as royalty; at most she considered herself governess of the lands.  As she did for the masses the masses did for her; to see need amongst them vexed her sorely.  If any of the people were in distress it seemed against her nature to ignore them.  She constantly encouraged the population to improve themselves, strive for perfection and to ever meet a challenge head on.  However, you do not necessarily have to set Qei Pi’s descendant upon a throne, she need only be an inspiration to others when times become dire.”

“What about the Resistance; where do they fit in all this?”

“As you probably know already, the Resistance was ably led by Wei Da’s descendant; the young wizard created his own artefacts to travel through time, befitting since it was his own ancestor who crafted Tempus Simia.  Currently, the Resistance as you know them is no longer in existence in this future having only recently succumbed to Yono and the Lorwardians.  Please note however, there are operatives from other time streams who were sent to temporal locations that were before you began influencing events.  All they know is they lost contact with their leaders in the future, not being aware your last venture effectively cut them off.  Remember though, they are, of course, still following their original orders and may prove a nuisance at least.”

As the aged cleric returned to examining the monkey idol he resumed his discourse, “As you recall, the events of the initial time stream was the first proof of the difficulty in keeping the bloodlines of Qei Pi and Te Raun   apart.  After the decoy Tempus Simia was destroyed and you retreated to the past, they stayed to help against your simulacrum whom they believed to be you.  Alas, the Pretender managed to petition the aid of Yono and without the Han that future failed.  It is still debated amongst us whether the key members of that resistance cell were vanquished or maybe survived by escaping into the time stream.  The second time stream….”

Shego shuddered involuntarily, “Yeah pops, that’s not something I want to see again.  Even when we used to fight Kimmie’s green eyes were bright and full of spirit.  To watch her wreak bloody vengeance for the murder of the buffoon by monkey-breath was creepy.  During the time I took over the world we saw nothing of her; suddenly she pops up and starts offing all the villains.  The look in her eyes, when she shot her grapple through Drakken’s chest, looked to me like black empty pits, as if she’d lost her soul.”

The monk nodded, “And she had at that for The Mystical Monkey Master and Her Crimson Brilliance are soul mates.  They have a bond with each other that has no equal; each lived only for the other and together they were inseparable.  Ron Stoppable’s demise ripped her soul in two and crushed her heart leaving her with almost no will to live.  After you managed to retreat, Kim Possible lived in her own personal darkness mindless of the love and support of family and friends.  When the Lorwardians attacked in that future, she launched herself against them in what amounted to a suicide attack; it did little to slow the inevitable.”

“I kinda figured Princess and doofus would get hitched at some point, they seemed that close.”

“Being soul mates often can lead to becoming a breeding pair however that is not the exclusive result; being soul mate to one person does not preclude breeding with another.  It was understood by each Companion that their bloodlines had to continue so their descendants would rejoin to fight the impending evil as foretold by the Raven Mau Ning the oracle whose relevant descendant will be known to Princess Kimberly as Monique.  The only Companion who did not take a mate was Han and the reason for that is unclear, however, Sensei has been investigating the matter.”
 
“Known to all as Han the Healer she was also a strong warrior with an unbridled zest for life; just to be in her presence refreshed the soul.  She was the antithesis of Yono the Destroyer.  It was noted by all the Companions that Yono’s demons tended to shy away from her.  According to the young healer, the Mystical Monkey told her in a dream she was a beacon of life, vitality and renewal which was the opposite of what the evil hordes represented.  Han explained the ability to sway demons could be had by any Companion who chose the healing arts as a life’s calling as she did.”
 
The lore master’s eyes seemed to take on a far-away look as he continued to reminisce, “The wizard and the oracle were a unique and complimentary pair: Wei Da knew the-what and crafted great magic’s; Mau Ning discerned the-who and saw into the truth of things.”

“Your third venture involved turning Master Ronald into a being of pure evil with a device called the Attitudinator, your intention being to use him as an ally to counter Princess Kimberly.  Unfortunately the conversion went beyond even your expectations and he supplanted you as Supreme One, calling himself Zorpox the Conqueror and relegating you to a minor status.  His constant public humiliation of his one-time best friend bothered you after a while and you befriended her.  I believe you recall his perception of your betrayal of him and the subsequent punishment meted out….”

Casting her eyes to the side as she hugged herself Shego murmured quietly, “I thought I didn’t scare but Zorpox terrified me after a time, especially after discovering he found a way to neutralize my power…I still can’t bring myself to go to a public aquarium….”

“Then you believed having an evil Kim Possible at your side would ensure success thus you employed another artefact referred to as the Reverse Polarizer.  During the time it took to conquer the world, in order to assuage your paranoia, you had created an animated male mannequin to court her and at the same time spy for you.  She considered you an intimate friend and her discovery of your betrayal incensed her.  She destroyed the artificial lover then tried to assassinate you by kicking you into a highly energized tower near your citadel.  Playing with her emotions nearly proved your undoing.”

Crossing her arms and cocking an eyebrow Shego responded with disbelief, “You’re trying to tell me that Kimmie is capable of murdering someone?”

“Indeed; however remember this Kimberly or Kimila as she called herself, was completely evil and apparently did not wish to share dominance of the world.  Had it not been for your powers you would have been killed.  As it was you barely managed to retrieve the Tempus Simia and after retreating to the past, spent months recuperating.”

“Why don’t I remember any of that?”

“I do not know, although from my point of view, the event appeared quite traumatic for you.”

The raven-haired young woman’s eyes grew distant as she tried to fathom the import of the news she was given…Kimmie tried to kill me….  “So after that is when I kept them apart?”

“Indeed, instead of trying to eliminate or coerce Stoppable and Possible you merely made sure they never met.  That Kimberly was less restrained and more headstrong, lack of judgement on her part resulted in her having a child at fourteen and never becoming a hero; although a few years later she met young Stoppable who was an exchange student from Norway; they became attracted to each other, his personality being a calming influence for her and in a few years they wed.  Nevertheless, Kimberly’s innate personality came through and she organized a resistance to your rule as the Supreme One; although her rebellion created havoc for your empire it was not enough to topple it.  On the other hand you were never able to quell the resistance movement either.  That Team Possible ventured into the time stream on a mission and were never heard from again.  With them gone you became complacent; Monkey Fist, the pretender, managed to successfully petition the aid of Yono the Destroyer and together with the Lorwardians who believed they were following the Great Blue, proceeded to destroy not just your empire but the entire world.”

“Yeah, that was balls nasty; everywhere they went followed black clouds that suffocated the land, with orange lightning that destroyed anything standing.  And what’s worse, they were making a beeline to the Time Monkey.  I learned my lesson though; I kept Possible and Stoppable apart in the same way on the next trip and kept closer supervision on the minions.”

The old monk spread his hands out, “And here you are now, doing what you were destined, indeed quested, to do however you’ve been doing so for the wrong reasons; have I proven my veracity?   Tell me, what kept you from simply killing Princess Kimberly and Master Ronald?”

Shego’s brow furrowed, unable to answer she merely stared dumbfounded at the loremaster.

“Tell me, descendant of Xi Gau, or should I simply call you Shego, disregarding the new body you inhabit, how old are you?”

The young woman looked askance at the old man, “Forty-three.”

“His Most Erudite, the Court Wizard Wei Da discovered there is a misperception of time when one uses the Tempus Simia repeatedly.  You are indeed one hundred and forty-seven years old; the fact that you aged approximately twenty years with each time stream simply did not register in your mind.  I make note that an average person would most likely have died of old age by the end of your fourth time stream.  However, the original Companions, although still human, were extremely long-lived individuals, their life-spans stretched over millennia in order to build up this world’s civilizations in preparation for the Dark One’s next attack.”  

“Even diluted by thousands of years of mundane human blood the very fibre of your bodies are of greater substance; you are all stronger, faster, more intelligent, insightful, tougher and of course longer lived; although certainly not in terms of millennia.  And the bloodlines of the Companions spread out over the many years, their descendants investing every corner of the world; if you ever encounter someone with a strong resemblance to yourself, chances are you are both descended from the same Companion.  In fact it was believed the Companions were reuniting about a hundred years ago when the bloodlines of the Master, Qei Pi, Wei Da and Xi Gau intersected in Middleton.  Unfortunately, the reunion was not to be for Xi Gau’s descendent had, at the time, a predisposition to evil and no powers and regrettable misunderstandings caused the bloodlines to diverge.”

Tucking his hands into the voluminous sleeves of his caftan the loremaster continued, “Please allow me to relate a small anecdote from the first time stream venture.  At that particular moment you were retreating from a failed attempt to break the spirit of a four year old Kimberly.  The older Kimberly attempted to stop you by diving from the top of a tall sign into the temporal vortex the four of you had just stepped down into.  The vortex closed and she landed face first onto the pavement.”

Shego flinched involuntarily, “Ow.”

The monk nodded, “That is precisely what she said after sitting up and rubbing her sore cheek.”

After a moment’s thought the green-eyed woman questioned the old man, “Wait a minute; if I’m descended from this Xi Gau why was I not born with my powers?”

“Because, in the original battle many years ago Simi Yan, who had petitioned the Destroyer, had just been defeated by the Han and made to follow the path of the Yono forcing him into the dark temple.  Xi Gau sacrificed her powers to seal the edifice whereupon the Master turned the Lotus Blade into a mattock, splitting the canyon floor and dropping the evil structure within.  The Han then healed the crack in the ground and Wei Da conjured a sandstorm to conceal the site and warded the area with several arcane abjurations.  The Master petitioned the Mystical Monkey King to have Xi Gau’s powers restored; the arrival of the Mystical Glowstone to impart the powers to her descendant is a strong indicator that the oracle’s prognostications are coming true and the destiny of the Companion’s descendants is nigh.”

“Along with the reinstatement of your green powers the Mystical Monkey, in his beneficence, felt it appropriate to further gift you with additional powers in recognition of your ancestor’s sacrifice.   The first was the ability to create numerous simulacra of your self in order to accomplish many tasks at once or to be in more than one place at a time…”

“…Oh no…” muttered the green woman as an unnerving realization began to take shape in her mind…Kevin and Kyle.

“…The second was to allow you to compress your body to such an extent that one not versed in such ability would believe you invisible…”

“…Oh please no…” implored Shego, cringing as the realization developed…Ian.

“…The third granted you super strength…”

“Henry! You mean I was supposed to have them all” Exclaimed the incredulous ex-villain.  “Not that I know how to in any case, but there’s no way I would ’a shared those powers with those dolts…they don’t deserve them!”

“Curious, it had always been a source of great musings between us loremasters as to why it appeared that way.”

Growling in exasperation, Shego’s temper explodes, a pair of highly charged kinetic bolts slamming against the far wall of the bunker, creating two rather large gouges.  With fists and eyes blazing ferociously she paces the room throwing random blasts at the interior of the room, clawed, energized hands taking out chunks of reinforced concrete.  The handful of dragon disciples who ventured to examine the disturbance stopped suddenly when they saw their boss’ mood and decided discretion was the healthier choice, retreating smartly into the corridor.  

After several minutes of ranting and demolition work the angry woman turned to the loremaster who had been standing quietly during the tantrum, “Gaaggh!  Are you trying to tell me but for an accident in timing I would’ve had all the powers at once?  That was the day Henry decided to revoke the ‘no girls’ policy for the tree house and it was my first time up there.”  Shego growled, “Rrrrrr!  So, had I gone to the movies that day like I had planned I would have all the powers now?”

“You merely needed to be beyond two arms length away; for example the base of the tree would have been sufficient distance if they were high enough in the branches.”

The green woman groaned loudly, “We were practically shoulder to shoulder in that tree house; I had Kyle in my lap and Ian was bitching about not having enough room to put his soda down.”  

After a moment’s pause the mercenary leader looked expectantly at the monk, “Is there any way the powers can be transferred?”

Caught by surprise by the concept the old man took several minutes to compose his thoughts, “In all the ancient texts there is nothing written that suggests that such transference has ever been contemplated never mind acted upon.  I am personally not even privy to any discussion whether formal or not amongst the Companions.  However, I will bring the matter up with Sensei.”

Green eyes narrowed in thought.

Caressing the monkey idol with a hand Chen begins speaking, “I must leave presently so the idol can re-attune itself to the temple before the traps can be reset in time for the arrival of Princess Kimberly in a few years so I must touch upon some very important points before I leave.”  

“Firstly, as I mentioned earlier, the constant flux of the time streams has caught the awareness of the Destroyer even though he is confined within his temple.  It is now aware that a descendent of Xi Gau is fulfilling her destiny and it is determined to hinder those efforts.  It appears to us that Simi Yan is his proxy; he will attempt to take the turmoil in your mind and use it as leverage to assault it with nightmarish visions bent on shredding your soul with overwhelming despair.  Unfortunately the Han is not available and there are no descendents of hers to apply healing and protections to your mind.”
 
“What about Kimmie’s mother; she’s a surgeon and part of the bloodline.  You said a descendant of a Companion who has a career as a doctor can ward off demons.”

“A descendant of a Companion practised in the healing arts might be of some help.  Suffering nightmares sent by the Dark One is not quite the same as a direct assault by a minion of Yono; this is undocumented territory so by all means investigate the matter.”

“Secondly, the Tempus Simia must be destroyed; how events turn out depends on who destroys it.  However this only works if the Tempus Simia is assembled; to reassemble the idol you need to repeat the ceremony at the Temple of the Tempus Simia. If Yono succeeds in that task he will take the released energies to unravel the very fabric of the universe and forever end its existence; Sensei is of the opinion Simi Yan is quested to somehow bypass Wei Da’s enchantments and release Yono.  According to Sensei’s ‘elder cousin’, the Lorwardians are unwitting pawns whose purpose is simply to provide the distraction for the evil quest.”

“If a mortal destroys the Tempus Simia then everything returns to what it was.  All memories of all time stream events by all concerned will be erased as will anything created or altered.  You will no longer be the Supreme One but revert to being a disillusioned hero who turns to villainy.”

“The middle option is to leave the head off the idol.  Doing so essentially causes the mystical emanations to cease thus stabilizing the time stream.  Without the flux in the time stream acting as a beacon the Tempus Simia will be almost impossible for Simi Yan to find without mundane help.  In a sense you become a ‘smaller target’.  This approach may force you into treating Simi Yan as your primary foe so that Princess Kimberly’s advancement as a hero proceeds unimpeded.”

The monk ceases his discourse and wondering if there is more Shego breaks the silence after a few minutes, “Okay pops, before my headache gets any worse are there any other bits of wisdom to overload my synapses?”

“Princess Kimberly must learn to kill.” Replied the Mystical Monkey Monk flatly.

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The mercenary gone corporate gone college girl ruminated as she drove through the suburban streets early on a school day before classes, getting frustrated at the annoying habit of school buses suddenly appearing in front of her to commence their stop and go routine.  The weather still had a summery feel to it despite it being close to mid-September, the students she saw walking to school still dressed in light clothing.

The past several weeks had been very busy; the events in Cambodia proving interesting, entertaining and profitable however the plans against the Mathter got put on the back burner because of it.  Chen’s rather foreboding pronouncement that Kimmie learn to kill kept running through her mind; the situation with Custer illustrated the potential difficulties when her attempt at insinuating a modicum of ruthlessness into the young girl fell flat…and then there’s the question of whether I’m gay or straight as an added distraction…I still haven’t seen those photos!  For the time being however, the young woman needed to focus on the task at hand; all first year child development students were assigned a field placement twice a week at a pre-K or kindergarten.  As she turned the last corner Shego could not help but laugh out loud, this was not just any pre-K it was Kim’s alma mater, ABC Pre-School.

Getting out of her parked car the college student reminisces back to the first time stream venture; there was the big tree where the juvenated trio, Drakken, Monty and Duff tried to beat up the buffoon and got their asses handed to them on a silver platter by a ticked off four year old Kimmie.  She remembered watching through binoculars a very pregnant Anne Possible standing by the front entrance…no shiv but even pregs she was a looker.  

Turning around Shego looks across the street at the parking lot in front of the mattress store where she tangled with the teen Kim.  The young woman notices the sign in front of the store…damn, that sign must be two, two and a half stories…if Chen can be believed Kimmie landed face first on the pavement from the top of the sign…peg me for a spud but if she could survive that she’s tougher than I give her credit for…At that moment the pale skinned teen remembered what the monk said, “…the very fibre of your bodies are of greater substance….” The germ of a thought nagged at the back of her mind, however she could not pin it down at the moment...damn, I gotta start paying more attention to Uncle Percy.  

With about half an hour till the children would arrive, Jhessa checks herself over before entering…sundress, check…nice shade of green, prim and proper…black, canvas flat shoes, check…book bag with two tons of school crap and miscellaneous odds and ends in it, check…Reaching up she caresses, almost reverently, a small gold crucifix attached to a fine gold chain around her neck…good luck charm from momma, check...demure college girl ready…With a smirk the young woman proceeds into the building…okay Ravens, let’s do this…let’s play teacher.  

Within the lobby Jhessa is assailed by a whole rainbow of familiar smells; modeling clay, wax crayons, glue, freshly washed floor and, surprisingly, that indefinable yet distinct new school year smell, the marble floors still gleaming from the fresh coat of wax applied at the end of the summer.  To the left and straight ahead appeared to be offices and resource rooms …"teacher’s lounge must be down that way, I smell coffee…I wonder if I can snag a cup before starting, some java would help with the nerves…", the classrooms were down the corridor to the right with the doors at the end obviously leading to the playground.

Feeling overwhelmingly nostalgic she ambles to a wall covered in class photos.  It does not take long before the young woman locates a certain one, Kimmie’s pre-K class photo, noting the young redhead sitting on the far left and Stoppable on the right, each waving cheerfully…this must’ve been taken before they became friends otherwise they’d be sitting side by side.  As the college student continued idly studying the photo her mind indulged in a flight of whimsy…I wonder what it would’ve been like to be her classmate, to have grown up together…a small, dreamy smile, unbidden, graced her visage.

The raven-haired teen’s reverie was broken by the arrival of a smiling woman with grey hair, glasses and a flower print dress, “Hi, you must be Miss Ravens from Lowerton Community College; I’m Edith Sagloski and I’ll be your mentor.  We still have a few minutes, let’s grab some coffee and head to our classroom so I can brief you before the horde arrives.”

Suddenly feeling a sense of pride Jhessa points to Kim, “I baby sit her on a regular basis along with her younger twin brothers.”

“Really, I’m impressed; we should trade war stories about Kim Possible.  I haven’t met her brothers though; if they’re anything like their sister you must have your hands full.  If you can handle them then these kids will be easy-peasy for you.”

Later, as the children filter into the classroom, the college student notices an Hispanic boy wearing a cowboy hat approach.  After staring at her intently for a few moments, the boy raises his arms towards her in the universal child’s request to be picked up.  With a welcoming smile Jhessa picks up the tot and, with surprising adeptness, balances him on a hip, “Oh me oh my; who’s this little guy?”

The young lad does not answer, instead he spends the next few minutes carefully scrutinizing the young woman’s hair, gently caressing and prodding her skin, tracing the contours of her face with short little fingers and gingerly studying the gold necklace.

Jhessa patiently endures the examination as she speaks with her mentor, “Okay Edith, I know letting the kids get comfortable with you at their own pace can be a good thing, but this is starting to weird me out.”

“His name is Zeke and he’s pretty quiet but a good kid.  I’m totally floored by this, either you’ve got some secret rapport with children or there’s something about you he finds fascinating.  He does understand English but he responds well with Spanish; can you speak it?”

“Sure.”

“Well, just try something and see how he reacts.”

The young woman smiles at Zeke, “Hola mi pequeño vaquero.”

The little boy’s face brightens immediately with an ear to ear grin as he wraps his arms around Jhessa’s neck in a tight hug, “Hola mamá!”

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A few months later in Drakken’s lair

Becker was new to Drakken’s organization, having been on the payroll for only a couple of weeks.  In that time he appreciated the fact his uniform was made of Kevlar and wore ballistic eye protection; on his first day he was present when one of the boss’ inventions exploded.  Although he was still a little sore from having been thrown against the wall by the explosion, his outfit protected him from the ensuing shrapnel.  The harness each henchman wore came in handy, being able to pull two of his injured co-henchmen out of the chamber at the same time.  Exploding machinery appeared to be job hazard number one.

Job hazard number two was the boss’ lieutenant, a mercenary psycho-bitch with a mean temper and an imagination that ranked high in the sick and wrong category.  There was no doubt the woman knew her stuff, she never failed a mission and she had no problem tossing around those unfortunate enough to get on her bad side…and, unfortunately, it seemed she had a lot of bad sides.  In short, the boys recognized her as grade-A badass who deserved a lot of space.

For the moment Becker was heading to the lieutenant’s quarters with a delivery from Henchco.  Arriving at her closed door he knocks discretely.

“WHAT?”

“It’s Becker ma’am; I have a package for you from Henchco.”

“Fine, bring it in and put it on the table.”

Upon entering his gaze was drawn immediately to a corner of the room where a sunlamp shone upon a well muscled, very shapely and very naked female form laying face down upon a massage table, her head turned away from the door and long hair pulled aside so her body could soak up the warmth unimpeded.  Mesmerized by the sight the henchman forgot for the nonce to set the delivery upon the table until she spoke.

“Put the package down dufus.  Since I’m feeling really mellow right now I’ll forego beating the crap out of you for ogling me…so scram before I decide to get cranky.”

Without a word and breathing a huge sigh of relief Becker beats a hasty retreat, deciding that he would cherish the image in his mind; yet with a strong sense of self preservation decided to keep such memories to himself.

With the closing of her door the young woman gets up from her toasting, long hair draping her slim athletic body, and pads languidly to the table to examine the delivery.
Opening the box she finds a pair of gauntlets, one black, one deep yellow, the both made of a supple material incorporating talons at the fingertips and a strange weave of glass-like fibres lacing along the back of the hands.  She reads with curiosity a note included in the box; following the directions she dons the gloves and stares at them.  A moment later each glove is encased in a flaming gold sphere of energy.  The blonde teen gazes with delight at her new toys, smiling an evil smile she breathes out one word to herself, “Freaky.”

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Operational Log

Umm, hello…is this thing on?  Yeah okay, there’s the little light.  Uh, this is Brick and this is an operating log.  Its Labour Day weekend and I found some really hot chicks to party with while I waited for that brainy chick Justine.  I think I missed her cause she ain’t showed up yet.  Maybe I’m doing sumthin wrong cause I can’t hold of you guys maybe one of them Rufus dudes can help me figure this out but I ain’t seen more than a couple for a while now.  Man, I just realized I got a message on this thing…I’ll try and get back to ya later after I figure out how to pick up this message…maybe it’s Justine.  Later.
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AN

“Hola mi pequeño vaquero.”…”Hey there my little cowboy!”
With a time traveling monkey idol, taking over the world's no big.  Shego's done it six times already.  So what's the sitch...hanging on to it.  Maybe training a new sidekick is in order.
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