"Ron, hurry!" Kim shouted, as the strange device that Dr. Drakken had created continued to emit an ominous glow.

"You are too late, Kim possible!" Drakken gloated as he and Shego stood by the device. "Now, this weapon of doom will wipe every game system on earth. Not a single saved game will be spared."

"NNOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Ron, overcome, fell to his knees. Shego looked over at Drakken and blinked.

"That's it? That's your doomsday plan?"

"Shego, without their saved games, and their cracked game files, the nerds of the world will BOW BEFORE MY POWER!" His beautiful partner glared at him.

"Ok, next time, I get to make the plan."

"It's perfect, Shego!" Draken said….right before the device started to spark and blaze.

"What's that." Shego asked.

"Cursed 99 cent store! I knew I should have paid top dollar!". Kim started to charge, when suddenly, with a blaze of light, they saw a strange vortex, that pulled both the teens in before they could do more than give a single cry. Drakken blinked. He opened his mouth to crow when Shego poked him.

"You don't even try to say you planned that." She said.

Kim felt like she was being torn apart, flung from world to world, spun like a bunch of clothes in a dryer…and then, just as she felt like she couldn't take any more, the light faded and she landed, with bruising force, on a hard metal surface, Ron landing beside her.

"Ow!" Ron got out as he bounced over Kim's head, and then there was a ripping sound, and…

Yep, he'd lost his pants again. Kim looked around the chamber they were in. It didn't look anything like Drakken's lair…and in fact there didn't seem to be anyway for them to have gotten into it.

"Where are we?" Kim asked. There were racked objects, that looked like rockets…or bombs, and some strange red white and black symbols, but nobody else…

Up until the doors whooshed open and a horde of thugs in black uniforms charged into the room.

"Goons." Kim said, "That is so Drakken." On the other hand, it was unusual that he'd sprung for new uniforms.

"Kim, look out!" Ron said, running after her and tripping over his pants, incidentally knocking two goons down before they got to Kim. Kim started punching and kicking, trying to keep from being overwhelmed by force of numbers as alarms started to sound.

"C'mon, Ron!" She shouted. As soon as they could get out and into the open, they could find some answers.

"Commander Scorpius, we have intruders." Lt. Braca said, entering the command center.

"So have I gathered. How did they get on board the command carrier?"

"I don't know—we're having difficulty capturing them." Braca said, "They appeared in the forward missile magazine—so I've ordered all security to avoid using guns." Scorpius nodded, his coolent suit dark against the light of the command bridge.

"Wise, Braca." He said as Braca opened a channel to the security monitors in the magazine. A pair of young sebaceans were fighting the guard units, and were doing fairly well—although the one—Scorpius blinked, at the sight of his pants down around his ankles, seemed to be doing so as much through luck as skill. The female, was definitely working through skill.

"They are very skilled sir, but as soon as they're out of the magazine, we're prepared to open fire."

"Under-" Then the female spoke. Scorpius did not understand the words…but they were...

Of the same language used by John Chricton—a language that was only known on one planet.

"Braca, those two are to be captured alive, at all costs. Anyone using a weapon will answer to me." he said, turning and walking to the hatchway.

"Yes sir…ah, where will you be?"

"Greeting our new guests, Braca…where else?"

Meanwhile, in the magazine, Kim was panting. She'd taken down every goon she'd faced, but there were always more, and these goons were a cut above Drakken's usual henchmen—and they didn't talk in any language she understood. Another rush turned her around, and she found her back to the main hatch. That was a mistake, and Kim started to spin around to make certain nobody would slip in on her blind side.

Too late. A pair of black gloved hands grabbed her and spun her into the bulkhead like a doll. Kim shook her head and looked up, at a strange looking man, in some kind of plastic or leather full body suit, with black teeth and an unnerving grin. There were men behind him, but he simply motioned them back with a casual gesture.

Kim charged, throwing a spinning kick—which never landed. He made dodging it look easy as he ducked, then grabbed her leg and tossed her up in the air. Kim squawked, finding one arm, like a bar of iron, across her chest. She kicked back and up, connecting, but for all the effect it had, she might have been six years old. She bit down on the arm holding her, but there was no effect.

Then, the other hand came into view, holding a strange looking syringe. Kim had been drugged before, and she never liked it.

"So not." She gritted, fighting to get free, but to no avail, with a hiss, the hypo injected its contents into her body. She waited for the typical effects, but remained conscious. Then she became aware of changing perceptions.

"Koroai taktis…kor….do you understand me now?" The individual holding her said, and Kim could understand him…even though he was still, verbally saying the same thing.

"Yes, and let go!"

"All in good time…if you will ask your companion to cease leading my soldiers on a chase, I shall." Kim looked around. There were even more goons now, and some of them had guns, although they were staying on the other side of the hatch. She sighed.

"Ron?" Kim called.

"KP!" Ron shouted back, "I'll save you!"

"Just…come down." Kim said, "I think something weird is happening." Ron dropped down, trying to recover his pants.

"OK?" Kim asked.

"Quite." Ron blinked.

"You understand him?" Scorpius nodded to a soldier, who approached Ron with another hypo.

"Whoa! No way!" Ron said, backing up.

"Ron, it's ok… I think, it just lets us understand them." Ron looked dubious, at Kim then let out a yell as the soldier injected him. Ron shook his arm while gritting his teeth then blinked as he started understanding the comments of the soldiers (mostly having to do with him losing his pants).

"That is SICK AND WRONG!" Kim blinked at Ron's outburst.

"Because you can understand them?"

"No…. because we didn't have that when I HAD TO REPEAT LATIN!"

"Indeed." The man said, and released Kim. The teen quickly moved to Ron's side, as they looked around, surrounded.

"Where are we?" Kim asked.

"On my Command Carrier." The man paused, "I am Scorpius…and may I ask how you got here?"

"By one of Doctor Drakken's little inventions…" Kim gritted, pulling out the Kimmunicator (and not noticing the tensing of the soldiers). "Wade? Wade!" The Kimmunicator remained blank. "Where is he…"

"No doubt on earth."

"On earth?" Ron said. "Why am I not going to like this."

"I do not know if you will…but you are only the second and third terrans to make it this far…"

"Far…how far?" Kim said.

"By your measurements…well, the number would make little sense. But at the best speed of my people's FTL…just over 80 cycles—or years, from earth."

THUMP. Kim looked down as Ron gracefully hit the deck. Rufus got out, looked around.

"Oh man." The mole rat said, and then with a much quieter thump, joined his master.

To be continued.