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Kim Possible: Hearts & Minds

By LJ58

10

Monique stared owlishly at the hatch as she held the pounding on her now crippled mini-jet, and tightened her finger on the trigger.

Someone banged harder, then she gaped as the hatch was slowly torn back, and she gasped, her finger starting to fire the weapon even as someone shouted, "Hey, you okay in there?"

"Who are you," Monique gasped, staring at the huge guy with muscles to spare backed by three younger men in colorful parkas.

"We're Team Go, Miss," the big blue guy grinned. "Someone told us we could find Shego down here. Only we lost her signal just as we arrived here, but just happened to spot your jet flying by surrounded by those robots."

"You just missed the turnoff, big guy," Monique sighed in relief. "Everyone's back at the alien ship that started all this mess."

"Aliens," the lanky man with the violet hued skin grimaced. "Again."

"Looks like," Monique grimaced. "Say, you're Shego's brothers, right?"

"That's right. Although our sister has trouble remembering she's supposed to be a hero, Team Go has always stood for….."

"Speeches later, fighting now," one of the twins complained, holding some kind of weapon of his own. "Because I'm pretty sure there are more of those metal things coming by now."

"Come on," Hego told her. "You can get us to the aliens, and we can put a stop to this madness."

"Kim Possible and Shego are already there. With Ron Stoppable," Monique told them, grabbing a belt loaded with grenades she slung over her shoulder.

"Got any more," the other twin asked, eyeing all the weaponry she was carrying.

"Plenty," she pointed at the still full weapons' locker. "Say what you will for Global Justice, but they do like to be prepared."

"You're with GJ," the purple guy asked.

"Don't I look like an agent," she grumbled.

"Well, no offense, but….you look kind of…..young," the man smiled wanly.

"Mego," Hego growled. "Now is not the time. Let's go."

"Right. Go, Team Go," one of the twins said, and leapt out of the jet to fire at something Monique had not yet seen.

She adjusted her grip on the rifle again, and walked out of the jet into the snow, and looked up at a second horde of war machines coming at them.

"This just keeps getting better and better," she groaned, checking her special watch, and realizing she still had eight minutes to recharge.

"Which way, Miss," the big guy asked, seeming to ignore the robots.

"Isn't it obvious," she asked as she pointed at the oncoming horde. "That way."

"Then, lets take them down," Hego shouted, and charged fearlessly at the nearest robot.

Monique sighed, and started firing herself, hoping to get rid of a few laser canons before the war machines got lucky as the colorfully clad team charged the warbots with fearless abandon.

"How do I get into these things," she complained, firing almost nonstop. "I just wanted to design killer fashions! Or be a stylish spy. Not kill killer robots," she whined.

KP

Kim walked toward the massive structure, frowning, and then moved around it even as she realized the crystal was somehow surrounding something setting in what appeared to be a large chair.

She frowned as she moved around the large crystal, and gasped.

"No way," she rasped, staring at the tall, if seated figure.

Inside the crystal, looking amazingly lifelike, was Warmonga.

Only she was missing her left hand, and part of her right arm, along with part of one leg. Her face was masked by something on the right side, and her torso had a gaping hole in it.

The woman was obviously dead, just….incredibly well-preserved.

She stared at the woman, and grimaced.

She remembered the powerful alien all too well. She and Warhok had almost killed her, and all but taken their world in the shortest conquest of all time. Had not Drew and Shego come up with the most unlikely of all plans, Earth would have been in real trouble at the time.

Then, too, that was the day Ron stopped playing sidekick, and became a real hero in his own right.

Then she frowned.

Warmonga?

Then that meant…..

"Warhok," she rasped in realization.

KP

"This is not the engine room," Shego said, looking at the huge chamber with two large seats, and an array of computer equipment.

"Still looks important. We should shut it all down," Ron declared, noting a lot of the computers were still running in spite of his triggering his EMP earlier.

"Guess we do it the old-fashioned way," Shego said as she lifted glowing hands.

"I think not," a voice growled as a hatch on the far side of the chamber slid open, and a literal giant stomped out to confront them.

"Warhok," Ron gasped, staring at the scarred behemoth with a metal leg replacing his left limb, and a rough patch covering his left eye framed by very grizzly scars.

"I asked before," the giant growled as he lifted a huge spear, "Did you truly think children could best the most feared warrior in the Lorwardian empire?"

"You looked a lot better the last time you asked that one," Shego quipped.

"Indeed," the giant growled at her. "All we're missing is the red one, and the blue imposter," he sneered. "Of course, I happen to know that he is already dead. Replaced by one of my new drones that will soon be slaving for the greater glory of the Lorwardian Empire! As will you," he said, and fired the weapon held in his left hand."

"Not this time, freak," Shego snarled, easily dodging the way, and blasting the weapon.

"Trophy, or drone, you will fall before me," the giant swore, tossing away the same brain ray Dementor had used on Kim after Shego melted the barrel to slag.

"What she said," Ron swore, glowing blue as he jumped, evading that energy spear as he slammed a powerful kick into the side of the giant's head.

The warrior went flying, but he shook it off, and slammed a big fist on the nearby console, and dozens of hovering sentry-bots suddenly flew into the chamber, firing lasers at them.

"This could be going better," Shego complained, jumping, dodging, and leaping around as she worked on taking out any of the metal sentries she could reach as Warhok laughed at them.

"Even you cannot fight forever, green one," he snarled. "Neither of you. And when you fall, I'll simply….."

Every drone suddenly quivered, and fell.

Clattering to the ground like discarded toys, they seemed to lose all power, and simply drop as Warhok frowned at his defenders as Ron and Shego both glanced around uneasily themselves.

"Has to be….."

"Kimmie," Shego grinned as she finished Ron's statement.

The redhead walked into the chamber just then, and eyed the scowling giant.

"I knew it," she said, and eyed the big alien. "You guys just don't know when to quit."

"Quit," Warhok spat. "I'll stop when I add your heads to my trophy wall, and rid the galaxy of your pestilent race for good," he snarled.

"You really think you can replace every human on the planet with one of your robot brains?"

"I've already replaced over ten percent of your feeble population with my drones," Warhok sneered. "You, however, were finally getting too close, and I chose to claim, you, too. Only you proved more…..resilient than expected."

"Like dad says, anything is possible…."

Warhok growled, and flung his spear at her.

And gaped as it stopped in midair, inches from Kim's chest as Shego gasped, and Ron just shook his head.

"KP, stop playing. This guy is serious," he complained.

"So am I, Ron, she said, and the spear suddenly turned, and slammed into a series of computers nearby that sent up sparks and smoke from the array as they began to short-circuit.

"No more drones, or robots," Kim turned to stare at Warhok. "Now, what?"

The giant howled his fury.

"I'll tear you to pieces with my bare…..!"

He took one step, and fell flat on his face.

"No more cybernetic limb," Kim declared, having shut down his artificial limb in the same instant.

"How is this possible," the alien fumed with such hate and anger it seemed to roil off him as he looked up, glaring at Kim with his one good eye.

"That's what I would like to know. Why didn't you just leave if you survived? Why stay here, and try to keep causing trouble," she demanded as she gestured at him, and he gasped in genuine shock as his large body rose, and simply floated over to settle in one of the command chairs on the deck.

"How….?"

"Anything is possible," Kim smiled blandly. "Now, answer me? Why stay here if you survived? Why go to all this…..trouble?"

"You monkeys know nothing of honor," Warhok spat. "Or the Lorwardian way."

"I saw Warmonga."

The alien looked beyond miserable just then.

"Laid low by your treachery!"

"Our treachery," Shego huffed. "We didn't invite you here!"

"You did," Warhok spat. "First with your hints at the Great Blue, then with your mockery of my battle-mate. Our warrior's pride demanded we answer you in kind. Only you could not even give us a genuine defeat. You tossed us aside," he snarled at Ron, obviously still trying to make his metal leg move in vain, "As if unworthy of even facing you."

"We were just trying to stop you," Ron said grimly. "Like Kim said, we beat you. So, why stay?"

Warhok glared for a long moment, then turned to eye Kim.

"You are more than you seem, small one. I see that now. Warhok could not leave because all that survived the explosion was this single shuttle. Even could it fly, I could never return. A prince, and warrior of Lorwardia, bested by mere children? Shamed by ignoble savages? My battle-mate lost, and my honor shattered? I would be a laughing stock among my own. Better to bide my time, claim your world entire, and lay this witless planet at the emperor's feet to prove I am still a warrior of renown," he snarled.

"So, you would kill billions for pride," Kim asked blandly as she never took her eyes off the big warrior.

"Honor demands it," Warhok thundered.

"You'll never stop, will you? No matter what we do?"

"Never," Warhok hissed.

"Then, the only other question I have is, will any more of your people come to avenge you," she asked.

"You truly think you can slay me? I've watched you, woman. Both of you. None of you have the zuchibas to actually slay….."

"Will more come," Kim cut him off.

"Of course not," Warhok spat. "Not that it matters. "Soon, my done-production will expand exponentially, and I'll have the entire planet convert….."

Warhok gasped, both hands going to the long spear suddenly embedded in his broad chest.

"KP," Ron rasped.

"Like you said to me once," Kim said, walking toward the alien who gaped at her with his good eye. "Sometimes, you have to get your hands dirty," she told Ron. "This guy would never have stopped until he killed everyone on Earth. I think he's done enough. Don't you?"

"War….hok will nev….."

The warrior sucked air, shuddering, then went limp in his chair.

"Kim," Shego asked with a grimace as the spear suddenly pulled free of the alien, and hovered before the big alien. "What are you doing?"

"Doing what we should have done at the start," Kim said. "Making sure he's dead," she said, and burying the spear in Warhok's bloody chest again. And again.

"I think you got him," Ron said quietly as Kim finally let the spear drop after puncturing the broad, bloody chest five times.

"Yeah," Shego grimaced as Kim stared hard at the warrior.

"What now," Ron asked.

"Now," Kim said, turning to eye the still operating computers around her. "We make sure everything is shut down, and then hunt down any of his agents still out there before they can reboot this sick plan," he was told.

"Works for me. Anyone got any explosives, because I don't think we'll be finding anything as easy as a self-destruct switch here this time," Shego complained.

"I've got some grenades left," a very haggard, and battered Monique panted as she spoke up just then, leaning against the open hatch while still holding onto her laser rifle.

"Perfect," Kim nodded her way.

"Shego," Hego nodded as he came in behind Monique looking as if he had been in a battle himself, "We were told you were back fighting the good fight."

"Don't even start," Shego said as Mego walked over to stare at Warhok.

"Did you…..?"

"Don't look at me. Kimmie did all the heavy lifting this time," Shego said as her brother stared at the dead warrior with a look mingling horror, and fascination.

"Miss Possible," Hego stared at her. "You had to…..?"

"He was going to kill us all, Hego. He would have never stopped trying. He left us no choice," Ron said, knowing Kim wasn't ready to talk just then as she only walked over, took the mines, and grenades from Monique, and then glanced at the people around her.

"Everyone clear out. I'm going to plant these explosives, and then blow this whole ship. Go. I'll meet you outside."

"Kimmie…."

"Go," Kim told Shego grimly.

Shego nodded grimly, and joined the now silent procession outside.

Fifteen minutes later, well away from the downed ship, the band watched the ship explode, and the icy cliffs disturbed by the explosion, and recent battle shattered, and bury what was left as the crumbling rock, snow, and ice rushed down to cover the now broken alien vessel.

"Rest in piece," Kim murmured, staring at the mound made in the wake of the explosions.

"So, where's the jet," Ron asked.

Monique sighed, and pointed.

"It's toast. I had to fire an EMP. After those bots almost tore it apart."

"Guys," Shego turned to them.

"Our jet was shot down while we were coming in, too," Hego sighed his admission.

Kim sighed.

"The Roth's systems were burned out when you activated that EMP earlier," she realized as she looked up from the open hood she had lifted to check her own vehicle out.

"Well, at least we beat the bad guys," Shego said cheerfully. "Who's up for a walk?"

"Walk," the Wegos groaned in tandem.

"Well, we flew over some kind of outpost back that way. Couldn't have been more than ten miles," Mego pointed.

They all stared across the icy expanse before them, and shivered.

"Let's go," Hego sighed, and took the first step.

"I'm really missing my coat about now," Ron said, but turned to follow.

"We still have a lot to do," Kim reminded them. "Let's get back, and get it done. Warhok might have had human pawns that might try to keep his plan going if we're not careful. I won't feel safe until they are all shut down."

"You just have to rain on our parade," Shego huffed.

"Are you sweating," Mego complained at his sister. "You are?"

"Sure, blame me for having my own onboard heater," she smirked, lifting a glowing hand.

"This is going to be a long walk," Ron told Kim.

Kim gave him a rueful smile, but said nothing.

"Hey, at least we stopped him," he told her.

"I know. I felt his anger. And his….grief. He really cared about her. Warmonga. I think, most of this was about her," she told him.

"So, she was….?"

"Dead," Kim nodded. "I saw her body. It….wasn't pretty."

"Death never is, KP," Ron said grimly. "And like you said, we're going to have a lot to clean up this time. A lot."

Kim said nothing to that as she eyed Shego, who caught her wistful expression, and fell back to put an arm around her.

"Can I warm you up, Princess?"

"Thanks, Shego. I knew you cared."

Shego smiled at her, and let just a degree of her comet-power radiate enough to warm the slender redhead beside her.

"Always, Kimmie. Always."

Hego, for once, wisely kept his silence as they kept walking across the frozen landscape.

KP

Below the thick rock and ice now covering an artificial tomb, a faint glow fluttered in the now dark chamber, and slowly brightened to glow like a singular beacon.

A single console began to hum, and then came to life as a mechanical voice declared, "All remaining auxiliary power now rerouted. Genetic regeneration matrix powering up. Restoration continuing."

In the medical matrix, the tall, green woman sat in complete stasis.

Waiting.

End…?