Kim Possible: Dark Trooper

[dragonfang33]

This is the prequel to my Kyber Crystal Story, though they are both at Fanfiction.net, I felt it would be nice to post them here as well.

Kim Possible: Dark Trooper

BY Dragonfang33

Synapse: A prequel to Kim Possible: Quest for the Kyber Crystal, three years before the events of Kyber Crystal and Sailor Moon: Redempiton, Kim Possible faces her first encounter with a Sith Lord

Introduction
Before the Wars

Location: Taurus, Taurus System, Core Worlds, 10 years ago

Once the city of Vir-Nu was known as the jewel of the Taurus System. It's large elegant skyscrapers rising toward the bright blue sky. Around the various cities of the planet grew a lush tropical jungle populated with a variety of creatures, some friendly, others hostile.

But in the eyes of the boy who watched the city burn, it was the end of a life. The boy watched in horror as the black clad stormtroopers of the Imperial Black Guard burned the city to the ground, he remembered gazing upon the face of the man who had ordered the murder, it was calm, yet cold, lacking any trace of humanity. His name was Valarium, the Emperor's barbaric son, his mission was simply to inspect the boy's father's Emperor's Hand unit, but instead he turned the guns of his two Super Star Destroyers on Taurus, a planet that had never defied Emperor Palpatine, and rained what he called a cleansing fire down upon the planet, a fate that the rest of the nine planet Taurus System would soon share.

The boy felt a warm hand suddenly touch him on his shoulder. It was a mechanical hand; a sign of a warrior, the boy gazed upon the old man's face. The face that gazed back was cold, yet showed great wisdom, a small sweat bead slid down the old man's chocolate skin, though he kept his face hidden in a Jedi's robe. The boy had heard of the Jedi, once there were 10,000 Knights, each one sworn to uphold peace and justice in days that now seemed all but forgotten, but now there were barely 100 left.

"Young one," the old man said, "I can sense you have a strong potential with the Force, yet I must ask, who were your parents?" The boy struggled to answer, but his response was simple.

"My father was a Mandalorian, who became an Emperor's Hand, and my mother was a Jedi Knight," the boy replied, the old man simply looked at him, he'd heard of this type of being, a Force Knight, a being born of the Light and Dark Sides. But until now he thought they were just myths from the forgotten Silver Millennium. The boy looked at the old man.

"Where are my mom and dad?" the boy asked

"I'm afraid they died in the bombing," the old man replied, the boy fell into the old man's arms and began to cry.

"Worry not young one," the old man continued, "I'll take care of you." The boy looked at the old man, and then saw a small cylinder clip to his belt. The old man was a Jedi.

"You're a Jedi," the boy said, in shock.

"Indeed," the old man replied, "I'm a Jedi Master to be exact." the boy suddenly fell to his knees and began begging the old man to train him, but the old man sensed that his motive for such an interest was revenge.

"Understand," the old man said, "a Jedi seeks not revenge, but redemption. What happened to your parents and your world was not your fault. If you're willing to let go of your desire for revenge I will teach you all I know."

"I will do what ever you say master," the boy said, "but please tell me your name?"

"I am Mace Windu," Mace replied, "and I gladly take you, young Kyle Wolf as my Padawann Learner."

Location: GO City Chemical Storage

The three warriors faced each other across a narrow catwalk; suspended from the hard gray ceiling by a series of strong cables, beneath them sat a series of large vats containing Toxic Waste. Once two of them had been friends, one might even have said they loved each other, but now they faced each other as enemies.

"I can't believe you'd betray us," Kyle Wolf shouted

"Oh please," Shego replied, "you think I can stand being with my brothers and their constant rules about how to be a superhero." Shego smiled a sinister smile, "it's strange we're the same, both of us are Mutants, and yet your Mentor doesn't seem to care, while mom and dad gave me up the moment my powers were awakened."

"We sympathies with your plight young Possible," Mace Windu added, "yet this is not the way to get respect."

"You betrayed our trust," Kyle continued, "and that is something Jedi can't forgive."

"We'll take her together," Mace said, but he didn't need the Force to tell him that Kyle burned like a fusion torch.

"NO," Kyle roared, "I'M TAKING HER NOW!" he leapt at Shego, his double bladed lightsaber humming as he brought it down, barely missing Shego. Shego engaged her green power energy, and launched a counter attack, battling Kyle into a corner, before she was pulled away by Mace.

"You should remember to watch behind you," Mace said, as he held his purple blade under Shego's neck, "this is over." Shego just laughed, as she pushed herself out from under Mace's sword, and then leapt over Mace, and placed herself in the middle of the two warriors. Kyle, having regained his balance, charged toward Shego, who leapt out of the way, and landed behind Mace just as Kyle's blade plunged into Mace Windu's abdomen. Shego simply laughed at the sight before her.

"Unbelievable," Shego said, "you're worse then my dipstick brothers." Kyle couldn't believe what he'd just done, he'd never meant to hurt his master, Mace Windu was like a father to him, as Mace's body fell to the ground, the rage Kyle was feeling began to consume him, as the Dark Side of his heritage began to overtake him. In the space of a few seconds Kyle's eyes were bright yellow, and the look to his face enough to frighten even Shego.

Kyle leapt at Shego and attacked her like a madman, in her entire crime fighting career; she'd never faced off with an enemy like this. Shego leapt into the air, and grabbed two chains, that were hanging from the ceiling, and tried to fight back, but Kyle Force Pulled them out of her hands, and sliced them in half. Kyle approached Shego, looking like a demon rising from the lowest pits of hell. Shego and Kyle engaged in a brief hand to hand fight, before Kyle spun kicked her over the railing, but not before he Force Gripped her in mid air.

"You're the good guy," Shego said, for the first time in her life she was indeed frightened, "you can't drop me."

"You made sure I'd kill my Master," Kyle roared, his voice sounding, "If you think I'm going to spare you." He let go, and watched as Shego fell into the vat of Toxic Waste below them. Suddenly Kyle reverted back to normal, and raced to his Master's side.
"Master Windu hold on," Kyle said, as he attempted to use Force Heal on his dying friend.

"No Kyle," Mace replied, "it's too late, you've done well but you still have much to learn. Rachel's death was not your doing, but that of the Dark Side that inhabits you. My death was also not your doing, but the will of the Force."

"Master Windu," Kyle added, with a tear in his eye, "I can't go on alone."

"You must," Mace replied, as he pulled a small gold charm out of his pocket, "when you're truly ready, this will show you your destiny." With that Mace Windu finally became one with the Force, leaving a grieving Kyle Wolf standing over him.

Beneath them Shego clawed her way out of her Toxic tomb, as she tried to deactivate her powers, she found the Toxic Waste had not only made her Shego permanently, but also strengthened her powers.

"You'll pay," Shego whispered, vowing to avenge her defeat one way or the other. She made her way out of the factory before the cops arrived.

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Kim Possible: Dark Trooper

BY Dragonfang33

Chapter I
Dark Jedi

Location: US Army Instillation, near Middleton Colorado, 1 year after the death of Mace Windu

"Ah the life of villainy is most rewarding," the old man said, as the small robot began drilling through the thick steel door, "isn't it my son?" Senior Senior Senior looked behind him, expecting to see his large, self absorbed son, but instead of seeing his son, Senior Senior Jr. All he saw was air, though he wasn't the least bit surprised.

"Junior," Senior asked, "Where are you hiding my son?"

Junior couldn't answer because at the same time his mouth was bound and gagged. The man who stood over him had a gaze like ice; his piercing yellow eyes were enough to make the Galaxy's greatest warriors break. His black robes formed a terrifying web of shadows. The lower part of his face was obscured by a scarf, and his hair was covered by a black hood. Around his right arm, he wore a small Mandalorian gauntlet which had once belonged to his father.

Ever since that day in GO City, Kyle Wolf had never forgiven himself for what had happened to his master, and because of it the Dark Side of his heritage had consumed him to the point he no longer used his real name, though he would say it just to remember what it sounded like. But now he called himself exactly what he was, Dark Jedi.

"Excuse me," Jr. said, "You do know that the police don't bind and gag their captives."

"DO I LOOK LIKE A COP?" Dark Jedi asked

"No," Jr. replied, sobbing.

"Good, you can tell the difference," Dark Jedi replied, "now what are you up to, tell me," Junior didn't answer, "TELL ME NOW!" Dark Jedi reached for the long cylinder that was attached to his belt, and activated a crimson blade.

"FATHER WANTS THE STEALTH FIELD GENERATOR," Junior replied, sobbing.

"Thank you," Dark Jedi said, he then punched Junior in the face, knocking him out.

"Junior," Senior Senior said, his voice echoing through the ventilation shaft, "Where are you my son?" He walked under the ventilator where Dark Jedi had his son tied up. As soon as he was under the great, Dark Jedi lowered himself behind him, as quietly as possible.

"Senior Senior Senior," Dark Jedi said, catching the old man off guard, "up to your old tricks as usual I see?"

"Ah Dark Jedi," Senior Senior replied, "my feisty masked nemesis. You always find a way to get the drop on me and my son." He looked into the ventilator, to see his son out like a light.

"Save it Senior Senior," Dark Jedi continued, drawing his lightsaber, "I'm placing you under arrest."

"As always," Senior Senior replied, "you try to arrest me, I managed to escape, what do you say we just cut to the chase?" The old man pressed a small red button on the top of his cane, and instantly the small robot, which had been cutting through the vault door, extended a collection of razor sharp buzz saws and diamond tipped drills before turning its attention to Dark Jedi.

"Is that all?" Dark Jedi asked, with a smiling under his mask.

"It cost me a bundle," Senior Senior replied, "So it's more then adequate to handle you."
Dark Jedi couldn't help but laugh, as activated both crimson blades on his lightsaber staff, and just as the robot moved in for the kill, he sliced the numerous mechanical arms off, before plunging the lower portion of his sword into the robot's center, destroying the machine.

"Now where were we?" Dark Jedi asked himself, as he placed his lightsaber under Senior Senior's chin.

"Oh yes," Dark Jedi continued, "I believe you were about to surrender." Senior Senior grumbled as he raised his hands over his head.

"I think I'll leave you and your son here for the Military," Dark Jedi replied, as the sound of heavy military boots slamming on the floor echoed in the hall way.

"What are you going to do now," Senior Senior said, "you're trapped, and you can't do much once they get here."

"I said I'd leave you to them," Dark Jedi replied, raising his lightsaber, "I never said I'd leave for them in one piece." With one clean cut, Dark Jedi brought his lightsaber down, and sliced off Senior Senior Senior's right arm.

"With out your arm," Dark Jedi said, as he placed his boot over Senior Senior's other hand, "and with your hand crushed, you shouldn't pose much of a threat." He slowly crushed Senior Senior's fingers, before firing his grappling hook into the ceiling; slowly he pulled himself up, once he reached the ceiling, he cut a hole with his lightsaber, and made his way out onto the roof.

"R4," Dark Jedi said, as he activated his communicator, "bring her down." A medium sized red and white wedged shaped starfighter dropped from behind the clouds. In a large hole on the near the pointed front end was a small, red and blue trash can shaped robot.

"R4," Dark Jedi continued, as the bubble canopy slid open, "get ready to take off." R4 began beeping and whistling, as if trying to tell Dark Jedi something.

"What do you mean kidnapping attempt?" Dark Jedi said, the little robot whistled it's reply.

"Tokyo again," Dark Jedi said to himself, "what is that city psycho central?" He climbed into the cockpit of the Jedi Starfighter.

"R4 set course for Tokyo," Dark Jedi replied, "and make it fast, I can sense company is coming."

The engines of the Jedi Starfighter roared to life, just as the first group of soldiers burst onto the roof, and as the soldiers looked on, the starfighter rocketed into the gathering darkness.

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Kim Possible: Dark Trooper

BY Dragonfang33

Chapter II
General Grievous

Location: Downtown Tokyo, Japan

The bright lights and loud sounds of the parade made the approaching Jedi Starfigher went about the black night sky almost unseen by the general populist. Slowly the Starfighter descended to the roof of one of the numerous brightly lit buildings that lined the street.

"R4," Dark Jedi said, as he emerged from the cockpit, stay with the ship, R4 ejected from the Astro-Droid port on the ship's left side.

Dark Jedi made his way over to the edge of the roof, like a dark crow returning to it's nest. His black cape fluttered in the breeze as Dark Jedi removed a pair of benoculars from his belt, and peered through the blackness like a hawk, searching for anything that seemed out of place. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes he spotted something, a small black and green fighter, approaching the city at high speed.

"Well, well," Dark Jedi said, "seems like someone hasn't learned her lesson from the last 50 times we've met."

Shego's fighter screamed across the sky heading toward its' target, the parade celebrating Nakasumi san's 70th birthday. Sitting within the confines of the small cockpit, Shego was as focused as ever, as her target came within view.

"Target: Nakasumi san," Shego said, over the intercom, three shadows on one of the buildings that lined the parade route began to move, they weren't shadows, they were men, clad in pitch black robes similar to the once worn by the Sith, except on this planet they were called Ninjas. The three ninjas made their way toward the lead float in the parade, on top of which was a large yellow balloon, with a large yellow smiley face, in front of the balloon stood two figures, the first was an old man, dressed in a black business suit, and white dress shirt. The other was a young woman, clad in a red kimono, and black slacks.

One by one the Ninjas landed on top of the float, and surrounded the two. But just as the ninjas were about to capture Nakasumi san, the balloon on top of the float suddenly erupted, a young girl, about 15 or 16 with fiery orange hair and emerald green eyes leapt from the balloon, as if the Force itself guided her. She was dressed in a black sweatshirt, with brown cargo pants and wore a pair of black gloves on her hands.

Kim Possible landed in the midst of the Ninjas, who attempted to subdue her, but soon found out they were out classed. Kim quickly dispatched the three warriors as if they weren’t trying.

"It is impossible," one of the ninjas said, as he regained his balance.

"No," Kim replied, "but real close." The three ninjas were soon on their feet, and this time they drew three sword hilts, and engaged three crimson blades.

"Lightsabers," Dark Jedi said, watching the duel from the roof, "and here I thought I was the only one on this miserable planet to have one."

"Uh," Kim said, "Ron."

"Working on it," Ron replied, as he tried to punch his way out of the balloon, Nakasumi San tugged at the side of the balloon, and a young man, with a silly look to his face fell out. He had blonde hair, and was dressed in an outfit similar to Kim's. This was Ron Stoppable, Kim's sidekick, as Ron landed on the float, the ground began to shake, a ninja, twice the size of the others suddenly leapt in front of Ron.

"Sumo Ninja," Ron shouted.

"I am strong like the mountain," The Sumo Ninja shouted, as he grabbed Ron, and began squeezing him.

"Rufus help," Ron said, as a small pink rodent popped out of his pocket. But before Rufus could do anything, the Sumo Ninja suddenly let go, and fell over with a loud thud. His entire back had been cleaved open, by a sword of some kind, but when Ron looked about to find his mysterious savior all he saw nothing.

Kim, meanwhile had her hands full with three lightsaber toting ninjas, when suddenly they to dropped, each one with either an arm, leg, or both chopped off. Standing in the center of the carnage was a man clad in all black, the lower half of his face obscured by a black scarf, and his hair covered by a black hood. A dark cape fluttered in the mind, as the man turned to face Kim, revealing a pair of sinister yellow eyes, and clenching a double bladed crimson lightsaber.

"Hay you freeze," Kim said, as she assumed a fighting stance. Dark Jedi didn't reply, he simply gazed at Kim, he remembered how Rachel had once looked, when she was able to deactivate her powers, and Kim was strikingly similar.

"Wade," Kim said, as she drew her Kimmunicator, "we've got a waco Star Wars Fan."

"Did you just say waco Star Wars Fan?" Wade asked, Kim held the Kimmunicator out in front of her, still Dark Jedi didn't make a move, as Wade preformed a diagnostic scan of the dark warrior.

"Complete with a cheesy toy lightsaber," Kim said, as she assumed a fighting stance.

"Uh, Kim," Wade replied, having printed the results of his scan "I think that Lightsaber's real."

"Please Wade," Kim replied, "a real lightsaber." Kim began laughing.
High above the parade, Shego immediately recognized the mysterious warrior.

"Oh great," Shego said, as she began to remember what had happened in GO City so long ago, "him again." Still, she had a job to do; she dove toward the float, a large metal claw extended.

"R4," Dark Jedi shouted, "activate autopilot." The Jedi Starfighter roared to life, and fired off a burst of its laser cannons. Shego tried to dodge the beams of energy but they were too fast, and her fighter was soon retiled with holes, and was soon after streaking home.

"You know one day," Shego said, to herself, "we really need to take that robot away from him."

Location: Dr. Drakken's Lair, Rocky Mountains.

"I assure you my lord," the blue skinned man said, nervously, "that I'll have the first battalions ready by next week." The man who gazed back at Dr. Drakken, was said to the most powerful of all Sith Lords, Darth Plageus, teacher of Emperor Palpatine. It is said that most Sith Lords retain a trace of who they once were, even the Emperor, who for all of his evil was still revered and admired for ending the corruption that had doomed the Old Republic.

Darth Plageus though---

Plageus was a monster, an abomination of the Force, having found a way to fuse with the Dark Side, he'd become half Force Spirit, half human, though he was human only in name. Drakken in a way knew that Shego, and in a strange way the Emperor that Plageus often mentioned, had more compassion then this abomination. He was clad in a black Sith robe, over which he wore a black chest plate. Tied to his waist were two double bladed lightsabers, his eyes glowed a terrifying shade of red, instead of the traditional yellow. He kept the left half of his face concealed in the shadows of his hood, though small bits of jet black hair could be seen on the side that he showed. Though it was just a hologram, Dr. Drakken had never been so frightened.

"For your sake Dr. you'd better," Plageus replied, his icy voice penetrating the last of Drakken's defenses, "and to make sure you keep your half of our deal, I'm sending my military Commander, General Greivous to oversee your progress." Drakken began to have second thoughts about the deal he'd made so long ago, in exchange for ruling the world, Drakken was to supply Plageus's Order of the Shadow with an army of super soldiers, and so far he'd yet to deliver on his word.

"If it please you my lord," Drakken said, nervously, "I would like to show you something that I know you'll be pleased with." The message come over the intercom that Shego had returned, empty handed, Drakken pressed a small red button that opened the shutters on the windows.

Below them, Shego engaged in a brawl with a collection of Drakken's newly developed Sintho Drones. At fist the battle looked as though it might end in a draw.

"The Sintho Drones are improving," Shego said, as she threw another against a wall, "they might actually win in a fair fight, too bad that’s not my style." she suddenly ignited her trade mark GO Team Glow, and plowed her clawed hand into a near by Sintho Drone, and in the space of a few seconds Drone 842 had disintegrated.

"843," Shego said, as another Drone attacked her, but up in the control room, Drakken could tell Plageus was far from impressed.

"ENOUGH," Plageus roared, the look to his face no longer seemed Human, and Drakken looked on with extreme fright, "Dr. Drakken I don't want those stunted pieces of slime in my sight again, am I clear?"

"Yes my lord," Drakken replied, as he fell to his knees, and began begging, "please don't kill me." But Plageus had switched off the Hologram, making sure the Dark Lord was truly gone, Drakken made his way into the training room, where Shego was waiting. For the past three years Drakken had been able to keep his deal with the Order of the Shadow a secret from Shego, but he knew it was only a matter of time before she found out about the deal.

"Shego," Drakken groaned, "do you always have to break my toys?"

"Nice try doc," Shego replied, but was soon interrupted by the sound of one of Drakken's henchmen running into the room.

"Dr. Drakken," the henchman said, "an unknown aircraft is requesting landing clearance." Drakken pulled the collar of his shirt, knowing who it was.

"Let it land," Drakken said, "I'll meet it in the hanger." The henchman saluted, and raced back to the hanger. Shego shot Drakken a strange look.

"Uh Dr D.," Shego ventured, "what are you doing?"

"Save it Shego," Drakken replied, "we've got a very important guest arriving."

"I wasn't informed," Shego said, coldly, "have you been keeping secrets?"

"Okay I guess it's time to come clean," Drakken said, smiling, "you see a few years back I made an arrangement that will guarantee us World Domination, and one of my partner's lieutenants is coming to check up on how things are going." Shego could tell the Drakken was lying about something, but for now she decided to play along.

"So," Drakken said, changing the subject, "did you get Nakasumi?"

"Do you see him?" Shego replied, Drakken slapped himself on the head.

"Let me guess Kim Possible," Drakken said

"And Dark Jedi," Shego added.

"Great," Drakken said, "now we have to deal with both of them at once."

Location: Drakken's Lair, Hanger Bay

The Stelthipied class shuttle was a vessel not seen since the end of the Clone Wars, and was typical of all ex-Trade Federation craft, shaped like a large insect, with pincer like landing gear, and a large circular shaped canopy in the front. Slowly the craft descended into the hanger bay, as Drakken and Shego entered. Once the ship had been secured the loading ramp was extended, six figures, three on each side, forming a fearsome phalanx, emerged from the shuttle, and made their way down the ramp. Each one was clad black armor, with a long stick tied to their belts. Their faces were obscured by helmets with a long red visor running across face. They were Shadow Troopers, stormtroopers given the power of the Force, while as fearsome as the Shadow Troopers were, they were nothing compared to the monstrosity that emerged next.

He was massive, taller then Drakken, with a blue floor length cape, though it was clear he was not human, his body was mechanical, and his face was obscured by a skull like helmet. His eyes seemed almost reptilian, and a collection of lightsabers hung inside his cape. His feet were clawed, almost vulture like, and his presences was enough to even send chills down Shego's spine. As the mountainous creature walked passed, Shego couldn't help but grin, the Shadow Troopers were far better then anything Jack Hench could come up with, and the monster of a robot made any Doom Bot obsolete, who ever Drakken had made a deal with, surely had a lot of money to spend.

"I take it you must be General Grievous," Drakken said, extending his hand, "we're so pleased you could come."

"You may dispense with the pleasentries Doctor," Grievous growled, "I'm here to put you back on schedule." Grievous looked about; he expected to be met with the troops Drakken had promised to build, only to find none.

"Where are the Dark Troopers?" Grievous asked, extending his duralsteel hand toward Drakken's neck.

"Oh the Dark Troopers," Drakken said, nervously, "You see uh, my mother's in town, so I've been unable to build any, and then you have the whole Kim Possible thing."

"SILENCE," Grievous roared, before grabbing Drakken by the neck, "have you forgotten your end of our deal Doctor?"

"No," Drakken said, gasping for breath, "Lord Plageus is asking too much, I just need some more time." Grievous hurled Drakken to the floor, and with a sinister grin from behind his mask, removed his hand.

"Then perhaps you can explain the situation to Lord Plageus," Grievous said, "When he arrives." Drakken's face went white as a sheet.

"L L L L, Lord Plageus is coming here?" Drakken said, as sweet began to pour down his brow.

"Indeed Doctor," Grievous said, "and he's most displeased with your apparent lack of motivation." He motioned for his Shadow Troopers to follow him, and soon faded into the shadows.

"Now there's an evil genius for ya," Shego said, but Drakken didn't answer, almost at once he began panicking, and started shouting orders like a madman.

"Shego," Drakken said, "Find those Dark Trooper Blueprints, Henderson dismantle the Death Rays, Stevens forget the Kim Possible stuff, HELP." Drakken collapsed into a fetal position, and began sucking his thumb, never in his life had he been so frightened. But as for Shego, she actually seemed glad that someone was able to whip Drakken into shape

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Kim Possible: Dark Trooper

BY Dragonfang33

Chapter III
House Guest

Location: Lair of Dr. Drakken, a few hours later

"What are we going to do?" Drakken said, pacing the floor like a panic tiger, "what are we going to do?"

"What do you mean we?" Shego asked, "and by the way do you have any idea what the Order of the Shadow is?"

"A wealthy evil conglomerate that pales in comparison to me?" Drakken asked, nervously, and praying Shego would say yes. Drakken though, should have spent more time reading conspiracy theories and less time plotting world domination.

"Wrong," Shego replied, "they're only the most dangerous organization on the planet, they even say the Order are the ones calling the shots over in Latvaria, while Dr. Doom is just they're puppet, they even say the UN Secretary General is just a front for the Order's own plans." Drakken didn't want to hear anymore.

"Oh great," Drakken said, "not only do I not have the Dark Troopers I promised, but Lord Plagueis will be arriving soon." Drakken once again fell into a fetal position and began sucking his thumb.

"Then I suggest," Shego added, "you find a way to get those what ever built before your partner shows up, and goes nuclear on you."

"That's more easier said then done," Drakken added, "from these blueprints," Drakken pulled a small disk marked with the Imperial insignia from his pocket, "there's nothing on Earth that can create something like this, though I can't understand why it looks like something out of Star Wars?"

"Worry about copyright infringement later," Shego added, with a sinister grin to her face, "get the robot in here and I think I may have a way to save your skin."

Location: Nakasumi San's private jet, near Middleton

"So you have no idea on how he built a working lightsaber?" Kim asked, as she focused on her Geometry homework

"None," Wade replied, "I've never seen anything like it outside of the Star Wars movies."

"Please," Kim added, "those are just movies, personally I think Dark Jedi or what ever he calls himself, just saw one too many, and got lucky."

"Excuse me," Wade shouted, "he built something that I haven't even figured out the physics for yet, if you ask me he's the real deal."

"Please a real Jedi Knight?" Kim said, trying to keep herself from laughing, "next you'll be telling me I've got the Fearless Ferrite is chasing me."

It's said that those who can't remember the past are condemned to repeat it. But what about those who can't let go of the past, their entire lives hinged on a single moment, a single mistake, a mistake that one man has never forgiven himself for. Dark Jedi sat in a lotus position, trying to draw the images of that horrible day in GO City out of his head, yet the more he tried the more he couldn't forgive himself for what he did, and the more he blamed Shego for his mistake.

Dark Jedi was suddenly snapped out of his meditation, by the sound of his communicator buzzing, in an instant he removed the small device from his belt.

"What R4?" Dark Jedi asked, the little droid's reply was that the abandoned Air Base Dark Jedi had been using had been compromised by Sentinels.

"Great," Dark Jedi said, "listen, meet me at Kim Possible's house, we'll decide what we'll do from there." R4 whistled a small reply.

"1138 Hill Drive in Middleton," Dark Jedi shouted, "I thought I programmed it into you before we left Japan?" R4 whistled yet another reply.

"Good," Dark Jedi shouted, "I meet you there as soon as I can, Dark Jedi out." Dark Jedi stood up and made his way back to the main cabin.

Kim had returned to her Geometry homework, when Dark Jedi entered the room, scarcly noticing the dark warrior.

"Hay," Kim said, with a friendly grin, "I'd like to thank you for helping us out,"

"Personally I could have done a better job if you had minded your own business Miss. Possible," Dark Jedi replied, sinisterly.

"Well excuse me for trying to be nice," Kim replied, crossing her arms, "the least you could do is take that mask off." Dark Jedi simply groaned.

"I don't take my mask off," Dark Jedi answered, "EVER."

"Why you scared beyond belief or something?" Kim asked.

"No," Dark Jedi replied, "it's a long story, one I'd rather not tell."

"And why not?" Kim asked, Dark Jedi couldn't bring himself to reply, it was the first time he noticed but Kim looked identical to what Shego looked like when she was still able to deactivate her powers, from her fiery orange hair, down to her emerald eyes Kim was a spitting image of Rachel.

"Aren’t you going to answer?" Kim asked, snapping Dark Jedi back to reality.

"Let's just say an old friend and me had a little falling out," Dark Jedi replied, "and let's leave it at that." Their conversation was soon interrupted by two Nakasumi Corporation Execs, who were carrying a pair of high school math books.

"Ah Miss Possible," one of the execs said, "tell Stoppable san his homework is completed."

"Doko de Stoppable san he ikimasu ka?(Where did Mr. Stoppable go?)" Dark Jedi replied

"Oh you speak Japanese?" one of the execs asked

"Just a little," Dark Jedi replied, "now answer my question."

"I believe Stoppable san is in the back," the first exec replied. Kim and Dark Jedi made their way toward Nakasumi's private office in the rear of the plane.

Nakasumi's office was decked out with various items reflecting Nakasumi's business, toy making, on a table near the far wall was a collection of stuffed animals of Nakasumi's most well known characters, while set of drawings hung on the wall behind them.

"Ah Mr. Dark Jedi, Miss Possible," Miss Kyoko said, bowing, as Kim and Dark Jedi entered, "Nakasumi san would like to extend his gratitude for the assistance you both provided last night."

"No big," Kim replied

"I was just doing my job," Dark Jedi added, before changing the subject, "have either of you seen Stoppable?" A small blue radio controlled car, with Rufus behind the wheel raced past Dark Jedi's legs.

"Rufus I'm suppose to drive," Ron added, with a kid like smile to his face, as he pushed his way past Kim and Dark Jedi.

"That answers that," Kim said, as Ron continued playing with the toy car.

"I can see why he wanted those two geniuses to do his homework," Dark Jedi added, "this kid's a total moron." Ron by now was dancing about the cabin like a Getty school girl.

"You're friend is one of our most valued customers," Miss Kyoko added, "so full of child like wonder."

"He's full of something," Dark Jedi said, as Ron danced his way into the toy table, "and brains don't seem to be on the list, and by the way I've never seen these two in my life."

"At least we're on the same page," Kim replied, "after what kind of hero goes about calling himself Dark Jedi, I mean Spider-Man, Hulk, I can understand but," Kim suddenly felt her air way begin to collapse, as Dark Jedi balled his hand into a fist.

"Are you quite finished," Dark Jedi asked, "because you're really working my nerves."

"Yes," Kim replied, barley able to speak. Dark Jedi loosened his grip, and let her fall to the floor.

"Dude," Ron said, having witnessed the whole thing, "You’re a mutant!"

"I'm not a mutant," Dark Jedi replied, "my ability to manipulate the Force was taught to me, not handed over on a silver platter by accidents or birth defects like most of the Force Sensistives on this planet."

"Ah a mutant," Nakasumi said, cutting in, "you do know that my company offers Mutant benefits, if you like."

"Sorry," Dark Jedi replied, "Jedi don't take money, besides," he turned to face Kim, "I believe we're over Middleton, now if you two wouldn't mind, I believe we've got a jump to make."

Location: 1138 Hill Drive, Middleton

Dr. Hugh Possible sat at the coffee table, pouring over some of the latest data related to Project Hivestes, yet every time he looked over the data, it reminded him of the adventures he used to have, in fact the data of Project Hivestes was similar to that of a project Hugh Possible shut down long ago, Project Dark Trooper, back when he was known as Kyle Katarn.

"Man," Hugh said to himself, with a smile to his face, "those were the days, nothing but a star filled sky, a fully powered Hyperdrive, and only the Force to guide you." The memories of his adventures indeed brought an amount of joy to his now dull existence, in fact he'd all but severed his connection to the Force, and in many ways he was glad his days as a Jedi had led him and most of his students to the brink of disaster, yet there were times he wished he hadn’t severed that connection.

"Good morning honey," Megan Possible said, as she patted her husband on the head.

Hugh didn't reply, he loved his wife, but after what she did to their first child he could never forgive her, though he tried.

"Morning Dr. Possible," Hugh replied, with his typical smile.

Over the past few years Megan had learned to control her anti-Mutant tendencies, though at times she still let her thoughts on the Mutant issue be known, in many ways she knew that giving Rachel up to the Go family, all because she was a Mutant was inexcusable, though she tried over and over again in her mind to atone for that crime.

"Coffee," Megan Possible asked

"Yes please," Hugh replied, not noticing that he had also set the auto delete on the file he was working on.

"Dr. Possible voice recognition acknowledged," the computer said, "file delete commencing." Hugh spat out his coffee, and immediately grabbed his computer and as fast as he could aborted the delete.

"Not to worry," Hugh said, pointing to his head, “got it all up here."

"Where are the kids?" Megan asked

"Jim and Tim are working on some top secret project," Hugh replied, "haven't seen Kimmie." As they talked they failed to notice Kim and Dark Jedi parachute into their front yard.

"Uh," Kim asked, taking notice of R4, "what's he doing here?"

"My base was compromised," Dark Jedi replied, "so I need a place to stay."

"NOW WAIT A MINUTE," Kim said, "you never told me," Dark Jedi waved his hand, allowing the Force to take control of Kim's mind.

"You will allow me to stay," Dark Jedi said

"I'll allow you to stay," Kim repeated

"Carry on," Dark Jedi added

"Carry on," Kim repeated. Kim and Dark Jedi made their way to the kitchen door, and let themselves in.

"Morning," Kim said, as she hugged her parents.

"Getting in a little late there Kim," Hugh Possible replied, suddenly he felt a strange disturbance, even though he'd severed his connection with the Force; he still felt its presences.

"And who's this?" Megan asked, taking notice of the dark figure standing in the door. Dark Jedi walked over to the table, and slammed his lightsaber onto it.

"I'm just a guy with a lightsaber looking for a place to crash for a few days," Dark Jedi replied, as Megan looked over Dark Jedi, she recognized him from a recent news cast from LA.

"You're that guy who saved that Mutant kid from the Sentinels last month," Megan said

"He was a defenseless human being," Dark Jedi replied, "I just did my duty."

"You're duty should have been to let him die," Megan replied, Kim gazed over at the conversation; she'd never heard her mother sound so racist before.

"Excuse me," Dark Jedi replied, "unlike Sentinels I at least spare the defenseless from facing that kind of fate." Dark Jedi grabbed his lightsaber and prepared to storm out of the kitchen.

"Oh is that why you like those pro-Mutant Star Wars movies?" Megan replied, Dark Jedi froze in his tracks, "I've always said the Jedi got what they deserved."

"YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THE JEDI ORDER?" Dark Jedi roared

"Only that you shouldn't be supporting a terrible pro mutant organization," Megan replied, Dark Jedi silently counted to ten to keep himself from putting his fist through Megan Possible's face.

'I guess I know who to blame for Rachel's fall,' Dark Jedi thought to himself, suddenly a small fighter plane jetted into the kitchen, Dark Jedi and Kim leapt into the air, Kim was about to strike the small craft with a frying pan, but just before she could, Dark Jedi's crimson blade sliced the small fighter in half. No sooner had the first craft been destroyed, when a second plane entered the room, Dark Jedi extended his hand, and with the Force crushed the small toy like a tin can. Kim and Megan looked on in shock, no one, not even Mutants had those kinds of reflexes. Hugh though, simply smiled.

[dragonfang33]

Kim Possible: Dark Trooper

BY Dragonfang33

Chapter IV
The Bermuda Triangle Part I: Remembrance

Dark Jedi stood over the smoldering pile of steel that had once been a pair of toy planes. He turned to face Megan Possible, his eyes looking as though they were on fire, leaving Megan shaking, and picked up their argument from where he left off.

"So this is how a Friend of Humanity acts," Dark Jedi said, "you know how to dish it out, but you can't take it." Megan looked at Dark Jedi for a second.

"How do you know what organization I belong to?" Megan asked

"I can read your thoughts," Dark Jedi replied, "and from what I've seen of your behavior, you've allowed Creed to twist your mind until now, until you and you're so called "friends" have become the very evil you swore to never become." Megan was about to respond to Dark Jedi's statement, but couldn't on the surface she didn't want to believe what he'd just said, but deep down she knew he was right.
However just before Megan could form the words, two young boys, each identical to the other, with the exception of one wearing a red over shirt, and the other a green over shirt entered the room.

"Hay mom," Jim said, "have you seen our?" Jim and Tim were cut off by Kim giving them one of the meanest stares ever.

"You boys know better," Megan said, handing them their broken planes, "then to use rocket fuel in the house." They turned to face Kim.

"You did this," Jim said, with his own mean look to his face.

"No I didn't," Kim replied, "he did." She pointed to Dark Jedi, who was just about to deactivate his lightsaber.

"COOL," Tim said, grabbing Dark Jedi's communicator, "a real Droid Com-Link."

"Even cooler," Jim added, trying to pull the lightsaber from Dark Jedi's hand, "a real lightsaber."

"ENOUGH," Dark Jedi roared, as he Force Pushed both boys from him, "IF YOU NEED ME I'LL BE UPSTAIRS." The look to Dark Jedi's face was more like a raging storm, then a human being, it was the first time Kim actually felt fear run up her spine, she'd never seen someone so angry.

"Now wait a minute," Megan added, Hugh though continued his work, knowing full well what Dark Jedi was about to do.

"You will let me stay," Dark Jedi said, waving his hand, the Force flowed through Megan's mind, and slowly took control of her thoughts.

"I'll let you stay," Megan replied.

"I can go on my way," Dark Jedi added, once again waving his hand.

"You can go on your way," Megan repeated, Dark Jedi stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Megan with no memory of what had just transpired.

"Always works," Hugh said to himself, Kim looked at her dad, wondering what he just said.

"Excuse me daddy?" Kim asked, "what did you just say?"

"Nothing Kimme," Hugh replied, Kim though began to wonder about what she had just seen.

"No way," Kim said, not wanting to admit what she was suspecting, "that's impossible."

"That one's really got to learn to control his temper," Megan said, whispering into her daughter's ear, Kim looked at her mother, it was as though she had completely forgotten what had transpired a few minutes ago.

"I'll be up in my room," Kim replied, as she followed Dark Jedi's lead, "Let me know when lunch is ready."

Location: Acclamator class Transport, Sith's Hammer, over the Atlantic Ocean

Darth Plaguies was lost in deep meditation, his mind drifting back to his early days, the days when he, like his accursed apprentice were once Jedi. He remembered how he found the Dark Crystal now embedded in his right hand, and how its dark entity had warped his mind leading him down the path of darkness. He remembered the screams of the Jedi Knights he massacred on Drongar, a movie which earned him the nickname, Nightmare of the Sith, and above all the joy on his own face as he absorbed their Dark Side energies for his own. He remembered the day he first arrived on this accursed planet, yes it was a day he'd never forget.

(Beging Flashback)

Location: Crashsite of the Heart of the Galaxy, outside of Roswell New Mexico, 18 BBY

The first contingent of troops, from the 509th Bombardment Group and the first scientists from the near by Los Alamos Nuclear Laboratory had arrived at the smoldering crater, the night before, among them was a rising star in the United States Army Air Force, Col. Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross, and a promising, yet shy, twenty year old nuclear research assistant named Robert Bruce Banner.

The wreck that was scattered across the farm field was once a YT2400 Corellian Medium Range Freighter known as the Heart of the Galaxy. The ship had broken into three sections after colliding with a comet the night before, with the forward and cockpit sections breaking apart upon entering the Earth's atmosphere. The engine compartment though remained intact, and had slammed into the ground with such tremendous force that it cut a large gash into the field, before coming to rest, half buried, about a mile from the debris field created by the falling debris of the remainder of the ship.

The troops of the 509th had managed to uncover the bulk of the engine compartment, while the scientists combed the wreck site with Geiger counters to measure the amount of radiation that the wreck was giving off.

"Col. Ross," a soldier said, Ross gazed over the crash site like a hawk, expecting his orders to be carried out to the letter.

"What is it Talbot," Ross asked. Sergeant Glenn Talbot had only recently been assigned to the Roswell Airbase, and like Ross had plenty of ambition to go around.

"We found something I think you should look at," Talbot replied. Ross made his way to the top of the engine compartment. A large hole, just big enough for a human sized man to crawl through, had been blown into the top.

"It's a hole," Ross thundered, "it was probably caused by the crash."

"No sir," Talbot replied, "this looks like it was blown out, and someone, or something crawled out." Ross was lost in thought on the subject of an alien lose in New Mexico, when Banner suddenly appeared, almost out of breath.

"Col. Ross," Banner said, "you've got to see this."

"Not now Banner," Ross roared, "we've got bigger problems, and we don't need another of your hair brained theories," Ross groaned, "at times you're so much like your father."

Banner froze, his father was not someone he liked to talk about, in fact over the past decade he'd learned to hate his father with the utmost intensity, yet he also learned to fear him more then ever, he remembered the look of pure hatred on his face as he plunged that butcher knife into his beloved mother, he remembered feeling so helpless to stop him, wishing he'd been strong enough to help his mother. Yet the more he thought of it, the more he felt something emerging from the darkest depths of his mind, something human, but at the same time not human, and like every previous moment it appeared, he pushed this thing back into the abyss from which it came.

"I'm sorry Col." Banner replied, and made his way back to his work.

"Spineless milksop," Ross snarled under his breath, before turning back to Talbot, "have some men sweep the desert. What ever broke out couldn't have gone far."

"Yes sir," Talbot replied, saluting, before he left he remembered something else that he'd wanted to say.

"By the way Col." Talbot continued, "the press in Roswell are becoming to curious about the site, and the three bodies we recovered, what should we tell them?"

"Tell them it was just a weather balloon," Ross snapped, "and nothing more."

"Yes sir," Talbot replied

A small Tank Team consisting of four soldiers, each armed with either an M1 Garand Rifle, or Tommy Gun, and a single M4 Sherman class Medium Tank made their way into the desert. Not one of the troopers or Tankers knew who or what it was that they were looking for, as the sun began to set. The small company stopped in the shade of one of a sand dune to camp for the night before continuing their hunt in the morning. Just as the sun was about to cast its final light of the day, the men saw something moving toward them, it was shaped like a man, but covered in a black cloak, it's face covered with a mask that seemed to have a red cross in the center.

"Halt this area's restricted," one of the troopers said, but the figure kept coming. As he got closer the Film Badges pinned to the troopers pockets began to go haywire, as a strange type of energy flowed out of the man like a blast furnace. The soldiers began to back away, fearing that he was emitting dangerous radiation, they couldn't have been more wrong.

Darth Plaguies stopped about a few feet from the troopers, who looked over the strange creature, like he inspected them.

"Hands up," one of the men said, as he approached the Dark Lord, fear running up his spine. The trooper was about to say something, when he felt something strange grab hold of his neck, and begin to constrict his air way, slowly the trooper was lifted off the ground, and hovered for a few moments, about five inches in the air, with a quick strike, Plaguies plunged his right hand into the trooper, and slowly began separating his Force Aura from his body, and with one quick jerk, pulled the young man's very soul from his body, and in a blinding flash absorbed the man's Force Aura into the black crystal embedded in his right hand.

"Holy," the troops couldn’t finish their statement before Plaguies set his sites on them.

"What are you all waiting for," the CO asked, "FIRE." The sounds of gunfire echoed through the gathering dark. Plaguies though cracked a simple smile from behind his mask, he held his hand out, and as if blocked by some sort of wall, the bullets seemed to stop in mid air and fall to the ground.

"Is that all?" Plaguies asked, "I haven't even broken a sweat." A small tube, with two holes in each side snapped into his hand, and almost on queue two jet black blades emerged from the cylinder’s ends.

"FIRE, FIRE, FIRE," The CO shouted, the remaining troops opened up with everything they had. Plaguies began swinging his lightsaher like lightning, deflecting ever shot they fired, as the troops tried to hold the Dark Lord off, he moved at point blank range, and with a swift swing, cleaved one of the troopers in half. Seeing their comrade slain so easily the other troopers attempted to run, only to find Plaguies had raced in front of them, faster then they could move, and with another swing, he decapitated another trooper, and as if he had eyes in the back of his head, deflected a bullet right into another's heart, killing the man instantly. Slowly the Dark Lord approached the last of the ground troops. With a look of absolute fear to his face, the man threw down his Tommy Gun, his 9mm Colt, and all his ammo, and through his hands into the air.

"I have no need for weaklings," Plaguies said, as the Force penetrated the trooper's mind, with a quick swing, he sliced the trooper in half.

"Hold it right there Alien Scum," another voice said from behind him, Plaguies turned around, to find himself facing the 75mm cannon of the M4.

"Now," the Tank Commander said, "drop the weapon, and come with us." Plaguies couldn't help but laugh, this world was indeed primitive, if they hadn't discovered either the Hyperdrive, or the Repulser Lift yet. Plaguies raised his hand, and with the power of the Dark Side, began crushing the M4 like it was a tin can, the crew tried to get out, but the hatches had jammed, slowly the walls of the Tank closed in, and one by one they were crushed to death. Plaguies dropped the devastated Tank to the ground, and made his way into the night.

Dawn had lead a search team to the site of the battle that had taken place, and Ross couldn't believe what he was seeing, some of the best infantry in the US army had been beaten as though they were just cardboard targets. While Ross and his military escort surveyed the devastation, Banner and his science team began inspecting the bodies, and the remains for any trace of radiation. One by one their Geiger counters went off the scale, as they came into contact with the energy of the Force.

"Col." Banner shouted, as he made his way over to Ross.

"What is it now Banner?" Ross thundered.

"It's the bodies sir," Banner replied, "their completely covered with what should be a fatal dose of radiation."

"SO," Ross snapped

"It wasn't the Radiation that killed them," Banner replied, "in fact they look as though they've been carved up, by a sword. But the tank, it's as though something just crumbled it up. Yet the tank absorbed the radiation that was being used to crush it, and yet the crew didn't die of the radiation, they died when the tank caved in on them."

"What are you getting at Banner?" Ross asked

"I'm saying," Banner replied, "that I saw the same thing at the crash site, the ship had absorbed tons of radiation from its engines, yet the bodies we recovered are perfectly fine, no mutations, no signs of any illness, it's as though the radiation was helpful instead of harmful. In fact in one of them, I noticed that his some of his atoms seemed to be charged with the same kind of radiation."

"You're not making sense Banner," Ross thundered.

"I'm saying," Banner continued, "that if we can harness this energy, this," he thought for a minute as to what to called the Force, "this Gamma Radiation. We could develop a bomb that will destroy property, yet leave the people alive." Ross gave Banner a cold glance, at the moment his thoughts were on what was running across the desert, not on some new type of weapon.

"Sergeant," Ross snapped, a trooper raced over.

"Yes Col.," Talbot replied, saluting

"Get a message back to Base Command, and patch me through to Majestic-12 at the Pentagon," Ross ordered, "Alert: Possible Alien creature on the lose, stop, Request deployment of Majestic Capture Team, stop," the last bit Ross couldn't bring himself to say, yet some how managed, "PS: Request remains of Alien crew be transferred to Area 51 upon completion of cataloguing and autopsy at Wright-Patterson, in order to conduct further investigation of strange radiation found at Roswell Crash Site, by personal request I ask that Dr. Robert Bruce Banner to be assigned to head the program to discover any possible military use for strange radiation, stop." Ross shot Banner another cold look.

"Don't make me regret this Banner," Ross snarled

"I won't sir," Banner replied, Ross stormed back to his jeep, yet deep in his mind, he knew one monster had escaped, and he would not allow the Roswell disaster to repeat itself. Banner though couldn't believe his luck, this was the moment his career had been waiting for, though over the years Banner would forever regret his decision to accept this Dream Job.

(End Flashback)

"Has it really been that long?" a voice said from within Plaguies's head.

"Indeed my master," Plaguies replied, "even as we speak the first stage of our plan is in movement, at long last we'll be able to reveal ourselves to the world, at last we'll have our revenge."

"Patience my apprentice," the voice continued, "don't forget there are still those who threaten our plans."

"Fear not master," Plaguies replied, "I've already set the next phase of our plan into motion."

Location: Kim's Room, Middleton

Kim's bed room was like that of any other typical teenager, crawling with the latest fashions from Club Banana, and posters of the latest boy bands, yet what stuck out the most was a large shelf on the far wall, which was filled with stuffed animals that resembled bad splicing experiments, and on the bed rested a stuffed animal similar to the others, except it looked like a cross between a kangaroo and a panda bear, with a beaming smile.

Kim slowly made her way into her room, with extreme quiet, after what she'd seen in the kitchen, ticking Dark Jedi off even more then he already was, was the worst idea possible.

"Tell me," Dark Jedi said, giving scaring Kim half to death, Kim looked over to see Dark Jedi staring out the window, his mind focusing on an event in the past, "do you remember what happened in New York and Washington last month?"

"Of course," Kim replied, "I saw the footage, but what does 9/11 have to do with anything?"

"Tell me," Dark Jedi continued, "what were you doing when that happened?"

"I was," Kim replied, "at the mall." Dark Jedi began probing Kim's mind.

"And you purposely turned your Kimunicator off to remain on a date," Dark Jedi replied, Kim tried to answer but couldn't, she had always regretted turning her Kimunicator off, but it was Josh Mankey, the boy of her dreams, and on the day she needed to be a hero more then ever, she allowed her ego, and thirst for popularity to cloud her judgment.

"It was Josh Mankey," Kim finally said.

"That's no excuse for ignoring what was a desperate plea for help," Dark Jedi snapped

"Okay pal," Kim said, crossing her arms, "what were you doing on 9/11?" Dark Jedi froze, he remembered the screams of those trapped in the towers as they collapsed, echoing through the Force, yet he remembered the face of a little girl whom he'd rescued from a group of thugs, he remembered the last thing she said to him, before entering the North Tower.

"I'll name my bear after you Mr. Jedi." He remembered going to Ground Zero the day after the attack, and found the girl's body, still clinging to her stuffed bear, as if hoping her knight would rescue her from the hell that a group of heartless terrorists had unleashed. He knew why he didn't save her, he was too obsessed with his desire for revenge to have even let it cross his mind.

"Let's just say," Dark Jedi said, "I wish I had done something more then chase a villain through the city." Kim didn't understand what he meant, but she could feel a hint of both regret and sadness in the dark warrior's words.

"Let me guess the villain got away, leaving you to bask in shame and humiliation," Kim replied, Dark Jedi clenched his fists.

"Brave words coming from a girl who sleeps with a teddy bear," Dark Jedi snapped, as he seized Kim's Pandaroo, and threw it at her.

"It's not a teddy bear," Kim replied, grabbing the toy in mid air, "it's a Cuddle Buddy, and I never go any where with out it." The debate was soon interrupted by Kim's computer going off.

"What up Wade," Kim said

"Drakken's been spotted at the Bermuda Triangle Hotel," Wade replied, before taking notice of Dark Jedi standing behind her, "um, Kim, what's he doing here?"

"Long story Wade," Kim replied, "anything else."

"Yes," Wade continued, "it appears Drakken has a new henchman, at least I think he's a man."

"Thanks Wade," Kim replied with her typical overconfidence, "over and out." She turned off the Kimunicator.

"So what are you waiting for?" Kim asked, turning to face Dark Jedi.

"What do you mean?" Dark Jedi replied

"You're coming with me aren’t you," Kim continued, "I can see it in your eyes."

"You go ahead, I'll meet you there," Dark Jedi replied

"Suit yourself," Kim continued, while taking her leave.

[dragonfang33]

Kim Possible: Dark Trooper

BY Dragonfang33

Chapter V
Bermuda Triangle Part II: Upgrade

Location: Beach near the Bermuda Triangle Hotel

The Jedi Starfighter landed in the dense undergrowth that covered the far side of the island. Dark Jedi pressed the Droid Release switch, ejecting R4, before exiting the craft himself.

"R4 stay here until I call you," Dark Jedi said, R4 whistled in agreement. The dark warrior proceeded to remove a pair of electro binoculars from his belt, and began surveying the building for a possible entrance.

"Well, well," Dark Jedi said to himself, "this day just keeps getting better."

Dr. Drakken and Shego had just arrived, with Grievous and his Shadow Troopers in tow.

"Table for three please," Drakken said, as the Bell Hop opened the door, but before Drakken would be allowed in, the bell hop snapped a bright red bow tie around his neck.

"Great," Dark Jedi added, "Order of the Shadow." Dark Jedi was about to make his move, when he felt a disturbance in the Force, coming from the water. Silently he made his way down to the water's edge.

Kim and Ron had spent the bulk of the time fighting their way through the hotel's underwater security systems, and had just managed to get to the shore line.

"Next time," Ron said, breathing heavily, "we travel on shore."

"Well," Kim replied, "we would have made it ashore quicker if you didn't get tangled up in that net."

"Well next time let's check to see if MISSLE LAUNCHING ROBOTS are on the list of security measures at swank hotels." Ron snapped. Suddenly he felt a hand on his back.

"Uh KP," Ron said, "SWAMP MONSTER," but before Kim could react, Dark Jedi emerged from the forest.

"Wrong again," Dark Jedi replied, before turning to face Kim, "you're late."

"Okay," Kim added, "last time I saw you. You were in my bedroom, how did you get here so fast?"

"Let's just say my starfighter can go quite fast in the atmosphere," Dark Jedi replied, he turned to face Ron, "sorry about the fright."

"Fright," Ron snapped, "You nearly gave me a heart attack," he glared at Kim, "KP do you know Shego and Mystique make more noise then this guy."

"I could tell," Kim replied, with a hint of jealousy in her voice, as she changed into a bright blue evening dress, and black wig. Ron in the meantime had changed into a weather beaten tuxedo that looked as though it hadn't been worn since the 1970s, which attracted a few stares from both Kim and Dark Jedi.

"What it was my dad's he bought it for his prom," Ron replied, "never been worn."

"I can see why," Dark Jedi said, but before he could finish his statement, Kim and Ron were heading toward the hotel. Using the Force Dark Jedi began probing Kim's mind, and soon came across a plan that seemed to be suicide.

"For the record," Dark Jedi said, "the place is crawling with Shadow Troopers, so entering through an air vent sounds more like suicide." Kim and Ron froze.

"Okay," Kim asked, "how did you know what we were planning to do?"

"I have my ways," Dark Jedi replied.

"Look," Kim said, "They're nothing more then Drakken's stupid Henchmen, I can handle them no problem."

"Wrong again," Dark Jedi replied, "They're Order of the Shadow, and from what I saw of their uniforms they're Shadow Guard." Kim wasn't willing to listen, but she intended to find out if Dark Jedi was telling the truth. She pulled out her Kimmunicator, and immediately contacted Wade.

"Wade," Kim asked, "Do any of the GJ networks turn up any information on a group called the Order of the Shadow."

"Order of the Shadow," Wade replied, "never heard of them."

"I know," Kim replied, Wade began checking every source he could think of, and nothing on the Order of the Shadow was located. Then Wade's face seemed to go white as a sheet.

"Listen up Kim," Wade replied, "the Order's not listed on any GJ site, so I had to hack into S.H.E.L.D's network, and from what I can tell these guys are major bad news."

"Bad news," Kim asked, "exactly how bad?"

"The Order of the Shadow is a Mutant extremist group that makes the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants seem like Sunday School, I mean they even say these guys were responsible for numerous political assassinations over the past 40 years yet there was no evidence to link them, a few conspiracy sites even label them responsible for the creation of the Hulk, and here's the catch, they have more influence with every government from Latvaria to the United States, then Dr. Doom." Wade replied, "I mean Global Justice, S.H.E.L.D, the CIA have all been after these guys and yet when ever they get close to the leader someone pulls the plug."

"And why am I just finding out about this now?" Kim asked

"Well," Wade replied, "With both S.H.E.L.D and GJ on it as well as the Avengers, the guys in Washington thought you wouldn't be needed."

"Obviously they were wrong," Kim replied, "so who’s the big cheese, Drakken, Shego, Professor Dementor?"

"No one knows who's in charge," Wade replied, "they don't even have a name let alone a photograph."

"That's a problem," Kim replied. Dark Jedi grabbed the Kimmunicator from Kim's hand.

"She'll call you back," Dark Jedi snarled.

"Sheesh," Wade replied, "some one needs to learn to control his temper."

"SHUT UP," Dark Jedi snapped, as he switched off the Kimmunicator, Dark Jedi turned to face Kim, but just as he did, Kim and Ron began making their way toward the hotel.

"You know I've got a better way in then climbing to the roof," Dark Jedi said, grabbing their attention.

"How," Kim replied.

"Let's just say I've had two reservations canceled," Dark Jedi answered.

"And how pray tell did you do that?" Kim asked

"Let's just say R4 is just as good as your little what ever," Dark Jedi replied.

"Out of curiosity," Ron asked, cutting in, "whose reservations did you cancel?"

"Nobody special, some guy named Xavier," Dark Jedi replied, "and I forget the other, Lucas I think."

Location: Main Dinning Room, Bermuda Triangle Hotel

The sound of soft Jazz echoed through out the hotel, as the Shadow Guard took up positions around the room. In terms of their appearance, they looked like any other Shadow Trooper, the exception being a fiery red armband inscribed with a fanged skull insignia.

"All clear," one of the troopers said, "send them in." Dr. Drakken, Shego, and General Grievous made their way down the main stair way, of the three of them, only Shego had chosen to dress up for the occasion. Instead of her trademark green and black jumpsuit, Shego chose a sleeveless green and black evening gown.

"So," Drakken asked, "what's this guy's name again?"

"Big Daddy Brotherson," Shego replied. As Shego selected a table near the main stairway, Drakken made his way toward a hidden door way near the stage.

"For your sake," Grievous said, nearly giving Shego a heart attack, "you're information better be right." Shego was about to reply, when Grievous turned away.

"It seems we have company," The cyborg continued, as he motioned for two of the troopers to take up positions in a large hallway leading out of the dinning area. Grievous turned to face Shego with a sinister tint to his blazing yellow eyes.

"Deal with our uninvited guests," Grievous ordered, Shego simply gazed at the monstrous general.

"Excuse me," Shego snarled, "what makes you think you can order me around?" Grievous loomed over her like a lion looming over a fresh kill.

"Because this was your idea," Grievous snarled, "because you're small and insignificant," he grabbed Shego by the collar, "and because I'll pumble you if you don't."

"Why didn't you just say so?" Shego asked, nervously.

Dark Jedi, Kim and Ron made their way toward an empty table near the stage. Upon taking their seats a waiter approached the table.

"May I take your orders?" the waiter asked

"Yeah I'll have, two orders of Nacos and," Ron was about to finish his order, when Dark Jedi cut him off.

"For the record this isn't a Beuno Nacho," Dark Jedi snapped, before turning to face the waiter, "we're not hungry." The waiter couldn't explain why but as soon as he left the table, he felt the strongest urge to leave the dinning room at once.

Dark Jedi suddenly took notice that the Shadow Troopers ringing the dinning room had begun to close in on the table.

"Possible, Stoppable," Dark Jedi said, "get ready to move."
"Why," Kim asked. Her answer came in the space of a few seconds, Dark Jedi's double bladed lightsaber snapped to his hand, one of it's crimson blades emerging just in time to block Shego's glowing fist.

It's been said that a Lightsaber can cut through any material with the exception of another lightsaber blade, and a few special allows, yet Shego's glow seemed to cancel out Dark Jedi's blade. Dark Jedi and Kim were able to get out of the way just as one of the Shadow Troopers brought his lightsaber down onto the table, slicing the table in half. Kim managed to regain her footing; quick enough to spin kick the Shadow Trooper in the face, and then leapt in front of Shego and quickly assumed her traditional fighting stance, yet before Kim could make her first move, Dark Jedi through her to the side.

"You deal with the Shadow Troopers," Dark Jedi snarled, "She’s mine," he then eyed Ron with a look in his eye like that of a ravenous wolf, "you follow Drakken."

"Hay," Ron said, "why do I have to?"

"DO IT," Dark Jedi snarled.

"What ever you say," Ron replied, as he raced toward the hall way Drakken had gone down a few minutes ago. Kim was about to protest Dark Jedi's order, but she could tell just from the tone of his voice that he was serious.

"You haven't changed a bit," Shego said, "still trying to play the hero, when you couldn't even save your own master." Mention of Master Windu was enough to push Dark Jedi off the deep end.

"YOU UNDERESTIMATE MY POWER," Dark Jedi snarled, he raised his hand, "AND NOW SHEGO, YOU'LL FEEL THE FULL POWER OF THE DARK SIDE." Dark Jedi discharged burst of Sith Lightning, at full strength, striking Shego dead center, sending her clear across the room. Dark Jedi stormed toward Shego, and grabbed her by the collar.

"WHAT ARE YOU AND DRAKKEN UP TO THIS TIME POSSIBLE?" Dark Jedi snarled.

"Hay even if I knew what Dr. D was up to," Shego replied, "I wouldn't tell you." Shego fired a burst from her right hands, knocking Dark Jedi off balance. Dark Jedi regained his footing, and resumed his fighting stance. He and Shego knew each other better then a brother and sister; they knew each other more intimately then a husband and wife. At one time they had been inseparable; at one time they even said they loved each other. Yet all that was in the past, now it was Dark Jedi against Shego, winner take all.

The sounds of a lightsaber impacting on Shego's glow echoed in the back ground, as Kim gazed at the Shadow Troopers who had gathered around her. One by one each activated a crimson lightsaber, and one by one they closed in for the kill.

"You've got to be kidding," Kim said to herself, with her typical overconfident tone, "more wako Star Wars Fans." Kim leapt into the air, and spun kick the first Shadow Trooper in the face, and in the process grabbed his lightsaber, as the trooper fell to the floor.

"Okay this is about a twenty on the weirdness scale," Kim said, "but I can do anything, so I think wielding this shouldn't be much of a problem." Kim stood ready as the next Shadow Trooper moved in.

Ron had managed to get past the troopers and had made his way into the long corridor that ran the length of the hotel's first floor.

"Okay Rufus," Ron said, "all we got to do is," his statement was soon cut off by the sound of a lightsaber activating.

"Oh no," Ron said, panicking, "Rufus there's a guy with a sizzle stick behind me isn't there?" Rufus looked behind Ron, indeed a Shadow Trooper stood behind him.

"Yep," Rufus replied

"And I guess the one in front of me is real also?" Ron asked, as the red hue of a second lightsaber stretched across his face.

"Surrender," the second Shadow Trooper said.

"Dude," Ron said, "the first one had me." He threw his hands up, "but any way," he cracked his trade mark goofy smile, "I give up, I give up."

By now Kim had found out why Lightsabers were limited to Jedi only in the Star Wars movies. During the course of the fight Kim was barely able to swing the saber in the right direction, and block her opponents counter attacks. During a lull in the fighting, Kim had managed to get under one of the tables, and was able to get an S.O.S out to Wade.

"Wade tell me you know Lightsaber combat," Kim said, panting.

"Excuse me," Wade replied, confused, "since when do you even care about Star Wars?" A crimson blade slammed into the table, nearly cutting it in half.

"Since I just found out you were right about real lightsabers," Kim replied, frantically. She barely got her own blade switched back on; when she felt it fly out of her hand, and in the space of a few seconds, felt the searing heat of a second sword under her neck.

"Search her," one of the troopers ordered, it didn't take the Shadow Troopers long to find her Kimmunicator, still clenched in her hand.

"Commander," a trooper said, handing over Kim's Kimmunicator, "she only had this." The Shadow Trooper Commander walked up to Kim, his blazing yellow eyes piercing through the visor of his helmet, were enough to send chills up Kim's spine.

"Take her to General Grievous," the Commander ordered.

The fight between Shego and Dark Jedi had gone from a sword-hand duel on the floor to a full brawl on a large chandelier that hung over the dinning room. Dark Jedi's blades slammed into Shego's glowing hands with the force of a rock slide, locking the two warriors into a stalemate.

"You never knew when to quit Wolf," Shego snarled

"Neither did you Possible," Dark Jedi angrily replied, as he Force Pushed Shego to the edge of the chandelier.

"You always were one to be easily surprised," Dark Jedi said, as he held his saber over his head to deliver the final blow.

"You're overconfidence and temper were always' your weaknesses," Shego replied, as she leapt into the air, slamming her fist into Dark Jedi's face. The Dark Side flowed from Dark Jedi like a blast furnace as he charged Shego like an enraged hornet, once again she blocked all his moves, with her glowing hands, but this time Dark Jedi had a surprise. With one swift move, he separated his duel bladed lightsaber into two separate swords, and began attacking Shego with full furry.

"I see you modified that overgrown laser beam," Shego said, laughing, "I'm rather impressed."

"You'll find I'm full of surprises," Dark Jedi replied. Suddenly he heard Kim's scream fill the room, he turned away from Shego just in time to see Kim being captured. This was the moment Shego waited for, by the time Dark Jedi turned to face Shego again, the only thing he felt was her fist slamming into his face.

By the time Dark Jedi regained conciseness, he knew he was a prisoner, along with Kim and Ron. He couldn't see who it was holding onto him, but he could feel Shego's icy breath on the back of his neck.

"You guys okay?" Dark Jedi asked

"If by okay you mean held prisoner," Ron replied, "then we're in good shape." Ron's joke was soon interrupted by the commanding presence of General Grievous.
"Well, well," Grievous said, "if it isn't Dark Jedi. I was expecting a warrior with your caliber to be a little more of a challenge."

"General Grievous," Dark Jedi replied, "you're shorter then the history books say."

"Jedi Scum," Grievous said, his durasteel fist slamming into Dark Jedi's face.

"His lightsaber," one of the Shadow Troopers said, handing Dark Jedi's blade over to the cyborg.

"Ahh yes," Grievous replied, "a double bladed saber, and from what I saw of your fight with Miss Shego here, able to break into two swords. A rare trophy indeed," He turned his attention to Kim.

"Ah the famous Kim Possible," Grievous said, sarcastically, "I was expecting someone with your reputation to be a little older."

"I may be young," Kim replied, angrily, "but I can still take you apart." Grievous couldn't help but laugh.

"Foolish girl," Grievous said.

"General," a second trooper said, "we searched the girl, she was armed only with this." He handed over Kim's Kimmunicator.

"Strange," Grievous said, examining the device in his hand, "that a crime fighter would only carry a small communicator instead of a weapon," Grievous grinned sinisterly under his skull like helmet, "while it's not a lightsaber, it will make a fine addition to my collection." He opened his cloak revealing a series of pouches, each one filled with two lightsabers, all taken from the hands of slain Jedi Knights.

"Wrong Grievous," Dark Jedi said, "and who ever it was that resurrected you won't be able to do so again." He slammed his boot heel down onto Shego's foot, and with the Force pulled his saber from Grievous’ hand. But just as it neared his own hand, something unexpected happened; the saber stopped in mid air, and suddenly flew back into Grievous' hand.

"Fool me once shame on you," Grievous said, "Fool me twice shame on me." Dark Jedi couldn't figure out what had just happened, he had sensed the Force fly from Grievous' hand, yet he was a machine, and machines couldn't use the Force.

"Impossible," Dark Jedi said, "you're a cyborg, you can't use the Force."

"Let's just say my new employer has given me a few," Grievous said, sinisterly, "upgrades."

[dragonfang33]

Kim Possible: Dark Trooper

BY Dragonfang33

Chapter VI
Dark Lords of the Sith

Location: Hidden Conference Room, Bermuda Triangle Hotel

Big Daddy Brotherson was considered one of the most influential of all Crime Lords on the planet. Yet he hadn't always been such, at one time the short pudgy man was Captain Sal Kirth, a decorated hero of the Imperial Army's 35th Infantry Division and chief of security for the Empire's failed Dark Trooper Project. Of all who managed to escape the Arc Hammer's end, he was one of the few who had any knowledge of the Dark Trooper Project. Ever since Kyle Katarn had destroyed the Arc Hammer, Brotherson had gone into hiding, fearing the Emperor or Lord Vader's retribution for his failure to protect such a vast undertaking, and had managed to do quite well for himself within the Unknown Regions.

Big Daddy simply cracked a smile, as Dr. Drakken stumbled his way in.

"Big Daddy," Drakken said, "Dr. Drakken."

"Um, um," Big Daddy replied, "The password."

"The Order of the Shadow sent me," Drakken answered, with an angry tone to his voice.

"Sorry," Big Daddy added, "I didn't know the Order had you on their pay role."

"You can cut the sarcasm," Drakken added, "I was told you had information referring to an operation code named: Dark Trooper."

"Indeed," Big Daddy replied, "for the right price."

Location: Main Dinning Hall, Bermuda Triangle Hotel

General Grievous cracked a sinister smile from beneath his helmet. He pulled Dark Jedi's lightsaber back into his hands, leaving the dark warrior stunned that a cyborg was able to use the Force.

"It seems," Grievous said, "that you're out of your league." Dark Jedi let out a soft laugh, forcing Kim and Ron to look at him like he'd just lost it.

"Excuse me," Ron said, "we're tied up, a bunch of nuts have guns, or cool laser swords to our heads, and he's laughing."

"Like I said before," Dark Jedi added, "who ever it was that resurrected you won't be able to do it again." Grievous had been so caught up in his bragging that he'd forgotten that Dark Jedi's sword could split in half. Dark Jedi once again spun around, and the lower portion of his lightsaber unhooked, and flew into his hand. As fast as he could, Dark Jedi cut himself lose.

"Crush him," Grievous snarled, the two Shadow Troopers holding Kim and Ron attempted to try and subdue the dark warrior, yet just before they could, Dark Jedi managed to leap into the air, and with a swift brought his lightsaber down on one of the groves that existed between the cortosis plates, and managed to decapitate both of them.
Dark Jedi eyed Grievous, and just as he and the General locked sights, Dark Jedi Force Pulled the other half of his lightsaber into his hand, and proceeded to reconnect them. Dark Jedi then turned his attention to Kim and Ron, and as fast as he could cut them free.

Location: Hidden Conference Room, Bermuda Triangle Hotel

"How much do you want?" Drakken asked, nervously.

"500,000" Big Daddy replied, "all in advance."

"What?" Drakken asked, curiously.

"My dear Dr Drakken," Big Daddy added, "The Dark Trooper Project is one thing I'm not at liberty to reveal." Drakken groaned, as he pulled a huge wad of cash from his pocket, originally he'd intended to use this money to refurbish the lair, but this was far more important. Big Daddy cringed as he made sure his asking price was met.

"All seems to be in order," Big Daddy finally said.

"Now give me the information," Drakken snarled.

"My dear Dr. Drakken," Big Daddy replied, "I didn't have clearance to view the blue prints for the Dark Troopers." Drakken's mouth nearly hit the floor.

"Then," Drakken was suddenly at a loss for words, though he knew Shego would answer for this mistake, if he survived Darth Plaguies's fury.

"But I do know of one who did," Big Daddy finally said, Drakken was suddenly all ears.

"Kyle Katarn," Big Daddy said, into Drakken's ear, "or as he's known on Earth, Dr. James Timothy Possible." Drakken's face suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Oh, Old Huey," Drakken said, "who would have guessed, and this time the irony's in my favor."

"Huey?" Big Daddy asked, confused

"Back in college we nicknamed him Hugh," Drakken replied, "big brain and all, you know."

Location: Main Dining Hall, Bermuda Triangle Hotel

The last Shadow Trooper that had held one of the three friends fell to the ground, his helmeted head rolling on the ground.

"Gross," Kim said, "I wonder do you even consider taking prisoners?"

"Fury tells me that all the time," Dark Jedi replied, "but taking prisoners is no fun." Kim felt a cold shiver run up her spine.

"So you get a kick out of killing people?" Kim asked

"Can we discuss this later," Dark Jedi said, "I think we've got a bigger problem." A small group of Shadow Troopers formed up around Shego and General Grievous, their hands on their lightsabers.

"Back off," Grievous snarled, "I'll deal with this Jedi Slime, and his two pathetic side kicks myself."

"Hay I'm not a sidekick," Kim shouted.

"Neither am I,” Ron added, “no wait, yes I am.” The Shadow Troopers suddenly backed off as General Grievous steeped forward, his blue cape suddenly fell to the floor, and slowly he raised his long arms, a lightsaber gripped in each hand, and in the space of a few seconds a blue and green blade hummed to life.

"Okay," Ron said, with a hint of fear to his voice, "didn't see that coming." Ron barely had a chance to finish his statement, before he felt a strange energy lift him from the floor, and then hurl him into the stage, with a sinister look to his eye; Grievous turned his attention to Dark Jedi and Kim.

"Now here's someone who can get things done," Shego said to herself, with her trademark smile across her face. Dark Jedi managed to block most of Grievous's attacks, but the cyborg proved to be far more nimble then Dark Jedi had expected, Grievous spun his body in a complete circle, and grabbed Dark Jedi by the face, and with all his might, hurled the dark warrior across the room, where he slammed into a collection of tables. Grievous then turned his attention to Kim. His yellow eyes were alight with fury as he slammed his lightsabers down onto the table Kim had backed up against. Kim though managed to get clear just as the first blade struck.

Kim leapt over the General, and landed in front of a rather astonished waiter.

"Excuse me," Kim said, as she grabbed the plates that sat on the cart, and tossed them at the advancing cyborg. But the plates were hardly a challenge, as Grievous sliced first one, then another. The General lunged at Kim with absolute fury. Kim smiled with absolute confidence that Grievous had made a fatal mistake, since she held the high ground. Kim prepared to leap into the air, in one of her trade mark kicks, but before she could, she felt the searing heat of one of Grievous's lightsabers entering her abdomen. She looked up and found herself eye to eye with the monstrous warrior.

"How did you," Kim couldn't finish her statement before Grievous's second saber plunged into her side.

"The Force has many advantages," Grievous said, pulling his swords out of Kim, "you lose Kim Possible."

"Grievous, Shego," Drakken said, emerging from his meeting with Big Daddy, "we've got what we came for, let's beat it." An explosion shot through the roof, as an Order of the Shadow Gunship appeared overhead, dropping a rope into the confusion that rain below.

Drakken, Grievous and Shego were gone as quickly as they had arrived. Dark Jedi and Ron regained consciousness just as the Gunship faded into the blackness of the night.

"Man what happened?" Ron asked, dazed. Dark Jedi was about to answer, when he spotted Kim lying on the floor in a pool of blood.

"Oh no," Dark Jedi said, as he raced to Kim's side. For the time he'd been with her he couldn't shake the fact that she looked so much like the Shego he remembered from so long ago, green eyes full of life, and a orange main that seemed to reflect the very sun.

"KP," Ron shouted, taking notice of Dark Jedi leaning over Kim's body, as fast as he could, Ron raced up the stairs, and soon joined Dark Jedi at Kim's side.

"What happened?" Ron asked, shaking Dark Jedi like made.

"She's been stabbed by two lightsabers," Dark Jedi replied; "now if you'll let me go, I may be able to help her." Ron didn't know if he could trust Dark Jedi, but his instincts told him to trust the man. Dark Jedi held his hand out over the wounds in Kim's body, and in the space of a few seconds he hand began to glow bright blue, as he willed the Force to enter Kim's body and repair the damage that Grievous had done. Ron couldn't believe what he was seeing, he'd heard of Mutants having the power to heal themselves but not others. In the space of a few seconds the Force had healed Kim's wounds. Ron was trying to ask what they were going to do next, but Dark Jedi wasn't listening, out of the corner of his eye he spotted a fallen Shadow Trooper's lightsaber, on the back was inscribed a strange insignia, a large H.

"Hay what about KP?" Ron shouted, finally getting Dark Jedi's attention.

"Right," Dark Jedi replied, as he raced back to Kim's side, she was still unconscious as he picked her up. It was strange, the last time he'd held a girl in his arms was when he and Rachel had attended the GO City Fair, he could feel his heart pounding as his gloved hand stroked her fiery orange hair, it was as if something had been awaken that he'd long forgotten.

"Dude," Ron said, "we got to go." Dark Jedi didn't say a word, but nodded in agreement, the two men fled as quickly as they could.

Location: Drakken's Lair, a few hours later

Drakken was as Getty as a school girl, when the gunship landed back at his headquarters.

"Some one sure seems happy?" Shego said to herself.

"I originally was going to be very angry at you Shego," Drakken said, smiling, "but thanks to your mix-up things worked out better then I thought."

"But you said he didn't know anything about the Dark Trooper Project," Shego replied.

"I know," Drakken said, still smiling, "but he told who did." Grievous though wasn't very amused; he eyed Drakken with pure anger in his yellow eyes. But just as Grievous was about to strangle Drakken, a loud shriek echoed through the lair.

"DREWWWWWWBEEE," an short elderly woman dressed in a bright blue flower covered dress suddenly entered the lair, for Drakken the timing couldn't have been worse.

"Mommy," Drakken said, nervously, "you're here early."

"When I heard your Producer Mr. Plaguies was coming," Mama Lipsky said, pinching her son's cheeks, "I couldn't get here fast enough, I even brought some slides to show your boss." It didn't take long for her to spy Grievous, Drakken though couldn't have been more frightened, he'd heard that Grievous had beaten Kim Possible like it was nothing, and he didn't want to imagine what he'd do to him if his mother pushed him too far, worse Lord Plaguies would show him no mercy for this travesty.

"And who's this nice man," Mama Lipsky inquired, "isn't he a bit over dressed; I mean it isn't Halloween till October?"

"Mommy," Drakken said, "Mr. G is our sound effects man, he's really a no body." Through the Force Grievous burned like a blast furnace, not only had this little old lady insulted him, now Drakken was refusing him proper military respect. Drakken though could tell from the look in Grievous's eyes that he was furious.

"His mother thinks Dr. D's a radio DJ," Shego said, placing her hand on the cyborg's shoulder, "you get use to it around here." Suddenly a Shadow Trooper raced in through the hanger bay.

"Excuse me General," the trooper said, "Lord Plaguies's ship has just arrived." The trooper's words sent chills down Drakken's spine.

"Oh come on son," Mama Lipsky said, "let's go meet your boss."

"Right," Drakken said, nervously, "my boss." Drakken breathed deeply, knowing full well this could be his last breath, and made his way toward the Hanger Bay.

Location: Hanger Bay, Drakken's Lair

While Drakken and Shego had been out, the lair had filled up with Order of the Shadow troopers and Shadow Guardsman. The hanger had filled to the breaking point with Order of the Shadow warriors, and of course Drakken's own bumbling henchmen. Grievous, Shego and Drakken entered the Hanger bay, just as a large black triangular star ship was landing. Grievous instantly dropped to one knee with Drakken and Shego following suit.

But as the Assault Ship landed just out side the hanger bay doors, Drakken could see a line of new troops. Unlike the rest of the Order the Shadow Armor they wore was crimson, and at their sides they each carried a double bladed lightsaber. These were the Imperial Guard, Darth Plagiues's bodyguards, yet it was the figure that emerged from the ship next that sent chills down not only Drakken's but Shego's spine as well.

Darth Plaguies was a medium sized man with a jet black cape flowing behind him, revealing his jet black chest plate. The ground around which his heavy black boots landed seemed to rust, or wither and die. Yet unlike the hologram Drakken had seen a few days before, Plaguies's face was obscured by an ancient Mandalorian battle helmet, on top of which rested his black hood. At his side, Drakken and Shego could make out two double bladed lightsabers.

"Lord Plaguies," Drakken said, "you honor us with your presence."

"You can dispense with the pleasantries Doctor," Plaguies snarled, "I'm here to put you back on schedule."

"I'm right on schedule my Lord," Drakken replied

"SILENCE," Plaguies snarled, "then why is it," It was then that Drakken's mother made the worst mistake of her life. Mama Lipskey raced up to the Dark Lord and instantly started shaking his hand.

"Thank you sir," Mama Lipsky said, "for allowing my son to perform on your station." Plaguies though didn't share her optimism, and though Drakken couldn't see his face, it was clear Plaguies was enraged. Mama Lipsky was about to speak again, when she suddenly felt her throat begin to cave in. The first hint that something was wrong, was when Mama Lipsky began gasping for air, at first those gathered wondered what was causing her such discomfort, but then she levitated a few inches off the ground, it was at that moment that Drakken noticed Plaguies's hand, it had begun to glow bright red. The Dark Lord didn't say a word, as he plunged his glowing hand into Mama Lipsky, and with all his might ripped her very soul from her body.

"HOLY NAZARATH," Drakken shouted, as he watched his mother's lifeless body fall to the ground, "mama." He approached his mother's corpse, but as he did he watched his mother's soul vanish within the black crystal embedded in Plaguies's hand.

"Mommy," Drakken said, as he poked his mother's corpse, a tear welling up in his eye.

"That's the price you pay for defiance," Plaguies snarled, as he held a black lightsaber blade under Drakken's throat.

Shego had watched the spectacle from behind Drakken, and even to her Plaguies's actions had crossed the line. Shego ignited her glow and attempted to attack the Dark Lord, but was frozen in mid air, by a Force Grip.

"It seems," Plaguies said, turning his attention to Shego, "you need to learn your place," he brought his lightsaber around and prepared to strike Shego down.

"ENOUGH APPRENTICE," a voice said, echoing through out the hanger, "I'LL DEAL WITH THESE TWO PERSONALLY."

"But Master you're not yet strong enough," Plaguies protested, looking as though he was talking to himself.

"YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID," the voice replied, sounding even angrier then before.

"As you wish Master," Plaguies said, by now a stream of raw energy had begun to flow from Plaguies's body, and ever so slowly began taking a shape. By the time it was done, Drakken and Shego were frozen, it was another Sith Lord, but where as Plaguies had slight traces that he was human, this new Sith seemed to be made of pure energy. His pitch black form was clearly human in shape, but his face was nothing but a swirling vortex of raw energy, on top of which was a black hood. The strange figure motioned for Plaguies to drop Shego, before turning to Drakken.

Drakken was frozen in fear as the dark figure approached, and slowly he felt himself lift off the ground, and felt as though his body would be torn apart.

"Who, what are you?" Drakken asked, frightened

"I'm your GOD," the figure replied, "Weakling Mortals like you haven’t spoken my real name since the dawn of your recorded history, but if you must call me something, call me Darth Blood."

"A GOD," Drakken said, with total fear to his voice, "Impossible." Blood merely constricted the Force around his body even tighter.

"Master," Plaguies inquired, "what should I do with the green one."

"She may prove useful," Blood replied, "for now we'll spare her," Plaguies lowered his lightsaber, and silently told Shego to return to her post, as the Dark God turned back to Drakken, "but as for you Mortal, I've just about had enough of your ego driven failures, care to explain why you haven't lived up to your half of our bargain?"

"I've been working on it," Drakken replied, "but Kim Possible," Blood hurled Drakken across the room; though he didn't have a face it was clear he was furious.

"I didn't come here for excuses," Blood snarled, Plaguies suddenly interrupted.

"With all do respect Master," Plaguies said, "I can handle Kim Possible."

"But no one can defeat her," Drakken said, in his terrified state, he'd clearly forgotten that Grievous had defeated Kim easily, "it's impossible."

"Not for a Sith," Plaguies snarled, as he waved someone over. A figure emerged from the shadows, and it was then that Drakken and Shego both nearly had a heart attack, it was a third Sith Lord, but where as Blood and Plaguies were vague and shadowy presences, this new Sith was truly terrifying to look upon. His face was a mass of jagged red and black lines etched right into his skin, his piercing yellow were enough to break the will of even the strongest Shadow Trooper, and a crown of sharp horns jutted from his head.

"This is our apprentice," Plaguies said, "Darth Maul, he'll be in charge until I return, and I suggest you obey him."

"We expect you to deliver the Dark Troopers in the next three days," Blood added, "or it will be your neck Mortal."

"But you told me I had till next week," Drakken protested

"I'm altering the deal Mortal," Blood snarled, "pray I don't alter any further, you're very lucky I don't kill you on sight, but if you fail again I won't be merciful." Blood suddenly faded back into energy and rejoined Plaguies.

"Lord Maul," Plaguies ordered, "General Grievous, accompany me to the War Room, we have much to do." The Dark Lord and his lieutenants made their way out of the hanger, leaving a shocked Dr. Drakken reeling on the floor.

"This is getting out of hand Dr. D," Shego said, "now there are three of them." Drakken's reply though fell on deaf ears, though Shego wasn't about to admit it, she felt Plaguies and Blood were far more effective then Drakken in terms of leadership.

[dragonfang33]

Kim Possible: Dark Trooper

BY Dragonfang33

Chapter VII
Assassin

Location: Outside of Bermuda Triangle Hotel, that night

"Repeat," Dark Jedi shouted into his intercom, "Mission aborted, need extract now." Ron could care less what Dark Jedi was saying into his intercom, all he could think about was seeing his best friend hanging on by a thread.

"Will you hurry up," Ron shouted, "how do you know she'll last long enough for help to get here?" Kim was lying on the ground, the wounds in her abdomen covered by cloth that Dark Jedi had ripped from his cape, though his Force Healing had stabilized her, Kim was still in bad shape.

"I'm doing what I can," Dark Jedi replied, "Fury never answers when I need him to." The quiet of the night was soon broken by the sound of a Vehicle approaching the hotel.

The AR-45 Skytrack was one of the numerous vehicles developed by Stark Enterprises and research from AREA 51. Based on old CIS Heavy Missile Platforms that had been shot down over Earth in the early days of what had would come to be known as the Galactic Civil War, the AR-45 looked identical to it's Clone Wars predecessor, it had a large saucer shaped compartment at the back on top of which was inscribed a large blue Eagle with the a US flag drawn through the center, with a smaller cockpit in front, both of which bristled with weapons. The major differences between the AR-45 and the HMS was the AR-45 was far higher, and was designed as a troop carrier capable of carrying up to 20 troops, and one S.H.I.E.L.D Mobile Armored Tank . But the major difference was that the AR-45 was piloted by Humans and not a Droid brain.

"Late as usual," Dark Jedi snarled, as the aircraft touched down. The AR-45 landed just in front of the three friends, a loading ramp dropped from the rear of the vessel, three men, each clad in a blue uniform with a white strip across the chest, and a 9mm berretta pistol in a holster that was slung under their arms their main weapon though was an M16A2 Assault rifle, that had been modified based on captured CIS E5 Blaster Rifles to fire energy cartridges, emerged from the ship. Ron at first thought they were GJ forces, but it was clear he was wrong, they were S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Situation," one of the troopers asked

"Mission aborted," Dark Jedi replied, "we've got one wounded." The Troopers didn't say a word, as one of the troopers helped Kim up from the ground, motioning for both Ron and Dark Jedi to get aboard.

"R4," Dark Jedi said, into his intercom, "get the fighter back to Middleton." As Ron and Dark Jedi made their way up the ramp, they were greeted by a gruff looking S.H.I.E.L.D Agent.

He was about average height, standing 6'1" his brown hair was starting to show signs of graying, and over his left eye he wore an eye patch similar to the one Dr. Director wore, this was Nick Fury, Director of the Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage and Logistics Directorate.

"What brings you out here Fury," Dark Jedi asked, sarcastically.

"Trying to figure out what went wrong with your mission," Fury replied, before eyeing Ron and the wounded Kim, "getting help, that doesn't seem like you?" Dark Jedi noticed the slight grin to Fury's face, and it didn't help improve his mode, as the aircraft lifted off.

"By the way," Fury added, as Dark Jedi passed, "Stargate Command just sent us Senior Senior Senior's arm that you hacked off, as well as Junior, after they pried him out of the air duct."

"Your point," Dark Jedi replied, angrily

"The Point is," Fury replied, "when S.H.I.E.L.D says to bring someone in alive, we don't mean as a corpse or missing body parts." Dark Jedi had heard this argument before.

"If you'll just pay me," Dark Jedi snarled, "I'll be out of your way."

"Pay," Ron asked, confused, "You mean you're a mercenary?"

"Gee you think," Dark Jedi replied, he turned his attention to Kim, Ron held the teen hero in his arms, slowly Dark Jedi stroked her orange hair, she really did look like Rachel, for the first time since GO City, Dark Jedi cracked a smile beneath his mask. But it wasn't long till Fury cut in.

"I'll have a medic tend to your friend," Fury said, motioning for a Medic to tend to Kim's wounds, “but tell me what happened in there?"

"We were ambushed," Dark Jedi replied, "Order of the Shadow." Mention of the Order was all that was needed to arouse Fury's interest. Ever since the Korean War, S.H.I.E.L.D had been keeping tabs on the Order, but so far they had yet to discover who the leader was. The only information was a small sketch of a man with a black hood and face plate like mast from 1962, and the Order's massive influence with World Governments made bringing any member to trial nearly impossible.

"What did you see?" Fury asked

"Grievous," Dark Jedi replied.

"Yeah," Ron said, breaking in, "that guy's got major mood issues, you know. I mean with the whole Mutant Powers thing and the laser swords." Fury and Dark Jedi shot Ron a cold gaze, which was all that was needed to keep him quiet. The mention of Grievous was indeed of interest to Fury, of all the Order's Trinity Council, Grievous was the only one S.H.I.E.L.D any solid description of, or information on.

"Any thing else?" Fury asked, Dark Jedi tossed him the lightsaber they'd recovered.

"Hench CO?" Fury asked, eyeing the insignia.

"I know," Dark Jedi added, "Jack Hench is a small time Arms dealer, he deals with low level villains, and occasionally with Magneto or Doctor Doom." Fury though was quick to change the subject.

"So how much to get you to check out Hench?" Fury asked. Dark Jedi eyed the elderly spy, his eyes were alight with rage.

"You want me to go after HYDRA," Dark Jedi replied, angrily, "I'll go after HYDRA."

"I'm not asking you to go after HYDRA," Fury added, but he didn't get a chance to finish his statement.

"You want me to go after Magneto," Dark Jedi continued, "I'll go after Magneto, Al-Qaeda, Mutants, Goa'uld, Dr. Doom, Professor Dementor, Drakken. For the right price I'll find and kill who ever you ask," the look to his face became even meaner, "but you've forgotten one thing in mind, I'll happily do anything remotely involving Shego for free." Fury once again had a look of interest to his face.

"Shego was there?" Fury asked

"She was there," Dark Jedi replied, "the jury's still out on whether she's with the Shadows or not." The intercom suddenly echoed that they were nearing Middleton.

"As I said before, I'd happily do this one for free," Dark Jedi replied, and made his way back to the boarding ramp. Ron and Fury exchanged glances with each other.

"You know what bothers me the most about that guy," Fury said, getting Ron's attention.

"What," Ron replied, "his bad temper, or his like total disregard for being nice?"

"No," Fury replied, "his eyes are filled with the rawest hatred I've ever seen. His hatred for Shego and his thirst for blood and revenge are all reflected in them. I don't know what Shego did to him, but what ever it was, I pity her." The look to Ron's face suddenly changed to one of confusion.

"You mean you feel sorry for Shego?" Ron asked

"I pity her because when Dark Jedi finally gets his hands on her," Fury replied, "the only pity she'll receive is the end of his sword."

Location: Drakken's lair, briefing room, that evening

Darth Plaguies sat at the far end of the long table, flanked by both General Grievous and Darth Maul. Though his face was obscured, his cold featureless gaze was enough to chill even She go’s blood.

"For your sake Drakken," Plaguies finally said, his cold voice sending chills down Drakken's spine, "you better have a good reason why my Dark Troopers aren’t ready."

"You see Lord Plaguies," a look of fear crept over the Drakken's face, at the thought of Darth Blood listening in, "and Lord Blood I uh have just been unable to come by the blueprints." Plaguies slammed his gloved covered fist onto the table.

"I GAVE YOU THE BLUEPRINTS," Plaguies snarled, Drakken was suddenly at a loss for words, he knew full well what had happened to the plans Plaguies had given him.

"You see uh," Shego suddenly interrupted Drakken's mindless babbling.

"He threw them out after he used them to doodle a house and puppy dog on the back of them," Shego said. Plaguies turned his attention back to Drakken.

"THAT DOESN'T EXPLANE WHY THE DARK TROOPERS AREN'T READY," Plaguies snarled.

"You see uh," Drakken said, attempting to form words, "it's just that Kim Possible." Plaguies cut him off right there, he didn't want to hear anymore.

"SILENCE," Plaguies snarled, "Drakken, I've given you access to technology most people on this planet can't even conceive of, and you have yet to fore fill your half of the bargain," Drakken began to feel his throat tighten as though invisible talons were digging into his neck.

"I know who has the plans we need," Drakken was barely able to get the words out, before he felt the talons let go.

"I'm giving you one last chance," Plaguies snarled, "fail me again and you'll meet the same fate as your mother," motioned for Darth Maul and General Grievous, "Lord Maul, General you will accompany Drakken to where the blueprints are located."

"Yes my master," Maul replied, his cold emotionless voice breaking through Drakken's
last defenses.

"As you command Lord Plaguies," Grievous added. Shego though didn't want to be left out of the excitement.

"Now go," Plaguies said, motioning for the trio to leave.

"Excuse me," Shego said, once Drakken was out of the room, "what am I suppose to do?"

"I have a special job for you,' Plaguies snarled, "I want you to accompany a freelance assassin I've hired," he snapped his fingers. A man clad in weather beaten green armor, with a green cape slung over his shoulder entered. The man's face was completely obscured by a bright green helmet, with a T shaped visor in the center, it was similar in every aspect to Plaguies's face plate, though a portion of it looked as though it had been eaten away by something.

"You've arrived Boba Fett," Plaguies said.

"This better be important," Fett replied, "I have another client waiting, and the Crown Prince of the Galactic Empire doesn't like to be kept waiting." Though Plaguies's face was obscured, it was clear to Shego that he wasn't listening.

"I called you here because they say you're the best at what you do," Plaguies said, changing the subject, "I want you to eliminate a local weapons manufacturer," he slid a picture of a man dressed in a jet black suit, across the table.

"Why do you want him dead?" Fett asked.

"Let's just say he knows too much," Plaguies replied, "your reward for successfully completing this mission 25,000 in any currency you want." Fett looked at the Dark Lord.

"I want 35,000 for this," Fett finally said, breaking the silence. Plaguies was not at all amused.

"25,000, no more no less," Plaguies replied, "and you'd be wise to take it." Fett suddenly felt his throat beginning to cave in, he reached for his weapon, and managed to get off one blaster bolt, but just before it struck, a shadowy hand suddenly emerged from behind the Dark Lord, and grabbed the red beam.

"You should know better then to question the orders," Darth Blood said, as he materialized, "of one who is far superior then you Mortal." Usually Boba Fett was not one to back down, but Darth Blood's very presence was enough to terrify even him.

"Very well," Fett said, "25,000."

"Excellent," Plaguies replied, "Shego here knows the layout of your target's factory very well, she'll be your guide." Shego gazed at the shadowy figure before her.

"What about Kimmie," Shego asked, "if she survived?"

"I'll deal with Miss Possible," Plaguies replied, "Personally, now go." Shego didn't even bother to reply, she raced out of the room as fast as her feet could carry her, leaving Plaguies and Blood alone in the room.

"They'll be more then a match for both Possible and Dark Jedi," Plaguies said

"The lives of those mortals mean nothing to me," Blood replied, angrily, "tell me how do you intend to deal with Possible should she survive?"

"By playing on her weakness my Master," Plaguies said.

"Indeed," Blood replied, angrily, "but for now we don't deviate from the plan. Is every thing in order?"

"Yes Master," Plaguies replied, "our fleet is gathering all across the planet, and so far, that pain in the neck Sailor V. hasn't become involved. Once the Dark Troopers are ready, we'll be begin the withdraw." The one thing Blood and Plaguies both hated more then anything, was the idea of withdrawing from a planet that they had control over.

"How is it," Blood asked, "that after all this time the Negaverse is regaining its former power?"

"It's been 33,000 years Master," Plaguies replied, "Don't forget Master, you were the one who helped Darth Chaos corrupt those two Royal Guardsmen and open the portal between the Galaxy and the Negaverse." Blood wasn't willing to answer, he knew Beryl and her Negaverse were a major threat to his ultimate plan, a threat that needed to be removed once and for all. But that was a matter better left for another time.

"How do we stand on the Mortal Governments?" Blood asked

"Don't worry," Plaguies answered, "I have them so bogged down in debate that they shouldn't be a problem, S.H.I.E.L.D is another matter."

"We'll deal with S.H.I.E.L.D in due time," Blood replied, his next statement was something he could barely say, "tell me, do you know how to resurrect the dead?"

Location: 1138 Hill Top Drive, Middleton Colorado, the next day

Kim slowly awoke, expecting to find Shego or Grievous standing over her, waiting to strike the final blow, only to her surprise she was back in her room. When Kim tried to move, she felt a sharp pain in her side, looking down at her abdomen, she saw it was covered in bandages.

"Easy Kimmie," Megan Possible said, Kim noticed Dark Jedi staring out the window, she also noticed her mother seemed to have toned down her racist attitude toward the dark warrior.

"What happened?" Kim asked, confused.

"You were stabbed by two swords," Megan replied, "and I believe you owe our guest your life, his mutant powers kept you alive long enough for him to get you home." Dark Jedi's head turned slightly, his piercing yellow eyes met Kim's kindly green eyes for a moment. From what she'd seen of him so far, saving someone's life, let alone hers was unexpected.

"Where's Ron?" Kim asked, concerned about her friend.

"He's down stairs waiting for Wade to call," Megan replied, "it's weird, our guest here stayed at your side the entire night." Kim couldn't believe what she was hearing, Dark Jedi hadn't shown her a bit of compassion. Megan suddenly looked at Dark Jedi.

"I guess I owe you an apology," Megan said.

"Save it," Dark Jedi snarled, "what's done is done, I just hope this teaches you a lesson that not all Mutants are evil. But in your case, one act of kindness can change an evil heart." Megan didn't reply, though in many ways Dark Jedi saving her daughter's life had left her with a changed heart.

Once he was sure Megan had left the room, Kim finally asked Dark Jedi the question that had been on her mind from the first moment they met.

"Who are you," Kim asked, "really?" Dark Jedi didn't answer.

"My real name," Dark Jedi replied, "I only speak it in private, and believe me I've got my reasons,"

"I mean," Kim hesitated, "I would feel better if I knew your real name."

"My real name is my own," Dark Jedi replied, angrily.

"Okay," Kim replied, "then how do you know Shego?"

"As I said before," Dark Jedi replied, "my business is my own."

"Okay," Kim finally said, "then what happened in L.A.?"

"I saved a Mutant from a Sentinel, but no one ever showed what happened after I saved him," Dark Jedi replied, "understand this Sentinels may walk like men, but their cold heartless monstrosities, but they are at least controlled by someone." Kim asked where this was leading.

"My mission in LA that day was simple," Dark Jedi replied, "locate and recover a Mutant whose powers had just manifested. The Mutant was a six year old kid, well the news stated I took out the Sentinel that was chasing him, but after words I had taken him to an alley way for retrieval, it was there that we were attacked by some kind of monster. It wasn't a Mutant, or an Alien, it was something else. Instantly the creature fired a beam at the kid, and ripped crystal right from his body. I can't explain it, but the kid's powers went haywire, and he changed into some kind of creature, I was able to defeat both rather easily. But when I tried to put the crystal back in two women in Sailor uniforms appeared and demanded I give them the crystal. When I refused one of them attacked me, gazing into her eyes all I saw was a cold heart. In the end they took the crystal, but it turned out not to be what they were looking for. But by the time it was returned the boy was dead. I asked them what could be so important as to take the life of a little kid, the only thing they said was the perfect future of Neo Queen Serenity." Dark Jedi froze for a moment, as he thought back to that night, holding that little boy in his arms, wondering what kind of future was worth sacrificing a little boy for. The rage that flowed through his mind as he watched those two Sailor Scouts leave, as long as he lived Dark Jedi would never forget their faces, nor forget the name of the one who had attacked him, Sailor Uranus.

"Mutant or not that was someone's child," Dark Jedi replied, trying to hold back the tears that had formed in his eyes, "they had no right what so ever to leave him to die. The same way the Government had no right to attack him." Though Kim's mother had always taught her that Mutants were evil, it was the emotion that she saw in Dark Jedi's eyes that showed her that maybe he was right.

"What did they mean by the perfect future?" Kim asked

"I don't know," Dark Jedi replied, "all I know is this. Any future that sacrifices the innocent of the present to guarantee its existence is a future not worth fighting for." Even though she didn't know what Dark Jedi meant, Kim suddenly felt a strong attraction to this mysterious warrior, he'd saved her life, and unlike Brick Flagg or Josh Mankey hadn't left her because of her missions. It was strange, for some reason when ever she was near him it felt right.

"If you're up to it," Dark Jedi said, changing the subject, "I would like you and Ron to accompany me to Hench CO." Kim didn't know what to say, the wounds she'd suffered at General Grevious's hands had yet to fully heal, but her pride wouldn't allow her to sit this one out.

"And you think Jack Hench is the guy in charge of the Order of the Shadow?" Kim asked

"No," Dark Jedi replied, "but since the lightsaber we recovered was stamped with his company logo, he might know who is."

Location: Hench CO Headquarters, Middleton Colorado.

The trio made their way into the large lobby of the building. At the main desk sat a young man with shoulder length blonde hair and dressed in black jeans and a purple t-shirt.

"Oh that will be fabulous," the man said, but his call was soon interrupted by a gloved fist slamming onto the table.

"Can I help you," The man nearly passed out, "Dark Jedi what do you want this time?"

"I'm here to see Mr. Hench," Dark Jedi replied, the man knew better then to question this guest, and the addition of Kim Possible was all the more reason to admit him quickly.

Jack Hench was a short man, who lived a life of luxury, brought about because of his status as one of the finest weapons smugglers on the planet. He was short, and dressed in a black suit made from the finest materials on the planet, with polished brown hair.

"Ah Kim Possible," Hench said, as the trio entered, "I never had a chance to thank you for the recovery of my Molecular Enhancers."

"No Big," Kim replied, in her typical self absorbed attitude, "it was only about 20 or so genetically enhanced muscle men."

"I know," Hench said, eyeing Ron, "and it could have been accomplished quicker if someone."

"Hay I thought those muscles made me manly," Ron replied.

"Enough," Dark Jedi snapped, "that's not why we're hear Hench." Hench couldn't help but laugh.

"Ah Dark Jedi," Hench replied, "I see your still playing the attack dog for old Fury," he cracked a smile, "when are those S.H.I.E.L.D fools going to understand they can't pin anything on me."

"Not the point," Dark Jedi replied, "I want information about the Order of the Shadow."

"Never heard of them," Hench replied, sitting behind his desk. Dark Jedi didn't need the Force to tell him Hench was lying.

"Then I believe you'd like to explain why a Shadow Trooper was carrying a weapon with your company logo on it?" Dark Jedi snapped

"What kind of weapon," Hench asked, that was the last straw.

"I'M TALKING ABOUT A LIGHTSABER SMART GUY," Dark Jedi snarled, "and while we're at it, would you prefer to be called. Staff Sergeant John R. Hench, 32nd Military Police Unit assigned to Groom Lake Research Faciltility, Codenamed: AREA 51. Assigned to Projects Starshot and Gamma Bomb. Expelled from military service for smuggling weapons out of the facility." The look on Hench's face suddenly changed, in fact even Kim and Ron seemed shock, not even G.J had that kind of data on Hench.

"Fine," Hench replied, angrily, "you want the truth, a few years ago a guy, came to my office with a proposition. He was the scariest person I'd ever seen, his face was a jagged mess of red and black, and he had a crown of hooked horns on his head. Anyway he offered me a deal, if I supplied the Order with weapons, they would make sure I was never busted." Dark Jedi was dumbfounded, he knew the description from Mace Windu's holocron.

"Impossible," Dark Jedi replied, "Darth Maul was killed on Naboo just before the Clone Wars."

"Dude," Ron piped in, "enough with the Star Wars stuff, I mean Phantom Menace wasn't even that good." Ron suddenly felt his neck begin to cave in, and he began to gag for breath.

"Are you quite done," Dark Jedi snarled.

"Opinion withdrawn," Ron replied, Dark Jedi turned him loose, before turning his attention to Hench.

"What else did he say?" Kim asked.

"He said that if I ever," Hench replied, though by now sweat was pouring from his brow,

"Lord--" he was interrupted by the sound of the window shattering, suddenly Hench
slumped in his chair, a pool of blood forming on his desk, his head shattered by a blaster bolt.

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Kim Possible: Dark Trooper

BY Dragonfang33

Chapter VIII
Enter Eric Storm

Location: Jack Hench's Office, Hench Co

Dark Jedi approached the body of Jack Hench. Slowly he lifted the body, and got a look at the wound in his head.

"Blaster Bolt," Dark Jedi said, he had no sooner finished his statement when he heard the unmistakable sound of a blaster rifle firing, a second bright red bolt streaked past him, before slamming into the floor.

"Take Cover," Dark Jedi shouted, as more shots filled the air, and more red plasma streaked into the room. Dark Jedi, Kim, and Ron managed to turn over a near by table, and get behind it just as a Blaster Bolt nicked Ron's shoulder.

"You okay?" Dark Jedi asked.

"It's just a scratch," Ron replied. Dark Jedi ripped off part of his cloak, and tied it around the gash in Ron's shoulder. Suddenly Dark Jedi caught a brief image out of the corner of his eye, it was of a man clad in battered green armor, though he was far off, Dark Jedi recognized the armor the man wore. It was Mandalorian, the same kind of armor his father had always worn.

"Kim," Dark Jedi said, getting Kim's attention, "stay with Ron."

"Now wait a second," Kim said, Kim barely finished her statement, when Dark Jedi cut her off.

"DO IT," Dark Jedi snarled, as he began making his way toward the shattered window. He just reached the window ledge, when the figure leapt off the roof; the sound of a jet pack suddenly filled the sky, as the mysterious warrior landed in the alley. Dark Jedi leapt from the window ledge, and immediately drew his double bladed lightsaber, with both blades engaged Dark Jedi spun around as fast as he could, using the Force to create a small tornado that cushioned his fall. Once on the ground, Dark Jedi finally got a good look at the assassin.

"Never thought Jedi existed this far out," Boba Fett said, cracking a sinister smile underneath his helmet, "I'll have to remember to add your death to my bill."

"You'll find I'm full of surprises Fett," Dark Jedi snarled

"Seems my reputation precedes me," Boba Fett replied, he fired a burst from his blaster, only to have it deflected by Dark Jedi's lightsaber. Dark Jedi eyed the Mandalorian with the coldest of gazes, and before Fett could retaliate, he Force Pulled his blaster from his hand.

"You're losing your touch Fett," Dark Jedi replied, "they say your father could have seen that coming before a Jedi could even think of it." Mention of his father served to awaken the memories of Geonosus in Boba Fett's mind, the memory of Mace Windu, his lightsaber cutting into Jango Fett's neck; he remembered entering the arena after the battle had moved on, he remembered cradling his father's helmet, his rage building to the breaking point. Though Dark Jedi couldn't see the bounty hunter's face, he could sense him smiling beneath his helmet. Almost at once Dark Jedi sensed someone sneaking up behind, but just before he could react, he felt Shego's claws tearing into his back. Dark Jedi fell to the ground, his hand held over the gash that had been cut into his shoulder.

"Seems you're the one who’s losing his touch Wolf," Shego said, as she held one of her claws under Dark Jedi's chin, "you have no idea how long I've waited to watch you die." Shego stepped aside to allow Boba Fett the chance to deliver the final blow. The next thing Dark Jedi felt was Boba Fett's blaster pressing against his hood.

"One less Jedi," Fett said, but before he could pull the trigger, he felt Kim's foot slam into his helmet, sending him clear across the alley, where he slammed into a wall.

"You want him you've got to go through me," Kim replied, as she assumed a fighting stance. Dark Jedi managed to get to his feet.

"This is one time I'm glad you didn't listen," Dark Jedi replied. Shego cracked a sinister smile at the site before her.

"I just love this," Shego said, laughing, "a chance to eliminate my two arch enemies," She instantly engaged her trademark green glow, and discharged a blast right at Kim, but to her surprise her blast seemed to bounce right off of Kim.

Kim didn't know what had stopped Shego's blast; it was as though a barrier of energy had suddenly appeared in front of her. Kim held out her hand, expecting to find some kind of force field generator, only to be greeted by nothing but air.

"I'll take care of Shego," Dark Jedi said, stepping forward, "you deal with Fett," Dark Jedi locked eyes with Kim for a brief moment, and with some hesitation in his voice simply said, "May the Force be with You."

"Uh Thanks," Kim replied, she focused on the masked bounty hunter. Fett didn't waste any time he raised his left arm, and fired a burst from his flame thrower. Kim managed to get out of the way just, but the flames were still close enough to singe a small portion of her hair.

"I can't believe this," Kim shouted, looking at the damage done to her hair, "do you have any idea how much conditioner I went through to get my hair looking this way."

"Save it," Fett snarled, "we're here to fight, not talk about hair care products." He reached behind him, and drew a small cylinder; similar to the one Dark Jedi carried, and engaged a bright green blade.

"Okay," Kim said, "even thought I've never seen any Star Wars movie beyond the few minutes of Empire I know you don't carry a lightsaber."

"Call it a trophy," Fett snarled, "from a foolish Jedi who crossed my path." He lunged at Kim like a lion, while Kim managed to dodge most of his attacks, Fett managed to get the upper hand, knocking her to the ground.

"I'll have to remember to bill the Order extra for killing you Miss. Possible," Fett replied, as he placed his boot on her neck. The bounty hunter deactivated his lightsaber, and drew his blaster, and pressed it to Kim's forehead, "but if you surrender, I might forget I even found you."

"Drop dead," Kim snarled.

Shego lunged at her target like a lion striking out at its pray, her hands glowing like blast furnaces. Dark Jedi managed to place Shego in a Force Hold, before slamming his fist into her face.

"Still relying on those powers of yours," Shego snarled, "you're such a coward." Dark Jedi detached the lower part of his lightsaber, and engaged it.

"Better," Dark Jedi snarled, he didn't wait for the answer, he lunged at Shego, his blazing yellow eyes were alight with fury. Shego managed to block Dark Jedi's lightsaber.

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"This time," Dark Jedi snarled, "I'm taking your head Possible."

"Oh please," Shego replied, "like I haven't heard that one a thousand times before." Dark Jedi suddenly spun kicked Shego in the face, sending her clear across the roof, where she slammed into one of the ventilators. Dark Jedi approached Shego, his blood red lightsaber, humming like a swarm of the angriest hornets. But just as he was about to finish the job, he could sense that Kim was in trouble. Dark Jedi couldn't explain what happened next, in fact he couldn't even remember turning and running toward the edge of the roof. In his head he wanted to will his body to return to finish Shego, but for some reason he didn't want to.

Boba Fett stood over Kim, like a hawk standing over its latest kill. His blaster pointing straight at Kim's heart.

"You've got to understand Miss Possible," Boba Fett said, "you are doomed."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Dark Jedi shouted, as he Force Pushed Boba Fett clear across the alley. Before Boba Fett could regain his senses Dark Jedi locked him in a Force Grip.

"Now," Dark Jedi snarled, "who hired you?" Fett began struggling to try and break Dark Jedi's grasp, "tell me now or you're dead." Dark Jedi's grasp tightened around Fett's neck.
"It was a Sith Lord named Darth Plaguies," Fett finally said. Dark Jedi let out a loud laugh.

"What kind of fool do you take me for," Dark Jedi snarled, "my master told me that story when I was still a child, even initiates at the Academy know how that story ends. Darth Plaguies was killed in his sleep by his own apprentice." Dark Jedi was so busy talking he failed to notice Boba Fett's arm slowly begin to rise. Dark Jedi spotted Boba Fett's flamethrower approaching firing position. He dropped the bounty hunter and managed to get out of the way just as Boba Fett fired at point blank range.

"Impressive, most impressive," Boba Fett said, as he drew his blaster, "but not good enough." It was then that he realized Boba Fett wasn't aiming at him, his gun was pointing directly at Kim. Dark Jedi couldn't explain what happened next, on any other day he would have left Kim to her fate, yet something compelled him to do something unexpected.

Just as Boba Fett fired a burst from his blaster, Dark Jedi shoved Kim out of the way, taking the blaster bolt to his shoulder. Dark Jedi slumped to the ground his right shoulder torn apart by Boba Fett's shot. Kim couldn't believe what had just happened, she'd only known Dark Jedi a few days, and with the exception of the Bermuda Triangle, he hadn't shown her any kindness.

"You just saved my life," Kim said, as Dark Jedi regained his balance. Just as he stood up, Kim raced to his side as he collapsed again.

"Let me handle him," Kim pleaded, "you're hurt." Dark Jedi shot her a glance that was cold enough to freeze the blood in her veins.

"I can handle him," Dark Jedi replied, trying to break Kim's grasp.

"Please," Kim continued, "just tell me why you have to fight him?" What happened next was something Kim didn't expect. Though Dark Jedi was wearing a scarf that covered the lower part of his face, he kissed her right on the lips.

"Does that answer your question Kim," Dark Jedi replied, "I may be cold and sinister, but I won't let anything happen to you. That's a promise." Dark Jedi made his way toward the bounty hunter that stood before him. The other half of Dark Jedi's lightsaber leapt into his other hand, and instantly he reconnected them into his trademark Light Staff. But just

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before Dark Jedi could engage him, Boba Fett engaged his jet pack and vanished into the sky. Dark Jedi turned his attention back to Kim, failing to notice Shego as she fled from the fight.

Kim gazed behind her, wondering if what had just happened was a dream, Dark Jedi made his way toward her. She watched as he twirled his deactivated lightsaber before placing back on his belt. Kim wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"You okay," Dark Jedi replied, Kim didn't reply, she leapt into the dark warrior's arms, and embraced him. High above them, Ron saw everything. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, Kim was like a sister to him, in fact she was more then that. His jealousy began rising, how could she favor a masked warrior they knew nothing about. No, he couldn't allow what he was seeing to continue.

Location: Middleton High School, the next day

Kim had spent the bulk of the day lost in thought. She wondered if the events of the last 24 hours had been a dream, did Dark Jedi actually kiss her? She wanted to write it all off as a dream, yet the more Kim thought about it, the stronger her attraction to the mysterious warrior became. He'd saved her life twice, and this time he'd taken a shot that had been meant for her.

"Hay Kim," a familiar voice said from behind her, Kim turned around to find a young girl, the same age as herself, except with dark brown hair, and dressed in a purple cheerleader outfit.

"Hay Bonnie," Kim replied, coldly. For as long as she could remember Bonnie and her had always been rivals.

"So K," Bonnie added, "have you decided who you're taking to the dance?" Kim's mind suddenly drew a blank.

"What dance?" Kim asked

"The Prom," Bonnie replied, "Duh. I'm going with Brick Flagg, quarterback of the foot ball team." Bonnie ran through a list of all the girls on the cheerleading squad and who they were taking out.

"Is there a dead line I don't know about?" Kim asked

"The Food Chain Kim," Bonnie replied, "face it all the remotely acceptable guys are taken. You'll be lucky to end up with Captain of the Chess Team, or worse Stoppable." Kim didn't know how to reply.

"I have someone in mind," Kim replied, "I just haven't been able to ask him yet."

"Really," Bonnie continued, "and just what would his name be?"

"I don't know," Kim replied.

"Possible," a familiar voice added, Kim just about froze, she couldn't finish her reply. Kim turned around to find Dark Jedi standing behind her. Bonnie though couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"A Goth," Bonnie said, "that's even lower then Stoppable." Dark Jedi eyed Bonnie with an evil look to his eye.

"We'll settle this another time Bonnie," Kim replied, as Bonnie made her way down the hall, laughing her head off, Kim then turned her attention to Dark Jedi, "what do you want?" She could barely form the words to reply.

"Fury wants us to report to S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters in New York," Dark Jedi replied, coldly.

"What about Ron," Kim asked.

"Fury said all three of us," Dark Jedi replied, as Dark Jedi turned to leave, he was stopped in his tracks by Kim.

"Dark," Kim said, "wait I was wondering," Bonnie's laughter was still fresh in her mind, she was the head cheerleader, and Dark Jedi was a Mutant, an outcast, not someone a popular girl like her showed up at the prom with.

"Yes," Dark Jedi replied.

"Nothing," Kim replied, hesitantly. As Dark Jedi made his way out of the building, Kim slid down her locker, a tear rolling down her eye. She wanted to ask him to the prom with all her heart, but to her the "food chain" was more important then the feelings she'd developed for the mysterious warrior.

Location: S.H.I.E.L.D Central, off the coast of New York City, later that day.

The headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D was located on a massive man made island located just off the coast of New York City. The area known as S.H.I.E.L.D central was a self contained city in its own right. Various F-135 Striker VTOAL, and F/B-105 Hunter hybrid aircraft emerged from the helipads that extended from all sides of the island. Near the docks were the crown jewels of S.H.I.E.L.D the Ravager Class Helicarrier.

Developed at AREA 51 from parts from a downed Imperial Victory class Star Destroyer that had crashed in the Atlantic back in the late 70s, and incorporating weapons acquired from the Klingons, and Romulans, and capable of carrying a full squadron of F-135 Strikers, the Ravagers were the Earth equivalent of an Imperial II Class Star Destroyer. S.H.I.E.L.D personnel bustled about the instillation like bees in a hive, Mag-lev trains ferried scientists and soldiers to and from the various locations that made up the complex.
Two figures were waiting on Landing Pad Delta-1138, as the Skytrain landed. The first was General Fury, the second was his Executive Officer, a five foot seven red haired woman named Natasha Romanov, a former Russian KGB operative better known by her nickname Black Widow. The loading ramp slowly extended, as Dark Jedi, Kim, and Ron made their way down.

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"Right on time," Fury said, "I'm trusting you were able to get Hench to talk. Hopefully with out throwing him out the window."

"No," Kim replied, "some guy blew his head off before he could tell us anything of use." The look to Fury's face told the trio that he wasn't at all pleased with this latest turn of events.

"Any thing else," Fury asked, coldly.

"I was able to retrieve a name," Dark Jedi added, "from Hench's killer, whether or not it's related to the Order of the Shadow I don't know."

"Save it Jedi," Fury shouted, "right now we've got bigger problems, I need the three of your to report to the War Room ASAP." Fury and Widow made their way to a near by Mag-Lev train.

Location: War Room, S.H.I.E.L.D Central, Level D-1804

The main War Room of S.H.I.E.L.D central was a large plain looking windowless room, with a long table in the center, on top of which was painted the S.H.I.E.L.D insignia.

The trio paced about the waiting for Fury to arrive, it was Ron who first broke the silence that filled the room.

"So," Ron asked, "what's with you and Shego?" Dark Jedi couldn't bring himself to answer that.

"Okay," Ron continued, "so why do you want Shego so badly?" Dark Jedi's reply was one simple word, but the way he said it was enough to send chills up the spines in the entire room, "revenge."

"Dude," Ron said, "what's up with you and this whole revenge thing, I mean Fury told me that he's more worried about Shego when you finally catch. I mean how can you hate her that much, I mean, what did she do to you?"

"Something I'll never forgive, nor forget," Dark Jedi snarled, "Betrayal." Ron continued prodding the dark warrior for more information. Kim though remained silent, for the first time she saw something else reflected in Dark Jedi's blazing yellow eyes. The reflection of the remains of a broken heart, a poisoned soul, and a shattered dream.

Kim was snapped back to reality by the sounds of the door opening and slamming close. Two men, each dressed in the dark blue uniform of the United States Air Force, and a third dressed in olive green pants, with a black skin tight muscle shirt, and black combat boots standing behind them. The first Air Force officer was elderly and slightly overweight he had two stars pinned to the shoulders of his jacket. The second was middle aged with graying brown hair. The third man was bald, and built like a tank, but the strangest thing about him was a gold disk shaped object in the center of his head.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen," Fury said, as he entered the room, "let's get this underway." The three men who had entered before took their seats at the long table.

"Dark Jedi," Fury continued, "Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, let me introduce General George Hammond, head of the Stargate Program, Col. Jack O'Neill leader of SG1, and Teal'c one of SG1's primary members."

"No need for the formalities General Fury," O'Neill replied, "I've seen Mrs. Possible on TV all the time. I always wondered though why Mr. Stoppable can't seem to keep his pants on though?"

"HAY," Ron shouted, "That's only happened to me six or eight times."

"A week," O'Neill added, "and everyone at the SGC knows of you Dark Jedi."

"If you're referring to that incident on P3X-1138," Dark Jedi replied, "I accomplished the mission didn't I?"

"You attacked a Tok-Ra operative," O'Neill replied, "and it took us three months to clean the snake guts from the Stealth Field Generator."

"Okay that's enough," Fury said, "General Hammond if you don't mind."

"Now," Hammond began, "I'm going to get right to the point. At 0200 hours, S.W.O.R.D intercepted an SOS from a Klingon K'mpec class heavy cruiser, stating that ships of an unknown origin had ambushed a Klingon Troop convoy in the Alpha Centari System."

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"Ah the Klingons," O'Neill added, "how many times have we saved them from certain annihilation at the hands of the Goa'uld?"

"Not the point Col." Fury replied, "a joint S.W.O.R.D-Chiss fleet was deployed to the area, this is the only image they were able to collect," Fury engaged the view screen on the near by wall, a large wedge shaped vessel appeared.

"The ship was identified as an Imperial II Class Star Destroyer," Fury replied, "however the insignia painted on the bow clearly indicates the vessel isn't part of any known Imperial Remnant faction. Which brings us to the next point, the insignia is that of the Order of the Shadow."

"Big deal," Dark Jedi said laughing, "Records I've recovered for you guys clearly say that the Order has been praying on shipping in that area for years."

"True," Fury replied, "and we believe this attack was just another raid. However, recent developments indicate that this attack was a diversion, as General Hammond will explain."

"Thank you General Fury," Hammond replied, "the S.W.O.R.D contingent that went to the Klingons aide were suppose to provide security for a SGC shipment that was due to leave AREA 51 today. However, just as the convoy entered Colorado, the Order of the Shadow ambushed them."

"What was the convoy carrying General?" Kim asked

"The Hyperdrive that then Col. Ross recovered from the Roswell crash site," Hammond replied, "the Shadows proceeded to slaughter the entire SGC contingent, no mercy, no survivors. The strangest thing though was they made off with the Durasteel we were using as a decoy. Afterwards though, Dr. Drakken, and two men each armed with lightsabers raided Stargate Command itself."

"Okay," Kim added, "what did they steal?"

"A prototype miniature nuclear reactor we were developing for Project: Prometheus," Hammond replied.

"Basically," Dark Jedi asked, "Grievous walked all over your security teams?"

"Our weapons maybe affective against Goa'uld," Hammond replied, "lightsabers, and Cortosis armor is something else."

"Indeed," Teal'c said, "we are most fortunate."

"Care to elaborate," Dark Jedi asked, "if not can we move on?"

"I would most certainly like to "elaborate"," Teal'c continued, "Fifty years ago, while I was training to succeed Bra’tac as First Prime to Apaphus, a war had erupted between the Goa'uld System Lords and the nation you call the Galactic Empire. From the outset the Empire had the advantage of surprise, leaving the gods no choice but seek an alliance with our enemies, the Asguard, Romulans, and Klingons. The final battle of the war took place above Chulak. It was there that I got my first taste of battle against the ones you call Sith."

"And this explains why we were fortunate how?" O'Neill asked.

"The Sith may walk like men," Teal'c replied, "but they are vicious mindless monsters. The rumors that I'd heard said the energy field you call the Force was capable of doing terrible things to a living mind. They could wipe out our memories, turning brother against brother. Worse, they could even break our will to fight with out even drawing blood. In the opening stages of the battle I saw the mightiest Klingon warriors turn and run from the beings they called 'Iw 'elth, the Blood Sword. Only once in the battle did I encounter a Sith warrior. It was a face I'll never forget. Her eyes were as yellow as the hottest sun, the bodies to three Klingons and two Jaffa lay at her feet. I thought I had a clear shot and I fired a bolt from my staff weapon, she stopped it in mid air, and sent it back at me. The bolt came within a millimeter of hitting the infant Goa'uld I carry. It was only with the arrival of the Asguard and Romulan fleets that the Alliance was able to carry the day, barely." A silence filled the room, till Fury finally spoke up.

"Getting back to the issue at hand," Fury said, "Dark Jedi you mentioned out on the landing pad that you were able to get a name from Jack Hench's killer?"

"Indeed," Dark Jedi replied, "he said he was working for a Sith Lord named Darth Plaguies. It's quite obvious he was lying."

"Why do you say that?" Fury asked

"Darth Plaguies was assassinated just before the Clone Wars," Dark Jedi replied

"I disagree," Teal'c replied, "I know of the one you speak of," Dark Jedi was suddenly all ears, "though all I've heard are rumors. They speak of a man so evil that the very ground beneath him wilts and dies the moment he sets foot on it, they even say he's capable of ripping your very soul from your body. Worse, they say he travels with another, a being not of this universe writhed in raw energy, and energy weapons pass right through him."
The room fell silent; it was only when Fury spoke did the eerie silence finally end.

"You claim that this Darth Plaguies was assassinated," Fury said, eyeing Dark Jedi.

"Yes," Dark Jedi replied

"Well," Fury added, "the assassin didn't do a go job," Fury slid an folder accross the table, "back in 1947 a group of soldiers were killed by an unknown warrior, just before the last one died at the Roswell Air Field, he described a man with abilities similar to this Darth Plaguies."

"That means what to me," Dark Jedi snarled, "you going to pay me now to chase a ghost?"

"That was the plan," Fury replied, "how does one hundred million, sound for any information you can gather, and of course capturing this Darth Plaguies for questioning. This time try to bring him in one piece."

"No guaranties," Dark Jedi replied, "but as I said before, if Shego is involved I'll happily do this one for free." Dark Jedi got up and stormed to the door, the moment he passed Kim their eyes locked, never before had she seen anyone's eyes alight with such raw fury.

Location: Middleton, the a few days later

Kim and Monique made their way down the street, toward Middleton High School. Kim spent the bulk of the trip with her head in the clouds.

"Kim," Monique said, snapping Kim out of her day dream, "you were saying???"

"What was I saying again?" Kim replied

"Girl," Monique replied, "you like the guy don't you??"

"Like who Ron?" Kim asked

"That Dark Jedi guy," Monique replied, "girl, I mean the guy saves you twice, kisses you in a dark alley, and takes a shot for you. Girl, that's a knight in shinning armor if I ever saw one."

"But he's not, you know cheerleader material," Kim added, "and that look he has in his eyes, it's almost inhuman."

"And since when do you care about Bonnie's so called Food Chain," Monique replied,

"Kim I can tell you like him, so forget Bonnie and just ask him to the dance. And if you're worried about why he has such a bad temper just ask." The conversation was soon interrupted by the sounds of a moped's engine sputtering. Kim turned to find Ron mounted on a bright blue, broken down moped.

"Hay Kim," Ron said, "you know there's nothing better then cruising down the blacktop at high speed. After all, I'm sure Dark Jedi doesn't have a ride this cool." Kim froze, as she looked at Ron, when she didn't reply Ron hit the breaks, and came to a screeching halt. The look to his face told Kim that he'd seen the kiss Dark Jedi had given her in the alley.

"Drop the act Kim," Ron said, "I saw you and him kissing each other."

"It wasn't what you think," Kim replied, the next thing that happened was something that neither she nor Monique expect, Ron slapped her in the face.

"Ron that's going to far," Monique shouted, but Ron simply ignored her.

"What was that for?" Kim asked

"For lying to me," Ron replied, "now I want the truth. What are your feelings for him?"

"I told you Ron nothing," Kim replied, he slapped her again.

"That's enough, that's more then enough,” a familiar voice said from behind, Ron turned around to find Dark Jedi standing behind him, his hand resting on his lightsaber, "I don't care if you are her best friend Ron, if you lay another hand on her, I swear I'll slice you open." Ron didn't reply, he climbed on his moped and sped off.

Location: Middleton High School Parking Lot

Ron was talking to himself as Rufus guided him into his usual parking space.

"I didn't over react Rufus," Ron said, "I'm just concerned for Kim's safety."

"That why you hit her," Rufus asked

"I didn't mean to," Ron replied, "I don't know what came over me." Just as his moped entered the parking space, a bright red motorcycle suddenly cut him off.

"Watch it pal," Ron shouted

"What," the man on the bike said, as he lifted his visor up.

"My spot, you in it," Ron replied

"Oh I'm sorry," the man replied, "I didn't see you. It's just there's nothing better then cruising down the," Ron cut the man off.

"The blacktop," Ron said, with a smile to his face, "hay I'm Ron Stoppable, Ron the Man to my friends." the man removed his helmet. He was a young man with thick black hair, and dark brown eyes.

"Eric," the man replied, "Eric Storm."

Stay Tuned for Chapter IX: Space Center Confrontation

PS: Yes this is the same Eric from So the Drama