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Post by C7Angelocas12 on Oct 14, 2007 19:19:19 GMT
Talk about spooky. With Halloween now less than three weeks away, this Panda Warrior and Courting Commander may have a new story idea in mind. Here's a summary of what needs to be known for now:
Wally and Kuki are heading to the Moonbase rec room near the Supreme Commander's office to shake off a very weird dream that Kuki has been having over the past three days and Wally only began having last night after offering to let Kuki sleep next to him. However, when they arrive at the rec room, they find Nigel and Rachel sitting on the couch and watching the television with unusually stern looks on their faces. Wally and Kuki sit down, look at the television... and realize that the man who's talking, or more like blabbering, in it is the exact same man from their dream.
You can thank my realization of the timing of "Operation: Z.E.R.O." -- and GlobalSecurity.org -- for inspiring this one-shot, if I can call it that. Eerie? Perhaps. Yet, this story may or may not necessarily involve things usually associated with Halloween, such as goblins, vampires, pumpkins, witches, ghosts, or, to borrow a concept from "Z.E.R.O.", Senior Citizombies.
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Post by C7Angelocas12 on Oct 16, 2007 16:26:12 GMT
Bingo. My new story is complete, Panda Warriors and Courting Commanders, with quite a few suspiciously familiar details. You all can decide what I mean as you read:
“Nightmares... or Premonitions of Chaos?”
“What a weird nightmare that was last night. Don’t you think, Kooks?”
“I know, Wally... but I don’t even know what that man wanted.”
Wallabee Beetles and Kuki Sanban walked uncertainly down a corridor on the Kids Next Door Moonbase, their minds focused on a strange dream that had left their thoughts and emotions thoroughly unsettled, each occurrence of said dream more disturbing than the last. In it, a large crowd had gathered in an open area to hear -- and cheer -- someone engaged in a very strange tirade about a “revolution of submission” that would destroy with absolute hatred anyone who opposed his vision. As it turned out, Kuki first began having this dream three days ago, and when Wally, as Wallabee was often called, offered to let Kuki sleep in his room in case the dream scared her any further, it entered his mind, as well.
“I can’t for the life of me figure out what the crud he meant in that stupid speech of his,” Wally complained openly, most likely just for Kuki to hear.
“Me, neither. I never heard anything like that three weeks ago,” Kuki pointed out, looking down at her shorter companion.
Wally smiled mentally and grimly at Kuki’s reference to that point in time. His sector leader had teamed up with the KND Supreme Commander, who was also said sector leader’s girlfriend, to organize a play based on a romantic drama written by this William Shakespeare guy. “Operation Romeo and Juliet” was the designated codename for this project, with the apparent objective of getting him and Kuki to admit their feelings for each other. Needless to say, his immediate reaction was one of unmitigated disgust and shock, and his two other Sector V comrades made fun of him tirelessly for the inevitable romantic interactions he and Kuki would have. In the end, however, the two really did do just that, sharing their first official kiss as a couple right in front of the entire Moonbase. In the days that followed, Wally developed a habit of offering a knuckle sandwich to anyone who didn’t realize immediately that he and Kuki were a couple now, but everyone pretty much cheered and fawned whenever those two interacted in a particularly friendly way, namely whenever Kuki gave him a hug. Nevertheless, this nightmare had left them both bewildered.
“Believe me, Kuki, neither did I,” Wally spoke up and turned his head upward at Kuki after thinking silently for a few moments. “That might be why I think the rec room near Numbuh 362’s office can give us an additional chance to wind down.”
“Maybe you’re right, Wally,” Kuki said affirmatively. “I just hope she lets us play video games in there.”
Wally nodded in agreement as the two continued walking toward their destination. As the rec room drew ever closer, however, their ears began to detect strange sounds from inside, inaudible to them at first. Finally, Wally and Kuki arrived at the doorway to the rec room and passed through it curiously. Sure enough, when they looked in a certain direction, their eyes confirmed what their ears initially detected: they had company. More specifically, Nigel Uno, a.k.a. Numbuh One, Wally and Kuki’s sector leader, was sitting on the couch next to Rachel McKenzie, a.k.a. Numbuh 362, the Supreme Commander of the Kids Next Door. Both were watching something on the television Wally and Kuki were intending to use to play video games. Upon perceiving Nigel and Rachel more closely, one would have noted that this more “commanding” couple in the Kids Next Door had strikingly sterner demeanors about their faces than they normally did.
“Hi there, Nigel and Rachel!!” Kuki greeted the prominent couple as happily as she always did upon seeing any of her friends on the Moonbase. “Ooh, are you guys watching a movie? Can Wally and I join you?”
“I’m afraid we’re not watching a movie, Numbuh Three,” Nigel addressed Kuki by her KND identity somewhat more sharply and directly than he usually did for his team, which didn’t really seem like much, given some of their past missions.
“Eh? What do you mean, mate?” Wally inquired, now even more confused than he already was.
Rachel sighed in exasperation -- more likely at the television than at this “most adorable couple in the Kids Next Door,” as the Moonbase proclaimed Wally and Kuki after Wallabee and Kuki -- before addressing the male half of said couple by his KND identity, precisely as her boyfriend did the female half. “Nigel’s right, Numbuh Four. The President of Iran is delivering some wacky diatribe in front of that global assembly in New York City.”
At that new piece of information, Wally and Kuki turned their heads toward the television, then moved toward the couch and sat down, their eyes and ears intent on figuring out what this odd man was saying. It was immediately obvious to Sector V’s, nay, the Kids Next Door’s most talked-about couple that... they did not understand his message at all. He was rambling about what he called “American tyranny,” citing a few examples of its supposed interference in fulfillment of what he described as “the Law of Submission to the Deity.”
“So, what do you know about this guy, Numbuhs One and 362?” Wally questioned his two superiors, his face furrowed purposefully.
Nigel snorted as he recalled the information his girlfriend and Supreme Commander had shared with him starting a couple of weeks ago. “Enough to make my blood boil in a matter of nanoseconds, which are much shorter than a regular second, if I recall.”
“And my blood, as well,” Rachel added gravely. “Anyway, to start, the President of Iran was and still is a member of an organization that calls itself the ‘Guardians of the Revolution of Submission,’ which is evidently a military division, a business and political enterprise, and a cult all in one.”
Kuki’s head immediately jolted in Nigel and Rachel’s direction, as did Wally’s, before both asked in unison, “What did you just say, Rachel/Numbuh 362?” While Kuki used her real first name, Wally used her Kids Next Door identity, but both had almost instantly caught the last three words in the name of that organization.
“The ‘Guardians of the Revolution of Submission,’” Rachel continued, brushing her interruption by Wally and Kuki aside. “According to Kids Next Door Nightly News, these Guardians have targeted and taken out individuals and entire groups of people both inside Iran and all around the world simply because those people don’t share their perverse vision of a one-world utopian, or I should say dystopian, dictatorship led by their ‘Hidden Guide,’ and they don’t care if those people are adults, teens, or kids.”
As Rachel finished initially describing the activities of this new evil organization -- not trying to hide her fury at its capabilities and results -- Wally and Kuki had turned back toward the television in mounting disbelief. The President of Iran was still speaking, but there was now something ominously familiar about the words he was using: “corruption,” “injustice,” the “inherent bankruptcy of the global system.” Where had they heard that before?
“Wait a second...” Wally muttered deliberately as he leaned a bit closer toward the television, then jumped back slightly and slowly pointed at it. “Kuki... Isn’t that...?”
Kuki nodded in stark realization while wrapping her arms tightly around Wally in terror. “He’s the guy from our nightmare... but how did that happen...?”
After registering what Wally and Kuki were talking about, Nigel steadily turned his head to face them, an eyebrow raised inquisitively. “What are you two talking about?”
Wally and Kuki looked at each other hesitantly, clearly worried that their two friends and superiors would find their nightmare unhelpful... before Wally turned back to face them. “Sorry, Nigel. Kuki’s been havin’ this odd dream in which a man was speaking in front of this gihugic crowd about something or other. I don’t know. She told me that the man was saying that in three American months, ‘all will end, and everything will begin again under the rule of the Great Hidden Guide.’”
Rachel had by now joined Nigel in staring at Wally and Kuki in dread at the last piece of information that Wally had relayed to them, and it was her turn to query them. “Hold on a moment. What are you saying?”
Kuki nodded in total agreement, still clutching Wally as if her life depended on it. “It was scary, Rachel... I wanted to sleep next to Wally so I could think happy thoughts and forget about this nightmare... but this morning, he told me he had the dream, too.”
Wally would add the linchpin in this increasingly real nightmare. “And, uh, you know this President of Iran you guys are angry about? Well... he’s the man from our dream.”
“What?!?!” Nigel exclaimed in astonishment before quickly turning his head back to Rachel. “Rachel, do you realize what this could mean?”
Rachel sighed before looking at the television once again, where the Iranian President was still blabbering against America and its friends and allies, before her eyes returned to facing her three companions. “It sounds like too much of a coincidence, Nigel. At any rate, Wally and Kuki, you wouldn’t believe what he tried to do while preparing to go to New York City to attend that global assembly.”
“W-what happened?” Wally and Kuki asked reflexively yet reluctantly.
Nigel grunted in indignation before responding, “This fiend wanted to visit the site where those twin skyscrapers collapsed three months ago and lay a wreath commemorating that double airplane massacre. Thank Heaven that his request was soundly rejected.”
“I totally agree. That request was truly outrageous because KNDNN’s sources informed them -- with corroboration to me personally by Kids Next Door operatives in England, Germany, Russia, and Egypt -- that he personally attended a meeting where this geezer known as the ‘Supreme Jurist,’ who happens to be Iran’s President’s mentor on the Hidden Guide, directly blessed his authorization of the G.R.S. commanding general to dispatch G.R.S. agents to finance and train Al Kayduh specifically for that horrendous strike,” Rachel finished with comprehensive disgust. “Oh, by the way, Al Kayduh’s leader also attended the meeting.” She paused for a moment to contemplate the horrific irrationality of what she was about to say next. “One more thing.”
“W-w-w-w-what is it?” Wally and Kuki stammered, almost too terrified of any new atrocity that Rachel would reveal.
Rachel exhaled and closed her eyes, then opened them again, her loyal boyfriend and his two Sector V comrades in front of her, as utterly despairing as she was. “Nigel told me before we started watching this speech that just before the Iranian President left Iran’s capital to attend that assembly... he announced a decree banning Rainbow Monkeys and Yipper Cards all over Iran because they ‘violate the promise of the Deity through the Law and the Revolution...’ and vowed that anyone possessing even a single Rainbow Monkey or Yipper Card would pay for defying that decree with his or her life... to the most severely painful extent possible.”
“In other words, Wally and Kuki, the President of Iran will, in all probability, end up surpassing my grandfather as the World’s Most Ultimate Evil. He not only has the blood of two of the Kids Next Door’s best spies on his hands, but also wants Yipper Cards and Rainbow Monkeys completely out of Iran, the United States of America and its friends and allies wiped off the map, and finally, as Rachel informed me before the two of us arrived at this rec room, a weapon capable of incinerating an entire city in seconds bolstering his arsenal against us,” Nigel concluded, remembering all too darkly how his grandfather, known simply as Grandfather, unleashed his age-ification abilities on everything and everyone to remake the world in his own ancient image. “It’s even more frightening since that weapon might be connected to his belief in the appearance of that Hidden Guide he admires so much.”
By now, Kuki had learned more than she could possibly take, and she communicated her reaction in a torrentially familiar manner:
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is wrong with this guy?!?!?!?! How cruel and mean can he get!?!?!?”
Wally completely ignored Kuki’s even tighter squeeze around and waterfall of tears on him as he began cracking the knuckles on his hands. “Is the President of Iran just ASKING for a lifetime supply of knuckle sandwiches?!?! If so, I’ll only be too happy to give them to him... to the most severely painful extent possible.”
Nigel could only chuckle wryly. “Trust me. I know exactly how you feel.”
During that last explanation by Nigel and the instant reaction from Wally and Kuki just after the news about that nasty decree, Rachel had turned her eyes back toward the television once more just in time to catch the newest villain in her and Nigel’s lexicon as Kids Next Door operatives begin to conclude his speech. He was now promising that the “age of American darkness” was now over and done with. What caught Rachel’s ear, however, was a pledge that the rage of his vision would explode to clear the way for “perfection in the Sacred Law...” in a matter of months. What lingered in her mind were her past experiences up to this point in time. As the Supreme Commander of the Kids Next Door, she was responsible for keeping track of any challenges to kids’ ability to live as ordinary kids, be they from teens, adults, or even other kids. After Numbuh Zero decommissioned Grandfather once and for all, any and all adversaries who provided the aforementioned challenges continued their previous activities to oppose the Kids Next Door, yet conspicuously more hesitantly than before, mostly having been the first victims of Grandfather’s eventually global Senior Citizombification. Now, however, none of them mattered to the KND anymore: with that double airplane massacre and their subsequent apocalyptic pronouncements, the President of Iran and the leader of Al Kayduh had taken evil to a whole new level, a level that Count Spankulot, the Dodgeball Wizard, the Crazy Old Cat Lady, Stickybeard, Knightbrace, Heinrich von Marzipan, Chester, Robin Food, and even Father -- the one whom Grandfather ordered to scram upon his usurpation of leadership of the villainous community -- all realized they were not capable of. To Rachel and Nigel, as prominent Kids Next Door operatives, it was therefore entirely understandable that these and all their other previous enemies would stop every activity against the Kids Next Door as an organization, separate sectors, or individual operatives as they had for two days short of three full months now. These observations would inform Rachel’s thinking as she turned back to face Nigel, Wally, and Kuki to offer a possible conclusion to this clash, one more explosively powerful than knuckle sandwiches.
“Well, Nigel, I wouldn’t worry too much about packing a punchy picnic and offering it to the President of Iran soon,” Rachel began, diverting her companions’ attention back to her, even as Kuki began rubbing her still-watery eyes with her oversized green sweater sleeve while still hugging Wally.
“Why would that be, Rachel?” Nigel wondered.
A small smile began to creep onto Rachel’s face. “The news anchors covering this visit of his just got word that rumors have surfaced of some carrier strike groups redeploying to the entrance to the Persian Gulf, just one of many options America and its allies might implement against Iran and Al Kayduh. To think this comes right after the President of America labeled the Guardians ‘specially designated global terrorists,’ which should make their financial reserves much easier targets for total isolation from the biggest banks in international business.”
Nigel nodded in approval. “Excellent news, if true. I’d say it’s about time this diabolical dictator got the pulverization of his life, and I mean pulverization in many more ways than one.”
“You said it!! It’s definitely poundin’ time for that guy,” Wally jumped in affirmatively... even if, thinking to himself, he didn’t quite get that part about “total isolation from the biggest banks in international business.”
“I just hope none of you guys get hurt... especially you, Wally,” Kuki cautioned innocently, her arms still wrapped around the boy of her dreams. “Uh, Nigel, Rachel... do you both think Wally and I can play video games now?”
The Kids Next Door’s most “commanding” couple simply stared blankly at its most talked-about couple. Evidently, all this information about the undeniably cataclysmic evil that the President of Iran and the leader of Al Kayduh sought to unleash on their beloved planet had absorbed their focus so that they’d completely forgotten why Wally and Kuki had shown up in the first place. Nigel and Rachel could only smile in resignation at each other and nod before Nigel got up and proceeded to set the television to game mode and retrieve two of the game consoles lying just in front of the screen. He tossed them to Wally and Kuki, who caught it expertly, and sat down next to Rachel just as the game started up.
“Hey, Numbuh One, you and Numbuh 362 wanna join us?” Wally offered while beginning to maneuver the various buttons and controls on his console. “Come on... take that! Hyah!!...”
“Yeah, you two, come on!!! Games are always more fun with a lot more people involved,” Kuki chirped while doing the same thing on her console, finally back to her normally cheerful self. “Oh, I’m gonna get you for that!!... Go! Over there! Now... take this!!!...”
Nigel leaned back, his left arm now pulling Rachel closer to him so she could rest her head on his shoulder, and replied, “You know what, Numbuhs Four and Three? I’m afraid video games aren’t really our strong point. I think Rachel and I are gonna be fine sitting this one out.”
“Mm-hmm... Nigel’s right, you two,” Rachel said softly as she nuzzled her cheek against Nigel’s shoulder as affectionately and silently as she did exactly three months ago. “Just go on with your game.”
“Eh...” Wally laughed nervously at what he sensed was the... excessively friendly tone his sector leader and his Supreme Commander were assuming in their voices, then cleared his throat before regaining his focus. “Right. Now, Kuki... it’s ambush time!!! HAH!!...”
“Okie-dokie, Nigie and Rachie!!!” Kuki giggled innocently before regaining her focus. “Ooh, you’re not gonna beat me that easily, Wally! HYAH!!!! And... there we go! All right, take that and this!! That one looks good...”
“Nigie and Rachie” chuckled mentally at Kuki’s seemingly boundless enthusiasm for her friends under any circumstances whatsoever. No doubt that was why she and Wally were so popular among their fellow Kids Next Door operatives. Yes, everyone simply acknowledged Nigel and Rachel as a couple, as was commonly demonstrated whenever somebody greeted the two of them together, “Hey, Numbuhs One and 362,” “Have a nice day, Numbuhs 362 and One, sirs,” or even “What’s up, Nigel and Rachel?”. However, nobody was really crazy about recognizing the commander of Sector V and the Supreme Leader of the Kids Next Door as a couple. Even after Wallabee and Kuki, the KND Moonbase applauded Nigel and Rachel primarily because their coordination of that project had inspired two other couples to find love. Thus, here said prominent couple sat peacefully as Wally and Kuki continued to try beating each other in something as profoundly trivial as a game requiring at least two consoles for its multiplayer function.
“Why do I never get tired of this?” Nigel mused a bit openly, most likely for Rachel’s ears.
“I don’t know, but thanks, Nigie. You really know how to cheer me up,” Rachel answered warmly.
Nigel looked down just as warmly at his girlfriend and Supreme Commander, her shoulder-length golden hair mere inches from his sunglass-cloaked eyes, one of his eyebrows raised as thoughtfully as ever. “Oh? What do you mean by that, Rachie?”
Rachel giggled in her own affectionate way. “Just look around you. Our friends are enjoying themselves at their activity, and so are we at ours. No paperwork, no major attacks, nothing. Just you and me, with those two having fun at whatever game they’re playing. We really need more moments like this, don’t you think?”
Nigel could only smile at Rachel’s observations as they cuddled even closer to each other and looked on at Wally and Kuki, who appeared to be trying as hard as they could to beat a particularly difficult level on that video game of theirs. They were using their own free will, their freedom to think, to conquer any challenges the various levels of that video game threw at them. The game was certainly a way to simply cool down after an extremely rough and tough day, or even an extremely rough and tough morning. Yet, this morning may have been challenging in a way others were not. The extraordinarily irrational President of Iran and his extraordinarily senile Supreme Jurist deployed a radically new set of rules that Grandfather would envy when they gave the green light for the Guardians of the Revolution of Submission to assist that airplane massacre three months ago, with Al Kayduh’s leader publicly broadcasting their murderous motivations and virulent vision two days later. Would Al Kayduh and the Guardians actually try to target the Kids Next Door for rejecting their vision? Would the two prominent KND operatives meet Iran’s President and/or Supreme Jurist face-to-face? At this point, one fact was clear: the Revolution of Submission was a perilous threat to adults, teens, and kids of all types on all continents. Whatever their individual perspectives, Nigel Uno and Rachel McKenzie would lead and Wallabee Beetles and Kuki Sanban would inspire the rest of the Kids Next Door against these new villains, for knowing themselves and these enemies would be crucial now much more than ever.
THE END
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BB is sometimes like Wally xD
