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On the streets of Detroit, a red head tries to seem inconspicious as she walks along a busy sidewalk. She’s already been stopped a few times, people wanting to see her, to get her autograph. All of them walked away disappointed; it wasn’t her, she’s too old to be her, too mature. This red head in the bomber jacket, she’s not Kim Possible. Close, but not her. After blocks of moving along with this heavy traffic of business people and vapid shoppers, the red haired stranger ducked into an alley and got as deep as she could until she was positive she was alone. Once she was sure of her privacy, she spoke to the green ring on her finger. “This is Lantern 662154 of sector 2814 sending a distress call to any Lanterns listening. I repeat, this is Lantern 662154, Kim Jordan, sector 2814. Please respond, I’m unable to communicate with anyone on Oa, please, someone tell me what the hell is going on!”
No response. Her ring was working but there was simply no response from any other Green Lantern, if any could hear her distress call. “Great... I’m on earth but it’s not earth, Oa seems to be completely wiped from existence as far as this ring can tell and calling my own phone number just connects me to a pizza place. Oh well, at least it was a pizza place in Coast City, just not my Coast City. Actually, what city am I in, anyway? It looks like Detroit but everything else is out of place, can’t risk the surprise. Ring, can you tell me where I am?”
The ring glowed and created a map of the city with two bright blips. “Green Lantern 662154 is in Detroit, Michigan of the planet Earth, sector 2814. Lantern is currently on Shelby Street, Lantern is currently on south side-”
“Hey, wait, hold on a second! You just said I was on Shelby Street.”
“Kim Jordan’s genetic signature has been located in two, three different locations of this city,” was the ring’s response as another blip appeared on the projected map.
“Two more of me running around the city? Better check it out. Ring, what’s your power level?”
“Power levels at eighty-seven percent.”
“Better make it last... I don’t know if I can even get my power battery here.”

In the corner of a vacant lot, down in the south side of Detroit, a local crack pusher was making a sale to a Junior Highschool kid having trouble dealing with his life or so was his excuse. It’s a scene sadly too familiar in this part of the city, blacks destroying the lives of their own kind, but someone wasn’t going to stand for it. A flying trash can lid crashes against the kid’s forearm, causing him to drop the plastic bag of narcotics. “Ya’ll best not be peddlin’ no rock in this neighborhood, that’s for damn sure!” cried out an Afro-sporting, ebony woman wearing somewhat dated threads.
While the scrawny teen cradled his arm as he fled the scene, the dealer pulled out a switch blade. “Bitch, you crazy? Who da hell do you think you are, shittin’ on my business?”
The proud sister put her hands on her bell-bottom bearing hips and held her head up high. “Sucka, you better recognize. I’m Motown’s number one girl, the name’s Kim Possible!”
Her declaration left the thug stunned for a moment. “Wait... hold on, did you say Kim Possible? Bitch, Kim Possible is a white girl!”
“You huffin’ your own powder? I am black, I am proud, and busta, I am ALL woman!”
“Yeah? Well now your gonna be sliced up bitch meat!” The dealer lunges at her, taking a wild swing at her with his blade only to grabbed by his extended arm and flipped to his back with enough force to make him drop his weapon.
Kim smirked as she got into a loose, bouncing stance as the man painfully pulled himself off from the ground. “I think it’s only fair to warn you, turkey, I got a brown belt in karate!” Once he was back on his feet, she sent him stumbling backwards with a fast, spinning kick to his chest. “A red belt in taekwondo!” Enraged by being humiliated in front of a growing crowd of on onlookers, the peddler made a bull rush toward his feminine opponent only to receive a hard kick to the groin by a platform shoe. “And a black belt in ca-razy! If you ever bring that poison back on these streets again, I’mma really show you my bad side.” As the fallen pusher began to crawl away, the crowd began cheering for it’s funky yet outdated heroine of the hour. Kim was more than happy to give a smile and throw up her hands in acceptance. “Thank you, Motown!”
The cheering crowd quickly became a gawking one as they stared skyward in amazement and disbelief. Kim, in turn, looked up into the sky only to be stunned at the sight of a red head surrounded by a green aura descending toward her. “Nice moves and here I thought I’d have to get involved,” quipped the flying masked Kim in the green and black long johns.
The darker Kim gave out a long whistle as her fair skinned counterpart landed. “Now I think I’ve done seen bout most everything when I see a white girl fly.”
Jordan just smiled. “We should talk, girl to girl.”
The formally impressed Kim quickly became defensive. “Oh and why’s that?”
The Green Lantern removed her mask and showed how much alike they were, much to the surprise of Motown’s number one girl. “Because we have a lot in common.”
It took a while for Kim to come back to her senses and then she just let out a friendly smile. “Alright, let’s go hit up a McDonalds, cause this sister is hungry.”

A change back to civilian clothes, a short walk and two value meals later, the two Kims began talking about their current situation. “If it makes it any easier on you, you can just call me Jordan or GL.”
Kim cocked up an eyebrow. “GL?”
“Short for Green Lantern, it’s what I am. You know, the whole flying around in green and black tights thing? Actually, before that I was a Colonel for the Air Force, though I was more a test pilot than a solider during peace time. One day I was parachuting down to earth after two of my engines caught on fire and, next thing I knew, this red skinned alien tells me I have a knack for overcoming great fear and gave me this ring. Fast forward a few years later, I’m sitting in my living room when the whole place started shaking like no tomorrow, I black out and now I’m walking down Detroit.”
The funky femme nodded as she swallowed some fries. “That’s pretty damn cool, girl. Now, I never got no magic Cracker Jack but I fight the good fight myself. One day I just got tired of the pushers, the pimps, and the man keeping the neighborhood down so I did something about it.”
“Sounds like we Kims got something in common and, yes, there’s more than just the two of us around here. My ring said there should be another one in Detroit and I can’t imagine how many more past the city limits.”
“Damn... I guess that makes sense though, that jive pusher said Kim Possible is a white girl. I just thought you were her when you came floating down.”
Jordan just shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint you. It does give me an idea though, maybe we should round up some of the others and visit this local Kim, see if she knows what’s going on.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. By the way, since I’m calling you Jordan and it’s gonna be confusing with some more Kim Possibles around, you can just call me Foxy, cause I am one foxy mama.” Jordan could help but chortle. “What?”
“No, nothing, I’m sorry. It’s just... well you sound like an extra in a Shaft movie.”
Foxy just shook her head. “Whatever, just tell me if I got this down. You want to round up all the other us’es we can, go look up with the main cat calling herself Kim in this scene, have a pow wow and try to get the low down about this big sitch we all in?”
Jordan blinked for a moment and hesitantly nodded. “Uh, yes, I think that’s it. To be honest I only understood about half of that.”
“Solid, let’s kick it fly girl.” It was then that something in Foxy Kim’s belt started to crackle. She pulled out a baby blue device that looked like an old military radio and she listened in on it. “Hey, sounds like two turkeys are laying down heat downtown, we better get down there.”
“I’m all for stopping a gun fight but what the heck is that thing?” Jordan asked, pointing to the strange, bulky device.
“Oh this? It’s a two-way radio and a police scanner, something my man Wade cooked up for me after I pulled his fat out the fryer this one time. Now c'mon, snowflake, let’s do this!”

In the heart of downtown, people screamed and panicked as a fire fight broke out between what some witnesses have claimed were two women in costumes. What they didn’t know is that these two weren’t playing dress up; one of them was truly an officer of the SS and the other, a genuine sergeant of the allied forces. Two women, two different worlds, both were the same person fighting the same war, just on opposite sides. As they took cover, bullets weren’t the only thing these two were shooting at one another. “Give it up, kraut! You got about as much chance of gettin’ hit by lightning than you do putting a bullet in me!” The black clad officer squatted behind a car for cover and barked out an insult in German. “Talk English, you cowardly cyclops!”
The Nazi soldier gnashed her teeth and put a hand on her eyepatch before popping up from cover and squeezed off a few rounds from her luger. “Filthy, Jew-loving degenerate! You stomp your way toward Deutschland and not bother to learn the language? That is just as much insulting as your slur against mine single flaw!”
The army sergeant pressed her back against a building’s column as bullets whiz by, reloading her M1911A1. “Trust me kraut, you got more flaws than I got bullets but I’ll let my firearm do the talkin’ for me!”
The officer of the SS cringed as a windshield implodes from a stray bullet, causing plate glass to shower onto her hat. “That is good because your voice is like many cats being drowned in the lake!”
“Fascist bitch!”
“American whore!”
The two discarded the safety of their protective surroundings and faced each other, weapons drawn, ready to unload every last round in their clips until one of them was dead. Before the first volley could be shot, a green aura encased both weapons and pulled them from their owner’s grip. Jordan just smirked in her Green Lantern suit as she dropped the antique weapons in the middle of the street. “You can take the girls out of the war but you can’t that the war out of the girls, huh? Maybe you two should play nice?”
The two warring soldiers turned to their otherworldly dopplegangers in disbelief. “Mein Gott! I don’t believe it... both of you... erstaunlich!”
“Took the words right outta my mouth, kraut... I just figured you looking like me was just a coincidence... but quadruplets ain’t something I can shrug off as easy...”
Jordan came closer toward the two with Foxy keeping an uneasy eye on both of them. “I know this might sound weird but you are not in your own worlds anymore. Both of you are like us; the same person from different realities. It’s pretty hard to believe but the best thing for all of us to do is band together and find a way to return home.”
The two exchanged hard looks and it seemed the daughter of the third Reich was still yet unwilling to yield. “How humorous, I’ve always heard you Americans are a tolerant people but I’ve always known that to be a joke. You even treat the schwarzes as badly as we do, men in white hoods if I’m not to be mistaken.”
Foxy stepped forward. “Alright, I think I finally get what that word mean, schwazawhateva, it means black folk, don’t it?”
Frau Kim turned her eyes to Foxy but regarded her with a cold stare. “Yes, it means a black person. A filthy, mud dwelling, lazy, impure ape of Africa. What do Americans call them... ah yes, a nigger.”
That sent Foxy over the edge and she pulled out her pearl-handled pistol, aiming it for Nazi Possible. “Oh that’s it, das uber whitey is going down!”
Quick to prevent any lose of life, Jordan quickly grabbed Foxy’s wrist and pushed it downward till she was aiming at concrete. “Hey, I don’t like this bigot anymore than you do but we’re not killing anyone today.”
A self-satisfied smile painted the SS veteran’s face. “It’s good to see you keeping your little slave girl in line, American.”
Foxy snarled but Jordan aimed her ring an inch from the officer’s face, letting the green energy gather and ebb for her visual experience. “Sister, I can’t kill anyone with this thing but you’d be damned surprised from what you can live through. Now, you either come with us peacefully, no more of the Nazi bull, or I break enough bones to make sure you behave. So what’s it going to be?”
Nazi Kim glared at the ring, than at Jordan’s hard, hateful glare before rolling her eyes with a sigh. “Fine, if it will cease all this drama. I will go with you... for now. And you will address me properly as Frau Possible.”
The sergeant quickly voiced her disapproval of the situation. “Now wait one minute here! You can’t trust her, she’s the enemy!”
Frau Possible simply turned toward the sarge with a lazy, uninterested look in her eye. “I am willing to set aside our differences for the time being as long as our goals are mutually beneficial. I’m not surprised you are unable to muster as much civility.”
The sergeant sneered as the officer smirked smugly. “Fine and I’ll call you Frau, no problem, but I ain’t calling you Possible. You’re not my blood!”
Jordan sighed and shook her head. “Alright, I guess that’s as good as we’re going to get with you two. Now that we’ve got this all settled, our next stop is to find this world’s Kim Possible.”
Foxy threw her head back as she heard Jordan say that. “Finally! I was getting pretty tired of the WWII crew jiving it out.”
From the darkness of an alleyway, the booming sound of a slow, singular applause caught the four Kims’ attention. “Very impressive, very admirable Col. Jordan. I hope you don’t mind me calling you that, since I went through the trouble of reading your lips through the McDonald’s window, I should address you by your proper rank.”
Jordan clenched her fist and her ring began glowing with life. “You’ve been following us? Who are you?”
A figure stepped out from the shadows, a massive figure, nearly eight feet tall and probably twice as wide as any one of them. An ill-fitting coat and a hat hid the stranger’s identity and true figure save for a pair of thick legs in boots. “I am, like all of you, lost in a world not of my own. However, after observing you, I believe this can work.”
“What are you getting at? Are you saying you’re another Kim Possible?”
The stalker laughed, her voice was deep but the familiar Kim tone was there. “Gracious... I have not been called that name in many years. What I am getting at is that perhaps we have all met for a reason. This world seems to hunger for order, a type of order it’s leaders cannot deliver. However, four versions of myself, three soldiers and one eager defender of the commonwealth... yes, it can only be destiny. You four shall be the first members of my Sanctuary.”
Jordan pointed her ring directly at the towering woman. “Stop spinning us a yarn and get to the point!”
The giant laughed. “Don’t be so rude, colonel. I simply have a taste for theatrics. Jordan, Foxy, Sarge, Frau. All of you have been wise to choose names to avoid confusion with so many Kims running around.” The large beast of a woman reached for her hat and removed it slowly, revealing the face of a dangerous, powerful woman with black marks etched across her cheeks. “You may call me Rhodes, I am your new leader.”

Four Kims and one giant Kim. Foxy, Sarge, and Frau Possible were all cautious of this monstrous woman named Rhodes but only Jordan, the Green Lantern, saw what she was past her prodigious exterior. Jordan has seen several hundreds species of sentient life, been to several hundreds of worlds but fanatics all usually sing the same song. Right now, Rhodes’ words sounded awfully familiar to Jordan. “Rhodes, let me guess, like the Colossus of Rhodes? The unmoving statue of Helios that watched over the city’s coast?” Jordan asked.
A small smile stretched across the woman’s face. “Col. Jordan, your knowledge of historical trivia is to be commended. Yes, as Helios was built to watch over Rhodes, I was... altered to insure that the ideals of Global Justice were enforced. I take great pride in my role and I wish to continue my work even here. Though I’m not much for bureaucracy, I’m afraid I have little choice but to become Global Justice’s new master director. I’m simply glad I was able to find such ideal agents for G.J. in a single city. Please, join my cause and we’ll bring peace and order to this world.”
Frau Kim was dry with her response. “There is only one commander I follow and you do not have the funny, little mustache.”
Jordan Kim kept her ring aimed at Rhodes. “Sorry big girl but I’m not liking where this is all going. Now I don’t know what this Global Justice thing you keep mentioning is but I have a feeling it doesn’t belong on this world.”
“Col. Jordan, I’m surprised at you. Global Justice is merely a new path of law and order, a world without crime, corruption, dishonesty, all under our watchful eyes. You seriously aren’t saying that you approve of the disorder choking this world, do you?”
“I’m not saying anything, what you’re saying is that you want to overthrow this world’s legal system to install your own. Tell me, what happens to people who don’t get with the program?”
Rhodes answered plainly and without regret or guilt. “Though there are, of course, varying degrees of punishment according to the severity of the infractions, resistance to Global Justice is punishable by death. It’s the only way to maintain peace.”
Jordan had heard enough. “Alright, tiny, I’ve heard enough. If there’s one thing I don’t believe in, it’s corporal punishment, especially from a giant thug with a master plan! I’m sorry but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to stand down.”
Rhodes’ eyes lowered into a cold glare. “You resist the path to prosperity? You go against peace and order for this world’s imperfection?”
“You’re not overthrowing this world to implement your way of thinking. We’re guests here, not invaders.”
“I am severely disappointed, I wanted us to be allies but you obviously choose to be my enemy. No matter, if I must bare the burden of a secure world alone, so be it. Ask for you, Col. Jordan, you will be a fine example to all those who oppose Global Justice.”
Jordan used her ring to will a green straightjacket around the behemoth. “Not today, Rhodes. Now then, how about you just relax until the police come?”
Rhodes continues to glare into Jordan’s eyes but now it felt as if something was disruption the Lantern’s concentration. “Are you feeling queasy, Col. Jordan? Along with a sharp mind and a powerful body, the head scientists of G.J. altered my body chemistry, bestowing onto me other great gifts such as the ability cloud the minds of the wicked.” Jordan tried to look away but whatever Rhodes was doing to her mind, it broke her concentration to lose control of her power. With a might show of physical strength, Rhodes broke free of the energy restraint with so much force it destroyed her ill-fitting coat, showing her true, massive form and her strange one-piece suit. With a speed that matched such inhuman strength, Rhodes quickly descended upon Jordan before she could snap herself back together and yanked the power ring clear from her finger. “Now, how sure are you without your ring?”
Rhodes quickly sent Jordan flying to the other side of the street with a single swipe of her open hand. Now that their big gun was disarmed and airborne, the three non-powered heroines decided to take arms. “That’s it ugly, this sister’s about to break you off something proper!” Foxy shouted before unloaded her pistol at Rhodes. The two damsels of the second world war reached for their weapons and followed suit, firing every round they had into the gargantuan gorilla but it seemed all they were doing was putting dents on her bearskin.
After the last bullet was spent, Rhodes picked a slug off from her flesh and sneered at the others. “Bullets? You dare fire upon me with bullets?” She slipped the ring down the front of her unusual outfit and began advancing toward the trio. “Very well, who wishes to die first?”
Foxy had her fill of uppity white women for one day. “Oh that’s it, I’m about to take your juiced up ass for a ride! Here comes the crazy train, bitch!” Unwilling to believe that this Rhodes was as unstoppable as she claimed to be, Foxy flew straight at her with a kick.
Sadly, her foot bounced her Rhode’s stomach and her ankle was snagged in the giant’s grasp. “Such fire, such emotion. Truly, you above the others had the most potential. Sadly, I must break you for your defiance.” As she was about to turn Foxy’s leg into a bag of splintered bones, Jordan rammed her elbow as hard as she could into Rhode’s kidney but all it accomplished was putting a strain on her elbow. “Ah, colonel. You still wish to fight me, even without your toy?” Rhodes flung Foxy at Jordan, knocking them both down to the ground. “I will deal with you two in a bit. I think I’ll start instead with the antiques.”
Sarge became very anxious as Rhode turned toward the two warring Kims but Frau seemed indifferent to the giant’s advance. “Alright Frau, that thing’s coming right for us. I hate to seem desperate but you got any bright ideas?”
Frau Kim slowly smiled as she held up a stielhandgranate, a German stick grenade, a live, smoking, stick grenade. “Unlike you Americans, we Germans plan ahead.” She quickly tossed the potato masher at the beast right before making a dive behind a parked car, leaving her allied counterpart exposed and unprepared.
As soon as the grenade reached Rhodes, the fragmentation device exploded literally in her face. The blast was powerful enough to knock Sgt. Kim hard on her back as black smoke obscured the massive monster’s form. “Dammit! You crazy kraut! You almost got me killed!”
The Frau flashed a villainous grin at her fallen acquaintance. “Oh, did my boom-boom give you a boo-boo? Perhaps you American girls are not as well adapt to the battlefield as we German women, ja? Perhaps you should have stayed home and played Rosie Riveter with your whore friends.”
Sarge snarled from her prone position but sharply sucked in a breath as a pain stabbed through her. “I swear, if that bruiser doesn’t do it first, I’m gonna kill you, you rotten fascist!”
The daughter of the Reich simply laughed. “That was top quality Deutschland munitions. There isn’t enough left of her to fill a casket.” As the German Kim confidently rose to her feet to observe the corpse of her fallen foe, she was awe struck and horrified at how alive she still was.
A section of her outfit was blown asunder, her face bleeding from the various cuts made by the grenade’s flying fragments, black powder and soot stinging at her eyes. Rhodes had become one irate colossus. “You, you to continue this defiance? You dare to rebel against Global Justice? I have endured your impertinence long enough! If you stand against law and order, you must die!” Frau Possible quickly ducked back behind the car, hoping for a moment of security but found her efforts fruitless as the big bruiser hoisted the car overhead with little effort. “You can not hide from the hand of peace.”
Just as it seemed that Frau Possible was destined to become a smear on the sidewalk, the two ton vehicle was pulled back from the overbearing titaness’ grip by a green hook on an energy chain. “No!” Rhodes cried out before jerking her head around, barely catching a glimpse of the green light’s regress back into the ring that was once again around it’s true owner’s finger. Clearly, the explosion must’ve jarred the ring from Rhodes’ person.
“People lose the damndest things on the street, don’t you think?” Jordan asked. Rhodes tried to overwhelm Jordan with as much speed and strength as she could muster only to back knocked back by a giant, green fist made of energy. The blow was so immense that it sent Rhodes crashing through a building. “And that’s why they call me One Punch Jordan!”
Foxy and Sarge made their way to Jordan’s side. “Well I’ll be dipped, colonel, you took out that muscle head like she was a lightweight. I thought you said you couldn’t kill folks with that thing.”
Jordan shook her head. “I didn’t kill her and I’m sure she’ll be pretty ornery when she gets back up, sergeant. I think it’s best we withdraw for now and find this world’s Kim.”
The allied solider smiled and stood at attention in the presence of her higher ranked partner. “Yes sir, colonel!”
“It’s Jordan, I haven’t been an active colonel in years. Also, drop the sir.”
Sarge slowly dropped her hand, turning a little red in the face. “Sorry, my commanding officers are all men... force of habit.” As Jordan began to float upward, Sgt. Kim realized they were one Nazi short. “Hey, where’s the kraut?”
Sneaking through an alleyway, Frau Kim was startled as a green claw plucked her up from the ground. “Unhand me! Unclaw me! Whatever the correct saying is for this situation, I demand you return me to the ground!”
Jordan glanced down at the struggling German officer as the other two relaxed in their energy bubble anchored to the ring. “Well, I could do that, leaving you in a city with a giant, unstoppable tyrant-wannabe who you happened to enraged with a grenade to the face or you can stop whining and enjoy the ride.”
With those options, there was little choice to be had. “Can I at least get a bubble?”
“Sorry, bubbles are for allies, sneaky Nazis get the claw.”
“Oh, I hate all of you so very much.”

Back in Middleton, after a long night of explanations and moments of awkwardness, Kim, Impossible Girl, who’s name was also Kim Possible, Kim Parker, the incredible Spider-Girl, and Kim Wilson, the madam with a mouth called Sitchpool, all sat around the native Kim’s room to try and figure out what to do about the sitch they were in. Except Sitchpool, who found herself more interested in rummaging through Kim’s closet than actually discussing anything. “You know, I’m a scientist myself but I’m more about biochem than multi-dimensional travel,” declared Kim Parker, who. without her mask. looked exactly like the native Kim save for a preference in wearing her hair in a ponytail.
“I’ve seen some pretty weird stuff where I come from, even know an alien or two. But this is far beyond anything I can comprehend,” admitted Impossible Girl. She looked more like a slightly older Kim, perhaps mid-to-late-twenties with a face harden by an unhappy life.
Kim sighed in despair. “All Wade can come up with is a temporary distortion in the earth’s magnetic field. He’s not even sure how that relates to you all being here.”
Parker laid back on the carpet and looked up to the ceiling. “Well, maybe we should ask some professionals. You know, someone who might know about this kind of stuff? Don’t get me wrong, I like you girls but I can’t risk losing my apartment because I was in another reality when the rent’s due.”
Sitchpool abruptly burst forth from the closet, wearing only Kim’s cheerleading outfit and her mask pulled up half way over her face. “Hey, we wear the same size!” she declared.
The other three were disgusted beyond words; Sitchpool’s flesh was a disgusting display of lesions, folds, boils and things none of them wished to ever see again in their lives. “Kimmie, visitor for you!” daddy Dr. Possible called out from downstairs.
“Oh thank God!” Kim cried out before bolting through the door before Sitchpool entertained Parker and Impossible Girl with a high kick routine sans underwear. Downstairs, as Kim finally regained composure from the horror show that was Kim Wilson, she approached the front door as a familiar looking woman in a bomber jacket waited anxiously. Kim was surprised to see another one of the alternate Kims at the door, surprised, not shocked. “Well, I guess there’s more than just three of you, huh?”
Jordan was caught off guard with that statement. “You mean there’s more? You’ve met them?”
“One of them is wearing my cheerleading clothes. Please, come in.”
Jordan gave an uncomfortable smile and stepped aside. “Actually... I didn’t come alone.”
Kim’s jaw fell agape as she saw the other three. Thousands of questions rushed through her head but Kim could only think of one thing to say. “I guess I better order delivery for lunch.”

Description
On the streets of Detroit, a red head tries to seem inconspicious as she walks along a busy sidewalk. She’s already been stopped a few times, people wanting to see her, to get her autograph. All of them walked away disappointed; it wasn’t her, she’s too old to be her, too mature. This red head in the bomber jacket, she’s not Kim Possible. Close, but not her. After blocks of moving along with this heavy traffic of business people and vapid shoppers, the red haired stranger ducked into an alley and got as deep as she could until she was positive she was alone. Once she was sure of her privacy, she spoke to the green ring on her finger. “This is Lantern 662154 of sector 2814 sending a distress call to any Lanterns listening. I repeat, this is Lantern 662154, Kim Jordan, sector 2814. Please respond, I’m unable to communicate with anyone on Oa, please, someone tell me what the hell is going on!”
No response. Her ring was working but there was simply no response from any other Green Lantern, if any could hear her distress call. “Great... I’m on earth but it’s not earth, Oa seems to be completely wiped from existence as far as this ring can tell and calling my own phone number just connects me to a pizza place. Oh well, at least it was a pizza place in Coast City, just not my Coast City. Actually, what city am I in, anyway? It looks like Detroit but everything else is out of place, can’t risk the surprise. Ring, can you tell me where I am?”
The ring glowed and created a map of the city with two bright blips. “Green Lantern 662154 is in Detroit, Michigan of the planet Earth, sector 2814. Lantern is currently on Shelby Street, Lantern is currently on south side-”
“Hey, wait, hold on a second! You just said I was on Shelby Street.”
“Kim Jordan’s genetic signature has been located in two, three different locations of this city,” was the ring’s response as another blip appeared on the projected map.
“Two more of me running around the city? Better check it out. Ring, what’s your power level?”
“Power levels at eighty-seven percent.”
“Better make it last... I don’t know if I can even get my power battery here.”

In the corner of a vacant lot, down in the south side of Detroit, a local crack pusher was making a sale to a Junior Highschool kid having trouble dealing with his life or so was his excuse. It’s a scene sadly too familiar in this part of the city, blacks destroying the lives of their own kind, but someone wasn’t going to stand for it. A flying trash can lid crashes against the kid’s forearm, causing him to drop the plastic bag of narcotics. “Ya’ll best not be peddlin’ no rock in this neighborhood, that’s for damn sure!” cried out an Afro-sporting, ebony woman wearing somewhat dated threads.
While the scrawny teen cradled his arm as he fled the scene, the dealer pulled out a switch blade. “Bitch, you crazy? Who da hell do you think you are, shittin’ on my business?”
The proud sister put her hands on her bell-bottom bearing hips and held her head up high. “Sucka, you better recognize. I’m Motown’s number one girl, the name’s Kim Possible!”
Her declaration left the thug stunned for a moment. “Wait... hold on, did you say Kim Possible? Bitch, Kim Possible is a white girl!”
“You huffin’ your own powder? I am black, I am proud, and busta, I am ALL woman!”
“Yeah? Well now your gonna be sliced up bitch meat!” The dealer lunges at her, taking a wild swing at her with his blade only to grabbed by his extended arm and flipped to his back with enough force to make him drop his weapon.
Kim smirked as she got into a loose, bouncing stance as the man painfully pulled himself off from the ground. “I think it’s only fair to warn you, turkey, I got a brown belt in karate!” Once he was back on his feet, she sent him stumbling backwards with a fast, spinning kick to his chest. “A red belt in taekwondo!” Enraged by being humiliated in front of a growing crowd of on onlookers, the peddler made a bull rush toward his feminine opponent only to receive a hard kick to the groin by a platform shoe. “And a black belt in ca-razy! If you ever bring that poison back on these streets again, I’mma really show you my bad side.” As the fallen pusher began to crawl away, the crowd began cheering for it’s funky yet outdated heroine of the hour. Kim was more than happy to give a smile and throw up her hands in acceptance. “Thank you, Motown!”
The cheering crowd quickly became a gawking one as they stared skyward in amazement and disbelief. Kim, in turn, looked up into the sky only to be stunned at the sight of a red head surrounded by a green aura descending toward her. “Nice moves and here I thought I’d have to get involved,” quipped the flying masked Kim in the green and black long johns.
The darker Kim gave out a long whistle as her fair skinned counterpart landed. “Now I think I’ve done seen bout most everything when I see a white girl fly.”
Jordan just smiled. “We should talk, girl to girl.”
The formally impressed Kim quickly became defensive. “Oh and why’s that?”
The Green Lantern removed her mask and showed how much alike they were, much to the surprise of Motown’s number one girl. “Because we have a lot in common.”
It took a while for Kim to come back to her senses and then she just let out a friendly smile. “Alright, let’s go hit up a McDonalds, cause this sister is hungry.”

A change back to civilian clothes, a short walk and two value meals later, the two Kims began talking about their current situation. “If it makes it any easier on you, you can just call me Jordan or GL.”
Kim cocked up an eyebrow. “GL?”
“Short for Green Lantern, it’s what I am. You know, the whole flying around in green and black tights thing? Actually, before that I was a Colonel for the Air Force, though I was more a test pilot than a solider during peace time. One day I was parachuting down to earth after two of my engines caught on fire and, next thing I knew, this red skinned alien tells me I have a knack for overcoming great fear and gave me this ring. Fast forward a few years later, I’m sitting in my living room when the whole place started shaking like no tomorrow, I black out and now I’m walking down Detroit.”
The funky femme nodded as she swallowed some fries. “That’s pretty damn cool, girl. Now, I never got no magic Cracker Jack but I fight the good fight myself. One day I just got tired of the pushers, the pimps, and the man keeping the neighborhood down so I did something about it.”
“Sounds like we Kims got something in common and, yes, there’s more than just the two of us around here. My ring said there should be another one in Detroit and I can’t imagine how many more past the city limits.”
“Damn... I guess that makes sense though, that jive pusher said Kim Possible is a white girl. I just thought you were her when you came floating down.”
Jordan just shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint you. It does give me an idea though, maybe we should round up some of the others and visit this local Kim, see if she knows what’s going on.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. By the way, since I’m calling you Jordan and it’s gonna be confusing with some more Kim Possibles around, you can just call me Foxy, cause I am one foxy mama.” Jordan could help but chortle. “What?”
“No, nothing, I’m sorry. It’s just... well you sound like an extra in a Shaft movie.”
Foxy just shook her head. “Whatever, just tell me if I got this down. You want to round up all the other us’es we can, go look up with the main cat calling herself Kim in this scene, have a pow wow and try to get the low down about this big sitch we all in?”
Jordan blinked for a moment and hesitantly nodded. “Uh, yes, I think that’s it. To be honest I only understood about half of that.”
“Solid, let’s kick it fly girl.” It was then that something in Foxy Kim’s belt started to crackle. She pulled out a baby blue device that looked like an old military radio and she listened in on it. “Hey, sounds like two turkeys are laying down heat downtown, we better get down there.”
“I’m all for stopping a gun fight but what the heck is that thing?” Jordan asked, pointing to the strange, bulky device.
“Oh this? It’s a two-way radio and a police scanner, something my man Wade cooked up for me after I pulled his fat out the fryer this one time. Now c'mon, snowflake, let’s do this!”

In the heart of downtown, people screamed and panicked as a fire fight broke out between what some witnesses have claimed were two women in costumes. What they didn’t know is that these two weren’t playing dress up; one of them was truly an officer of the SS and the other, a genuine sergeant of the allied forces. Two women, two different worlds, both were the same person fighting the same war, just on opposite sides. As they took cover, bullets weren’t the only thing these two were shooting at one another. “Give it up, kraut! You got about as much chance of gettin’ hit by lightning than you do putting a bullet in me!” The black clad officer squatted behind a car for cover and barked out an insult in German. “Talk English, you cowardly cyclops!”
The Nazi soldier gnashed her teeth and put a hand on her eyepatch before popping up from cover and squeezed off a few rounds from her luger. “Filthy, Jew-loving degenerate! You stomp your way toward Deutschland and not bother to learn the language? That is just as much insulting as your slur against mine single flaw!”
The army sergeant pressed her back against a building’s column as bullets whiz by, reloading her M1911A1. “Trust me kraut, you got more flaws than I got bullets but I’ll let my firearm do the talkin’ for me!”
The officer of the SS cringed as a windshield implodes from a stray bullet, causing plate glass to shower onto her hat. “That is good because your voice is like many cats being drowned in the lake!”
“Fascist bitch!”
“American whore!”
The two discarded the safety of their protective surroundings and faced each other, weapons drawn, ready to unload every last round in their clips until one of them was dead. Before the first volley could be shot, a green aura encased both weapons and pulled them from their owner’s grip. Jordan just smirked in her Green Lantern suit as she dropped the antique weapons in the middle of the street. “You can take the girls out of the war but you can’t that the war out of the girls, huh? Maybe you two should play nice?”
The two warring soldiers turned to their otherworldly dopplegangers in disbelief. “Mein Gott! I don’t believe it... both of you... erstaunlich!”
“Took the words right outta my mouth, kraut... I just figured you looking like me was just a coincidence... but quadruplets ain’t something I can shrug off as easy...”
Jordan came closer toward the two with Foxy keeping an uneasy eye on both of them. “I know this might sound weird but you are not in your own worlds anymore. Both of you are like us; the same person from different realities. It’s pretty hard to believe but the best thing for all of us to do is band together and find a way to return home.”
The two exchanged hard looks and it seemed the daughter of the third Reich was still yet unwilling to yield. “How humorous, I’ve always heard you Americans are a tolerant people but I’ve always known that to be a joke. You even treat the schwarzes as badly as we do, men in white hoods if I’m not to be mistaken.”
Foxy stepped forward. “Alright, I think I finally get what that word mean, schwazawhateva, it means black folk, don’t it?”
Frau Kim turned her eyes to Foxy but regarded her with a cold stare. “Yes, it means a black person. A filthy, mud dwelling, lazy, impure ape of Africa. What do Americans call them... ah yes, a nigger.”
That sent Foxy over the edge and she pulled out her pearl-handled pistol, aiming it for Nazi Possible. “Oh that’s it, das uber whitey is going down!”
Quick to prevent any lose of life, Jordan quickly grabbed Foxy’s wrist and pushed it downward till she was aiming at concrete. “Hey, I don’t like this bigot anymore than you do but we’re not killing anyone today.”
A self-satisfied smile painted the SS veteran’s face. “It’s good to see you keeping your little slave girl in line, American.”
Foxy snarled but Jordan aimed her ring an inch from the officer’s face, letting the green energy gather and ebb for her visual experience. “Sister, I can’t kill anyone with this thing but you’d be damned surprised from what you can live through. Now, you either come with us peacefully, no more of the Nazi bull, or I break enough bones to make sure you behave. So what’s it going to be?”
Nazi Kim glared at the ring, than at Jordan’s hard, hateful glare before rolling her eyes with a sigh. “Fine, if it will cease all this drama. I will go with you... for now. And you will address me properly as Frau Possible.”
The sergeant quickly voiced her disapproval of the situation. “Now wait one minute here! You can’t trust her, she’s the enemy!”
Frau Possible simply turned toward the sarge with a lazy, uninterested look in her eye. “I am willing to set aside our differences for the time being as long as our goals are mutually beneficial. I’m not surprised you are unable to muster as much civility.”
The sergeant sneered as the officer smirked smugly. “Fine and I’ll call you Frau, no problem, but I ain’t calling you Possible. You’re not my blood!”
Jordan sighed and shook her head. “Alright, I guess that’s as good as we’re going to get with you two. Now that we’ve got this all settled, our next stop is to find this world’s Kim Possible.”
Foxy threw her head back as she heard Jordan say that. “Finally! I was getting pretty tired of the WWII crew jiving it out.”
From the darkness of an alleyway, the booming sound of a slow, singular applause caught the four Kims’ attention. “Very impressive, very admirable Col. Jordan. I hope you don’t mind me calling you that, since I went through the trouble of reading your lips through the McDonald’s window, I should address you by your proper rank.”
Jordan clenched her fist and her ring began glowing with life. “You’ve been following us? Who are you?”
A figure stepped out from the shadows, a massive figure, nearly eight feet tall and probably twice as wide as any one of them. An ill-fitting coat and a hat hid the stranger’s identity and true figure save for a pair of thick legs in boots. “I am, like all of you, lost in a world not of my own. However, after observing you, I believe this can work.”
“What are you getting at? Are you saying you’re another Kim Possible?”
The stalker laughed, her voice was deep but the familiar Kim tone was there. “Gracious... I have not been called that name in many years. What I am getting at is that perhaps we have all met for a reason. This world seems to hunger for order, a type of order it’s leaders cannot deliver. However, four versions of myself, three soldiers and one eager defender of the commonwealth... yes, it can only be destiny. You four shall be the first members of my Sanctuary.”
Jordan pointed her ring directly at the towering woman. “Stop spinning us a yarn and get to the point!”
The giant laughed. “Don’t be so rude, colonel. I simply have a taste for theatrics. Jordan, Foxy, Sarge, Frau. All of you have been wise to choose names to avoid confusion with so many Kims running around.” The large beast of a woman reached for her hat and removed it slowly, revealing the face of a dangerous, powerful woman with black marks etched across her cheeks. “You may call me Rhodes, I am your new leader.”

Four Kims and one giant Kim. Foxy, Sarge, and Frau Possible were all cautious of this monstrous woman named Rhodes but only Jordan, the Green Lantern, saw what she was past her prodigious exterior. Jordan has seen several hundreds species of sentient life, been to several hundreds of worlds but fanatics all usually sing the same song. Right now, Rhodes’ words sounded awfully familiar to Jordan. “Rhodes, let me guess, like the Colossus of Rhodes? The unmoving statue of Helios that watched over the city’s coast?” Jordan asked.
A small smile stretched across the woman’s face. “Col. Jordan, your knowledge of historical trivia is to be commended. Yes, as Helios was built to watch over Rhodes, I was... altered to insure that the ideals of Global Justice were enforced. I take great pride in my role and I wish to continue my work even here. Though I’m not much for bureaucracy, I’m afraid I have little choice but to become Global Justice’s new master director. I’m simply glad I was able to find such ideal agents for G.J. in a single city. Please, join my cause and we’ll bring peace and order to this world.”
Frau Kim was dry with her response. “There is only one commander I follow and you do not have the funny, little mustache.”
Jordan Kim kept her ring aimed at Rhodes. “Sorry big girl but I’m not liking where this is all going. Now I don’t know what this Global Justice thing you keep mentioning is but I have a feeling it doesn’t belong on this world.”
“Col. Jordan, I’m surprised at you. Global Justice is merely a new path of law and order, a world without crime, corruption, dishonesty, all under our watchful eyes. You seriously aren’t saying that you approve of the disorder choking this world, do you?”
“I’m not saying anything, what you’re saying is that you want to overthrow this world’s legal system to install your own. Tell me, what happens to people who don’t get with the program?”
Rhodes answered plainly and without regret or guilt. “Though there are, of course, varying degrees of punishment according to the severity of the infractions, resistance to Global Justice is punishable by death. It’s the only way to maintain peace.”
Jordan had heard enough. “Alright, tiny, I’ve heard enough. If there’s one thing I don’t believe in, it’s corporal punishment, especially from a giant thug with a master plan! I’m sorry but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to stand down.”
Rhodes’ eyes lowered into a cold glare. “You resist the path to prosperity? You go against peace and order for this world’s imperfection?”
“You’re not overthrowing this world to implement your way of thinking. We’re guests here, not invaders.”
“I am severely disappointed, I wanted us to be allies but you obviously choose to be my enemy. No matter, if I must bare the burden of a secure world alone, so be it. Ask for you, Col. Jordan, you will be a fine example to all those who oppose Global Justice.”
Jordan used her ring to will a green straightjacket around the behemoth. “Not today, Rhodes. Now then, how about you just relax until the police come?”
Rhodes continues to glare into Jordan’s eyes but now it felt as if something was disruption the Lantern’s concentration. “Are you feeling queasy, Col. Jordan? Along with a sharp mind and a powerful body, the head scientists of G.J. altered my body chemistry, bestowing onto me other great gifts such as the ability cloud the minds of the wicked.” Jordan tried to look away but whatever Rhodes was doing to her mind, it broke her concentration to lose control of her power. With a might show of physical strength, Rhodes broke free of the energy restraint with so much force it destroyed her ill-fitting coat, showing her true, massive form and her strange one-piece suit. With a speed that matched such inhuman strength, Rhodes quickly descended upon Jordan before she could snap herself back together and yanked the power ring clear from her finger. “Now, how sure are you without your ring?”
Rhodes quickly sent Jordan flying to the other side of the street with a single swipe of her open hand. Now that their big gun was disarmed and airborne, the three non-powered heroines decided to take arms. “That’s it ugly, this sister’s about to break you off something proper!” Foxy shouted before unloaded her pistol at Rhodes. The two damsels of the second world war reached for their weapons and followed suit, firing every round they had into the gargantuan gorilla but it seemed all they were doing was putting dents on her bearskin.
After the last bullet was spent, Rhodes picked a slug off from her flesh and sneered at the others. “Bullets? You dare fire upon me with bullets?” She slipped the ring down the front of her unusual outfit and began advancing toward the trio. “Very well, who wishes to die first?”
Foxy had her fill of uppity white women for one day. “Oh that’s it, I’m about to take your juiced up ass for a ride! Here comes the crazy train, bitch!” Unwilling to believe that this Rhodes was as unstoppable as she claimed to be, Foxy flew straight at her with a kick.
Sadly, her foot bounced her Rhode’s stomach and her ankle was snagged in the giant’s grasp. “Such fire, such emotion. Truly, you above the others had the most potential. Sadly, I must break you for your defiance.” As she was about to turn Foxy’s leg into a bag of splintered bones, Jordan rammed her elbow as hard as she could into Rhode’s kidney but all it accomplished was putting a strain on her elbow. “Ah, colonel. You still wish to fight me, even without your toy?” Rhodes flung Foxy at Jordan, knocking them both down to the ground. “I will deal with you two in a bit. I think I’ll start instead with the antiques.”
Sarge became very anxious as Rhode turned toward the two warring Kims but Frau seemed indifferent to the giant’s advance. “Alright Frau, that thing’s coming right for us. I hate to seem desperate but you got any bright ideas?”
Frau Kim slowly smiled as she held up a stielhandgranate, a German stick grenade, a live, smoking, stick grenade. “Unlike you Americans, we Germans plan ahead.” She quickly tossed the potato masher at the beast right before making a dive behind a parked car, leaving her allied counterpart exposed and unprepared.
As soon as the grenade reached Rhodes, the fragmentation device exploded literally in her face. The blast was powerful enough to knock Sgt. Kim hard on her back as black smoke obscured the massive monster’s form. “Dammit! You crazy kraut! You almost got me killed!”
The Frau flashed a villainous grin at her fallen acquaintance. “Oh, did my boom-boom give you a boo-boo? Perhaps you American girls are not as well adapt to the battlefield as we German women, ja? Perhaps you should have stayed home and played Rosie Riveter with your whore friends.”
Sarge snarled from her prone position but sharply sucked in a breath as a pain stabbed through her. “I swear, if that bruiser doesn’t do it first, I’m gonna kill you, you rotten fascist!”
The daughter of the Reich simply laughed. “That was top quality Deutschland munitions. There isn’t enough left of her to fill a casket.” As the German Kim confidently rose to her feet to observe the corpse of her fallen foe, she was awe struck and horrified at how alive she still was.
A section of her outfit was blown asunder, her face bleeding from the various cuts made by the grenade’s flying fragments, black powder and soot stinging at her eyes. Rhodes had become one irate colossus. “You, you to continue this defiance? You dare to rebel against Global Justice? I have endured your impertinence long enough! If you stand against law and order, you must die!” Frau Possible quickly ducked back behind the car, hoping for a moment of security but found her efforts fruitless as the big bruiser hoisted the car overhead with little effort. “You can not hide from the hand of peace.”
Just as it seemed that Frau Possible was destined to become a smear on the sidewalk, the two ton vehicle was pulled back from the overbearing titaness’ grip by a green hook on an energy chain. “No!” Rhodes cried out before jerking her head around, barely catching a glimpse of the green light’s regress back into the ring that was once again around it’s true owner’s finger. Clearly, the explosion must’ve jarred the ring from Rhodes’ person.
“People lose the damndest things on the street, don’t you think?” Jordan asked. Rhodes tried to overwhelm Jordan with as much speed and strength as she could muster only to back knocked back by a giant, green fist made of energy. The blow was so immense that it sent Rhodes crashing through a building. “And that’s why they call me One Punch Jordan!”
Foxy and Sarge made their way to Jordan’s side. “Well I’ll be dipped, colonel, you took out that muscle head like she was a lightweight. I thought you said you couldn’t kill folks with that thing.”
Jordan shook her head. “I didn’t kill her and I’m sure she’ll be pretty ornery when she gets back up, sergeant. I think it’s best we withdraw for now and find this world’s Kim.”
The allied solider smiled and stood at attention in the presence of her higher ranked partner. “Yes sir, colonel!”
“It’s Jordan, I haven’t been an active colonel in years. Also, drop the sir.”
Sarge slowly dropped her hand, turning a little red in the face. “Sorry, my commanding officers are all men... force of habit.” As Jordan began to float upward, Sgt. Kim realized they were one Nazi short. “Hey, where’s the kraut?”
Sneaking through an alleyway, Frau Kim was startled as a green claw plucked her up from the ground. “Unhand me! Unclaw me! Whatever the correct saying is for this situation, I demand you return me to the ground!”
Jordan glanced down at the struggling German officer as the other two relaxed in their energy bubble anchored to the ring. “Well, I could do that, leaving you in a city with a giant, unstoppable tyrant-wannabe who you happened to enraged with a grenade to the face or you can stop whining and enjoy the ride.”
With those options, there was little choice to be had. “Can I at least get a bubble?”
“Sorry, bubbles are for allies, sneaky Nazis get the claw.”
“Oh, I hate all of you so very much.”

Back in Middleton, after a long night of explanations and moments of awkwardness, Kim, Impossible Girl, who’s name was also Kim Possible, Kim Parker, the incredible Spider-Girl, and Kim Wilson, the madam with a mouth called Sitchpool, all sat around the native Kim’s room to try and figure out what to do about the sitch they were in. Except Sitchpool, who found herself more interested in rummaging through Kim’s closet than actually discussing anything. “You know, I’m a scientist myself but I’m more about biochem than multi-dimensional travel,” declared Kim Parker, who. without her mask. looked exactly like the native Kim save for a preference in wearing her hair in a ponytail.
“I’ve seen some pretty weird stuff where I come from, even know an alien or two. But this is far beyond anything I can comprehend,” admitted Impossible Girl. She looked more like a slightly older Kim, perhaps mid-to-late-twenties with a face harden by an unhappy life.
Kim sighed in despair. “All Wade can come up with is a temporary distortion in the earth’s magnetic field. He’s not even sure how that relates to you all being here.”
Parker laid back on the carpet and looked up to the ceiling. “Well, maybe we should ask some professionals. You know, someone who might know about this kind of stuff? Don’t get me wrong, I like you girls but I can’t risk losing my apartment because I was in another reality when the rent’s due.”
Sitchpool abruptly burst forth from the closet, wearing only Kim’s cheerleading outfit and her mask pulled up half way over her face. “Hey, we wear the same size!” she declared.
The other three were disgusted beyond words; Sitchpool’s flesh was a disgusting display of lesions, folds, boils and things none of them wished to ever see again in their lives. “Kimmie, visitor for you!” daddy Dr. Possible called out from downstairs.
“Oh thank God!” Kim cried out before bolting through the door before Sitchpool entertained Parker and Impossible Girl with a high kick routine sans underwear. Downstairs, as Kim finally regained composure from the horror show that was Kim Wilson, she approached the front door as a familiar looking woman in a bomber jacket waited anxiously. Kim was surprised to see another one of the alternate Kims at the door, surprised, not shocked. “Well, I guess there’s more than just three of you, huh?”
Jordan was caught off guard with that statement. “You mean there’s more? You’ve met them?”
“One of them is wearing my cheerleading clothes. Please, come in.”
Jordan gave an uncomfortable smile and stepped aside. “Actually... I didn’t come alone.”
Kim’s jaw fell agape as she saw the other three. Thousands of questions rushed through her head but Kim could only think of one thing to say. “I guess I better order delivery for lunch.”