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Lawrence let out a sigh, lowered his hands and then continued walking. The operatives continued to stare forwards, glad that he had gone quiet, eventually they reached the unusually large doors with "Mess Hall" written on them. The doors slid open and the KND were amazed to see the sheer size of the mess hall. It had to be the size of several footfall fields; packed with long tables in the middle and smaller round tables around the edges, over to the left of the door was the kitchen where a large number of military cooks were either serving UKA soldiers or cooking some unseen but delicious smelling food that wafted from over a metal wall separating the kitchen from the rest of the mess hall. Most of the tables around the mess hall were packed with UKA soldiers, but what was strange was that there seemed to be different colored camouflage garments and helmets. Numbuh Three-sixty-two scanned the closest soldiers to her, a few of them looked up then went back to talking or eating. There were soldiers who were wearing the same camouflage fatigues and helmets as Lawrence, close to them were the black armor and uniform clad Starfleet Marines. She didn't recognize the other two groups of soldiers, one had camouflage that looked as if they had rolled around in mud and grass while the camouflage on the soldiers sitting across from them looked like they had stood too close to the previous soldiers and got mud and dirt all over them. What was more intriguing was that most of the mud splattered soldiers didn't have helmets, instead they had wide brimmed hats with the same muddy color to them. The tops of the hats had four very large depressions in them but it didn't seem to bother the soldiers who were wearing them.
"Rachel!" Lawrence said loudly, snapping her out of her stupor.
"Ah! What?"
"Are you going to eat something or not?"
Numbuh Three-sixty-two hadn't realized that she had been involuntarily following Lawrence for the past few minutes and they were at the front of the line next to the serving area.
"Uh…sure…I may as well get something," she said nervously as she watched one of the cooks lean over the counter to give Lawrence a high-five.
"How's it going, sir?" the cook said.
"It's going okay, Darren. Just showing these lot around the ship."
Darren looked at the Operatives and snorted.
"If there's one thing I hate about the Kids Next Door, it's that they have no idea that what they eat always leads to their defeat."
"I love it when you say that," Lawrence said, chuckling a little.
"And what would you know about the stuff we eat?" Numbuh Eighty-six barked at Darren.
"Well, I used to be in the Kids Next Door and what I learned was that all you Operatives eat is sugary and caffeinated garbage," Darren said, "No protein, no minerals, no vitamins, no lasting energy. It's a wonder how you guys don't have sugar crashes sooner during battles, and the condition of your teeth. I just couldn't stand the sight and smell of what to me looked like scurvy."
Just before Numbuh Eighty-six could snap at him Lawrence held up his hand to stop her.
"Don't mind Darren here, he's just bitter because his amazing cooking skills were laughed at while he was in the Kids Next Door. All they wanted was icecream and soda, none of this outstanding food he cooks."
"Aww, you're making me blush," Darren said, "Or that could just be from working all day in the heat."
"Just get us some food, Darren," William said with a smile.
"Coming right up," Darren said as he backed up into the kitchen.
"So what's this guy make anyways?" Numbuh Two asked.
"Looks like it's the roast beef dinner tonight," William said, looking at the menu on the wall in front of him, "If that doesn't suit your fancy there're vending machines just over there that can give you a hot meal too. It's not as fresh made but it's pretty good."
"What do they have there?" Numbuh Four asked.
"Pizzas, cheeseburgers, chicken, turkey, you name it."
"Okay I'm in."
"I'll show them the machines," Lawrence said, "They'll need me there. You get what you want, Will."
William nodded and continued to talk to Darren after he appeared through the opening again as Lawrence led the KND operatives towards the machines. There wasn't anything special about them, just ordinary looking vending machines with pictures of food and drinks replacing the glass front. Lawrence took out what looked like a large punch card and slid it into the open slot on the front of the machine above the keypad.
"There we go, I've got more than enough credits to get everyone here something they like. Don't take forever though, we've got some important military strategies to talk about. I'd also like to learn the rest of your names, real names that is."
The operatives looked at each other and shrugged as Lawrence stood aside from the machine and let them choose something to eat. After waiting for a few minutes for Numbuh Two to gather up four different dinners and drinks Lawrence led them over a table on the far side of the mess hall, where there was another UKA soldier sitting at the table. They couldn't see his face because he had his head down and one hand was working on what looked like a mechanical arm, as Lawrence and the KND operatives sat down the soldier didn't look up from his work.
"General Lawrence," the soldier said, his voice deep and with a thick German accent to it.
"Hey there Vincent," Lawrence said, "Arm troubles again?"
"Yes, sir. The servos inside of it seized up last night when I was sleeping. I think I forgot to oil it after that battle we had two days ago."
"Why don't you use two hands?" Numbuh Two asked Vincent as he watched him repair the arm one-handed.
"Two reasons, one because I'm nearly done. The second is because I've only got the one hand."
Vincent put down the screwdriver in his hand and then picked up the mechanical arm by the shoulder and then slotting it onto the left side of his body. The operatives watched, in awe of what they were witnessing as Vincent twisted the arm and a loud click sounded before his arm started beeping and his fingers started to move.
"There we go, much better," he said, moving his mechanical arm around slightly before relaxing it on the table. Lawrence smiled as he patted Vincent's back.
"Kids Next Door, I want you to meet Captain Vincent Ubermire. Leader of the UKA Cyborg Commandos."
The operatives stared at Vincent, completely amazed at his appearance now that he was sitting up. His uniform was colored silver and half coated with battle-scarred metal plating, on his right arm was what appeared to be part of some sort of exoskeleton frame, on it there was a small cannon and a folded up, flat bladed, black sword. Upon closer examination, his left arm was much bulkier, also battle scarred. His knuckles had large and pointed ridges and the tips of his fingers and thumb had small holes in them, on his wrist there was a small hatch and behind that on his arm was a small computer screen. His facial complexion was pretty standard of his nationality, the only exception were the several scars on his face, the wires in his neck and behind his ears and the eye patch over his right eye.
"Hey…um…how'd you get the eye patch?" Numbuh Four asked.
"Got it in my first battle against the Kids Next Door," Vincent said darkly, "I was hit by a Marble. It cost me my eye, my left arm and both of my legs. Thankfully UKA medical technology was able to keep me alive and Bio-mechanical replacements gave me my life back once I learned to live day to day with them."
"Oh…" Numbuh Five said, "Uh…you don't have a certain grudge against us, do you?"
"No, not anymore. I've killed my fair share of Operatives in order to avenge myself for the pain and suffering I had to go though."
Vincent let out a sigh then lowered his head. Lawrence shook his head in pity then nudged Vincent as he took out a small box from his pocket.
"Aw, cheer up buddy. Think of all the physiological damage you caused those Operatives after they saw you rip their best buddies in half. Anyways, I got you a little something, picked it up from the Tech Deck this morning."
Vincent looked up and then took the box from Lawrence's open hand before opening it up, once he did he smiled and held up what appeared to be a black ball with what looked like three different size scopes protruding out of it.
"They finally modified it," he muttered as he pulled the eye patch off his face and then took the black ball and pushed it into his open eye socket. The KND dropped whatever food was in their hands and once again, stared at Vincent as he held the ball in his eye socket for a few seconds before moving his hand. The black ball turned out to instead be a bionic eye, a point proven when Vincent looked around the room with his eyes, the scopes in his right eye in perfect synchronization with the pupil in his left eye, a shutter operating inside the scopes whenever he blinked.
"Everything seems to be working perfectly. I'm so glad they managed to install an ultraviolet setting in this thing," he said before looking down at the chicken dinner than Numbuh Two hadn't touched. "Are you gonna eat that?"
"No thanks, I've sorta lost my appitite," Numbuh Two said.
"Suit yourself," Vincent said as he took the food and started eating.
"Vincent here is one of the first Cyborg Commandoes," Lawrence said as the rest of the operatives pushed their trays away, also losing their appetite from watching Vincent's bionic eye fall into his mashed potatoes which he picked up and slotted back into his eye socket while cursing in German and then continued eating. "It's a real shame what happened to him but I think that now after years being half kid half robot he's gained a new perspective and outlook on life. He's now one of the most feared soldiers in the United Kids Alliance. Over one thousand confirmed kills and nearly twice as many successful missions."
"I try my best," Vincent said as he rubbed his potato covered eye.
"Ewww, stop thatttt," Numbuh Three said.
"Ack! It itches though."
"Go wash your eye out, Vincent. For goodness sake I'm trying to run a military here, not a slapstick comedy."
Vincent nodded before getting up and shuffling his way past Numbuh Eighty-six and Numbuh One before taking his eye out once more and heading out of the mess hall. Lawrence shook his head and took off his helmet.
"Anyways," he said, setting it down on the table, "Firstly before we get onto this massive attack I should really get to know what your real names actually are. I already know Numbuh Three-sixty-two's name so it would be nice if you could tell me yours."
"Why do you want to know our real names?" Numbuh One said.
"It's just easier for me to call out to one of you when in a heated situation such as a firefight," Lawrence replied, "Plus I really hate the coding system in the Kids Next Door. Don't get me wrong, I see what you're trying to do but it's just too much of a hassle."
Numbuh One sighed and shook his head.
"Just give me your first and last name, I don't need your life's story."
"Very well. My name is Nigel Uno."
"I'm Hoagie Gilligan," Numbuh Two said before going back to his food.
"My name is Kuki Sanban," Numbuh Three said, "I love Rainbow Monkeys and cats and I really love Bradly my pet skun-"
Lawrence slammed his fist on the table before Numbuh Three continued.
"I did say no life stories, you can tell me all that later, okay?" he said before turning to Numbuh Four, "Over to you then."
"I'm Wallaby Beetles. Just don't call me Wally okay? I hate being called that."
"I understand. I show allies the same respect as my own troops."
"I'm Abigail Lincoln," Numbuh Five said as she leaned forwards towards Lawrence. Lawrence smiled and then nodded.
"So then Numbuh Eighty-six, you've been awfully quiet. What's your name then?"
Numbuh Eighty-six stared unblinking in Lawrence's eyes.
"Why should I tell you?" she asked flatly.
"Well, I'm trying to keep things friendly. After all, we were the only help that you were going to get and because of that it looks like we'll be working together for a while. Order through unity, that's what I say."
"Well guess what, traitor; I'm not telling you anything."
Lawrence leaned back and shrugged.
"Fair enough…Fanny."
Numbuh Eighty-six stared blankly at Lawrence, her face slowly going red.
"What did you just call me?" she said sternly.
"Your name. I heard Rachel say in when we were down in the medical bay, I'm not deaf you know."
Numbuh Eighty-six ground her teeth and jumped up, ready to pounce on Lawrence when a loud ping sounded and she felt something cool and sharp pressed against her neck. She froze and looked down to see a long black blade against her neck, she then looked up to see who the owner of the fearsome weapon was and saw Vincent's cold and emotionless face staring back down at her, his bionic eye glowing red. She looked to her friends and saw that they were cowering against the table, their gazes focused on something behind her. When Numbuh Eighty-six looked to the left and right of her she could see that every UKA soldier that was sitting near them had their sidearms drawn and were staring down the KND operatives, when she looked back to Lawrence she saw that he had his sidearm out too and was aiming it at her.

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Lawrence let out a sigh, lowered his hands and then continued walking. The operatives continued to stare forwards, glad that he had gone quiet, eventually they reached the unusually large doors with "Mess Hall" written on them. The doors slid open and the KND were amazed to see the sheer size of the mess hall. It had to be the size of several footfall fields; packed with long tables in the middle and smaller round tables around the edges, over to the left of the door was the kitchen where a large number of military cooks were either serving UKA soldiers or cooking some unseen but delicious smelling food that wafted from over a metal wall separating the kitchen from the rest of the mess hall. Most of the tables around the mess hall were packed with UKA soldiers, but what was strange was that there seemed to be different colored camouflage garments and helmets. Numbuh Three-sixty-two scanned the closest soldiers to her, a few of them looked up then went back to talking or eating. There were soldiers who were wearing the same camouflage fatigues and helmets as Lawrence, close to them were the black armor and uniform clad Starfleet Marines. She didn't recognize the other two groups of soldiers, one had camouflage that looked as if they had rolled around in mud and grass while the camouflage on the soldiers sitting across from them looked like they had stood too close to the previous soldiers and got mud and dirt all over them. What was more intriguing was that most of the mud splattered soldiers didn't have helmets, instead they had wide brimmed hats with the same muddy color to them. The tops of the hats had four very large depressions in them but it didn't seem to bother the soldiers who were wearing them.
"Rachel!" Lawrence said loudly, snapping her out of her stupor.
"Ah! What?"
"Are you going to eat something or not?"
Numbuh Three-sixty-two hadn't realized that she had been involuntarily following Lawrence for the past few minutes and they were at the front of the line next to the serving area.
"Uh…sure…I may as well get something," she said nervously as she watched one of the cooks lean over the counter to give Lawrence a high-five.
"How's it going, sir?" the cook said.
"It's going okay, Darren. Just showing these lot around the ship."
Darren looked at the Operatives and snorted.
"If there's one thing I hate about the Kids Next Door, it's that they have no idea that what they eat always leads to their defeat."
"I love it when you say that," Lawrence said, chuckling a little.
"And what would you know about the stuff we eat?" Numbuh Eighty-six barked at Darren.
"Well, I used to be in the Kids Next Door and what I learned was that all you Operatives eat is sugary and caffeinated garbage," Darren said, "No protein, no minerals, no vitamins, no lasting energy. It's a wonder how you guys don't have sugar crashes sooner during battles, and the condition of your teeth. I just couldn't stand the sight and smell of what to me looked like scurvy."
Just before Numbuh Eighty-six could snap at him Lawrence held up his hand to stop her.
"Don't mind Darren here, he's just bitter because his amazing cooking skills were laughed at while he was in the Kids Next Door. All they wanted was icecream and soda, none of this outstanding food he cooks."
"Aww, you're making me blush," Darren said, "Or that could just be from working all day in the heat."
"Just get us some food, Darren," William said with a smile.
"Coming right up," Darren said as he backed up into the kitchen.
"So what's this guy make anyways?" Numbuh Two asked.
"Looks like it's the roast beef dinner tonight," William said, looking at the menu on the wall in front of him, "If that doesn't suit your fancy there're vending machines just over there that can give you a hot meal too. It's not as fresh made but it's pretty good."
"What do they have there?" Numbuh Four asked.
"Pizzas, cheeseburgers, chicken, turkey, you name it."
"Okay I'm in."
"I'll show them the machines," Lawrence said, "They'll need me there. You get what you want, Will."
William nodded and continued to talk to Darren after he appeared through the opening again as Lawrence led the KND operatives towards the machines. There wasn't anything special about them, just ordinary looking vending machines with pictures of food and drinks replacing the glass front. Lawrence took out what looked like a large punch card and slid it into the open slot on the front of the machine above the keypad.
"There we go, I've got more than enough credits to get everyone here something they like. Don't take forever though, we've got some important military strategies to talk about. I'd also like to learn the rest of your names, real names that is."
The operatives looked at each other and shrugged as Lawrence stood aside from the machine and let them choose something to eat. After waiting for a few minutes for Numbuh Two to gather up four different dinners and drinks Lawrence led them over a table on the far side of the mess hall, where there was another UKA soldier sitting at the table. They couldn't see his face because he had his head down and one hand was working on what looked like a mechanical arm, as Lawrence and the KND operatives sat down the soldier didn't look up from his work.
"General Lawrence," the soldier said, his voice deep and with a thick German accent to it.
"Hey there Vincent," Lawrence said, "Arm troubles again?"
"Yes, sir. The servos inside of it seized up last night when I was sleeping. I think I forgot to oil it after that battle we had two days ago."
"Why don't you use two hands?" Numbuh Two asked Vincent as he watched him repair the arm one-handed.
"Two reasons, one because I'm nearly done. The second is because I've only got the one hand."
Vincent put down the screwdriver in his hand and then picked up the mechanical arm by the shoulder and then slotting it onto the left side of his body. The operatives watched, in awe of what they were witnessing as Vincent twisted the arm and a loud click sounded before his arm started beeping and his fingers started to move.
"There we go, much better," he said, moving his mechanical arm around slightly before relaxing it on the table. Lawrence smiled as he patted Vincent's back.
"Kids Next Door, I want you to meet Captain Vincent Ubermire. Leader of the UKA Cyborg Commandos."
The operatives stared at Vincent, completely amazed at his appearance now that he was sitting up. His uniform was colored silver and half coated with battle-scarred metal plating, on his right arm was what appeared to be part of some sort of exoskeleton frame, on it there was a small cannon and a folded up, flat bladed, black sword. Upon closer examination, his left arm was much bulkier, also battle scarred. His knuckles had large and pointed ridges and the tips of his fingers and thumb had small holes in them, on his wrist there was a small hatch and behind that on his arm was a small computer screen. His facial complexion was pretty standard of his nationality, the only exception were the several scars on his face, the wires in his neck and behind his ears and the eye patch over his right eye.
"Hey…um…how'd you get the eye patch?" Numbuh Four asked.
"Got it in my first battle against the Kids Next Door," Vincent said darkly, "I was hit by a Marble. It cost me my eye, my left arm and both of my legs. Thankfully UKA medical technology was able to keep me alive and Bio-mechanical replacements gave me my life back once I learned to live day to day with them."
"Oh…" Numbuh Five said, "Uh…you don't have a certain grudge against us, do you?"
"No, not anymore. I've killed my fair share of Operatives in order to avenge myself for the pain and suffering I had to go though."
Vincent let out a sigh then lowered his head. Lawrence shook his head in pity then nudged Vincent as he took out a small box from his pocket.
"Aw, cheer up buddy. Think of all the physiological damage you caused those Operatives after they saw you rip their best buddies in half. Anyways, I got you a little something, picked it up from the Tech Deck this morning."
Vincent looked up and then took the box from Lawrence's open hand before opening it up, once he did he smiled and held up what appeared to be a black ball with what looked like three different size scopes protruding out of it.
"They finally modified it," he muttered as he pulled the eye patch off his face and then took the black ball and pushed it into his open eye socket. The KND dropped whatever food was in their hands and once again, stared at Vincent as he held the ball in his eye socket for a few seconds before moving his hand. The black ball turned out to instead be a bionic eye, a point proven when Vincent looked around the room with his eyes, the scopes in his right eye in perfect synchronization with the pupil in his left eye, a shutter operating inside the scopes whenever he blinked.
"Everything seems to be working perfectly. I'm so glad they managed to install an ultraviolet setting in this thing," he said before looking down at the chicken dinner than Numbuh Two hadn't touched. "Are you gonna eat that?"
"No thanks, I've sorta lost my appitite," Numbuh Two said.
"Suit yourself," Vincent said as he took the food and started eating.
"Vincent here is one of the first Cyborg Commandoes," Lawrence said as the rest of the operatives pushed their trays away, also losing their appetite from watching Vincent's bionic eye fall into his mashed potatoes which he picked up and slotted back into his eye socket while cursing in German and then continued eating. "It's a real shame what happened to him but I think that now after years being half kid half robot he's gained a new perspective and outlook on life. He's now one of the most feared soldiers in the United Kids Alliance. Over one thousand confirmed kills and nearly twice as many successful missions."
"I try my best," Vincent said as he rubbed his potato covered eye.
"Ewww, stop thatttt," Numbuh Three said.
"Ack! It itches though."
"Go wash your eye out, Vincent. For goodness sake I'm trying to run a military here, not a slapstick comedy."
Vincent nodded before getting up and shuffling his way past Numbuh Eighty-six and Numbuh One before taking his eye out once more and heading out of the mess hall. Lawrence shook his head and took off his helmet.
"Anyways," he said, setting it down on the table, "Firstly before we get onto this massive attack I should really get to know what your real names actually are. I already know Numbuh Three-sixty-two's name so it would be nice if you could tell me yours."
"Why do you want to know our real names?" Numbuh One said.
"It's just easier for me to call out to one of you when in a heated situation such as a firefight," Lawrence replied, "Plus I really hate the coding system in the Kids Next Door. Don't get me wrong, I see what you're trying to do but it's just too much of a hassle."
Numbuh One sighed and shook his head.
"Just give me your first and last name, I don't need your life's story."
"Very well. My name is Nigel Uno."
"I'm Hoagie Gilligan," Numbuh Two said before going back to his food.
"My name is Kuki Sanban," Numbuh Three said, "I love Rainbow Monkeys and cats and I really love Bradly my pet skun-"
Lawrence slammed his fist on the table before Numbuh Three continued.
"I did say no life stories, you can tell me all that later, okay?" he said before turning to Numbuh Four, "Over to you then."
"I'm Wallaby Beetles. Just don't call me Wally okay? I hate being called that."
"I understand. I show allies the same respect as my own troops."
"I'm Abigail Lincoln," Numbuh Five said as she leaned forwards towards Lawrence. Lawrence smiled and then nodded.
"So then Numbuh Eighty-six, you've been awfully quiet. What's your name then?"
Numbuh Eighty-six stared unblinking in Lawrence's eyes.
"Why should I tell you?" she asked flatly.
"Well, I'm trying to keep things friendly. After all, we were the only help that you were going to get and because of that it looks like we'll be working together for a while. Order through unity, that's what I say."
"Well guess what, traitor; I'm not telling you anything."
Lawrence leaned back and shrugged.
"Fair enough…Fanny."
Numbuh Eighty-six stared blankly at Lawrence, her face slowly going red.
"What did you just call me?" she said sternly.
"Your name. I heard Rachel say in when we were down in the medical bay, I'm not deaf you know."
Numbuh Eighty-six ground her teeth and jumped up, ready to pounce on Lawrence when a loud ping sounded and she felt something cool and sharp pressed against her neck. She froze and looked down to see a long black blade against her neck, she then looked up to see who the owner of the fearsome weapon was and saw Vincent's cold and emotionless face staring back down at her, his bionic eye glowing red. She looked to her friends and saw that they were cowering against the table, their gazes focused on something behind her. When Numbuh Eighty-six looked to the left and right of her she could see that every UKA soldier that was sitting near them had their sidearms drawn and were staring down the KND operatives, when she looked back to Lawrence she saw that he had his sidearm out too and was aiming it at her.