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Numbuh Three-sixty-two crouched down behind the improvised barricade. The Moonbase's sensors had picked up a large number of Ice-cream men advancing on their position. Ice-cream men were the basic infantry of the Adult's evil army, armed with ice-cream cannons and wearing protective wafflecone armor they were tough foes. At least they weren't being backed up by the Teenagers. The role of the Teenagers was that they were the shock troopers and Special Forces. Most of this was thanks to their Battle Ready Armor and bikes, but luckily the larger they were the less intelligence they had. Numbuh Three-sixty-two looked up from behind her cover and stared down the hallway, several of the lights had burnt out, casing eerie shadows on the walls, making the operatives near her nervous and jumpy.
"Anything yet?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two said to an operative next to her who was checking a computer for the incoming Ice-cream men.
"Negative, sir. They should've been here several minutes ago."
"Where did you last get a reading on them?"
"Uhhhh, hallway Seven-Two-B. I just blinked and they were gone."
"Run a diagnostics scan, it could be a glitch," Numbuh Three-sixty-two ordered as she suddenly looked down the hallway, the shadows had moved. "They're here! Everyone stand ready!"
The operatives all took their positions behind the cover and aimed their weapons on the shadows. At first from a distance she couldn't tell who's they were but as the shadows got closer she noticed something; Ice-cream men usually run together in an unorganized pack so that they could spread out the second they got into the room and hose them with as much frozen treats as possible. These shadows were different, the profiles seemed to be slightly lower than adults, a few would occasionally move as if they were looking for something. As they got closer Numbuh Three-sixty-two raised her weapon to fire but the shadows stopped suddenly and got even lower to the ground. She watched as one raised an arm in the air, moved their head, then thrust it forwards. Two loud bangs echoed through the room as a small shockwave shook Numbuh Three-sixty-two, making her feel dizzy and drop her weapon. Shouts and smaller, muffled explosions filled the air, as she tried to get up to see what was going on a massive black mass leapt over the wall, pushed her down to the ground and then crouched down in front of her as the front of the figure flashed a rapid and bright yellow light. Numbuh Three-sixty-two tried to get up again but the figure pushed her down once more and span around a few times, she looked up and through the glare of the sun she could see that the figure was clad in an all-black armor and uniform, the weapon in his hands was nothing like she had ever seen. It nearly looked like a Phlazer but made out of one material, a large rectangle protruded from the underside of the weapon and there was what appeared to be a shield on the front of the frame just before the barrel. As her ears stopped ringing she was able to hear what was going on.
"Hold your fire, Marines!" A familiar voice said. "Room's clear, we got 'em!"
Numbuh Three-sixty-two shakily got to her feet and looked around, the bridge was almost packed with black-clad soldiers that she had never seen before. Most of them were crouched down and sweeping their weapons from side to side, one by one they slowly stood up and lowered their weapons. That's when the smell hit Numbuh Three-sixty-two, a stench of burnt metal, oil, smoke and a faint whiff of copper polluted the room, she coughed and then looked around at the newcomers, several of them were by the door, aiming down it. A few leaped over the barricade to check on her fellow operatives and lean over the railing behind her. Most however seemed to be moving around the room, examining several crumpled heaps of something on the floor. Numbuh Three-sixty-two's eye suddenly caught something strange, one of the newcomers was dressed differently. Instead of wearing the black uniforms, this soldier appeared to be wearing a full camouflage uniform, armor, helmet and black boots. Slung over his shoulder was a much smaller weapon to the other soldiers who were in front of him, either looking around or listening to what he was saying. One of the soldiers pointed to Numbuh Three-sixty-two and the outcast soldier turned and faced her, on his helmet were five small silver stars arranged in a small pentagon, she assumed that the soldier looking at her now was General Lawrence Rogers.
"For someone who's leading a small, battle worn and paranoid army you sure don't look as if it's gotten to you yet." Lawrence said as he walked over, several of his soldiers following close behind, looking at Numbuh Three-sixty-two with distasteful expressions. "I have a hunch that you're the one in charge around here."
"Y-yes, I'm Numbuh Three-sixty-two. I'm the supreme commander of the Kids Next Door."
"Uh-huh, you got a proper name? I just wanna know so I don't end up calling you Three-six-two all day, it'll get annoying for all of us, trust me."
"O-oh…Um, it's Rachel."
Lawrence nodded as his right hand rested on his hip, Numbuh Three-sixty-two looked down a little and saw that his hand was on a holster, inside of it was what looked like a very large sidearm, much bigger than what the Kids Next Door had. "I had a friend named Rachel once," Lawrence said, making Numbuh Three-sixty-two look up. "I liked her, she was really friendly and fun loving. Right up until she tried to kill me, too bad she forgot who I was, and what I carry with me at all times." He chuckled as he patted his sidearm, a few of the soldiers behind him smiled a little.
"So…who are these guys here?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked as she looked behind Lawrence to examine his soldiers.
"Oh, these here are the UKA Starfleet Marines. Tough bunch of troopers if you ask me. Heck, they'll even prove it if you ask them enough, although that usually results in a lot of violence so don't try and ask them more than twice."
"Is this all you have to fight the Adults and Teenagers?"
"Don't be stupid, I've got more than a hundred ships out there packed with thousands of battle-ready soldiers with more on the way. So then," Lawrence said as he pulled his weapon from behind him and held it across his chest, "Want to go kick some more butt? I'll make sure we don't use stun grenades this time."
"Is that was those things were earlier?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked irritably.
"Had to use them so we could get you and your Operatives out of the crossfire," Lawrence said, "It's a good thing you all got down out of instinct, you could've been destroyed if we hadn't come along.
"What do you mean?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked quietly. Lawrence simply pointed down to the ground a few feet away from them. There, lying facedown on the floor was the body of a Teenager, still clad in their Battle Ready Armor and with a small, crimson pool starting to seep out from underneath the crumpled soldier. Numbuh Three-sixty-two stared in shock as one of the Marines walked over to the body and prodded it with his weapon a few times.
"Yeah, he's not gonna get up from that," The Marine said. Lawrence let out a little sigh and then turned to Numbuh Three-sixty-two.
"Yes, he's dead. But believe me, where I come from it isn't a rare sight."
"How…why…?"
Lawrence bit his lower lip and moved into Numbuh Three-sixty-two's line of sight. "Look, I know it isn't pretty and I know that this isn't something that you've ever seen before. Rachel, you have to believe me when I say this; the Adults and Teenagers would've done this to both you and any operative who fought back. I've seen both enemies and friends die in some pretty nasty ways and it does haunt me but it's what I have to endure it nearly every day because if I don't my home and my friends will be in jeopardy."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two shuddered and rubbed her eyes. "How can you put up with stuff like that every day?"
"You get used to it." Lawrence said as one of his Marines nudged him, "What?"
"We've got a live one," the Marine said, stepping aside to show two Marines holding up a wounded Teenager. The Teenager was breathing heavily and slowly, his head down, Battle Ready Armor torn apart. Lawrence walked over and crouched down next to the Teenager, staring at him. The Teenager looked up a little.
"There we go, I knew that there was something left in that empty husk you call a skull," Lawrence said darkly. Numbuh Three-sixty-two and the KND operatives all leaned closer to watch. "So whatca doin' here, attacking these kids then, hm?"
"We're just doing what we were told to, dude. Father ord-"
"Shut it, pimple-face. Don't use that surfer slang with me. Now cough up what you know or I'll have you cough up your blood instead."
"L-look, we were just told to take out the Kids Next Door. Father's the one in charge of this whole thing. H-he's being backed up by all the Adult Villains, us Teenagers and any kid who wants to join him in exchange for some privileges."
"Good, good. You've bought yourself a few extra minutes. Now will you be kind enough to tell me where the rest of the Moonbase invasion force is?" Lawrence said, giving the Marines hand signals. The Marines picked up the Teenager and held him as he looked up again.
"I dunno, the hangar down below us maybe."
Lawrence nodded once more and then looked to the railing then back to the Teenager. "Here's a mad thought, is the fastest way down to the hangar just over this railing?"
"Yeah, we used our rockets to get up here. Uh, there's like, a hallway that leads to the hangar if you get down there."
Lawrence clapped his hands together and smiled. "Excellent. Now then, I guess we'd better rappel down then, Marines." A few of the Marines nodded and walked over to the railing. On their backs were somewhat large duffel bags, the Marines took them off and then opened them up and pulled several lengths of rope and climbing anchors and clamps and began to hook them up to the railing. Lawrence leaned against the railing and looked down. "How far down is this?"
"I don't know really," Numbuh Three-sixty-two said. "I never really looked down there."
"Well, I want to know if it's fatal if someone falls off this thing," Lawrence stood up snapped his fingers and pointed to the abyss below. The Marines carrying the Teenager nodded and hauled him over to the railing.
"What the heck!?" The panicked Teenager said, "I thought you said I had a few more minutes!"
"Yeah, a few more minutes, to live." Lawrence opened up his arm and the Marines charged forwards, hurling the Teen over the railing. Lawrence and several of the Marines leaned over to watch as the screaming Teenager tumbled and then suddenly stopped with a sickening crunch. Numbuh Three-sixty-two however, was watching and when she saw the Teen hit the floor with a dead stop her jaw dropped. She looked up and saw Lawrence chuckling to himself and patting the backs of the two Marines who were carrying the Teenager. "Excellent work you two."
"How could you laugh at that?" Nhmber Three-sixty-two asked, horrified, "I thought you said that stuff like this haunted your thoughts."
Lawrence looked up at her as he was clipped onto the rappelling line. "Actually I said that the nasty deaths of friends and enemies haunt me. The funny ones however keep me in stitches for days, mostly because they're all in stitches afterwards." Lawrence laughed a little as he hopped over the railing and slowly slid down the rope to the ground below. The Starfleet Marines followed him the second they were hooked up, one Marine held onto the other side of the rail and looked up at the KND operatives.
"Aren't you guys coming?" he asked.
"Uh…we'll go a different way to get to the hangar," Numbuh Three-sixty-two said. Lawrence's voice was heard from far down below.
"Hey, Rachel! Don't hang around, we've got to get to the hangar now. Hook yourselves up and come on!"

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Numbuh Three-sixty-two crouched down behind the improvised barricade. The Moonbase's sensors had picked up a large number of Ice-cream men advancing on their position. Ice-cream men were the basic infantry of the Adult's evil army, armed with ice-cream cannons and wearing protective wafflecone armor they were tough foes. At least they weren't being backed up by the Teenagers. The role of the Teenagers was that they were the shock troopers and Special Forces. Most of this was thanks to their Battle Ready Armor and bikes, but luckily the larger they were the less intelligence they had. Numbuh Three-sixty-two looked up from behind her cover and stared down the hallway, several of the lights had burnt out, casing eerie shadows on the walls, making the operatives near her nervous and jumpy.
"Anything yet?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two said to an operative next to her who was checking a computer for the incoming Ice-cream men.
"Negative, sir. They should've been here several minutes ago."
"Where did you last get a reading on them?"
"Uhhhh, hallway Seven-Two-B. I just blinked and they were gone."
"Run a diagnostics scan, it could be a glitch," Numbuh Three-sixty-two ordered as she suddenly looked down the hallway, the shadows had moved. "They're here! Everyone stand ready!"
The operatives all took their positions behind the cover and aimed their weapons on the shadows. At first from a distance she couldn't tell who's they were but as the shadows got closer she noticed something; Ice-cream men usually run together in an unorganized pack so that they could spread out the second they got into the room and hose them with as much frozen treats as possible. These shadows were different, the profiles seemed to be slightly lower than adults, a few would occasionally move as if they were looking for something. As they got closer Numbuh Three-sixty-two raised her weapon to fire but the shadows stopped suddenly and got even lower to the ground. She watched as one raised an arm in the air, moved their head, then thrust it forwards. Two loud bangs echoed through the room as a small shockwave shook Numbuh Three-sixty-two, making her feel dizzy and drop her weapon. Shouts and smaller, muffled explosions filled the air, as she tried to get up to see what was going on a massive black mass leapt over the wall, pushed her down to the ground and then crouched down in front of her as the front of the figure flashed a rapid and bright yellow light. Numbuh Three-sixty-two tried to get up again but the figure pushed her down once more and span around a few times, she looked up and through the glare of the sun she could see that the figure was clad in an all-black armor and uniform, the weapon in his hands was nothing like she had ever seen. It nearly looked like a Phlazer but made out of one material, a large rectangle protruded from the underside of the weapon and there was what appeared to be a shield on the front of the frame just before the barrel. As her ears stopped ringing she was able to hear what was going on.
"Hold your fire, Marines!" A familiar voice said. "Room's clear, we got 'em!"
Numbuh Three-sixty-two shakily got to her feet and looked around, the bridge was almost packed with black-clad soldiers that she had never seen before. Most of them were crouched down and sweeping their weapons from side to side, one by one they slowly stood up and lowered their weapons. That's when the smell hit Numbuh Three-sixty-two, a stench of burnt metal, oil, smoke and a faint whiff of copper polluted the room, she coughed and then looked around at the newcomers, several of them were by the door, aiming down it. A few leaped over the barricade to check on her fellow operatives and lean over the railing behind her. Most however seemed to be moving around the room, examining several crumpled heaps of something on the floor. Numbuh Three-sixty-two's eye suddenly caught something strange, one of the newcomers was dressed differently. Instead of wearing the black uniforms, this soldier appeared to be wearing a full camouflage uniform, armor, helmet and black boots. Slung over his shoulder was a much smaller weapon to the other soldiers who were in front of him, either looking around or listening to what he was saying. One of the soldiers pointed to Numbuh Three-sixty-two and the outcast soldier turned and faced her, on his helmet were five small silver stars arranged in a small pentagon, she assumed that the soldier looking at her now was General Lawrence Rogers.
"For someone who's leading a small, battle worn and paranoid army you sure don't look as if it's gotten to you yet." Lawrence said as he walked over, several of his soldiers following close behind, looking at Numbuh Three-sixty-two with distasteful expressions. "I have a hunch that you're the one in charge around here."
"Y-yes, I'm Numbuh Three-sixty-two. I'm the supreme commander of the Kids Next Door."
"Uh-huh, you got a proper name? I just wanna know so I don't end up calling you Three-six-two all day, it'll get annoying for all of us, trust me."
"O-oh…Um, it's Rachel."
Lawrence nodded as his right hand rested on his hip, Numbuh Three-sixty-two looked down a little and saw that his hand was on a holster, inside of it was what looked like a very large sidearm, much bigger than what the Kids Next Door had. "I had a friend named Rachel once," Lawrence said, making Numbuh Three-sixty-two look up. "I liked her, she was really friendly and fun loving. Right up until she tried to kill me, too bad she forgot who I was, and what I carry with me at all times." He chuckled as he patted his sidearm, a few of the soldiers behind him smiled a little.
"So…who are these guys here?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked as she looked behind Lawrence to examine his soldiers.
"Oh, these here are the UKA Starfleet Marines. Tough bunch of troopers if you ask me. Heck, they'll even prove it if you ask them enough, although that usually results in a lot of violence so don't try and ask them more than twice."
"Is this all you have to fight the Adults and Teenagers?"
"Don't be stupid, I've got more than a hundred ships out there packed with thousands of battle-ready soldiers with more on the way. So then," Lawrence said as he pulled his weapon from behind him and held it across his chest, "Want to go kick some more butt? I'll make sure we don't use stun grenades this time."
"Is that was those things were earlier?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked irritably.
"Had to use them so we could get you and your Operatives out of the crossfire," Lawrence said, "It's a good thing you all got down out of instinct, you could've been destroyed if we hadn't come along.
"What do you mean?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked quietly. Lawrence simply pointed down to the ground a few feet away from them. There, lying facedown on the floor was the body of a Teenager, still clad in their Battle Ready Armor and with a small, crimson pool starting to seep out from underneath the crumpled soldier. Numbuh Three-sixty-two stared in shock as one of the Marines walked over to the body and prodded it with his weapon a few times.
"Yeah, he's not gonna get up from that," The Marine said. Lawrence let out a little sigh and then turned to Numbuh Three-sixty-two.
"Yes, he's dead. But believe me, where I come from it isn't a rare sight."
"How…why…?"
Lawrence bit his lower lip and moved into Numbuh Three-sixty-two's line of sight. "Look, I know it isn't pretty and I know that this isn't something that you've ever seen before. Rachel, you have to believe me when I say this; the Adults and Teenagers would've done this to both you and any operative who fought back. I've seen both enemies and friends die in some pretty nasty ways and it does haunt me but it's what I have to endure it nearly every day because if I don't my home and my friends will be in jeopardy."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two shuddered and rubbed her eyes. "How can you put up with stuff like that every day?"
"You get used to it." Lawrence said as one of his Marines nudged him, "What?"
"We've got a live one," the Marine said, stepping aside to show two Marines holding up a wounded Teenager. The Teenager was breathing heavily and slowly, his head down, Battle Ready Armor torn apart. Lawrence walked over and crouched down next to the Teenager, staring at him. The Teenager looked up a little.
"There we go, I knew that there was something left in that empty husk you call a skull," Lawrence said darkly. Numbuh Three-sixty-two and the KND operatives all leaned closer to watch. "So whatca doin' here, attacking these kids then, hm?"
"We're just doing what we were told to, dude. Father ord-"
"Shut it, pimple-face. Don't use that surfer slang with me. Now cough up what you know or I'll have you cough up your blood instead."
"L-look, we were just told to take out the Kids Next Door. Father's the one in charge of this whole thing. H-he's being backed up by all the Adult Villains, us Teenagers and any kid who wants to join him in exchange for some privileges."
"Good, good. You've bought yourself a few extra minutes. Now will you be kind enough to tell me where the rest of the Moonbase invasion force is?" Lawrence said, giving the Marines hand signals. The Marines picked up the Teenager and held him as he looked up again.
"I dunno, the hangar down below us maybe."
Lawrence nodded once more and then looked to the railing then back to the Teenager. "Here's a mad thought, is the fastest way down to the hangar just over this railing?"
"Yeah, we used our rockets to get up here. Uh, there's like, a hallway that leads to the hangar if you get down there."
Lawrence clapped his hands together and smiled. "Excellent. Now then, I guess we'd better rappel down then, Marines." A few of the Marines nodded and walked over to the railing. On their backs were somewhat large duffel bags, the Marines took them off and then opened them up and pulled several lengths of rope and climbing anchors and clamps and began to hook them up to the railing. Lawrence leaned against the railing and looked down. "How far down is this?"
"I don't know really," Numbuh Three-sixty-two said. "I never really looked down there."
"Well, I want to know if it's fatal if someone falls off this thing," Lawrence stood up snapped his fingers and pointed to the abyss below. The Marines carrying the Teenager nodded and hauled him over to the railing.
"What the heck!?" The panicked Teenager said, "I thought you said I had a few more minutes!"
"Yeah, a few more minutes, to live." Lawrence opened up his arm and the Marines charged forwards, hurling the Teen over the railing. Lawrence and several of the Marines leaned over to watch as the screaming Teenager tumbled and then suddenly stopped with a sickening crunch. Numbuh Three-sixty-two however, was watching and when she saw the Teen hit the floor with a dead stop her jaw dropped. She looked up and saw Lawrence chuckling to himself and patting the backs of the two Marines who were carrying the Teenager. "Excellent work you two."
"How could you laugh at that?" Nhmber Three-sixty-two asked, horrified, "I thought you said that stuff like this haunted your thoughts."
Lawrence looked up at her as he was clipped onto the rappelling line. "Actually I said that the nasty deaths of friends and enemies haunt me. The funny ones however keep me in stitches for days, mostly because they're all in stitches afterwards." Lawrence laughed a little as he hopped over the railing and slowly slid down the rope to the ground below. The Starfleet Marines followed him the second they were hooked up, one Marine held onto the other side of the rail and looked up at the KND operatives.
"Aren't you guys coming?" he asked.
"Uh…we'll go a different way to get to the hangar," Numbuh Three-sixty-two said. Lawrence's voice was heard from far down below.
"Hey, Rachel! Don't hang around, we've got to get to the hangar now. Hook yourselves up and come on!"