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Numbuh Three-sixty-two sighed and looked over the railing, Lawrence had nearly reached the floor in which the Teenager's broken body lay, she sighed and let one of the Marines put rappelling gear on her and then move on to hook up another operative. "Well, here I go. I guess…" she thought as she clambered over the railing and looked down. By now Lawrence and a few of his Marines had made it to the floor and were now waiting for the rest of the troops to follow. Numbuh Three-sixty-two sighed and started to rappel down. The distance between the railing and the floor below was much greater than she thought, she passed a window to the deck below and saw another large group of Starfleet Marines, most of them were walking around the room but a few were moving around and inspecting bodies on the floor. Numbuh Three-sixty-two slowed down on the rope and saw that they were the bodies of Ice-cream men, she shuddered as a few of the Marines dragged a larger body over to a small pile. Not wanting to see any more, she continued down the rope until she hit the floor, with a little assistance from a pair of Starfleet Marines she had the rappelling gear off and joined Lawrence as he and a few other Marines were inspecting the body of the Teenager that had been thrown off the railing.
"You know, I didn't know that the human spine could bend like that," Lawrence said.
"It can't," a Marine said quietly.
"Learn something new every day," Lawrence said as he stood up and saw Numbuh Three-sixty-two. "Ah, Rachel. Care to lead the way to the hangar?"
"Uh…sure. I guess I can do that," She cleared her throat and faced her fellow operatives, "Kids Next Door, battle stations!"
The operatives pulled out their weapons and followed Numbuh Three-sixty-two as she ran down the hallway. Lawrence smiled and turned to his Marines.
"Marines, mobilize!" he ordered as he ran to catch up to Rachel. The Starfleet Marines sprinted after him, making the KND operatives stare in awe as they tried to work out how the Marines could run so fast with such large and heavy weapons. As Lawrence joined Numbuh Three-sixty-two at the front of the assault charge he swiftly pulled out a long spike and affixed it to underneath the barrel of his weapon.
"What's that?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked as she watched Lawrence out of the corner of her eye.
"Trench spike bayonet," Lawrence said as he adjusted his hold on the weapon so that the bayonet was pointed to the front of him. "Gotta be ready for all forms of combat. Marines! Fix bayonets!"
There was a clicking of Marines attaching bayonets to their weapons before letting out a "Hut!" and began to run a little faster. Numbuh Three-sixty-two watched as a few of them gathered up behind her and Lawrence, stone-faced and unblinking, light occasionally glinting off the glasses they wore. She could see something on the glasses, specks of words and numbers and a few symbols, but she had no idea what it was. She then turned to Lawrence. "So what are you guys carrying anyways? I've never seen weapons like this before."
"What I've got here is a Recon AR-Twelve assault rifle. Oldest assault rifle in the UKA to date. This one is slightly newer though, just a few modifications to prevent jamming and stuff."
"And the Starfleet Marines? Their weapons are really big."
"Oh, they always want to use big guns. It's just how they are. They mostly carry Stampede Light Machineguns, Vulcan Heavy machineguns and Longstrike Designated Marksman Rifles. There's a few Marines here who carry Titan Rocket Launchers and Firebow Grenade Launchers as well. You never know what to expect in here."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two looked ahead and then to her right where there were a pair of Marines carrying Longstrike rifles, bayonets attached and held out in front of them. "So how do your weapons work?" she asked.
"Gunpowder." Lawrence said as he flicked the safety switch on his rifle, "It's an ancient way of warfare but technology has vastly improved the way ballistic firearms work. Essentially, what happens is that when I pull the trigger a round is discharged and it propels a steel encased lead round at a high velocity."
"Does it hurt if it hits you?"
"Depends where it hits. Most of the time it hurts a lot, but there are a few times in which you won't feel a thing."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two looked away from Lawrence as the smile crossing his face disturbed her. She heard the sounds of laserbolts and explosions up ahead and picked up the pace. "We're getting close everyone! Prepare for a fight!" Lawrence held up his fist and stopped dead and his Marines followed his command and stopped as well. Numbuh Three-sixty-two stopped as well when she saw Lawrence. "What're you doing?" she asked.
"We should check if there's anyone in there." Lawrence said as he aimed down the hall, the explosions and laserbolts had started to get louder. "And maybe see what we're up against."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two nodded and tried to hail the operatives that were in the hanger before the attack happened. "This is Numbuh-three-sixty-two calling any Kids Next Door operatives in the Moonbase upper hangar."
"This is Numbuh Eighty-six, we hear you and we need help now!"
"Roger that, we're close by and ready to assist."
"Ask her where she is and where the enemy is," Lawrence said.
"Why?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked.
"Just do it, trust me."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two sighed and spoke again. "Numbuh Eighty-six, where are the Teenagers?"
"There're over at the hangar entrance. They're stopping anyone from coming in and helping."
"Not for much longer they aren't," Lawrence said as he stood up, "Marines! Move out and engage all targets on sight!"
The Starfleet Marines nodded and jumped up and raced down the hallway, firing their weapons once they entered the hangar. Lawrence nudged Numbuh Three-sixty-two and smiled. "You coming or not?" He said as he started to run down the hall to join his Marines. Through the reflection in his HUDspecs he saw that Rachel and the other operatives were just staring at him. He groaned and pushed a button on the frame of the HUDspecs and the motion tracker in his helmet fired up and shone down in the corner of the lenses, visible only to him. He saw that his Marines were engaging a fairly large number of enemies but he hadn't seen them until he raced out of the hallway and into the battle inside the hangar. He slid into cover next to a few Marines and looked up, the crosshair in the center of his vision blinking red as he looked from Teenager to Teenager. "Wow, there's a lot of them."
"Sure are, sir." A Marine said as he took aim and let a burst of fire fly from his Stampede LMG, "If we can push them back enough we can get a few Phoenix dropships to finish them off."
"Sounds like a plan," Lawrence said as he stood up and opened fire, a hail of laserbolts flying past him, making him duck and shoot blind over the cover. "Where're the other KND operatives in here?"
"Over there, sir!" the Marine said, pointing to Sector V next to their Scamper. Lawrence peeked over towards the Teenagers again and pointed to them.
"Cover me! I'm gonna make a run for it!"
The Marines nodded and held their fire for a few seconds as a few more Marines readied themselves, one loading a Titan RPG and shouldering it. "Ready?" a Marines said, after waiting for the others to nod he stood up and shouted, "Open fire!"
Lawrence sprinted across the hangar as the Marines showered the Teenagers with bullets, grenades and a few rockets. Several laserbolts flew past him, Sector V spotted Lawrence as he ran towards them. They were impressed when Lawrence dived at the ground and rolled to avoid an explosion. He quickly stood up and ran again but this time, his luck ran out. A laserblot hit him in the side of the helmet, glancing off and shattering his HUDspecs, Lawrence slid into cover behind the Scamper, brushing the debris out of his eyes and growling. "That was my last pair!" he shouted as he exposed himself from cover and opened fire at the Teenagers, emptying his magazine and then ducking behind cover again to reload. Numbuh One jogged over to him, his weapon lowered.
"Are you General Lawrence Rogers?" he asked.
"Well, I'm sure not my brother William Rogers," Lawrence said as he panted and wiped a little blood off his cheek. "Who are you guys?"
"I'm Numbuh One of Sector V. My team and I are the only ones who can fight."
"What happened to the others?"
"They either got hurt or ran away, this battle seems to be lost."
"Not yet it isn't," Lawrence said as he turned on his radio. "Marines, start pushing the Teenagers back. And where the heck is Rachel?"
"She's coming in now!" a Marine said, "We're gonna move up together."
"Excellent," Lawrence said as he looked to Sector V, "You guys with us?"
"Anything to protect the Moonbase," Numbuh One said.
"Count me in!" Numbuh Two added.
"Let's get them," Numbuh Three said, sounding much tougher than usual.
"I'm gonna kick the pimples off their faces!" Numbuh Four shouted.
"Good to go, General." Numbuh Five chimed in with a nod.
Okay then!" Lawrence said, "Okay everyone! Charge!"
UKA Starfleet Marines and KND Operatives all broke from their cover and charged at the now scared and retreating Teenagers. Lawrence and the Starfleet Marines shifted from cover to cover as the KND Operatives laid down suppressive fire, downing several Teenagers. As they neared the Teenagers the only thing between them was a wide open space devoid of cover, Lawrence ducked behind a KND fighter jet and sighed. Sector V joined him as he drummed his fingers on his rifle, trying to work out a battle plan.
"What do we do now?" Numbuh Two said as he looked around the fighter and saw the open space between them and the Teenagers, "If we try and cross that open space they'll destroy us."
Lawrence looked up and grinned. "I've got an idea." He said as he slung his weapon over his back and looked over the fighter. He stood up on top of his, cupped his hands around his mouth and started to taunt the Teenagers. "Hey! Grease-hairs! Your aim sucks!"
Some of the Marines stopped firing and watched Lawrence, they immediately picked up on what he was doing and followed, shouting taunts and making gestures at the Teenagers. Lawrence laughed as the Teenagers stopped firing lasers at them and had started giving them death stares. A large group of Teenagers, all dressed in Football gear pushed their way past the other Teenagers and started to charge the UKA and KND. Lawrence saw this and grinned. "Perfect, this'll make them retreat." He looked at Sector V and held up his rifle, "You can help if you please, just try not to get too close to my Marines. Starfleet Marines, Bayonet Charge!"
The Marines held their weapons in front of themselves or dropped them and pulled out large combat knifes and emerged from their cover to charge the Teenagers. The distance between the two lines became thinner and thinner with each second but to the KND operatives it seemed as if time itself had slowed down so that they could watch every second of the event in great detail. The Teenagers with their heads and shoulders down, the Starfleet Marines staring at the oncoming threat with either expressions of determination or pure bloodlust. The screams and shouts that rose up from the two charging forces was suddenly overshadowed by a single gunshot. Lawrence had shot a Teenager that was in front of him in the kneecap and using his falling body as a step to push himself up and then jump a few feet into the air and, almost in a split second, thrust his rifle's bayonet into the helmet of the Teenager behind the first line. That was when everything seemed to speed up, Marines and Teenagers collided with one another, bodies flew up into the air or were trampled underfoot by the two crowds. The Teenagers used their massive forms and momentum to floor and attack Marines, the Marines however, used their weapons and training to get around and behind the Teenagers and attack them from there. The KND and Teenagers watched in awe as slowly, one by one the large and bulky Teenagers dropped to the floor, knifes in their sides, back, neck or face. Lawrence himself had a small machete wedged in the padded armor of a Teenager and had to use his foot to pull it out. He had his rifle on his back but the bayonet was in his left hand. He charged another Teenager, spinning around with both weapons in hand he sliced through the Teenager's armor and kicked him away into a pair of other Teenagers who stumbled back and then each received one of Lawrence's weapons in their necks and they collapsed with a loud thud. Lawrence turned to face the Teenagers who were watching and he raised his machete and scowled at them.
"Like, run away dudes!" one Teenager yelled as he ran to their ships, the others panicked and followed. They jumped and piled into their ships, leaving behind the wounded as the ships took off and flew out of the hangar. Lawrence stared at the retreating Teenagers as the noises of battle died down and the Marines finally tackled and took out the last Teenager, as they stood there panting and coughing, one Marine stood on top of the largest Teenager body he could see and held up a small flag with the insignia of the UKA printed on it.
"VICTORY!"

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Numbuh Three-sixty-two sighed and looked over the railing, Lawrence had nearly reached the floor in which the Teenager's broken body lay, she sighed and let one of the Marines put rappelling gear on her and then move on to hook up another operative. "Well, here I go. I guess…" she thought as she clambered over the railing and looked down. By now Lawrence and a few of his Marines had made it to the floor and were now waiting for the rest of the troops to follow. Numbuh Three-sixty-two sighed and started to rappel down. The distance between the railing and the floor below was much greater than she thought, she passed a window to the deck below and saw another large group of Starfleet Marines, most of them were walking around the room but a few were moving around and inspecting bodies on the floor. Numbuh Three-sixty-two slowed down on the rope and saw that they were the bodies of Ice-cream men, she shuddered as a few of the Marines dragged a larger body over to a small pile. Not wanting to see any more, she continued down the rope until she hit the floor, with a little assistance from a pair of Starfleet Marines she had the rappelling gear off and joined Lawrence as he and a few other Marines were inspecting the body of the Teenager that had been thrown off the railing.
"You know, I didn't know that the human spine could bend like that," Lawrence said.
"It can't," a Marine said quietly.
"Learn something new every day," Lawrence said as he stood up and saw Numbuh Three-sixty-two. "Ah, Rachel. Care to lead the way to the hangar?"
"Uh…sure. I guess I can do that," She cleared her throat and faced her fellow operatives, "Kids Next Door, battle stations!"
The operatives pulled out their weapons and followed Numbuh Three-sixty-two as she ran down the hallway. Lawrence smiled and turned to his Marines.
"Marines, mobilize!" he ordered as he ran to catch up to Rachel. The Starfleet Marines sprinted after him, making the KND operatives stare in awe as they tried to work out how the Marines could run so fast with such large and heavy weapons. As Lawrence joined Numbuh Three-sixty-two at the front of the assault charge he swiftly pulled out a long spike and affixed it to underneath the barrel of his weapon.
"What's that?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked as she watched Lawrence out of the corner of her eye.
"Trench spike bayonet," Lawrence said as he adjusted his hold on the weapon so that the bayonet was pointed to the front of him. "Gotta be ready for all forms of combat. Marines! Fix bayonets!"
There was a clicking of Marines attaching bayonets to their weapons before letting out a "Hut!" and began to run a little faster. Numbuh Three-sixty-two watched as a few of them gathered up behind her and Lawrence, stone-faced and unblinking, light occasionally glinting off the glasses they wore. She could see something on the glasses, specks of words and numbers and a few symbols, but she had no idea what it was. She then turned to Lawrence. "So what are you guys carrying anyways? I've never seen weapons like this before."
"What I've got here is a Recon AR-Twelve assault rifle. Oldest assault rifle in the UKA to date. This one is slightly newer though, just a few modifications to prevent jamming and stuff."
"And the Starfleet Marines? Their weapons are really big."
"Oh, they always want to use big guns. It's just how they are. They mostly carry Stampede Light Machineguns, Vulcan Heavy machineguns and Longstrike Designated Marksman Rifles. There's a few Marines here who carry Titan Rocket Launchers and Firebow Grenade Launchers as well. You never know what to expect in here."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two looked ahead and then to her right where there were a pair of Marines carrying Longstrike rifles, bayonets attached and held out in front of them. "So how do your weapons work?" she asked.
"Gunpowder." Lawrence said as he flicked the safety switch on his rifle, "It's an ancient way of warfare but technology has vastly improved the way ballistic firearms work. Essentially, what happens is that when I pull the trigger a round is discharged and it propels a steel encased lead round at a high velocity."
"Does it hurt if it hits you?"
"Depends where it hits. Most of the time it hurts a lot, but there are a few times in which you won't feel a thing."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two looked away from Lawrence as the smile crossing his face disturbed her. She heard the sounds of laserbolts and explosions up ahead and picked up the pace. "We're getting close everyone! Prepare for a fight!" Lawrence held up his fist and stopped dead and his Marines followed his command and stopped as well. Numbuh Three-sixty-two stopped as well when she saw Lawrence. "What're you doing?" she asked.
"We should check if there's anyone in there." Lawrence said as he aimed down the hall, the explosions and laserbolts had started to get louder. "And maybe see what we're up against."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two nodded and tried to hail the operatives that were in the hanger before the attack happened. "This is Numbuh-three-sixty-two calling any Kids Next Door operatives in the Moonbase upper hangar."
"This is Numbuh Eighty-six, we hear you and we need help now!"
"Roger that, we're close by and ready to assist."
"Ask her where she is and where the enemy is," Lawrence said.
"Why?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked.
"Just do it, trust me."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two sighed and spoke again. "Numbuh Eighty-six, where are the Teenagers?"
"There're over at the hangar entrance. They're stopping anyone from coming in and helping."
"Not for much longer they aren't," Lawrence said as he stood up, "Marines! Move out and engage all targets on sight!"
The Starfleet Marines nodded and jumped up and raced down the hallway, firing their weapons once they entered the hangar. Lawrence nudged Numbuh Three-sixty-two and smiled. "You coming or not?" He said as he started to run down the hall to join his Marines. Through the reflection in his HUDspecs he saw that Rachel and the other operatives were just staring at him. He groaned and pushed a button on the frame of the HUDspecs and the motion tracker in his helmet fired up and shone down in the corner of the lenses, visible only to him. He saw that his Marines were engaging a fairly large number of enemies but he hadn't seen them until he raced out of the hallway and into the battle inside the hangar. He slid into cover next to a few Marines and looked up, the crosshair in the center of his vision blinking red as he looked from Teenager to Teenager. "Wow, there's a lot of them."
"Sure are, sir." A Marine said as he took aim and let a burst of fire fly from his Stampede LMG, "If we can push them back enough we can get a few Phoenix dropships to finish them off."
"Sounds like a plan," Lawrence said as he stood up and opened fire, a hail of laserbolts flying past him, making him duck and shoot blind over the cover. "Where're the other KND operatives in here?"
"Over there, sir!" the Marine said, pointing to Sector V next to their Scamper. Lawrence peeked over towards the Teenagers again and pointed to them.
"Cover me! I'm gonna make a run for it!"
The Marines nodded and held their fire for a few seconds as a few more Marines readied themselves, one loading a Titan RPG and shouldering it. "Ready?" a Marines said, after waiting for the others to nod he stood up and shouted, "Open fire!"
Lawrence sprinted across the hangar as the Marines showered the Teenagers with bullets, grenades and a few rockets. Several laserbolts flew past him, Sector V spotted Lawrence as he ran towards them. They were impressed when Lawrence dived at the ground and rolled to avoid an explosion. He quickly stood up and ran again but this time, his luck ran out. A laserblot hit him in the side of the helmet, glancing off and shattering his HUDspecs, Lawrence slid into cover behind the Scamper, brushing the debris out of his eyes and growling. "That was my last pair!" he shouted as he exposed himself from cover and opened fire at the Teenagers, emptying his magazine and then ducking behind cover again to reload. Numbuh One jogged over to him, his weapon lowered.
"Are you General Lawrence Rogers?" he asked.
"Well, I'm sure not my brother William Rogers," Lawrence said as he panted and wiped a little blood off his cheek. "Who are you guys?"
"I'm Numbuh One of Sector V. My team and I are the only ones who can fight."
"What happened to the others?"
"They either got hurt or ran away, this battle seems to be lost."
"Not yet it isn't," Lawrence said as he turned on his radio. "Marines, start pushing the Teenagers back. And where the heck is Rachel?"
"She's coming in now!" a Marine said, "We're gonna move up together."
"Excellent," Lawrence said as he looked to Sector V, "You guys with us?"
"Anything to protect the Moonbase," Numbuh One said.
"Count me in!" Numbuh Two added.
"Let's get them," Numbuh Three said, sounding much tougher than usual.
"I'm gonna kick the pimples off their faces!" Numbuh Four shouted.
"Good to go, General." Numbuh Five chimed in with a nod.
Okay then!" Lawrence said, "Okay everyone! Charge!"
UKA Starfleet Marines and KND Operatives all broke from their cover and charged at the now scared and retreating Teenagers. Lawrence and the Starfleet Marines shifted from cover to cover as the KND Operatives laid down suppressive fire, downing several Teenagers. As they neared the Teenagers the only thing between them was a wide open space devoid of cover, Lawrence ducked behind a KND fighter jet and sighed. Sector V joined him as he drummed his fingers on his rifle, trying to work out a battle plan.
"What do we do now?" Numbuh Two said as he looked around the fighter and saw the open space between them and the Teenagers, "If we try and cross that open space they'll destroy us."
Lawrence looked up and grinned. "I've got an idea." He said as he slung his weapon over his back and looked over the fighter. He stood up on top of his, cupped his hands around his mouth and started to taunt the Teenagers. "Hey! Grease-hairs! Your aim sucks!"
Some of the Marines stopped firing and watched Lawrence, they immediately picked up on what he was doing and followed, shouting taunts and making gestures at the Teenagers. Lawrence laughed as the Teenagers stopped firing lasers at them and had started giving them death stares. A large group of Teenagers, all dressed in Football gear pushed their way past the other Teenagers and started to charge the UKA and KND. Lawrence saw this and grinned. "Perfect, this'll make them retreat." He looked at Sector V and held up his rifle, "You can help if you please, just try not to get too close to my Marines. Starfleet Marines, Bayonet Charge!"
The Marines held their weapons in front of themselves or dropped them and pulled out large combat knifes and emerged from their cover to charge the Teenagers. The distance between the two lines became thinner and thinner with each second but to the KND operatives it seemed as if time itself had slowed down so that they could watch every second of the event in great detail. The Teenagers with their heads and shoulders down, the Starfleet Marines staring at the oncoming threat with either expressions of determination or pure bloodlust. The screams and shouts that rose up from the two charging forces was suddenly overshadowed by a single gunshot. Lawrence had shot a Teenager that was in front of him in the kneecap and using his falling body as a step to push himself up and then jump a few feet into the air and, almost in a split second, thrust his rifle's bayonet into the helmet of the Teenager behind the first line. That was when everything seemed to speed up, Marines and Teenagers collided with one another, bodies flew up into the air or were trampled underfoot by the two crowds. The Teenagers used their massive forms and momentum to floor and attack Marines, the Marines however, used their weapons and training to get around and behind the Teenagers and attack them from there. The KND and Teenagers watched in awe as slowly, one by one the large and bulky Teenagers dropped to the floor, knifes in their sides, back, neck or face. Lawrence himself had a small machete wedged in the padded armor of a Teenager and had to use his foot to pull it out. He had his rifle on his back but the bayonet was in his left hand. He charged another Teenager, spinning around with both weapons in hand he sliced through the Teenager's armor and kicked him away into a pair of other Teenagers who stumbled back and then each received one of Lawrence's weapons in their necks and they collapsed with a loud thud. Lawrence turned to face the Teenagers who were watching and he raised his machete and scowled at them.
"Like, run away dudes!" one Teenager yelled as he ran to their ships, the others panicked and followed. They jumped and piled into their ships, leaving behind the wounded as the ships took off and flew out of the hangar. Lawrence stared at the retreating Teenagers as the noises of battle died down and the Marines finally tackled and took out the last Teenager, as they stood there panting and coughing, one Marine stood on top of the largest Teenager body he could see and held up a small flag with the insignia of the UKA printed on it.
"VICTORY!"