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The operatives gathered around the table as it zoomed out to several miles, showing a large number of warships bobbing in the water, encircling the island. Overhead were Teenager Bikes and Vans, flying around in random patterns. Inside the massive walls of the prison were several large towers all inside the corners of the wall, each tower overlooked a specific area or building of the prison, it all looked fearsome and confusing but Lawrence stared at it, seemingly amused.
"Looks too easy," he muttered and then pushed a few buttons, moving the image from a side view to a top down view. "Yeah, just as I thought."
"What?" Numbuh Two asked. Lawrence pointed to a large beach on the south side of the island near the main gate.
"Here, look closely. See how there's barely any beach based defenses? Clearly the Adults have relied too much on internal security and their outlying navy to warrant building any form of defense from external attacks."
"So? Have you seen the size of the ships they have out there?"
"I've got a fair idea. However I've got warships much larger than that."
"You brought a Navy?" Numbuh Five asked.
"Oh yes, my brother's smart like that," William said as he leaned against the table. "Even though we have an Air Force and a Starfleet, he insisted we bring some of the Navy for oceanic combat. And to show off our military power."
"You've had this worked out from the start haven't you?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked.
"No, just decades of practice," Lawrence replied as he turned to the projection. "Now I know how we're gonna get on the beach without getting blown up. I'll have my ships be deployed on the Northwest side of the island and order them to attack the ships there, while the Adults scramble their forces to ward us off we'll have a few more ships sneak up on the south side of the island and then launch landing crafts so we can then storm the beach. Also, if there are no anti-air emplacements, I could have a few starships unload some dropships and attack Quadrocopters for additional firepower. Once we're on the beach and have proceeded to the main gate, we'll blow it open and then storm inside and liberate all of your operatives within and extract before enemy reinforcements arrive."
"Or we could just take over the place and use it as a safezone for your ships to dock," Numbuh Two said. William and Lawrence look up at Numbuh Two then to each other.
"You know, I should watch more military documentaries after this."
"That and trying to pull our ships out of there will be very hard. We'd have to cover them until they get to a safe area," William added.
"So how would you get your ships to the target zone?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked. "Do you have any of your navy in your Starfleet?"
"Not exactly." Lawrence said as he stood up, "The largest ships in Starfleet only have enough excess space to carry cruisers. So instead of slacking off troops and cargo in order to carry larger ships we decided that opening a few interdimensional transport rifts would be a much quicker, if not safer option."
"Interdimensional rifts?" Numbuh One asked, staring blankly at Lawrence "What are those?"
"It's tricky to explain but to boil it all down, we managed to acquire extraterrestrial technology that permits the instantaneous transport of inanimate objects and even organic matter through wormholes with little complications. Thanks to combined research with the Government we managed to create much bigger portals and started to use that to get across the galaxy rather than hyperlight drives."
"So that's why you managed to get here to help us so quickly."
"Precisely," William said, "If we had used faster than light travel it would've taken us much longer to reach you. You'd probably be all dead if it weren't for riftwave transportation."
Lawrence stood up and stretched before rubbing his eyes.
"Okay then, looks like we've got a good plan worked out. We can improvise if needed, but right now I really need food and something to drink. You coming, Will?"
"I guess I'll go, the smell of electronics are giving me a headache," William sighed before turning to the operatives, "What about you six? You want to go back to your ship or stay aboard ours for a while?"
"Well, I'm actually curious to see what life is like on your ships," Numbuh Three-sixty-two said. Lawrence smiled a little and nodded to William.
"Good thing too, because we have a little something to show you. Follow me to the medical bay."
Sector V looked at one another before following Lawrence to the medical bay. While they walked through a maze of hallways and corridors to get there they passed a number of titanium doors leading to either gun decks, maintenance rooms, armories or personnel quarters, eventually they ended up at a set of white doors with a red cross in the middle and "Medical/Biological Research Center" written in red letter above the door. Lawrence stopped and leaned over to a keypad on the wall with a small glass hole above it, Sector V and Numbuh Three-sixty-two watched as he pushed a few buttons and then looked into the hole before the light on the keypad turned green and the doors slid open.
"So why'd you bring us here?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked as they stepped inside.
"After the battle we searched the battlefield for any ships we could find for you to use. However while scanning the wrecks we picked up something, a distress beacon. It appeared to belong to an escape pod that jettisoned from one of the Teenager's larger ships, once we recovered it and opened it up we found someone inside. But it wasn't a teenager."
"Who was it then?" Numbuh Three asked just before a loud voice sounded through the empty medical bay.
"Right! Where is that so-called general?!"
"Numbuh Eighty-six?!" the KND operatives all said in unison. Lawrence sighed and nodded.
"When we found her in that pod, she didn't look too good. She'd suffered some minor oxygen starvation and was badly beaten up, thankfully we managed to fix her up and she was back on her feet in no time at all. However a lot of the medics wanted to sedate her," he turned around and saw her marching towards him, a look of fury in her eyes. "Is she usually like this?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Numbuh Two said. Lawrence huffed slightly under his breath and face Numbuh Eighty-six.
"Numbuh Eighty-six, glad to see that you're up and better."
"No thanks to you," she growled.
"Yes, you really should thank the medics who helped you out. I just told them to get you back on your feet."
"Are you doing okay, Fanny?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked.
"Fanny?" William said, "Where's that name from?"
"I think Scotland," Lawrence said, "The accent gives it away."
"Quiet you!" Numbuh Eighty-six barked, pointing at Lawrence. "By order of Kids Next Door command, you are hereby scheduled for immediate decommissioning!"
"What?! You want to decommission him?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two exclaimed.
"How did you find out I was ex-KND?" Lawrence said quickly.
"It's interesting what you overhear while pretending to be asleep you know," Numbuh Eighty-six said, "I listened to what those doctors were saying and it didn't take me long to put two and two together. So then, are you going to come quietly or not?"
"You're not decommissioning me," Lawrence said sternly as he took a step forward and drew his sidearm from its holster, "I have several very good reasons why you shouldn't even try to take me back to that lunar scrapheap and erase my memory."
"One way or another you will be, you betrayed and turned against the Kids Next Door. That I believe is a good enough reason to decommission you."
"Decommission Lawrence and it'll be the biggest mistake you'll ever make," William said, stepping in front of Lawrence, "Firstly, if you erase his memory he'll have no idea what's going on and we'll end up losing this war. Secondly, if you try and take him you'll have every single UKA soldier in the galaxy after you and trust me, they will track you down eventually. And thirdly, you'll have to get through me."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two sighed and placed her hand on Numbuh Eighty-six's shoulder.
"Fanny, look. I know why you want to decommission him but you'll do it for all the wrong reasons. He's not a part of our Kids Next Door, he comes from one with a totally different view on Adults and Child Freedoms. We need his knowledge, leadership skills and military expertise if we want to win the war. Decommission him and we lose all of that. Plus, these kids are soldiers, they're trained to kill and they are fiercely loyal to General Rogers. Try anything and I bet they'll all band together and destroy what's left of us."
Numbuh Eighty-six growled a little then took a step back, still staring daggers at Lawrence. Lawrence let out a large sigh, holstered his sidearm and then clapped his hands together.
"Righto then, now that's all settled I guess you guys can join me on touring the ship. Anyplace you want to go first?"
"You guys have a cafeteria?" Numbuh Two asked. Numbuh Five let out a groan.
"Numbuh Two, you ate before we left the Moonbase."
"I know, but walking through the ship's given me an appetite again."
"Okay then, mess hall it is," Lawrence said as he motioned for them to follow. As they walked down more hallways, passing Starfleet Marines and starship personnel Lawrence told them about The Stone of Summer and how it came to be the flagship of the UKA Starfleet, most of the operatives were bored stiff but listened anyway just to be polite, except from Numbuh Eighty-six. She was still grumbling under her breath about Lawrence betraying the other Kids Next Door and that decommissioning was still justified. After what felt like an hour Numbuh four let out a loud groan.
"Hey, General guy. Does this place we're going to have fries?"
"Fries, burgers, pretty much anything you want," Lawrence said. "All made fresh daily by a large team of top military cooks."
"I hope you got soda in there," Numbuh Five said, "Numbuh Five could really use something good."
"Run out of it on the Moonbase?" William asked.
"That and the Soda Control Board raided our soda supply station before we could move our soda to somewhere safe," Numbuh One said.
"Soda Control Board?" Lawrence asked, "Who are they?"
"They're sorta like the Adult's police force," Numbuh Two said, "They enforce all soda based laws that were made."
"Soda based laws?" Lawrence said as he led everyone through a small nexus inside the ship, "There're laws that surround soda? What laws do they enforce anyways?"
"Mostly the law that makes soda illegal for anyone under the age of thirteen."
Lawrence stopped dead when Numbuh Two finished that sentence. He didn't make a sound as he stared blankly at the floor.
"Say that last part again, but slower."
"Um…the Soda Control Board made it illegal for kids under the age of thirteen to drink soda."
Lawrence covered his face with his hands and moaned a little.
"You know, when we picked up that distress call I knew that things would be bad enough when we arrived. Now I officially know that they're worse than I thought. Honestly, banning soda? What'll they end up doing next?"
"You have no idea," Numbuh One said.

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The operatives gathered around the table as it zoomed out to several miles, showing a large number of warships bobbing in the water, encircling the island. Overhead were Teenager Bikes and Vans, flying around in random patterns. Inside the massive walls of the prison were several large towers all inside the corners of the wall, each tower overlooked a specific area or building of the prison, it all looked fearsome and confusing but Lawrence stared at it, seemingly amused.
"Looks too easy," he muttered and then pushed a few buttons, moving the image from a side view to a top down view. "Yeah, just as I thought."
"What?" Numbuh Two asked. Lawrence pointed to a large beach on the south side of the island near the main gate.
"Here, look closely. See how there's barely any beach based defenses? Clearly the Adults have relied too much on internal security and their outlying navy to warrant building any form of defense from external attacks."
"So? Have you seen the size of the ships they have out there?"
"I've got a fair idea. However I've got warships much larger than that."
"You brought a Navy?" Numbuh Five asked.
"Oh yes, my brother's smart like that," William said as he leaned against the table. "Even though we have an Air Force and a Starfleet, he insisted we bring some of the Navy for oceanic combat. And to show off our military power."
"You've had this worked out from the start haven't you?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked.
"No, just decades of practice," Lawrence replied as he turned to the projection. "Now I know how we're gonna get on the beach without getting blown up. I'll have my ships be deployed on the Northwest side of the island and order them to attack the ships there, while the Adults scramble their forces to ward us off we'll have a few more ships sneak up on the south side of the island and then launch landing crafts so we can then storm the beach. Also, if there are no anti-air emplacements, I could have a few starships unload some dropships and attack Quadrocopters for additional firepower. Once we're on the beach and have proceeded to the main gate, we'll blow it open and then storm inside and liberate all of your operatives within and extract before enemy reinforcements arrive."
"Or we could just take over the place and use it as a safezone for your ships to dock," Numbuh Two said. William and Lawrence look up at Numbuh Two then to each other.
"You know, I should watch more military documentaries after this."
"That and trying to pull our ships out of there will be very hard. We'd have to cover them until they get to a safe area," William added.
"So how would you get your ships to the target zone?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked. "Do you have any of your navy in your Starfleet?"
"Not exactly." Lawrence said as he stood up, "The largest ships in Starfleet only have enough excess space to carry cruisers. So instead of slacking off troops and cargo in order to carry larger ships we decided that opening a few interdimensional transport rifts would be a much quicker, if not safer option."
"Interdimensional rifts?" Numbuh One asked, staring blankly at Lawrence "What are those?"
"It's tricky to explain but to boil it all down, we managed to acquire extraterrestrial technology that permits the instantaneous transport of inanimate objects and even organic matter through wormholes with little complications. Thanks to combined research with the Government we managed to create much bigger portals and started to use that to get across the galaxy rather than hyperlight drives."
"So that's why you managed to get here to help us so quickly."
"Precisely," William said, "If we had used faster than light travel it would've taken us much longer to reach you. You'd probably be all dead if it weren't for riftwave transportation."
Lawrence stood up and stretched before rubbing his eyes.
"Okay then, looks like we've got a good plan worked out. We can improvise if needed, but right now I really need food and something to drink. You coming, Will?"
"I guess I'll go, the smell of electronics are giving me a headache," William sighed before turning to the operatives, "What about you six? You want to go back to your ship or stay aboard ours for a while?"
"Well, I'm actually curious to see what life is like on your ships," Numbuh Three-sixty-two said. Lawrence smiled a little and nodded to William.
"Good thing too, because we have a little something to show you. Follow me to the medical bay."
Sector V looked at one another before following Lawrence to the medical bay. While they walked through a maze of hallways and corridors to get there they passed a number of titanium doors leading to either gun decks, maintenance rooms, armories or personnel quarters, eventually they ended up at a set of white doors with a red cross in the middle and "Medical/Biological Research Center" written in red letter above the door. Lawrence stopped and leaned over to a keypad on the wall with a small glass hole above it, Sector V and Numbuh Three-sixty-two watched as he pushed a few buttons and then looked into the hole before the light on the keypad turned green and the doors slid open.
"So why'd you bring us here?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked as they stepped inside.
"After the battle we searched the battlefield for any ships we could find for you to use. However while scanning the wrecks we picked up something, a distress beacon. It appeared to belong to an escape pod that jettisoned from one of the Teenager's larger ships, once we recovered it and opened it up we found someone inside. But it wasn't a teenager."
"Who was it then?" Numbuh Three asked just before a loud voice sounded through the empty medical bay.
"Right! Where is that so-called general?!"
"Numbuh Eighty-six?!" the KND operatives all said in unison. Lawrence sighed and nodded.
"When we found her in that pod, she didn't look too good. She'd suffered some minor oxygen starvation and was badly beaten up, thankfully we managed to fix her up and she was back on her feet in no time at all. However a lot of the medics wanted to sedate her," he turned around and saw her marching towards him, a look of fury in her eyes. "Is she usually like this?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Numbuh Two said. Lawrence huffed slightly under his breath and face Numbuh Eighty-six.
"Numbuh Eighty-six, glad to see that you're up and better."
"No thanks to you," she growled.
"Yes, you really should thank the medics who helped you out. I just told them to get you back on your feet."
"Are you doing okay, Fanny?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked.
"Fanny?" William said, "Where's that name from?"
"I think Scotland," Lawrence said, "The accent gives it away."
"Quiet you!" Numbuh Eighty-six barked, pointing at Lawrence. "By order of Kids Next Door command, you are hereby scheduled for immediate decommissioning!"
"What?! You want to decommission him?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two exclaimed.
"How did you find out I was ex-KND?" Lawrence said quickly.
"It's interesting what you overhear while pretending to be asleep you know," Numbuh Eighty-six said, "I listened to what those doctors were saying and it didn't take me long to put two and two together. So then, are you going to come quietly or not?"
"You're not decommissioning me," Lawrence said sternly as he took a step forward and drew his sidearm from its holster, "I have several very good reasons why you shouldn't even try to take me back to that lunar scrapheap and erase my memory."
"One way or another you will be, you betrayed and turned against the Kids Next Door. That I believe is a good enough reason to decommission you."
"Decommission Lawrence and it'll be the biggest mistake you'll ever make," William said, stepping in front of Lawrence, "Firstly, if you erase his memory he'll have no idea what's going on and we'll end up losing this war. Secondly, if you try and take him you'll have every single UKA soldier in the galaxy after you and trust me, they will track you down eventually. And thirdly, you'll have to get through me."
Numbuh Three-sixty-two sighed and placed her hand on Numbuh Eighty-six's shoulder.
"Fanny, look. I know why you want to decommission him but you'll do it for all the wrong reasons. He's not a part of our Kids Next Door, he comes from one with a totally different view on Adults and Child Freedoms. We need his knowledge, leadership skills and military expertise if we want to win the war. Decommission him and we lose all of that. Plus, these kids are soldiers, they're trained to kill and they are fiercely loyal to General Rogers. Try anything and I bet they'll all band together and destroy what's left of us."
Numbuh Eighty-six growled a little then took a step back, still staring daggers at Lawrence. Lawrence let out a large sigh, holstered his sidearm and then clapped his hands together.
"Righto then, now that's all settled I guess you guys can join me on touring the ship. Anyplace you want to go first?"
"You guys have a cafeteria?" Numbuh Two asked. Numbuh Five let out a groan.
"Numbuh Two, you ate before we left the Moonbase."
"I know, but walking through the ship's given me an appetite again."
"Okay then, mess hall it is," Lawrence said as he motioned for them to follow. As they walked down more hallways, passing Starfleet Marines and starship personnel Lawrence told them about The Stone of Summer and how it came to be the flagship of the UKA Starfleet, most of the operatives were bored stiff but listened anyway just to be polite, except from Numbuh Eighty-six. She was still grumbling under her breath about Lawrence betraying the other Kids Next Door and that decommissioning was still justified. After what felt like an hour Numbuh four let out a loud groan.
"Hey, General guy. Does this place we're going to have fries?"
"Fries, burgers, pretty much anything you want," Lawrence said. "All made fresh daily by a large team of top military cooks."
"I hope you got soda in there," Numbuh Five said, "Numbuh Five could really use something good."
"Run out of it on the Moonbase?" William asked.
"That and the Soda Control Board raided our soda supply station before we could move our soda to somewhere safe," Numbuh One said.
"Soda Control Board?" Lawrence asked, "Who are they?"
"They're sorta like the Adult's police force," Numbuh Two said, "They enforce all soda based laws that were made."
"Soda based laws?" Lawrence said as he led everyone through a small nexus inside the ship, "There're laws that surround soda? What laws do they enforce anyways?"
"Mostly the law that makes soda illegal for anyone under the age of thirteen."
Lawrence stopped dead when Numbuh Two finished that sentence. He didn't make a sound as he stared blankly at the floor.
"Say that last part again, but slower."
"Um…the Soda Control Board made it illegal for kids under the age of thirteen to drink soda."
Lawrence covered his face with his hands and moaned a little.
"You know, when we picked up that distress call I knew that things would be bad enough when we arrived. Now I officially know that they're worse than I thought. Honestly, banning soda? What'll they end up doing next?"
"You have no idea," Numbuh One said.