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Kim Possible Porn Story: Rangers Part 01 The Disappearance Chapter 1

Kim Possible Porn Story: Rangers Part 01 The Disappearance Chapter 1

Timestamp:
Event T-1.5 hours and counting…

Location:
NORAD, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado

It
had been a quiet month for the men and women of NORAD: just the run
of the mill stuff, like tracking two satellites falling out of orbit,
or watching the launch of their replacements a few weeks earlier. Of
course they always held their breath during those launches since they
represented a forty-eight month building process, but outside of that
things were pretty normal in fact, it was so normal that it was
hard sometimes for those sitting at the consoles monitoring space
debris and working hardware that floated around the planet to
remember what occurred not that long ago.

And,
if one of them did forget, all it took to bring back those memories
was to look at some of the pictures hanging on the back wall of the
Main Monitoring room.

Although
it was normally frowned on to have pictures hanging on the walls in
the Cheyenne Mountain complex outside of personal quarters, the
commanders of all operational shifts had talked to the commanding
General and got him to approve of the pictures once they explained
their reasoning for having them. The commanders then hung seven
pictures.

Seven
pictures that where taken by different persons, in seven different
cities across America.

All
of them with a common theme: all seven showing destruction.
Destruction that staggered the imagination.

The
first picture was a screen capture taken from a TV news cameraman
that worked for a station in California, in the city of Los Angeles.
What it showed was unquestionably
the Griffith Observatory, or what was left of it as it also clearly
showed that part of the building was flattened or missing.

No
one knew for sure who took the second picture, but it was clearly
taken in Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a picture of the organ that
was always seen in the background when the Mormon Tabernacle Choir
preformed on television. The picture also clearly showed that most
of the roof of the Tabernacle was missing, and a beam of sunlight was
shining directly on the organ.

The
third was taken in St. Louis, Missouri, by a newspaper reporter. The
picture was of the St Louis Arch as it lay on the ground looking like
a giant pretzel twist that had been broken in two.

The
next was taken in Texas, near San Antonio. Like the first picture,
it was a screen capture from a TV news cameraman from one of the
local stations. The picture showed a simple limestone building that
was constructed in the 18th
century that had at one time been used as a Spanish Mission. It was
missing one corner on the south side, and the damage gave the
illusion that someone had shot the old building with a very large gun
and had just nicked it.

The
fifth was taken in New York and was, in fact, a collage of pictures.
It was made up of photos that showed The Statue
of Liberty,
The Empire
State Building,
The Brooklyn Bridge and the UN General
Assembly Building. Lady Liberty was missing her torch, the Empire
State Building was missing the top tower complex, the bridge was
missing some of the cables along with part of the decking, and the UN
General
Assembly Building was missing one complete side and in its place,
laying upside down, was a statue of a gun with a twisted barrel that
had stood out front of the building. was now sticking out of the
building where the missing wall should have been.

The
sixth was taken in Orlando, Florida, by a reporter for the Times.
The picture was of the Bio-Sphere from the Mouse-Eared Future
World theme park. The magic wand on the sphere had the globe logo
from another theme park skewered on it. The whole thing was lying on
the ground with two black holes in the parking lot that so closely
bracketed the whole thing that it gave the illusion of being part of
it. The picture was taken from a helicopter that had to have been
hovering high above and looking straight down on the site: making the
whole thing look like a giant copy of the Mouse-Eared corporate logo
poking at a large meatball with a stick.

The
last was shot in Middleton, Colorado. It was taken by a Middleton
High School Newspaper reporter and showed the Middleton Mad-Dog
Football Stadium dressed out for graduation. It clearly displayed
half of the seats missing, looking like they had been ripped out by
something like a giant hand. There were people seated in the stands
that were left and a large number of black gowned folks moving about
on the field.

But
there was something else common in each picture: A machine with four
gray legs connected to a red and black saucer-like body. The whole
thing looked like some giant crab from a bad 1950s sci-fi movie.

At
the Griffith Observatory picture, the machine could be seen standing
in the background. The same with the picture from Salt Lake, the
alien-looking crabs pod top was seen though the hole in the roof.
The picture from Texas had one laying on its side with a leg missing
and a large hole showing at the top. The collage from New York
showed one moving behind Lady Liberty, the Empire State Building had
one with a leg raised as it was removing the tower. The picture of
the Brooklyn Bridge showed a number of large helicopters with cables
looped around a fallen pod as they tried to lift the thing off the
bridge. And the UN General Assembly Building had two of the alien
crab pods in it: one standing up in the background and another
towering over the building with a leg raised like it was getting
ready to stomp on some small insect that had gotten in its way. The
picture from Middleton showed one flat on the ground dead center of
the stadium, its legs sprayed out like someone had stepped on it.

The
pictures had been up for a week, maybe two, when Lieutenant General
Robert Smith entered the
monitoring room on his normal inspection visit. As he looked at the
back wall, he saw that someone had made a banner that ran the length
of the pictures and had taped it above them. The banner only had one
word on it written in very large letters:

Remember.

Lieutenant
General Smith left the monitoring room without saying anything to
anyone. He had gone straight to his office and, picking up his
phone, made three calls. Three days later, Cheyenne Mountain
maintenance staff entered the monitoring room and removed the banner.
Everyone present turned from their posts and watched the crew remove
the paper banner, then watched as it was replaced with a large bronze
framed plaque that was the same size. The plaque had two words
engraved on it:

Always
Remember.

That
was a number of years ago And as with all things, memory can begin
to fade with time, even with reminders. And time tends to dull the
senses about an event, even when you experienced the event first
hand.

But
for some, the memory never fades.

Major
Michael Collins had been on shift that day and remembered it quite
clearly. The now Colonel Collins was halfway done with his twelve
hour shift and had just re-entered the Monitoring Center and was
looking at the big display board when he saw a alert pop-up.

Before
he could say a word, Sergeant Stuart Evans called out to the room at
large.

Attention:
Commanding Officer

Colonel
Collins replied, Yes, Sergeant.

Colonel,
we have just detected a new target. Sergeant Evans said.

Colonel
Collins knew that NORAD tracked every 3 centimeter object, or larger,
in orbit around the Earth, and also tracked the small particles that
were in a kind of traveling orbit that encircled both the Earth
and the Moon. In partnership with the Jet Propulsion Laboratory
(JPL) in California and with NASA, they also keep track of comets or
meteors that might impact the Earth or come anywhere near the planet.
So, if Sergeant Evans said a new target had just appeared out of
nowhere, something was up.

Report,
Sergeant Colonel Collins replied as he made his way over to
Sergeant Evans console.

An
unidentified target just appeared from the dark side of the moon.
There have been no reported additional objects in lunar obit since
NASAs last mission four months ago so the space should be clear.
Dr. Possible has been good for the past year and hasnt given us
any surprises, thank goodness. And the next scheduled mission that
would place anything new upstairs would be from the Middleton Space
Center, and thats scheduled for launch in three weeks; a re-supply
mission to the International Spacestation. However, it wouldnt go
anywhere near where this target has appeared, Sir.

Trajectory?

Calculating
now, Colonel Sergeant Evans said has his fingers danced over his
keyboard. The answer came quickly.

Based
on the few moments weve been tracking it, Colonel, the computer
models are placing it on a trajectory that will bring it straight at
us.

Colonel
Collins nodded, and then called out to the room at large, Ok,
everyone, lets keep an eye on this. If its big enough that the
space net picked it up that quickly, it could pose a treat that we
need to deal with. With that, he turned and made his way over to
his desk and picked up the yellow phone receiver.

Just
as he had placed the receiver to his ear and punched the solitary
button on the base unit, he heard Sergeant Evans call out in an odd
tone of voice.

What
the. Holy Frack

Colonel
Collins looked up in time to watch Sergeant Evans turn in his chair
and call out to tech that was working close by.

Sergeant
Hartford, are you following the updated target trajectory yet?
Sergeant Evans asked the man setting beside him, a Sergeant Jimmy
Hartford.

Picking
it up now, Sergeant Hartford replied.

Good,
because I think something must be wrong with my station here. I
could have sworn it just told me that the target just changed course
and speed. I think I may need to reboot my systems after the
diagnostics check completes.

Sergeant
Hartford gave no reaction to Sergeant Evans comment. He just nodded
his head and said Ive got it locked now Sergeant Evans. Im
giving it the designation Tango Alpha 150 Delta and Im
tracking now. Go ahead and run then diagnostics and reboot if
necessary. Ill keep watching it until you are back up and ready.

Sergeant
Evans nodded and then shook his head. Everything showed normal, but
gut instinct told him to reboot his systems and go to manual tracking
mode. That same instinct also left a lingering, nagging feeling
about this whole situation: something wasnt just right about
this, but it wasnt really wrong either.

Colonel
Collins finished informing General Smith
of the events with the new object in near Earth proximity with a Yes
Sir and listened as the General disconnected the call on his end.
He had just replaced the receiver
back on the phone and looked up at the big board to see the target
labeled TA150D flash from an Orange Color to a Deep Red.
Silently he pressed a button on a raised area on his desk. As he
did, a large display off to one side of the room changed. The
display went from saying Base Alert Level 5 to Base Alert
Level 4 per his orders from General Smith.

As
he got up from his desk and made his way back to where Sergeants
Evans and Hartfords consoles where, Colonel Collins saw the other
members of the shift look up from their consoles and quickly take a
look to the back of the room, then the big board, then back to their
consoles. He could not blame them for taking a second to think about
it, because he had had the same thoughts himself.

Status
report, Sergeant Evans Colonel Collins said as he came to stand
behind and in the middle to both Sergeants Evans and Hartford.

Tango
Alpha 150 Delta is still on course to enter planet atmosphere, Sir,
Sergeant Hartford said as he looked out of the corner of his eye at
Evans to see if his console was back up yet.

Estimated
time of impact? asked Colonel Collins.

Based
on current data, Colonel, it should be sometime in the next hour to
hour and a half, Sir. Hartford replied.

Before
Colonel Collins could say anything, Sergeant Evans gave his own reply
at that information.

That
cant be right.

Colonel
Collins looked at Sergeant Evans as his systems completed the reboot
and the tracking programs restarted in manual mode. As his fingers
danced across the keyboard, the data on his monitor confirmed what
his gut was already telling him. When he overlaid the model
information tracks for TA150D, he just stared at the screen for a
second, blinked hard and then said under his breath Frack, thats
impossible.

Report,
Sergeant Evans Colonel Collins said in a level tone.

Sir,
when the system first spotted the target it made its time to impact
with the atmosphere at just over 2 days. I asked Sergeant Hartford
to track the target for me so I could reboot my systems when I
thought it had detected an increase in speed and a change in its
course, Sergeant Evans said as he paused just a heartbeat than
went on. As you know, Sir, an object on course to Earth will
increase its speed somewhat; but its impossible that it would
increase its speed to the point that it would be 240,000 plus mph,
Sir. Sergeant Evans spoke with his voice calm, but couldnt hide
a bit of surprise that was also in it.

Colonel
Collins knew the background information that Sergeant Evans told him.
A space-born object would accelerate due to the Earths gravity as
it got close, but that increase would not bring the speed up to the
level that was being talked about. That would take an engine or
rocket of some kind.

That
meant something artificial.

Something
that was man-made.

Or,
something that was made by aliens.

Correction.
Sir said Sergeant Hartford breaking Colonel Collins out of a
thought he really didnt want to have. Tango Alpha 150 Delta
will now reach planetary atmosphere in just under one hour.

Sergeant
Evans turned to his console and looked at the information on the
screen. Shaking his head, he spoke clearly as his training over-rode
his emotions: Confirmed, Sir. Tango Alpha 150 Delta has increased
its speed. It also appears to have changed course again. Target now
appears to be on a trajectory that would take it into Earth Orbit
instead of burning up in the atmosphere.

Colonel
Collins stood there for a moment, then turned and made his way back
to his desk, all the while giving out orders.

Sergeants
Evans, Hartford, I want you tracking that target and nothing else. I
want a status report every time anything with Tango Alpha 150 Delta
changes or every 60 seconds. Do I make my clear, Gentleman?

Colonel
Collins heard both men reply Yes Sir as he again picked up his
yellow receiver and punched the button again. As the phone rang, he
looked at the pictures on the back wall.

General
Smith: Colonel Collins, Sir. I have an update for you on that
earlier situation, Sir. The new target has changed course and speed
twice now, Sir. I believe we have a true code Invade1 , Sir.
Colonel Collins said when General Smith answered the phone.

Status
report, Colonel, Sergeant Evans called out. Tango Alpha 150
Delta is holding a steady course and speed, Sir.

Tango
Alpha 150 Deltas current trajectory is confirmed, Colonel; if it
slows down it will go into orbit on its current heading added
Hartford.

Collins
closed his eyes and lowered his head for a second. Then he turned to
face the board and said, Its confirmed, General: we have an
Invade1, Sir.

Collins
listened for a moment then pressed another button on the raised area
on his desk. The display off to one side went from saying Base
Alert Level 4 to Base Alert Level 3. When the change
happened, the sound of a horn could be heard from hidden speakers in
the room. The horn was followed by a voice calling out a level 3
alert and for all personal to man their stations. The sound and the
alert were repeated again then all noise in the control room
disappeared.

As
Colonel Collins waited for the Generals orders, he asked the
sergeants And, if Tango Alpha 150 Delta doesnt slow down?

It
could bounce off the atmosphere and back into space was the reply
from Hartford.

Estimated
time till it reaches orbit interface? asked Colonel Collins.

45
minutes, Sir replied both men.

Colonel
Collins heard General Smiths voice come back over the phone while
at the same time he saw a second display beside the one that showed
the Base Alert Level change. This display had been showing a single
number 5. Now it showed the single number 3.

The
heading above the number read Defcon Level.

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