#n137

[numbuh429]

Numbuh 60 had lain out a line of small circular bombs for a join procedure between the two Drill sergeants classes. It was meant to be a real easy thing. Just disable 2 chili bombs within the 3 minute limit. Easy peasy. Unfortunately a certain cadet with a love of punting round objects into orbit caught sight of it. Immeditately she made a sprint for it and shoved her toe straight into it causing the entire place to rock from the explosion

It was a cacophony of chaos, if Eris had ever lain sight or laid waste to one. The milisecond there was a hairline fraction between Numbuh 137′s foot and the bomb, Numbuh 429′s mouth was frozen in a screech, Numbuh 60 had a look of horror, and several other cadets had turned on their heel, already ready to run for their lives.

“NUMBUH 137!” Patton roared.

“RUN!” Numbuhs 133-136 had yelped.

“FOR ZERO’S SAKE-” Numbuh 429 had screamed. It was the last thing anyone had heard before the room erupted in the chili bomb.

Numbuh 137 sat in the middle, perfectly content and covered in chili. One bomb had been enough to cover the room. Numbuh 60 had his head in his hands, and Numbuh 429 was already wondering how to get the chili out of everyone’s parkas.

The other cadets laid on the floor, absentmindedly licking their lips. They had, somehow, been used to this.

It was then that Numbuh 137 stood up- and saw another bomb, which had gone unactivated, untriggered by the first one. Her pupils dilated, and once more, instinct overrode common sense.

[numbuh429]

The young cadet rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe that dumb Numbuh 60 had dumped her on someone else. What a cruddy teacher. Apparantly she was gonna be stuck with this other kid, Numbuh 429 or somethin' like that. She looked the kid up and down, assessing her with judging eyes. "The other guy wasn't good enough to handle me," she explained, tossing the girl a load of paperwork that would state her transfer over to 429s class

Numbuh 60 had warned her about the little one with a soccer ball and a talent for knocking everyone down with it. Full of energy and a tongue that stung. Patton took care of everyone, only giving her a cadet when his class was too full, or if she didn’t have any- rarely because he ‘wasn’t good enough to handle’ anyone. A fleck of fear took her. If he wasn’t good enough, what made him so sure-

She caught the paperwork with a hand, nearly missing it. But then again, Numbuh 274 had selected this runt. She had absolute faith in the Soopreme Leader.

“Not to worry. We’ll whip you up into shape one way or another, there’s not a commissioned KND operative out there who hasn’t been trained by Numbuh 60 or I.” she grinned, propping her goggles up over her head and allowing her to make eye contact with the new cadet. She then glanced at the files, some information covering the basics.

“Fastest kid alive, hmm?” she asked, looking back up at her with a brief smile. Several kids had claimed to have the ‘est’, but only had the ‘er’. What made this kid think she had the ‘est’?

[numbuh429]

Diana gave a frustrated growl as her hair once again got tangled in her goggles. She was going to go on a mission with her drill sergeant for the first time but unfortunately Diana had been so caught up in training that she failed to notice how long her hair had gotten since she left home. The wavy strands had gotten to below her shoulder and continued to fly in her face when she ran. With no idea what to do she looks to her drill sergeant with a pout as she complained of her troubles

“Ready, little one? Remember the plan, you kick first, then I’ll dash into the roo-” Numbuh 429 had her back to the cadet while fixing her own goggles and tech. One S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R. per person. one C.O.N.E.C.A.N.N.O.N. for the both of them, but a whine stopped her.

“Hm?” she asked, and turned her head, propping her goggles up. The little one had her hair tangled in her goggles. An irrational sort of maternal care swelled up behind 429′s parka, and her eyes swept the room, looking for a pair of scissors.

“It’s alright, c’mere, we’ll fix this. It’s about time you got a haircut- or would you like to tie your hair back for now?” she asked, putting down some of their tools and looking around the room. The mission wouldn’t start until they were both prepared.

[numbuh429]

"Ay teach! Happy birthday" The young cadet throws an odd looking ball into the air before sending it rebounding across a hallway, just barely missing several other cadets, before flying into 429s chest. Whether or not it was caught or collided into her was all up to the drill sergeant. Regardless of how, once the ball comes to a stop, steam hisses from inside before it opens up to reveal a small present. Its a small bottle of holy water 'Find jesus ya sinner' the card says. Diana is a true hero.

Happy birthday? In that moment, that operative felt three separate emotions. Glee, that the cadet had remembered her birthday- it was her birthday!- then a bout of confusion, because she realized that today, indeed, was not her birthday. The third was fear, because a giant soccer ball was going to hit her. 

With either battle-tried reflexes or the instinct of an operative that had dealt with Numbuh 137, she caught the ball, flinching when it hissed, but when it opened up, she had no idea what to feel.

Holy water.

“NUMBUH 137-” The arctic base drill sergeant yelled, charging to wherever the little one had gone off to this time.

[swack-gs]

Le Zap de Spi0n n°137

Le Zap de Spi0n n°137

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[thesaddlepatch]

Killer Whale displays a ‘Miracle’ recovery

26th August 1978

A year after the accident that almost took her life the killer whale Miracle still acts like a baby. “Litle things scare her” said Angus Matthews, her trainer and manager of Sealand of the Pacific. “Shes afraid of seagulls and cut fish. She’s more of a timid baby than the name ‘killer whale’ would suggest”

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[tr1pl3j]

I haven’t got the time to properly organize my Nomi list yet but I should have them up a week before AN. Here’s a little teaser for now. XDDD

[numbuh429]

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“Hey there, runt.” Numbuh 429 chuckled, passing by her favorite protege, but without waiting for a greeting back, she grabbed her from behind with one arm, slinging one arm around her waist and rubbing her fist into her skull with giggles. It was fun being taller and having some kind of advantage over Diana.