This fanfiction is dedicated to Private First Class Timothy J. Webb of the United States Marine Corps as of April 13, 2007. You and your brothers and sisters in the Corps make us proud, Marine. Semper Fidelis.
GI Joe is the codename for America's daring, highly trained special mission force.
Its purpose: to defend human freedom against COBRA: a ruthless terrorist organization determined to rule the world.
A Real American Hero
Chapter 1: Recruitment
"The project was a failure, Sir," Dr. Director explained nervously to the three men in uniform studying the video monitors before them.
"Maybe, maybe not," one of the three men spoke up, pausing the screen. His blue eyes narrowed before he stood to his feet. "His file says he has minor training at Yamanouchi in Tai Shing Pek Kwar. And also has much combat experience with Kim Possible."
"That's correct, General Colton," Dr. Director replied awkwardly.
"And may I ask why Global Justice hasn't given him opportunities to hone his skills?" the General asked, as the two other men present turned their attention to Dr. Director.
"Sir, he's… clumsy and more than slightly distractible." Dr. Director said as sweat trickled down her forehead. "He's far too much of a free spirit to be of use."
"And Ms. Possible is more qualified? Judging by the files, she's far more uncontrollable; if nothing else, this young man has shown all the virtues that we're looking for." The General replied with a cold expression. "As for clumsy and distractible? I was too once. We all were. And if a Joe I trained had been more focused on what she was doing than Duke's ass, she'd have both eyes right now." He said, causing Dr. Director and one of his companions to flush. "You have no place to speak of distractibility."
"Yes, General," Dr. Director gulped.
"If you won't do it, then there's only one thing to do," the General said, turning back to his companions.
"Are you sure he's cut out for this, Joseph?" a general in a wheelchair said, sitting tall.
"He'll have to go through hell, but I think he can do it," the youngest of the three spoke up, standing beside the handicapable general. "Since he isn't transferring from the military, he'll have to take the Agents' entry… And the Sergeant can make almost anyone into a Joe."
"Then it's decided. Can you bring him in, Director?" the lead General asked, turning to the woman who nodded and left the room.
Ron Stoppable sighed as he leaned against his locker. "Dear Mr. Stoppable, we appreciate you showing interest in our college, but we are afraid we must decline your acceptance at this time…" He muttered to himself. Every application he sent was returned with the same response. "Gotta send more … there's gotta be a college somewhere that will accept me…"
"Hey, Ron!" He jumped at the sound of his girlfriend's voice behind him. He quickly shoved his rejection letter into his pocket and forced a grin to the beautiful redhead approaching him.
"Hey, KP, someone's in a bon-diggity good mood today." He said noticing the fact she was wearing a beaming smile.
"I got college letters back today," she grinned, "I was accepted at all of them. All I have to do is pick the college closest to yours and we're all set!" Kim exclaimed, "Maybe we'll even get to go to the same school! That would be spankin'!"
"Yeah, it would," Ron forced down a grimace.
"So, have you gotten any letters back yet?" Kim asked, wrapping her arms around his as they started to leave the school.
"Nah, not yet, KP," Ron found it disturbing how easy it was getting to lie to her about his college plans, or lack thereof.
"Ok," Kim nodded as they walked. "Let me know as soon as you get them, and we'll decide on what you want to do and where you want to go, ok? We don't have that much time left, so you better get with it, Mr. Stoppable," Kim bumped against him playfully.
"The lack of baddie activity has helped, hasn't it?" Ron asked, changing the subject. "Wonder where all of them went? I know not all of them are in prison."
"Who knows? Maybe they finally quit," Kim shrugged as they continued out of the school on to Kim's car. "I'm not going to complain," she said as she sat down in the driver's seat and fastened her seatbelt. Kim started the engine and turned on the radio; both teens fell silent when a news report aired instead of music.
"Earlier today, the Indonesian American Embassy was attacked by the Terrorist organization Red Shadows. GI Joe was dispatched and successfully drove off the attack, apprehending several Red Shadow members. There were no civilian casualties, though five Joes were killed and three injured in the battle. Reasons for the attack are unknown; we will report as news breaks…" The reporter informed, "In entertainment news, Britina was recently seen with old flame …" Kim changed the channel.
"That's one of the reasons I'm kind of glad we haven't gotten many hits," Kim said softly as she pulled out of the parking lot. "I'm all about taking risks, but what those people do…villains with insane plots is one thing, but dealing with terrorists who'd rather kill you than brag about what they plan to do is something different."
"No big, KP. We handle the super villains; GI Joe handles the big guys like COBRA, Red Shadows, HYDRA," Ron said, leaning the seat back.
"Ron, HYDRA is a comic book villain group; it's not real." Kim smirked as Ron rolled his eyes, but then she grew serious. "But it is getting a lot more dangerous out there." She said as she and Ron climbed out of her car. "Staying for dinner?"
"Nah … I gotta … mail some more letters." He mumbled the last part under his breath. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, KP," he said, moving around to her side of the car to give her a quick peck.
"Ok," She said, mildly concerned at Ron turning down food. "Night, Ron…" She said, turning and entering the house, missing the tube opening at Ron's feet.
"Oh, come on!" Dr Drakken cursed as their police transfer bus hit yet another pothole. "There's plenty of road; why are you aiming for those blasted things?!"
"Oh, put a sock in it, Dr. D," Shego rolled her eyes as she leaned back in her seat.
"Your unconcerned words hurt, Shego," Drakken crossed his arms and pouted. "WE STILL HAVE RIGHTS! I DEMAND MY RIGHT TO SMOOTH, SAFE TRANSPORT!" Drakken shouted before a loud explosion rocked the bus, sending it to its side. Drakken and Shego yelped as they fell on top of each other and on top of the two criminals in the seat across from them.
"I don't know how, but this has to be your fault," Shego complained pulling herself off her employer.
The rear hatch of the bus was then blown off, and men in blue uniforms with a red symbol in the shape of a king cobra on their chests started pulling the criminals out.
"I'm looking for Andrew Lipsky and Shelia Goh," An attractive, dark-haired woman in skintight black leather and eye glasses said, looking over the orange-clad criminals. "Or perhaps you will know them better as Dr. Drakken and Shego." She said, turning her bored eyes onto the duo. "Ah. Destro, I found them."
"Drakken and Shego, I presume…" A tall man who looked like he had his whole head dipped in liquid metal approached the azure-skinned scientist and his mint-hued mistress. "I come to you to offer you a privileged opportunity. I am Destro, and this lady, my companion, you may call the Baroness."
"What do you want, Chromedome?" Shego snorted before throwing her hands up as the masked soldiers all aimed their rifles at her.
"Stand down," Destro said, holding up a hand. "You are as spirited as I expected, Shego." He smiled. "To the untrained eye, you are a bumbling fool and a has-been hero. But your latest attempt at world domination was… most impressive. It brought attention to my leader and client. He would like you to join our organization. You want to rule the world, Dr Drakken, but you cannot do this alone. Join us, and the world will be yours. All you must do is swear your allegiance to COBRA."
"I work for me and no one else, Destructo, or whatever your name is!" Drakken snorted.
"That's too bad… Kill them." Destro said, turning his back.
Drakken's eyes widened when the soldiers raised their rifles again. "WAIT! WAIT!" Destro turned back. "Is there a 401K plan?"
Shego nodded quickly as well.
Destro narrowed his eyes and stomped toward the madman. "There is in fact… a 401K and paid sick leave and vacation."
"Paid sick leave? I'm in. Shego?" Drakken nodded, taking Destro's hand in a hand shake. "Shego?"
"Do I have a choice?" Shego asked through gritted teeth.
"No," Baroness answered, looking at her nails.
"Very good," Destro nodded, "The Commander will be most pleased. Let us go. Soldiers, kill the rest; no evidence." He ordered, and Shego closed her eyes tight at the sound of the automatic rifle file and the monetary screams.
"I wish you wouldn't do that…" Ron murmured as he hit the floor in Dr. Director's office. "Where's KP?"
"Hello, Mr. Stoppable," Dr. Director greeted. "It's you we have business with today actually."
"Me? Please tell me you're not doing that Ron-factor thing again…" Ron groaned as Rufus stuck his head out of his pocket and agreed.
"No, though it does have something to do with that. Let me ask you something, Mr. Stoppable; what are your plans for after high school?" Dr Director said, leaning across her desk and looking him in the eye.
"Oh … well … I was thinking of going to college," Ron said, scratching his head. "I haven't decided which yet; everyone wants a piece of the Ron-man, you know?"
"Odd way of showing it with rejection letters," Dr. Director smirked as Ron deflated.
"I'll figure something out," Ron replied in a defeated tone. "I always came out on top before…"
"Would be interested in another option besides college?" Dr. Director offered.
"Join Global Justice? Thanks but no thanks; your uniforms look too itchy…" Ron said shook his head.
"Our roster is quite full, so, no, I'm not offering you that. Would you come with me, please?" Dr. Director said, standing up from her desk and moving to a side door. Ron followed her into a small room with three men sitting at a desk. "Ronald, this is General Colton, General Hawk, and…"
"Call me Duke," the blond on the end gave a nod.
"What is this?" Ron asked as Dr. Director saluted and exited the room, closing the door behind her.
"Have a seat, Mr. Stoppable," Duke said, motioning to the chair before the desk. "We'd like to discuss a potential future with our organization…"
Kim shifted on the couch in her home as she sat around with her family and Ron's. Hana shifted in her adopted mother's arms, sensing the room's uneasiness. Ron had called them both and said he had some major announcement he wanted to tell them all at the same time, so there they were, waiting patiently for him to arrive from wherever he'd been.
"He's here," Mrs. Possible said as she entered the room followed by a clearly nervous Ron.
"This better be important, Ronald," Mr. Dr. P said from his lounge chair, "Jim and Tim aren't used to sitting still this long. I had to bribe them with a sample of the new J400 rocket fuel."
"Oh, it is, Mr. Dr. P…" Ron said, shifting from foot to foot. "KP… you've been accepted to all the schools you applied to, right?"
"Yeah," Kim said slowly before her eyes lit up. "I know what this is about! You finally got your acceptance letters back!"
"Yes, I did, and … I was denied at every school I applied…" Ron said, avoiding eye contact from anyone. "That's why I wanted to tell you to just go at the best school for you, and not worry about me."
"What? No, I'm not leaving you behind," Kim said before anyone else could get a word in.
"I've already decided what I need to do, and really, it's the only real option I have besides staying at Smarty Mart for the rest of my life." Ron said, glancing around the room.
"So… what are you going to do, Son?" Mr. Stoppable asked.
Ron took a deep breath and pulled a pamphlet from his back pocket. "I was approached earlier by some guys who said they saw some potential in me …and you always did say I was Potential Boy, KP…"
"Ron… what have you done?" Kim asked, a worried clump forming in her throat.
"I've enlisted… with G.I. Joe."
To Be Continued …
I know I have other fics in progress, but after attending my best friend's graduation and becoming a Marine, I had to vent some of the pride and worry I have for him. This story is dedicated to all who serve in the Military, not just the U.S., but everywhere, who stand to defend their homeland. Snap Salute!