Captain Possible and The Centurion Legacy

Kim Possible stood atop the rubble outside of what used to be Go City's Mucho Grande Buenos Nacho. She wore her new battle suit, of course, as she always did now for missions. 'Off the rack' just hadn't cut it for the last five years of being on the run from Drakken's forces. Shortly after the Diablo control satellite was launched, Kim, Ron, and Rufus had collected Wade that night and raided what they could from her dad's lab in the Science Center. Taking what they could find of the Hephaestus Project, they had gone underground to Global Justice. Who knew you could undelete highly classified government technology?

The years since that horrible night flashed through Kim's mind as she struggled to keep her thoughts on the mission at hand. The relentless assault that the Diablo's wrought on the world until it's governments crumbled. It seemed Global Justice could have been the only thing with a plan to stop it, until Erik showed up again. Just as Dr. Director launched the world's arsenal of nuclear weapons against Drakken's satellite, he had become an unstoppable machine, and decimated GJ in one attack. All in the name of Lord Drakken. It had been four years since Kim had seen Dr. Director that day, and things have only gone down hill from there.

If Kim and her friends hadn't escaped the GJ base with the Centurion project, the resistance would have stopped there. Throughout the years, Wade had managed to reverse engineer the marvel of cybertronic technology and developed the new, current battle suits. Kim's had GJ's colors. Wade thought it fitting now that she was the closest thing to the organization's Director. With dark blue plating and silver highlights over her shoulders, reminiscent of a Roman Centurion and a flexible breast plate that covered her exposed navel, she had to admit that it wasn't as free moving as her black crop top and green cargoes used to be. A transparent targeting reticle with a Heads Up Display sat snugly over her right eye and she kept her waist length red hair in a braid down her back. More dark blue plating covered her legs, and ended in myo-netic enhanced boots that allowed her to leap many more times what her natural body could. She hoped that it would all be enough to take down Drakken, once and for all.

Now, as Kim looked down on the Mucho Grande Buenos Nacho, she smiled to herself. Through the targeting reticle, she could clearly see the twelve purple and black synthodrones that patrolled the now ragged looking former restaurant, guarding Drakken's most fearsome weapon. A Diablo Signal Repeater.

The Diablos had become worn since the crash of the satellite that used to control them. The rocket that had launched that fateful night sealed the deal on Drakken's world domination plot and by the time GJ had come up with a plan to destroy it, most of the planet's surface and its human civilization had been destroyed. Now, Drakken seemed to be allowing the Diablos to die out in exchange for run of the mill synthodrones and machines like Erik, believing that there was little to challenge him any longer. Apparently, the original Hephaestus Project was never meant to operate for such a long time and with each repeater station that Kim destroyed, Diablos rained down in small particles, no longer having the ability to hold together, even in their toy form. The Mucho Grande Buenos Nacho had one of the largest signals in the region, thanks to it's massive Taco sign.

"We're in position, Wade. Let's make history." Kim said as she drew her pistol and zoomed out her reticle. She quietly climbed down the mound of rubble, her long braid twisting around her.

Twelve synthodrones fell into formation as they met at the heavily armored doorway of the reinforced bunker that used to be one of the world's largest Mexican restaurants. A flash of steel pierced the back of the last drone and the draining husk was thrown into the dark corner that it's attacker had been hidden in. As a thick yellow fluid spilled out onto the pavement, Wade activated his battle suit's holographic emitter from the control panel on his wrist, placing an image of a synthodrone over top. He quickly stepped into line with the eleven other drones, following them into the large bunker, passing by the relief squad on its way out.