Captain Possible and The Centurion Legacy

Drakken slouched in his command chair, his chin resting in his gloved hand as he frowned at the holographic display of the Styx phase of his New World Order exploding and Kim Possible's transport craft rocketing away.

Erik stood at attention to his left, watching intently as the scene faded into an image of Kim Possible's ship sitting in the center of conjoining bolts of lightning that buzzed and sparked while Erik and the buffoon grappled on the hull.

Shego stood to Drakken's right, inspecting her claws and paying no attention to the display that showed her in an underground complex, chasing Kim Possible until she came to a large armored suit that exploded, sending the image into static.

Drakken covered his face with his hand in frustration. "Can either of you tell me why two indestructible, synthetic mechanical warlords can't take care of one human girl?!" he shouted. "Or worse, her team of buffoonish sidekicks?!"

"Maybe if she didn't have that Centurion Battle Armor, she'd be gone already!" Shego retorted, not taking her eyes off of a particularly sharpened metal claw. "How'd she wind up getting that tech again anyway?"

"Who cares?!" Drakken lamented, standing suddenly and pacing. "You two are supposed to be the most technologically advanced beings on the planet and you have both consistently failed. I took over the world, you'd think that would have been the hard part!"

A subtle cough at the doorway turned their heads toward Monkey Fist, who was standing stock still with his arms behind his back. Despite the uniform that Drakken forced all of his human servants to wear, and the compliance chip that caused them to obey Drakken's every command, Monkey Fist still portrayed an air of British civility. "Perhaps using such technological automatons is what is holding you back, Lord Drakken." he said calmly, passing an arrogant smirk at Erik.

"And what do you suggest?" Drakken asked, spinning fast enough for his cape to billow around him. "Your monkey ninjas have dispersed with the loss of your imaginary powers! Not that they were any more effective than my old henchmen."

Monkey Fist frowned slightly, remembering the feeling of mentoring the clan of monkey ninjas that used to dwell within his mansion, the descendants of the exiled Toshimiru clan. "Texts referred to a being so powerful as to be completely impervious to all forms of damage, turn living tissue to stone, and tear the very Earth asunder in storms of lightning and Earthquakes!" he exclaimed, clutching his hands together and wearing a maniacal grin.

Drakken, Shego, and Erik looked at him quizzically before replying. "And why didn't you call upon this being before?" Drakken asked, unconvinced.

Monkey Fist regained his composure before clearing his throat. "Because like any super weapon, it must be used as a last resort. A being so powerful would conceivably cause so much collateral damage as to make the world unlivable for living creatures." he explained with an arrogant sniff. "Seeing as how you've managed that all by yourself, it seems prudent to assume the time has come to summon this being forth."

"And I imagine that you're the only one that could conjure this thing?" Drakken asked in a bored tone.

"Of course." Monkey Fist stated. "But with your compliance chip attached securely to the base of my skull, what worry could you have of me turning against you?"

"True." Drakken grinned. "Very well, go do whatever you need to to bring this thing into my service and destroy Kim Possible!" he laughed. "Erik, go with him. See that this creature doesn't get out of hand."

Erik nodded, flashing Monkey Fist a glare as the man's grin faded. "Of course, Father. I don't doubt that this entity is nothing but a fool's figment of imagination, but I will do as you wish."