Captain Possible and The Centurion Legacy

"This is Free..." Monique began, then hesitated a moment before clearing her throat and beginning to speak into the microphone again. "This is Monique Watson, the voice of Freedom Two..."

As the radio changed from static to speech, an acrid yellow smoke wafted throughout the Passages; the result of an intense battle waged with an army of synthodrones versus spinning tops of doom, neural destabilizing sporks, and a two person team consisting of a thin blond woman surrounded in the aura of a ghostly bear and a man in black armor similar to one of Kim's team.

Anne Possible helped a wounded middle aged man onto a cot, instructing him to rest until someone had time to tend to him. The battle had been intense, and it had seemed that it had been nearly lost until finally the synthodrones had begun popping inexplicably.

"Josh?! Tara?!" she called, searching through the crowd of people in the circle they had created as a defensible position.

"Aunty Annie?" Larry called, wading through the injured to reach her. He was bleeding from a gash on his forehead, and a large burn adorned one arm where an energy bolt had torn away his shoulder armor. His glasses were missing and he stumbled toward her as though he was nearly blind.

"Larry!" Anne cried, hugging the young man. "Thank you for coming!"

Larry blushed. "I couldn't let Junior and Dash have all the excitement." he said, nearly in a daze. "Besides, that was just like Nimbus Three, and the battle of Nimbanar!" he laughed with a snort. Anne shrugged, content in the fact that her nephew had made it through the battle alive.

"Hey!" Jim Possible shouted from down one of the tunnels.

"Over here!" Tim called.

Josh snapped awake to the sound of his son crying beside him. He bolted upright, tearing through a layer of thickened synthogoo and sucking in a burst of air before nearly choking on it. He felt his chest in an effort to make certain he was corporeal, then began a quick search for Tara and Joss.

The crying was close by, and he stood, tearing up layers of yellow goop as he did. "Tara!" he shouted. "Hana!"

A bubble in the synthogoo began to form as Tara attempted to stand, the dried pudding like substance tearing as it stretched. Her head broke through and she heaved a sigh, still holding the tiny baby in her arms. "Josh? Where are..." she asked, turning as he put his arms around his family. "Where's Hana?"

"Yuck!" the girl said. She was covered in the yellow gunk, and Josh stared at her in disbelief. "Okay?" she asked with a frown.

Josh thought for a moment, remembering the image of the girl disappearing in amongst the synthodrones, in a pillar of blue light that splintered into hundreds of monkey-like ghost creatures. They had then proceeded to grind their way through the synthetic soldiers, turning their robotic formation into chaos. He gestured for the young Japanese girl to join them, kneeling down to hug her as well. The four of them never even noticed the Possible's coming up behind them and throwing blankets over their shoulders.

"Our freedom has been won, our humanity saved. I've been given reports that Lord Drakken's fortress has literally vanished into light, much like many of the people he took that we knew as friends and family." Monique said over the radio Wade was standing beside.

He was watching the midday sun shine on the still disintegrating metropolis, feeling the heat radiating off of the energy that Drakken's fortress was being reverted into.

Soldiers in Monique's resistance cell bustled around him, giving him space as his body trembled. He clenched his teeth hard together as he suppressed a cry, watching the very thing that had taken so much from the world turn into something beautiful.