Hey guys, Fanoren here. This story is technically a crossover, but I'm leaving it in the Kim Possible category for now so I can build up a following before I switch it over to the actual crossovers section.
I do not own Either Shadowrun or Kim Possible.
Full Summary: 2075. Nearly seventy years ago, Kim and Ron left on a mission to fight Drakken and Shego. Neither the heroes or the villains were heard from again. However, an elderly Wade has discovered what happened to them, and how to get his friends back. A lot can change in seventy years though, will Kim and Ron be able to adjust, or even survive in this alien new world they find themselves in? A world where everything, anything, or anyone is for sale, and all that matters is the price.
(Febuary 14th 2075, Seattle metroplex, UCAS)
An elderly black man sat alone at a table inside a solid metal vault. Facing him were four empty chairs for his guests. He had arrived at the meeting early so he could go over his thoughts before he followed through with his plan. In front of him was a holographic display only visible to the cybernetic eye he'd aquired back in the early thirties. On the display was an old article from almost seventy years ago. The photographs of two teenagers were shown at the top of the article, along with the headline:
Local teen hero and sidekick missing!
The names of the kids were Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. They'd been missing since 2006. They had been on a mission to stop a mad scientist named Drakken and his sidekick Shego when they disappeared without a trace. Neither the heroes nor their arch enemies had been seen or heard from since that day. That was the day that the old man had begun his quest. His name was Wade, the tech guy for Kim and Ron. He had been the one who sent them on that mission they never returned from, and ever since they disappeared, he'd been looking for them. Scanning every corner of the internet and the world for any clue as to what might have happened to his closest friends. He had only been a kid back then. Not even into his teenage years, and now he was a wrinkled old man in his eighties. He didn't have much time in this world either. He didn't know how, but he could feel that his life was going to end sometime in the near future.
It had been a search that lasted almost his entire life, and now, in his twilight years, he finally had a breakthrough. Finally, after years of hardships, calamities, utter destruction and chaos, in a world that he hardly even recognized as the world that he grew up in, he finally found them. But how the world had changed since the two heroes had vanished.
just over five years after their disappearance, there was an event that changed the world forever. It was simply called "The Awakening". During the early days of the awakening, humanity discovered that magic did in fact exist, it had simply been laying dormant for the past five millenia. They learned this when a dragon clawed his way out of of Mt. Fuji in japan, heralding magic's return into the world. Bringing with it creatures thought only to exist in myth and legend, as well as new diseases, new natural disasters, new powers, and the complete destruction of the world as people had known.
Less than ten years after the awakening, mankind was sharing their world with orks, trolls, elves, dwarves, and a wide variety of other humanoid creatures collectively known as metahumans. A quarter of the world's population was killed in the VITAS pandemic that struck almost immediately after magic's return. In the direct aftermath of the awakening, dozens of countires world wide simply collapsed, and in their place rose the Megacorporations. Now the top ten most powerful corporations rule the world, bleeding its resources and people dry, and anyone who dared appose them wound up dead.
Needless to say, the world got screwed up after magic's return. Ironically enough, it was only because of how screwed up the world had become that Wade was able to find the one person Wade felt might make a difference, and his only means of getting her out.
Four figures emerged from the vault's door. Each one dressed in dark leather jackets of varying styles, but all reinforced with Kevlar. That was where the similarities ended.
The largest member of the group was a Hispanic ork. He had a military look about him. Shaved head, rigid discipline in his every movement, and an annoying aura of superiority. He stood over six feet tall and probably weighed about three hundred pounds of sheer muscle. Although this was only the meeting and it was agreed that neither party would bring much in terms of weaponry, he still had a revolver holstered on his hip. And if one looked closely enough, they'd notice that while his right arm looked normal, it whirred and hummed softly with it's movements, a telltale sign that it was a cybernetic replacement. He went by the street name "Gutshot"
The only woman of the group was a stunningly beautiful human. She had two eagle feathers tied into her raven black hair, and her bared arms were practically crawling with tattoos of hunting wolves. Artemis was her name.
"Shadow Demon" was an elf, so he was a few inches taller than Atremis and walked with an inhuman grace. He had the kind of face that some would call handsome, but wouldn't stick out in a crowd, which made him ugly by elven standards. The good news was that he didn't have the same haughty arrogance and better-then-thou attitude that usually plagued his kind. But beyond this, the only thing that stuck out about him was the baseball cap he wore with a big red A on it. The symbol of neo-anarchy.
The last member of the team was also the oldest, looking to be roughly in his late thirties. Yet despite his age, he still had the supreme confidence of a teenager. His Mohawk and sideburns were dyed red, and there was an annoying smirk on his face. Blitz was his name.
They were shadowrunners. Mercenaries who do the work that governments, corporations, and anyone who could afford them, needed to have done… discreetly.
"Hoi there, Mr. Johnson." Artemis said.
"You know Johnson isn't my real name Artemis." The team's leader shrugged.
"It's what we call all of our clients who want to remain anonymous. Just because we're friends doesn't mean we won't give you the same treatment." Wade nodded in agreement.
"Very well. Now, to business." Wade produced a small piece of plastic from his pocket and handed it to Blitz, who inserted it into a small plug in the side of his head. Although nobody else could see it, a small display had popped up in front of the mohawked man's face with the pictures of Ron and Kim, and the article on their disappearance.
"Can't say much about the boy, but the girl looks pretty cute." He said, a slight german accent leaking through his years of practiced english. He then mentally ordered his commlink to send copies of the image to the rest of his team.
"Says here they went missing almost seventy years ago." Shadow pointed out. "She might have looked good back then, but if she's still alive she'd probably look more wrinkled than you." Blitz shot his teammate a glare.
"So what do you want with these two?" Gutshot asked. His deep voice almost a growl.
"I've tracked them down to an Ares Macrotechnology lab in Chicago." Wade began. "They are old friends of mine, and I want you to bring them to me." Shadow's eyes widened at the mention of Chicago.
"You want us to go to bug city?" He asked in disbelief. "After that botched job against Don Leoni, I had to lay low there for six months!" He shook his head violently. "The had better be a fragging good reason for me going back there! I just got back two weeks ago!"
"I'm with Shadow on this." Gutshot commented. "Having my body taken over by insect spirits is bad for business, and shut your mouth Blitz." Blitz, who looked like he was about to say something, shrugged.
"It would probably help you with the ladies, but whatever."
"And it would help you make good jokes for a change."
"Enough!" Artemis shouted. "We are here to do a job, and do it profesionally. You can bitch as much as you want once we are done and I'm out of earshot." Despite her small body, Artemis's voice held a strong, commanding tone that left no room for debate. Even though he was twice her size and could easily rip her in half, Gutshot cursed under his breath but didn't dare argue with the team's leader. Blitz did the same while Shadow rolled his eyes at his squabbling teammates. While most Shadowrunner teams weren't the most disciplined, most had the common sense to at least act professional in front of the client.
"What's the pay?" The elf asked, trying to change the subject. "I'm not going back there unless you're willing to fork over a small fortune." Wade nodded.
"Your pay will be fourty thousand up front, and another fourty when the job is done." Blitz let out a low whistle.
"Twenty grand apiece eh?" He thought aloud. "Seems like a good enough price to me." Gutshot nodded his agreement while Artemis eyed Shadow. She and Wade both knew that the success of this mission would entirely depend upon him and his knowlege of how to survive in the Chicago Containment Zone. The young elf's eyes were glossed over as his thoughts raced through his head.
"That's quite a payday old man." Shadow finally said. "I'll take it, but I hope these friends of yours are worth the hell we are going to put ourselves through."
"If they are anything like how they were when I last saw them, then they will be more than worth it."
A/N: And there's the prolouge for you. Mostly just some exposition and setting things in motion. However, if you're a Shadowrun veteran, you'd know that there's more to this. Conspiracies, murder, violence, and maybe even a little romance are all in store for those who choose to continue. If that's not you're thing, then this story isn't for you.
Also, go ahead and ask me about the shadowrun lore or just about anything you are confused about. I'll start things off with Wade's role in this.
Wade is a "Fixer" in this story. He functions as a middle man between various organizations. If a "Mr. Johnson" wants to hire a team of shadowrunners for a job, he contacts a fixer who then either finds a team to do it, or puts one together. Alternatively, he's also the guy that Runner's come to if they need something that none of them can get on their own. Wanna buy a new sniper rifle but you have no idea how to get in touch with the local black market? Talk to a fixer, they'll be sure to let you know... for a fee. So basicly, he's doing what he did for team possible, only this time he's doing it for criminals who pay him. If you say Wade wouldn't be doing something like this, I suggest you look at the story's title again and remember that he's now an old man. Besides, he may not have a choice in the matter, but more on that later.