(While part of the story takes place in the not too distant future the majority takes place in the present time just a few months following the events in the story "Game On" by The Optimistic Scholar; story ID# 10000700)
(In a not too distant future)
Seven soldiers in sleek all-encompassing metallic armor bearing deadly weapons of precision strode slowly but purposefully across the battle field of smoke, debris, and death. Nothing was left to challenge them and the hollowness and silence of their victory hung heavy on their commander.
"Scouts reporting in, squad leader, rebels routed and either dead or on the run", said the communication specialist.
"They never stood a chance. It was almost boring", whispered the squad leader in a voice barely heard over their communicators.
"Shall we pursue, sir?" questioned the squad's exec.
"What is the point? They're beat and they know it. Let's pack it up and get back to base."
"A communication from command sir, they want you to report to battle command central ASAP", once again the voice of the communication specialist.
"Exec take the squad back to base and I will go see what the old man wants."
"Yes, squad leader!"
As the squad moved out its leader stared out over the bleak landscape of a world ravaged by decades of war from minor to major revolutions against the Proconsul. "I hate my job."
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The squad leader strode through the sterile corridors of battle command wondering would the world ever be clean after this war. Finally he reached battle command central.
"Vega One, reporting as ordered, sir."
A black clad middle aged man with dark hair graying at the temples looked up form a three dimensional map of a ground target site and an underground complex and motioned for the squad leader to enter. "Greetings squad leader and congratulations on your latest victory you are one of our greatest assets which has been noticed at the highest levels of command."
"Thank you, sir."
"Keep your thanks squad leader; I have a new assignment for you and your squad. You have been selected for a special mission by name from the Proconsul himself", said the black clad commander as he strode over in front of the squad leader.
"I did not know the Proconsul knew me or my squad sir."
"Evidently he knows you. It appears he has been following your development and career since you were found as a baby. He expressed interest in something about irony and it being in his favor. Have you ever met the Proconsul?"
"Once sir, he was blue and creepy." The commander laughed at the squad leader's comment.
"Be careful what you say squad leader you may be very pretty and a valuable asset but even valuable asset are expendable."
"What is the mission, sir?" Vega asked in a slightly contemptuous tone that was ignored by the commander. The commander turned back to the three dimensional display and indicated the area on the map and the underground installation.
"It appears to be a standard search and destroy mission. Apparently the Proconsul has been searching for this place for years and has just found it. He requested your team be the one to take it out but I believe he is on the way himself to oversee the operation. So gather your squad and perform the initial insertion in two hours and then meet the Proconsul and his retinue when they arrive. "
"What resistance can we expect?"
"As far we can tell nothing, the place appears deserted. Dismissed and good luck squad leader."
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The anti-gravitational fields from the hovercraft always upset Vega's stomach a little bit but it did not show in the vice command to the squad. It was almost pitch black as the cloud cover obscured the moon and left no lights but the ones coming from their armor. They were now in hoover mode directly over the target site. The squad made an orderly standard deployment once it was confirmed that no hostiles were present. The squad leader then ordered his soldiers to recon the site while Vega went below. Once Vega entered the tunnels below small emergency lights began to come on so there was still some power left there though it appeared no one had been here for decades. Vega passed many abandoned rooms that could have been barracks or supply areas until his internal scanners detected a stronger power source in an empty room apparently behind a blank wall. A raised armored fist shot forward and the wall exploded inward in a pile of debris and dust.
"Is there a problem squad leader", came the voice of the exec.
"Unsure, when you finish your sweep topside head down here. Home in on my beacon."
As Vega entered the room the lighting grew brighter and suddenly various screens and panels to various equipment and computer screens began to light up. The room was enormous and did not appear to be part of the display the commander had shown. Vega passed through the room staying on guard studying the strange equipment and looking for any possible threats. Nothing jumped out as dangerous but Vega spotted a dust covered bag between what appeared to be a computer and a power generator. The bag was old and in poor shape so Vega carefully extracted it from its hiding place and wiped it with an armored hand. The words "Global Justice" were written on its side. Global Justice sounded like something the rebels would use as a call sign or some other lame term. Opening the bag, Vega found it contained some form of personnel files. The name on one file was "Kimberly Anne Possible" and the other was "Shego / Shego Possible". Next there was a book or journal of some sort with no title or designation. Then Vega found some tech that looked like a scanner or communication device but it did not seem to be functioning. Maybe it was out of power? Then Vega found another piece of tech that he barely recognized as an old computer data storage device or flash drive. After glancing at the computer station next where the bag was stored and after a little searching found an outlet for the device and plugged it in. The screen grew brighter as the drive must have had an auto run feature.
Suddenly on the screen a slightly blurry image appeared of a pale skinned girl apparently in her late teens with dark auburn colored hair. The image looked vaguely familiar to Vega One like something from a dream. Suddenly the girl on the screen spoke and she appeared disheveled and out of breath.
"Hello ... sorry. This message is twofold. First message is for Vega One. We have never met before but I am your sister. We are people of duty you and me. We have a duty to protect others and I need you to protect me so we can save the world. Where you are now and what you are a part of was never meant to be. We have to stop this from happening which means you and I are going to have to make some hard choices. The files that you will find in the bag explain our parents and our family. You were not forgotten or abandoned. Our parents loved you with all their hearts and souls. You will find a picture of them in the bag as well. Look at it and see their love. I know you have not had this love but it is here for you. You will also find a journal. Your journal! That will tell you what you need to do and when. All this equipment around you is designed to open a temporary portal in the space time continuum that you must use to come back to us. The journal should have all the instructions. Take the Kimmunicator with you as well", Gracie holds up her own to show.
"The second message is for me, Hi. When I am finally seeing this, things will be happening fast and I will need to be faster. Trust in George to do his job. My job is to reprogram the time displacement controls first with a specific destination and then with a delayed displacement. You will know what I mean at the time. It will leave you vulnerable but trust me help will come, I promise." Just for a second Gracie draws a breath. "Vega, that's about it except to say that without your help I will die and the world with me. Come back to us, come home."
Vega stood in shock at the screen for several moments and then looked inside the bag. Inside he found an old and faded print out of a photograph. The picture showed two women one taller of pale complexion and hints of green in her skin with long black hair. The shorter women possessed a rosy complexion and red auburn hair slightly lighter than the girl in the video. They were standing in a hanger or equipment bay of some sort and were embraced arm in arm with their foreheads barley touching. The green of their eyes shown with more emotion than Vega had ever known.
"Squad leader are you alright," Vega turned to see his six squad mates standing at the hole Vega had made into the room. The picture he had been holding suddenly crumbled into pieces in his hands.
"Go scout the perimeter again and do not return until I say". The rest of the squad stood silent staring between them. "Go!" Vega yelled and the squad quickly withdrew. Vega now opened the bag and withdrew the files, which almost crumbled in his hands, and began to read. When Vega finished the files, now in almost utter ruin after his handling, he then turned to the Journal next. The Journal was made of a more durable plastic and did not crumble away as he quickly scanned its contents. When finished, Vega did not hesitate but began following the journals instructions in activating the time displacement equipment. Vega soon discovered that surprisingly adequate power still remained for one maybe two time slips at most.
"Squad leader the Proconsul's ship is approaching," came the voice of Vega's exec over the communicator.
"All of you get down here immediately." In short order all of the squad was present. They stared at the room with the strange equipment that was beginning to come to life under the manipulation of Vega. "Drop all your ordinance, armor, cloaking, communications, explosives, the works immediately". His squad once again stood staring at each other unsure of what to do. "I said drop it all now!" The squad trusted their leader so they began doing as ordered until the pile of equipment lay at their feet and they were reduced to wearing little more than their small closes.
"Now leave."
"Squad leader?" voiced the exec.
"Leave or die!" and the squad stared down the raised armored arm of their leader and the charged plasma cannon he had activated. The squad who had never seen their leader like this before filed out until only the exec remained.
"Sir, the Proconsul is nearly here," and with harsh glance from Vega the last of his squad left. Vega then began to sort through the equipment dropped by the others and picked the best pieces to augment his own. Then Vega began planting explosives throughout the room. When completed, Vega set the final charge with short delay timer. The high pitched whine of full power levels began to radiate throughout the room and suddenly a sparkling white and grey circular portal opened in the center of the room. The sound of many armored feet approaching now began to be heard. Vega took the armor, equipment, journal, flash drive, and what Gracie had called the Kimmunicator and stood before the portal.
"Don't worry Gracie together we can do anything," and Vega stepped through.
Author's Notes:
It is hard to believe that I have finally started this dread odyssey. The roller coaster ride begins now so get ready for friendship, family, fights, fun, and frightful revelations.Gracie Anne Possible is a character creation of Poetheather1 and used with her permission. The story "Game On" was the creation of The Optimistic Scholar and was sited with their permission. Kim possible and all characters associated with it are the Copyrighted property of the Disney Corporation and the creation of Bob Schooley and Mark Mckorkle. Any characters of Disney's Kim Possible are used without their permission but for non-profit purposes.