Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible and the other toon that would be fusioned with it. Though with the title and the summary, you could guess.

Power Xtreme

Chapter I: The Age of Technology

In the near future, the sudden boom of technology was one of the high points of human accomplishments. Sentient robots helped the citizens of the world and machines that made living simpler.

But there's a saying that all good intentions paved the way to hell.

The same technology that should have benefited man also became their fear. As always with humans, greed overran all reason. What were supposed to be tools for peace became tools for destruction.

And it's the job of Global Justice, Cybernetic Anti-Terrorism Unit, to see that the people were safe from Cybernetic Attacks. However… Though their job description was to police any crime committed by, or in direct control of, robots. Pretty simple. But the reality was, the Unit got their butts kicked every single time.

And Kim Possible was getting frustrated as hell.

As Global Justice's top field agent, she was supposed to be the best. She was given the task of leading a group of agents that would become the CATs. At first she was delighted that she was made Unit Commander. But as their failures increased, so did her ire and despair.

It was not because her unit was lacking in skill and ability, far from it. Her unit were the best agents there was. They were just ill-equipped to face the situations. And that's putting it mildly. The first mission they went was a disaster. She thought that if they would take out the people who were controlling the robots, they would cease to function. She made a grave error.

They had brought non lethal weapons to the scene. The intelligence she had been given was faulty. There had been no humans present in the crime. Only robots. She never saw anything like it before. The walking tin cans had lasers for arms and she could have sworn that one of them flipped hits torso backwards and fired a rocket.

Needless to say, they got away.

The second time, they brought laser rifles and rockets. But she underestimated the robot's design and numbers. The lasers slightly fazed them and to her surprise outnumbered them five to one.

In the end, the Unit was lucky to get out alive. The robots fired indiscriminately. Most of the time they were trying to get the people caught in the middle of the firefight away while they tried to keep themselves alive.

"What a mess I'm in," Kim sighed as she frowned at the pile of paperwork she needed to endure. She had been given an ultimatum, shape up or ship out. "Who's behind all of this?" Her vidphone suddenly beeped and a welcomed sight greet her.

"What up Wade?" Kim smiled although the weariness was evident in her face.

"You don't look so hot," Wade, now in his late teens worked freelance. However, he was restricted by Global Justice to limit his enterprise to design rather than his usual data gathering technique.

"Bad week," Kim sighed as explanation. "How's your end?"

"Same old, same old. Working on a teleportation device. I went to patent it but someone beat me to it," Wade said a bit miffed.

"Who?" Kim asked. This was news. Someone beat Wade into doing something. She knew the young man was a genius and it irked his pride that someone could outthink him.

"Don't know," he sighed. "Anyway. Couldn't find out since I can't hack into mainframes anymore."

"Let it go Wade. People get beat once in a while," Kim said making the young man smirk.

"Maybe you're right. Anyway, take care of yourself," With a wave, Wade ended the conversation. Kim sighed as she returned to her work. Never had a day gone by that she didn't wish that her old team was together. Looking at the framed picture at her desk, she knew that she had blundered it. Taking the picture frame, she touched the flat surface, wishing that she could go back in time and undo what she had done. Because of her pride, she had alienated her best friend and tore his heart.

Gazing at the picture of her and her beloved, she couldn't help but wonder if friendships were as easy to mend as a torn picture. She, in her anger, had torn the picture of them in the middle. It took her a while to realize what she had done and when she sought him out to apologize, he was gone. When she questioned his parents, they said that he needed time alone.

So she waited. But he never returned. That was seven years ago.

Now, she wondered that if he would ever forgive her.

Placing the frame down, she tried to get back to work and forget.

But all she could do was wonder where he was.

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In the middle of the dessert, one would wonder why anyone would be there. Sure there were nomads traveling from one place to another but no one who was lounging in the middle of an oasis in a beach chair, holding a glass of iced tea, looking up into the cloudless sky. To a person, one might think that he was enjoying a vacation. Except, Keith Chapel was not on vacation. But it wouldn't hurt to relax a bit.

Keith, though most of the time serious, was a man who took pleasures in the simple things in life. It was hard to find time to relax in the work that he does but he spent them wisely. Wearing a safari shirt that he had left open, one could see that Keith kept his body in shape. With his six foot frame, it was not easy for him to lounge around. His brown hair and hazel eyes completed the tall, dark and handsome persona. But he had a tendency to brood that added to the mystery.

"We're not here for a picnic," an amused voice said, making Keith turn. He smirked as he saw his friend, Felix Renton walk his way towards him. Keith was amazed at what Felix could achieve. Four years ago, Felix was dependent on a mechanical chair but since technology had given way in advances in medicine, Felix could walk again.

"Flyboy's enjoying himself up there," Keith settled back and watched the sky. "You wouldn't have guessed the pain it took me to convince him to try the damned thing."

"Well," Felix said, looking up, shielding his eyes from the sun's glare. "You must admit, the first few times were not that pleasant."

"They were disasters," Keith said, amused at his friend's choice of words. "Any word on those attacks?"

"Yeah," Felix said solemnly. "We'd better get back. There a briefing in twenty minutes." Keith sighed and tapped at his wrist communicator. "We're getting back, Flyboy."

"Ah, man," came the complain. "And I'm just digging this bon diggity system."

"Trust me dude. You'll be using it again," Felix promised and nodded to Keith.

"Keith to Z, we're ready."

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Kim possible was startled as the the alarm had rung. The reports came in, a group of robots were attacking a military weapons depot. Kim growled in frustration knowing pretty well what the odds were. If these were the same robots that had been terrorizing the people these past weeks, they were in deep trouble. Kim ordered her unit to carry rocket launchers and beam rifles. They still didn't have the equipment to fight them off but they would try.

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Two figures watched as the robots fought their way easily through the defenses. To one of them, it was a dream come true to see his magnificent creations in action. The other, was impressed by the metal carnage they left behind.

"All is going according to my plan," one of them said. The distinct sound of his cybernetics drowned his lear.

"Dude, this is whacked, seriously," his companion said, rotating his robotic arm that was shaped liked an axe. Though the man was large, hewas made more menacing bu the fact that 1/4 of his entire body was mechanized. His right arm, part of his torso and right leg were replaced with machines. He had the bearings of an 80's rocker complete with a mullet.

"Must you say seriously?" the first man said as he walked beside him. The man had almost the same enhancements as the other man but with slight differences. The man's cybernetics were on his left and his suit was red as opposed to his companion's blue themes. Though the red clashed with his blue skin, half of his face was covered in a metallic mask.

"Seriously, Doc?"

"Seriously," Doc grimaced.

"Seriously," with that, Doc sighed.

"Doc," his companion said as he touched a buttom on his cybernetic part. "Global Justice will be crashing our planed party, seriously."

"Then, dear Ed. Let them come. It's time for the world to know the might of Doc Drakken!"

Ed simply smiled and played his air guitar.

(end of 1)

A/n: This is a test to see if this idea works. what do you think?