Disclaimer- I don't own Kim Possible or Mystic Knights, if I did this would be animated

If you haven't read Mystic Knights of Middleton you will probably be lost, so please go read it, this is the second story in an on going saga, well hopefully on going……

"What is it father I was tanning," the statuesque form of Senor Senior Jr., said removing his sun glasses, "you said we we're going to practice our villainous laugh for two hours."

"That is not why I called you here son," his father said leaning back into his chair gazing out the window, "I'm getting old son…"

"Father," a bit perplexed by his energetic fathers sudden fatigued demeanor.

"I won't be around much longer son," his formerly strong face cracking for a moment, a small tear running down his face.

"No father," running to his fathers side and taking his hand as he knelt beside him, "you must stop thinking like this, you have been fine you years, stronger than men half your age, your.."

"I'm dieing son," as the old man wearily looked out the window trying to regain his lost dignity, "I've flown in specialists from all over the world and they all say the same thing, I don't have much time left, a month maybe more," sighing heavily.

"No father," his voice quivering, "there must be something we can do, medicine, a treatment, something, you cannot die."

"The doctors say there is nothing that can be done…"

"Then we will make them," the tanned man roared rising to his feet, his voice filled with a confidence and a determination his father had never heard before from his son, it filled his heart with hope and pride.

Coughing, "I am beyond conventional means of help my son, but there may be an unconventional alternative, help me up son," raising his hand letting his muscle bound son help him to his feet. "Since I fell ill, I have been looking into ways to prolong my life, many avenues have been dead ends, but I believe I have a way that may work, despite it's insanity."

"What is it father, whatever it is I will get it for you," following his father down the hall.

"In my research I have come upon a legend that tells of artifacts capable of fending off any injury, that can cure any frailty, that will increase a mans strength ten fold," lifting his hand in the air forming and fist with it, "they can practically make the wielder immortal. I need you to retrieve them son," looking into the healthy mans eyes.

"They are only stories father, such things do not exist," he said hating to crush the elderly mans hopes as he followed him into the estates screening room.

"When I first heard the tale I thought it was a joke as well, but this followed shortly after," sitting in the plush chair, flipping a switch on the arm rest. In response the room went dark and the screen before them came to life filling with images of five individuals in brightly colored clothing fighting in a field surrounded by trees, in the corner lay a large red beast with wings and clad in armor.

"This is no time for TV father, we must," the younger man insisted rising to his feet determined to somehow save his fathers life.

"Sit watch," the elder Senior's voice regaining it's power, his son complied with his wish. "This is not a TV show it is actual footage I received from the individual that told me of the artifacts." On the screen the individual in green with what appeared to be an ax somehow fired brown energy at an individual clad red and gold who blocked it with a sword emitting what appeared to by fire. Not far away someone in blue kicked a person clad in white in the face, only to be answered by the individual somehow launching him or her into the sky. I fifth in brown and silver stood beside the creature patting what might have been it's head.

"This is a scam father, we need to find you real help and quickly," the young mans words filled his fathers heart with pride.

"You think so son, watch," tamping a few buttons on the arm rest the images growing dark, "I had the footage analyzed and it is authentic, completely untampered with, but more importantly, it has this." The screen filled with a close up of the footage, the one in red now obviously a female, her red hair waving back and forth as she spun and blocked the ax strike with her sword and shifted her weight and performed a close ranger back flip catching the blond boy in green under the chin knocking him the ground. For a few brief moments both of their faces were quite clear despite the sunglasses covering them and the girls shorter hair.

"Kim Possible," the younger Senior rasped in disbelief, "and the boy who follows her."

"Yes my son, the cosmos has a strange sense of humor does it not, I have also identified two of the others, the one in blue is Zita Flores, the other girl is Bonnie Rockwaller, I'm unsure who the boy is."

"And they have what to do with this father?" unsure what his beloved blue fox had to do with this potential cure.

"The weapons they hold are the artifacts I need son, and yes son I am fully aware of how insane this sounds, but I believe what I have heard."

"But how can they help you father?"

"Were you not listening, the weapons have healing powers, they will drive this illness from my body, but more than that," a dark smile on his lips, "they are each capable of great destruction, with them we will conquer this world."

"Father I don't," is words interrupted as the unnamed boy fired his crossbow, the weapons creating what appeared to be a tornado fired straight at Stoppable. The blond boy was lifted into the air and forcibly ejected from the winds and collided hard with a tree. As he fell Ron caught the first branch he came to capable of supporting him with his hand and spun around it, coming to a halt where he had began, precariously balancing on the branch with one hand. After a moment he fell catching the next branch with both feet and leapt into the sky, bringing his hands together one ax became two each releasing multiple brown waves of energy, half of them collided with the boy in white while the rest hit the girl in blue in her back driving her to her knees allowing Kim to land a spinning heel kick to her face.

"How did he… both of them do that father, he never had such skills or such power before," visually effected by the sight.

"The artifacts are very powerful son, they have turned a child of meager talent into a skill combatant capable of taking great abuse with little injury."

"But if he is this strong father, how will we stop them, if Stoppable has become this powerful we may not be able to stop Kimberly."

A smile came to the old mans lips, "you are correct son, obtaining them will be very difficult," standing up with the help of his cane, "but not beyond the realm of the possibility, follow me," as he left the screening room.

A few steps behind the old man, "you have a plan father?"

"Of course," his former weakness vanishing as he seemed to stand taller and become his old self. "We have little time to waste, and we may only get one shot at this so it must be done right the first time, thus I have procured the services of professionals."

"Father?" curious of his intentions

"Despite their power the weapons are archaic in form, thus I have found individuals skilled in combating such an arsenal."

"You hired ninjas father," his voice hopeful as his mind filled with images of men in black grabs and swords and anime women in bright revealing clothing.

"No, I hired those uniquely skilled to these particular armaments," placing his hand on a wall and watching the door slide away. The pair stepping on to a balcony other looking four men in armor battling it out with broad swords. "I present to you the Knights of Rodeghan," waving his hand over the battling warriors.

"The who?" Junior asked scratching his head.

"An ancient order of warriors formerly dedicated to ending the monarchy in their home land. Since that goal has been accomplished they need a new employer," smiling at his son, "they are now our private security force."

Watching them fight, "they'll be out numbered, or are there more?"

"Also no, many of their order committed suicide when there mission was fulfilled, these enterprising souls however have been working as mercenaries on the open market, they have earned a quite a reputation for not failing contracts. Beside they have a history with Ms. Possible they wish to settle."

"But still they are out numbered and only seem to be human, how will they compete with their power."

Smiling, "I have already authorized the creation of five technologically enhanced suits of armor and weapons that should be a match for Kim Possible and her followers, as well as something special for that beast that was with them."

A confused look on his face as he turned to the man that gave him life, "five suits father, but you said you only had four of these men."

"A suit for each of them," turning to his son and putting his hands on taller mans shoulders, "and one for you., I wish you to lead them my son."

"Father I… I don't think I can do this… I'm.."

"You are ready my son, Shego trained you well."

"But you said she failed, that all she did was confuse me…"

"I lied," silencing him, "she made you a true warrior, a man I am proud to can my son. I know you still secretly practice what she taught, I know you alone have the skill, the conviction to lead them and save me. These men are skilled and with them you can succeed, but I put my faith in you alone to accomplish this missions my son, show me the man you truly are, show me you will not yield to anything to you accomplished this."

Senor Senior Sr. could see a fire burning in his sons eyes as he spoke, "for you father I will do whatever it takes to claim victory, I will lead these men, I will save you, or I will die in the attempt," somehow standing taller than he ever had in the past.

All the elder man could do was smile, 'at last he has finally realized he true potential, I just hope I'm around to see it.'

"Can we get this over with I have homework," Bonnie hissed, her voice rising from all five of the cords.

"Hey unless your physically here your not allowed to comment on the pace," Zita barked into her cord.

"She's got a point," Ron commented, Pyre laying on his head, "would it really kill you to come to Kim's house?"

"Yes, it might," the Earth Knight growled from her home, a hit of a laugh under scoring it, "I've heard about what her brothers do, it's going to take something a little more urgent than a status meeting to get me down there."

Ron shrugged leaning against Kim's bed, "she has a point, I love them like their my own but they're nuts."

"No one's ever been seriously hurt in my brothers experiments Bonnie."

"She right," as the Forest Knight leaned his head against her bed, Pyre scrambling to keep his tail from being crushed.

"Ron," Will raising an eyebrow, "at some point your going to pick a side right?"

"Probably not," the blonds' voice casual.

"STOP," Monique roared silencing all the voices and ending the formerly light mood, "have we found the damn Sentinels or not?"

"Nothing after the attack on Shego's prison transport," Kim not meeting the others gaze, "I should have been there, I should have taken charge of it personally."

"You didn't know that was going to happen KP, none of us guessed the Sentinels would go after her," Ron's voice comforting the redhead.

"If it wasn't then it would have been Drakken or somebody else, I knew we couldn't hold Shego," her skin growing red.

"We all knew she was dangerous, we all over looked this possibility, it's no ones fault," Wade said from the kimmunicator screen.

"Listen to the man KP, besides what we need to know is why they took her, it made no sense, yeah she's dangerous but not like they are."

"They might be eliminating the competition," Will offered, his words carrying a finality to them, "how better to kill us than insure no one else can."

"I doubt that," Ron leaning forward, "they aligned…"

"And he betrayed them," Will argued.

"Yes, but they still aligned with Fisk, their not stupid they know they'll need help, they could be using her to get to Drakken."

"You can be serious," Will scoffed, "the man's an idiot, I don't how he's stayed alive this long."

"The guys unhinged but he's smart, his toys and their power we'd be in trouble," Ron growled

"No the guys a joke," as Will got to his feet.

Zita got between the two, "knock it off Will," she growled glaring at the former GJ agent.

"Both options are feasible," Wade commented, "but until something happens all they are is theories, little more."

"In other words this meeting like so many is completely pointless," Bonnie sneered.

"Can it Rocky," Zita hissed in to the cord.

"Bite me ya drowned rat, volume zero," muting her cord.

Rolling his eyes, "don't ya just love her," at Ron sat back down on the floor.

"If by love you mean put me head in a wood chipper, oh yes I love her with all my heart," Kim snarled.

"So do we actually know anything new," Zita yawned, "or can I go home and play my new game?"

"Yeah," as Kim looked at her window, "you might as well, I don't think we're going to get anywhere tonight."

"No we need to find them, we have to stop them, we…," Monique's words were cut off as Will covered her mouth with his hand and pulled her down the stairs.

Zita just watched the scene with wide eyes, "we have got to get those two on decaf, or maybe a nice horse tranquilizer," looking at Ron, "well I'll see you two tomorrow then," the Water Knight called leaving the room.

Ron stayed on the floor watching the Fire Knight in silence, watching the rise and fall of her body as she kept her eyes on the window. After several moments he broke the silence, "I'm guessing this is about more than Shego getting away?"

"Sorta, I'm mad I didn't prevent this, but I'm scared of the other shoe dropping. The Sentinels are planning something I can feel it, and it's going to be bad, don't ask me how I know I just do, and I'm afraid. They aren't like Drakken and Killigan, they just want to take over the world and rule the populace, I get the feeling if these guys take over they'll kill every living thing on the planet just because they can. These guys are evil on a level I'm not use to, and it makes me nervous."

"Don't worry so much, till they make a move there's nothing we can do and getting stressed out won't help anyone, and when they do come we'll just kick their butts like we always do," leaning next to her and looking down to where her family was, "we'll keep them safe."

"I only hope we can," she sighed.

'Me too KP,' Ron thought his mind filled with thoughts of how things could go wrong.

"I don't doubt these men are as good as you say father," Junior said as he followed the elder Senior down the hall, "but how can they compete with what we saw on film, no normal machine can compete with that."

"No ordinary machine son, but when have ever settled for anything ordinary," the elder Senior chuckled bringing his son into his study. Sitting at his desk he flipped a switch on the under side of the wood causing a panel to slide open and a hologram of a Knight of Rodeghan to appear.

"Each suit of armor is constructed of a metal I'd commissioned for a doomsday weapon, but I feel this is a better use for it. A quarter inch of the metal can withstand the impact of a semi with out damage and is virtually impenetrable by firearms, laser, and chemical weapons. Resistance however is not it's only feature, the armor is powered by servo motors running throughout the suit essentially allowing a the wearer to lift weights in excess five hundred pounds."

"It sounds impressive father but.."

"I'm not done son," the image changing to a shot of their back and boots, "the back and boots have been equipped with a short range jets, while they aren't enough for an aerial escape they do allow for enhanced mobility in a fight and when used creatively should provided a power full advantage. The helmet," the image changing again, "has it's oxygen supply in case it is needed and is equipped with various visual enhancements, infer red and the like. But this is my favorite," the image changing this time to five weapons a broad sword, a spike mace on a stick, a bow, a spear, and a double bladed battle ax. "Each of you will be equipped with one of these, with luck they will be a match for the powers the weapons have provided Ms. Possible. The sword contains a thermal generator, according to the reports there's nothing it can't cut through. The mace has a harmonic generator in it, it should be able to shatter anything in its way. The spear it equipped sub zero generator, anything it touches will freeze instantly. The bow is capable of generating arrows of electrical energy, a single shot is capable of stunning a herd of bull elephants. The ax contains a gyro stabilizer as well as a powerful, but specific, magnetic generator in the gloves, in theory once thrown the ax can be controlled in mid air. The weapons themselves draw power from the armor via very complex relay system. When the weapons and armor are used in tandem no opponent should be able stand against them. Kim Possible will fall and I will have my life back."

"About that father, if you have arranged all this why can you not find a better cure for your condition?"

Sighing and leaning back into his chair, "because what I have been afflicted with is very rare only one in twenty million have the ability to contract it and the odds of actually having it are astronomical," smiling, "I did always manage to win the long odds. No my son, what I have is so rare it is barley considered a threat by the world's medical profession, there was an antidote, a counter virus, but I have been unable to locate where it's stored. As it is the closest thing I've found to a cure is a mind switch machine, and I will not abandon my body regardless of how sick I am. I fear the reaper son and I will fight him to my last breath, but I am not so much a coward that I will condemn another to die in my place."

"Then can we not simply buy these weapons from them, if they know why you want them, they might sell them to us, it would be heroic no?"

"I doubt they would give them to us, especially since Ms. Possible knows what I would do with that power."

"You are right father," looking around the room, "how long till everything is ready?"

"The armor should be here tomorrow, the weapons two days after that, you will have another two maybe three days to train, then you must lead these men to a victory."

Juniors eyes focused on the hologram, 'I will do what I can father, but you may be asking to much of me.'

Authors notes- yep the first story isn't even cold yet and here's the next part of the saga. This one should be significantly shorter, at the moment I'm hoping it will be about five chapters but I won't be sure till I get going. The idea for each of the stories is to have them be relatively separated so they can be read independently from each other in the long run, but each will have unifying plot lines and ties to the other stories. Ironically this one story has justified me writing two others that previously were random in the saga, which itself began as a random idea. But I digress, the story should pick up in the next chapter or so, and I hope you enjoy this strange tidbit from my imagination. And for the record, I'd like to thank everyone whos kept on this long despite me meager grammar skills, I do try to proof and with any luck I found the majority of the mistakes, but unfortunately some are bound to creep in and for that I do sincerely apologies, but what can I say I'm human I make mistakes

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