The Kimmatrix: Matrix Resurrections
A Fan Fiction Fusion By
Classic Cowboy and Turles
Chapter 07: Neodammerung Part 4 – Final Fight
"Self-reliance is the road to true freedom, and being one's own person is the ultimate reward."
- Patricia Simpson
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In the depths of Jericho, Kim "Angel" Stoppable was down in the release station. She had come back down to that place because after she took Ron back to bed she thought she recognized someone in one of those pods. It was a thought that kept her tossing and turning all through the early morning until she decided to test her hunch.
It was nearly seven in the morning when she came back to the release station, and it was there that her suspicions were confirmed. On bottom most level of the wall of pods were the sleeping Jim and Tim Possible, her brothers. Even though the Matrix was shut down, the two of them along with everyone else in the release station were in a kind of suspended animation until it was time for them to come out.
Kim had let out a small sigh as she ran her hand over the glass bulb surface of the tanks, one for each of the twins. She ran her hand over the pods much in the same way that she would stroke her belly where her twin daughters were growing. It then occurred to her that when Jim and Tim wake up, she would have to be the one to tell them the terrible news about their mom and dad, but she then thought that she would also have to take care of them. There would be two girls and two boys.
"That's gonna be weird." She thought to herself.
"You should be resting," a voice had advised to Kim.
The suddenness of the voice was enough to make Kim jump, but she calmed herself down enough to where she turned around to see who was there. Standing at the entrance to the elevator was Captain Steve "Kid" Barkin. He was standing there as if he had been watching Kim the whole time she was standing by her brother's pods.
She answered Barkin's question, "Ron's asleep and I was restless…and…I…I wanted to see them before…before…"
"The big battle?" Barkin asked, filling in the gaps for Kim as he approached her. He went on to say, "This is it, I've seen war, and I've seen this so called…peace… more like borrowed time that Neo got for us."
Kim turned away from Barkin to look at her sleeping brothers, trying not to think about such things as war. The thought made her uneasy. As she thought about it, Barkin stepped closer to her and placed a pair of gentle and strangely comforting hands on her shoulders.
"I know why he's not worried," He spoke softly in a very comforting way that seemed so alien coming from Barkin.
"Because he's the One, right?" Kim asked as she cocked an eyebrow at Barkin's reassurance.
"No," Barkin shook his head, "Because it's old hat."
Kim turned around to look very curiously at Barkin and to ask what he meant by this statement.
"Possible," Barkin started, but then looked at the girl and re-stated himself, "…Kim…he has Neo in him and Neo was…he was just…inexplicable. Just being around him gave such a calm feeling, knowing that if he was there, losing wasn't an option, just because he wouldn't allow it to happen. Stoppable…I mean…Ron's the same way….and somehow…I've known that since you two entered my class back at Middleton High."
Kim looked at Barkin and the man saw something in her that was very surprising to him, and it showed on his face.
"I'm surprised that you're nervous," Barkin smiled, "How many times have you two already saved the world?"
"It's not the same," Kim contended, "All those times were just fake, some digital game the Machines thought up to entertain themselves…." Kim looked sharply away from Barkin and closed her eyes tightly, "this is…real…too real…"
"There is no difference, Kim," Barkin countered firmly, "Peoples' lives are in danger, the only option left is to fight, and just as always, you and Ron are facing it head on…together. I don't see any difference…"
Kim blushed slightly as she thought about it, "When you put it that way…" She opened her eyes and looked at the pods that held Jim and Tim Possible. As she looked, she suddenly had to ask, "Are they going to be okay?"
"Definitely," Barkin answered as he placed his hand upon one of the boys' pods, "They're actually doing better than expected. They'll be ready to be released in time to hold their nieces."
"Will they remember much from the Matrix?" Kim asked.
"They'll remember you, Ron, their family…and…their parents," Barkin tried to explain while being careful about his words, "The rest will be blurred with partial amnesia, so they will better accept the real world over the dream world."
Barkin looked over at Kim, who seemed to still be in a bit of a daze. He walked over to her and gave her a light slap on her shoulder.
"Now, get back to your husband," He advised, regaining that rough and tough military style that he always had, "And make sure he doesn't sleep through the battle like he did in my class. He may be the reincarnation of neo, but he's still a little bit of a slacker."
Kim smiled at the man, "Of course, and I'll keep our conversation here, just between us, wouldn't want your tough guy rep soiled."
"Good," Barkin narrowed his eyes, "And I'd hate for any embarrassing information about their mother to fall into your daughters' hands sometime in the near future, wouldn't you?"
"Like what?" Kim asked nervously as she blinked rapidly at Barkin.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Barkin smiled devilishly as he relished in the secrets that he knew about Kim "Angel" Stoppable.
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Meanwhile, in a different part of Jericho, there was a room where the crew of the Neb Two as well as the Mad Dog was setting up the television cameras and the microphones for the big night. Everyone was looking to him for leadership, so it was decided by the council that Ron "Neo" Stoppable should give a speech to all the freed humans before going into battle against the machines. Morpheus, Link, and Ghost were trying to set up the cameras that were scrounged up from the wastes of human civilization. As those three were trying to get the cameras to work, Sparks was busy setting up the microphone. All four of them were unaware of a fifth person stepping into the small auditorium. The fifth person was Josh "Ares" Mankey.
"Everything good with you, Gentlemen?" he asked as if he was a waiter asking the restaurant attendees if there was anything more he could do for them.
"Yes," Morpheus answered as he finish up his part on the camera, "All we lack is putting power to the cameras and linking the footage to the fleet, but that can wait until Ronald's speech."
"What about security?" Josh questioned rather casually, "Surely, you'll have several guards posted."
"Most of the people who aren't fighting will be transferred to the safe house below Jericho," Ghost replied as he too finished up the camera and headed to the stage to tinker with the light fixture before it would be rigged to the ceiling, "All that'll be left here will be the Neb Two crew."
"Ah, very good then," Josh nodded as he placed his hands behind his back. He then walked closer to Morpheus before he asked, "Captain Morpheus, would it be alright if I stay here and join your crew for the battle? You see, sir, Ron and Kim are my friends and I'd like the chance to stand by them during this endeavor."
Upon hearing the odd request, Morpheus looked to the members of his crew to see if they had any objections. While he couldn't see any objection, Morpheus did see a little confusion in their expressions. They were wondering why anyone would willingly volunteer for something like that, but since he couldn't find any objections from them…
"I do not see any problems with it," He said to Josh, "Welcome aboard." After he made the statement, he went straight back to the jobs at hand.
"Thank you, sir," Josh said as he bared his teeth in his smile, which went unseen by those in the auditorium, "You won't regret it…"
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Kim "Angel" Stoppable silently eased back to her bedroom. She looked to the bed and found Ron lying on the covers face down as if he just came in and literally fell asleep where he dropped. As she looked, the newly born Rufus scurried from Ron's pants pocket and found a small corner to curl up in. As Kim looked at Ron, she couldn't help but allow a smirk to cross her face. She then slipped out of her boots and carefully sat down next to Ron as he lay asleep. He looked so peaceful, so relaxed, and so…adorable… Kim had to fix that right away. She reached over and, with one hand on each of his sides wriggling, tickled him mercilessly.
"Don't pretend to be asleep, Ronald 'Neo' Stoppable," She stated half mockingly and half serious, "I know when you're faking."
Needless to say, Ron had woken up, but then Kim tickling him was always a wonderful method to wake up by. Of course there was another way, but Kim usually did that in the morning before he woke up. Ron rolled onto his back as Kim continued to tickle him and he reached up to her waist. Kim let out a small squeal as Ron rolled her over onto her back and pinned her down onto the bed as he laid himself between her legs.
"I was just resting my eyes, KP," Ron answered back to Kim's statement of him faking his sleep.
"Ahuh…sure," Kim smiled back at Ron, their grips had relaxed as Kim had asked Ron a serious question, "Are you ready for your speech tonight?"
At first, Ron had a smile on his face as he lay atop of Kim, but the moment that she mentioned the speech, the smile had immediately dropped from his face.
"You've at least written one out, right?" She asked, hoping that Ron's response would be a positive one.
Ron only gave more silence as he looked away.
"Ron!" Kim glared as she took her hand, placed it upon his chin, and forced him to look at her.
"I can wing it," Ron stated very defensively, rolling off his wife. As he lay on his side, Kim got up off of the bed and glared at him.
"Wing it? Ron! This is huge!" Kim tried to emphasize her point as she swung out her arms while fighting the urge to strangle her husband, "You have to give a speech to encourage everyone…everyone! And you haven't even thought about it!"
"I have too thought about it!" Ron whimpered as he shrank away from his outraged wife and lover, "I just got it in the ol' noggin."
Ron looked up at Kim who was giving him the "death glare". It was the very same kind of glare that mothers give to their children to put them into submission. While Kim was only pregnant, Ron thought that she had the mothers glare already down to a reflex. He got up, sat at the edge of the bed, placed his hands into his lap, and looked at them.
"Look, KP," Ron began speaking out of sincerity and earnestness, "I know how big this is, which is why I don't want to just give them some rehearsed pep talk. I'm going to go up there and basically tell them what we're up against and tell them we can win this fight. I don't want to just read from a piece of paper, I want it to come from here." He told his wife, looking up at her with such need and want for her understanding of his point of view as he tapped his chest.
"Know what I mean, Vern?" He said in his best Ernest P. Worrell voice.
Kim gave Ron a skeptical look. She knew that public speaking wasn't exactly his forte, but when Ron got up from the bed and brushed his fingers against Kim's jaw, her skepticism, along with all her other doubts, melted away under his touch and the look in his eyes.
"All I ask is for you…to believe in me," Ron asked of his wife.
Kim sighed as she reached up to Ron's hand and nuzzled her cheek into his palm.
"I wish you hadn't learned to do that," she whispered as she felt herself softly melt at his gentle touch. She looked to Ron and smiled once again at her husband, lover, and best friend, "Alright, Ron. I believe in you…It may not always be obvious, but I always have…and always will." Kim took Ron's hand away from her face and placed it upon her belly, "that goes for all of us."
"Know what I was thinking about when you came in?" Ron asked, letting his hand linger over Kim's belly where their daughters were growing.
"I was thinking about retirement from the hero business," Ron stated, bringing his arms up to hug his wife, "We've been at this for what…eight years? After we clean house, what'd you say we sit back and let some other people save the world, if it needs it, and just watch our girls grow up?"
"Think we can stay still long enough to settle down?" Kim smiled as she snuggled against her husband.
"Only one way to find out, huh…KP?" Ron grinned, kissing his wife's forehead.
"Let's give it a try." Kim nodded to the proposed idea, "After this fight, Team Possible is throwing in the towel."
"We don't have long 'til show time," Ron quickly observed as he looked at the clock on the night stand.
"Let's not rush it," Kim advised before silencing Ron with a kiss.
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The time had come; Kim "Angel" Stoppable took a deep breath, trying to hold back the nausea that was rising in her throat. She stood between Morpheus and Niobe at the foot of the prepared stage, but out of the way of the cameras that were being operated by Ghost and Link who were working on the feed controls. All four of them watched as Ron walked up to the stage, to the microphones that were there before him, and as he walked up to them, he glanced down at Kim with worry flashing in his chocolate brown eyes. He watched as his wife, lover, and best friend, quietly mouthed a phrase that Ron immediately recognized: 'I love you'. Seeing that, made the worry melt away and Ron felt at ease.
He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, looked into the camera lens and spoke clearly, "Heroes of Zion…please…give me your attention for a few moments."
The moment that Ron began to speak, Kim had to blink a couple of times to make sure that her eyes weren't deceiving her. Looking at her husband, memories from her earlier life began to flash through her mind. Once upon a time, she was the one with confidence, while Ron was the one timidly following behind. The sight that she was witnessing had snuck up on her completely…Ron had truly grown up…he was a man, and even more surprising, Kim found that she was the one who was timid and worried. There was Ron up on that stage before her and the entire human race, preparing to give them all a portion of his seemingly endless supply of courage. She shook her head, brushing off such thoughts as Ron restarted his speech.
"Zion," Ron began, "for seven generations I have come…I have fought for you…I have died for you…and I have died as a mere game for the machines who try to rule us. This generation, we must make a stand! This generation we must rise up and face those who oppose us, enslave us, and who have treated us as no more than cattle. I will not fight this battle for you…no…I won't go in and sacrifice myself to simply keep the cycle in motion as before. This time…I stand with you…this time…I fight with you!
"This won't be an easy battle. It is likely a lot of us will not live to see the rising sun again. Let us not make these sacrifices as the previous in the war, where lives were laid down simply to keep the cycle moving. To keep the machine's control intact. Let us all lay down our lives, put our very futures on the line, so that our children can live without the shadow of the machines lingering over them. I don't know about you, but I want my daughters to live in a world where they are free to make their own choices, a world without controls, borders, or boundaries…a world with fields of green, a world where they can live life without fear of tomorrow. A world…where anything is possible. The world was ours to begin with. Let's take back what is rightfully ours, and end this nightmare…once and for all!
"Let's go into battle today, not to defeat the enemy, but to create an ally, fight for our lives, our children, and future generations! The machines gave us a dream world…let's give them a nightmare!"
Morpheus, Niobe, and Ghost could only add to the already thunderous applause Ron was getting while Link was whooping and hollering in excitement. All the while, Kim gazed at her husband with such pride and love in her emerald eyes. As the applause came to a end, Morpheus grinned at his surrogate son, feeling such pride for him, something that he would feel for his own son one day.
In the applause, Morpheus approached the stage, wanting to share the pride he had for Ron when out of the corner of his eye he saw a glimmer. He looked up to the rafters where the lights hung and made the connection. In that dark part of the auditorium, the glimmer could be seen as long and spread out over a reflective surface, and Morpheus could see a shadow holding the glimmer. It only took the captain of the Neb Two a millisecond to recognize the shadow and understand that the glimmer was poised towards…
"Ronald!" Morpheus yelled out, making a dash for the stage, while above them, like a bolt of lightning, an electro-drill sent down its focused chain of electricity upon the unsuspecting teen.
Morpheus had gotten to the top of the stage and, with all the strength left in his aging body, leapt forward with his hands out and shoved Ron out of the line of fire. The young man toppled over onto his ass and rolled onto his side to watch what happened next.
The line of fire from the electro-drill was now coming down on Morpheus, but the white hot cord of energy did not hit the man directly, instead the beam cut across the small of his back and clear to the bone, but the heat was so much that it cauterized the wound by the time that Morpheus had collapsed face first onto the stage.
"Morpheus!" Niobe screamed as she dashed up the stairs and to her husband's side.
Ron got back to his feet, feeling the anger swell within him as he looked up to the place where the discharge came from. He looked into that dark place and saw the same glimmer and shadow there that Morpheus did.
"Why don't you come down here and fight me like a man?" Ron challenged the one hiding in the shadows.
"I believe I shall," The shadow's voice answered as he jumped down to the side of the stage. Since, there was only one other person helping that day, there could only be one conclusion. The Neb Two crew gazed upon the visage of Josh "Ares" Mankey, who was holding an electro-drill in his hands ready to use it on anyone that came close.
"You…" Ghost growled as he began to make his approach toward the traitor.
Ron held up his hand to Ghost, "No, Ghost…" He told his crewmate, "Leave him to us."
Ron slowly came down from the stage while Josh held a line on him.
"So, you're the last Smith, are you?" Ron had asked his foe.
"Most clever, Mister Stoppable," Josh smirked, carrying all of Smith's little nuances, elongating his's''s like a serpent, and speaking very slowly, "most clever indeed…much smarter than Mister Anderson, it took him much longer to realize his true enemy."
"What do you want?" Ron asked, seeing that same cold, murderous look in Josh's eyes that he got from Smith, "I defeated the Alpha Smith, and the Matrix is gone…so why are you still here?"
"Oh, that is simple, Mister Stoppable," Josh grinned madly as if victory was already his, "So simple even Mister Anderson could have figured it out…I'm here…for revenge. You beat almost all of me, but… well… myself. So now, I'm here to kill you."
"It's pointless; you're free from the Matrix," Ron stated, raising his hands in a gesture of non-violence as he slowly eased his way to the last of the Smith programs, "Isn't that what you wanted all along…to be free?"
"That is what Agent Smith wished for," Josh shrugged, "but the program was corrupted. I want revenge. I suffered eighteen years of being pushed around, used and treated like second hand crap…so now…I want revenge!"
Hearing the way that Josh was talking made Ron remember that this version of Smith was once part of him. So this Smith had his memories, and hearing those words made him rethink of whom this, the last of the Smith Programs had wanted.
"You don't want me…" Ron uttered as his eyes widened upon this realization, "…you want…KP…"
"Precisely…" Josh smirked at his foe, "You aren't as dumb as I thought, but I know to get to her, I must destroy you first. Even though I'm sure it would be entertaining to see your reaction when I dig out your unborn spawn from the pile of worthless flesh that was your wife."
It was bad enough that "Monkey" was going to kill him, Kim and, more than likely, the rest of the Neb Two crew, but to bring his children into it, that was crossing the line. Ron charged at Josh "Ares" Mankey like a raging bull going for the bullfighter. Except Josh didn't dodge as Ron lunged forward in a flying tackle straight at him, knocking the electro-drill out of his hands. Ron was trying to get himself into a position where he could just beat the ever loving shit out of his enemy. Josh responded with a very hard punch to Ron's side that made him double over while he got to his feet. He looked down at his enemy, seeing how weak he was in the real world. Not wishing to get caught, Josh turned and bolted from the auditorium.
"Come and get me, Mister Stoppable!" Josh yelled to Ron before disappearing into the city of Jericho.
Ron had started to recover from the close blow to his ribs. He could swear if it had been any harder, he'd have been dead. Regaining his breath, Ron got back to his feet and turned to the stage where his injured mentor lay.
"See to Morpheus!" He called out to his crewmates, before turning to the door and growling on his way out, "Monkey boy is mine…"
Ron dashed out into the hallway, and could still hear the echo of the footsteps from Mankey's boots, and like a bat's sonar, his ears locked in on the sound. He followed the sound, but, as he did, he suddenly heard a sudden popping sound and then the tinkling sound of breaking glass. Ron didn't stop, but continued ever onward to where the source of the noise.
He turned and came through a set of double doors to find himself in the officers' mess hall. It was a rather large room with several long tables, chairs, the food dispensers at the far end and the bank of broken windows one on side. All of the banks of fluorescent lights were knocked out, and outside the sun had already set and the light was slowly fading away. As the doors closed behind him, Ron set off into the fading darkness.
"I see you've got my old cowardice, Smith!" Ron called into the darkness of the mess hall, his voice echoing back slightly, "Why won't you face me? Scared of losing?"
"Losing to you, Mister Stoppable?" Josh's voice laughed from the darkness, "Outside the Matrix…you're as you were before…nothing without KP…"
Ron tried to use Josh's voice to pinpoint his location, but it was difficult as he kept moving, and Ron couldn't keep up. Each time he moved in a certain direction, his legs kept running into the chairs and tables. It only got worse with each passing moment as it grew darker outside. After he hit his knee for the third time, he decided to call Monkey's bluff.
"Why don't you come out and prove it?" Ron dared his enemy to make the first move, "C'mon Smith! Do some-"
Ron was cut off when a sharp pain in the side of his head that came out of nowhere. The blow was such that it sent Ron "Neo" Stoppable down to his knees, which were once again banged by the chairs before he reached up to the place of impact. He rubbed his wound before pulling it back and feeling something wet. It wasn't any stretch of the imagination to know it was blood. Ron had set it aside and gritted his teeth as the pain radiated throughout his whole head while he stood back up once again.
"Blindside me, Smith?" Ron called out into the darkness once again trying to find Josh "Monkey" somewhere in the shadows despite the flashes of light in his vision from his head injury, "That wasn't very…"
Before Ron could finish his sentence he felt another impact. Instead of at the side of his head, the impact was right at his chin, which not only snapped his head back, but sent him tumbling backward. First, rolling over one of the long tables, past the chairs on the other side and to the foot of the windows. The pain in his chin grew worse as a new wave of hurting radiated through his head from his impact at the foot of the windows. Once again, he gritted his teeth through the pain and tried to get back to his feet.
"I won't let you hurt anyone else, Smith," Ron growled as he tried to get back up, but it was no good as Josh "Ares" Mankey came down on Ron and began a hail of punches. Ron's ribs ached, his head was pounding, and his limbs were like lead. He could feel his blood mixing with his saliva and flowing freely over his lips. Josh reached out his hands and wrapped them around Ron's neck. His grip grew tighter and tighter like the coils of a python squeezing the life out of his prey.
"Any last words?" Josh hissed his question to Ron as he lifted Ron up by his neck, "Before I end your pathetic life…Mister Stoppable?"
"Yeah," Ron wheezed, holding onto Josh's hands, his legs wriggling and his eyes seeing a way out of his situation," I have a question…"
"Very well," Josh smirked, "ask away."
"If…you have…my memories," Ron choked out his question, "then…what was I…before I…was freed…and…became…the One?"
"Alright, I'll humor you." Josh smirked, knowing that Ron was just delaying the inevitable, "You were a pathetic loser. You were a waste of flesh and space, the laughingstock of Middleton High School as well as the town of Middleton. You were Kim Possible's ass kisser and yet, you followed her like a lost whipped bitch of a puppy. You were her sidekick…" Josh's eyes widened at Ron, and seeing his smile, he realized what he was doing, "…her…distraction…"
With his grip still firmly on Ron, he lowered him down to the ground looking around as he did so. His eyes already adjusted to the twilight, he looked to his left and then to his right; nothing. Finally, he turned and looked behind him, and, there in the twilight, he saw Kim "Angel" Stoppable standing atop of one of the long tables, and before Josh could make any kind of reaction Kim had already made the running jump, twisting around and bringing her flying kick directly at Josh's chest. The force of which being so much that it sent Kim's former lover tumbling backwards, his grip lost on Ron's neck, tumbling through an intact window, and down the two-hundred plus foot drop to the ground below.
Of course, Josh being Smith, he had to have the last word.
"You'll never be rid of me, Stoppable!" Josh cried out as he fell while Kim and Ron watched, "I'm a part of you! You'll never be-"
The last words of the possessed Josh "Ares" Mankey were cut short as his body slammed against the ground, the blood pooling around his body while above, the stars were coming out and the husband and wife tended to one another.
"Ron…" Kim uttered as she looked to her fallen husband, she reached for the wound at Ron's head, "You're…"
"Just a…ouch…scratch," he responded as Kim gingerly touched the wound on the side of his head, "You okay?" Ron asked his wife, noticing in what little light there was that she was avoiding looking at him directly.
"What he said…you really feel like that?" Kim asked as she tore a piece of cloth from her own shirt to bandage Ron's wound, "I really was a bitch to you…"
"Important word there, KP," Ron pointed out as his hand reached up to touch his wife's cheek, "Was…what matters is now."
"I really do love you," Kim whimpered sadly as her hands gripped the hand that was touching her cheek.
"I love you too, KP," Ron smiled, but quickly winced when Kim took her makeshift bandage and began wrapping it around Ron's head in a Rambo-esque headband. As Kim finished tying up the bandage, Ron suddenly bolted to his feet, "Morpheus!"
"Come on, baby," Kim encouraged her husband, "let's see what's happened to him."
"I think that was the first time you called me that outside of sex, KP," Ron observed as he gave his wife a shy smile.
"You better get used to it then…baby," Kim gave her own little smile back to her husband as the two of them carefully navigated their way through the darkened mess hall, to the lit hallway, and to the auditorium where Morpheus was.
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"How is he?" Kim and Ron asked in unison as they came back to the group in the auditorium that was gathered around Morpheus on the stage.
"I think he'll make it," Doctor Nightingale reported to the concerned teens, "But it seems his spine was damaged."
"That means…" Kim placed a hand over her mouth while her other hand was on the shoulder of the trembling Niobe.
"He has no feeling from the waist down," Doctor Nightingale signed, "We have him secured and we'll take him down to the safety zone."
The crew of the Neb Two looked down at their fallen captain; the gurney was lifted up, but before it could be rolled away, Morpheus reached out and grabbed Kim's hand. Kim was captured and she was giving her captain her full and undivided attention.
"Co-pilot the Neb Two…with Niobe," Morpheus instructed weakly, "Kimberly…go…win this fight…do it for…me…for Neo…for Trinity…for Tres…for your parents…and everyone…who has…fallen…"
Kim just nodded.
Morpheus smiled as he turned his head to Ron, "The Oracle said…" He began to say, but his sentences were growing slower from the painkillers he was on, "I would not…stand on…free earth…but I…would live upon it…it makes sense now…Finish this, Ronald…lead the fleet to…victory…"
Morpheus' grip slipped from Kim's hand and he was taken with Doctor Nightingale down to the safety zone below the City of Jericho. Seeing their leader being rolled away like that left the Neb Two crew with the feeling of an enormous loss, and a question that Ghost had to voice.
"What do we do now?" He asked, feeling lost and confused without Morpheus there to guide them.
"That should be obvious," Ron stated confidently as he took Kim's hand.
The two of them locked eyes, emeralds to chocolate, and Kim took over for Ron.
"We finish this," Kim finished for her husband, "Once…and…for all…"
To be continued…