A.N.

Ah, the Final Battle, but not necessarily the final chapter!

Sacrifices shall be made, people will die, the ground will shake and a story is told!

I am dedicating this chapter to a friend who is leaving the Kimmunity. Adam was there from the beginning and his contributions are unequal and will never be forgotten. Without Adam, the efforts made by SDS and MKP would be for nothing. And I probably would've never joined the effort had it not been for you.

Thank you Adam, and I pray only for the best for you. You rock.

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Chapter30- The Final Battle Begins

Darkness fell over the city of Middleton. Zero hour has come.

Gunfire exchanged right away, it was as though the rebels were anxiously waiting for this moment. Commander Kobarn was hoping he would get there before the mess would reach the city…but he under-estimated his own men's capabilities!

Racing through the battle-raging streets in the jeep, Kobarn and his driver kept their heads low, hoping not to take a bullet. But, luck was not with them as soon as they curved callously into another street, when a mammoth sized tank came crashing through an exploding building from the side.

"Look out!" cried Kobarn, but the driver could not steer away from the gun barrel in time. The explosion sent the jeep plunging upside down into the remains of another building. Kobarn's side of the jeep had not touched the ground, and it was a good thing he had strapped in. The driver on the other hand…was not so fortunate.

Quickly removing his straps, Kobarn crawled away from the jeep and ran for the nearest cover. As soon as he finds the closest platoon, he's going to need to work his way towards the fortress of Drakken and free Kim Possible!

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Sweating and eyeing the door coldly, Kim strolled back and forth.

This is what she hated the most, to be trapped, deprived of her freedom. And admittedly, it is her worst fear. It's a fear that no one can prevent from happening. No matter what strength she had, there's nothing that could allow her to escape this…prison.

Prison? Isn't that the same place she has been sending all her foes to for most of her life? How ironic that her arch foe has put her in a prison, on the condition of what he views as justice. Regardless, it is not justice as long as he is depriving others of a regular and noble life. He is not a noble man, even he knows that. Whether he is willing to admit it or not, it means nothing to her anymore or to the rest of the world. And that is why has no right to force people to live a life the way he sees it and dishonor them with his crude means of rule. It's barbaric!

And who is more dishonorable than that? Why of course, his followers!

The lowest of them, is the most loyal of them…Shego. His right hand maiden, his silent assassin, his most treasured pawn.

Kim had always despised her, more than Drakken. Drakken is evil, but Shego is the follower of evil. She's devoted her life, not to be evil, but to help evil achieve its goals. That is worse than being evil, it is being immoral.

Once these doors release me, Kim thought, there will be nothing between me and their throats!

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Wearing a wide smile, Shego paced through the corridors towards the Command Center.

When she came into the room she caught everyone's attention, but she didn't care, she strolled past all the computer consoles and the stunned operators, she headed straight for the holo-map.

"Show me the city," she ordered, "I want to see it!"

A hologram of the city appeared on the wide table in front of her, she watched in glee. When the news came to her she couldn't believe it…the rebels popped out from every corner of the city, from every hiding place imaginable, and unimaginable.

"Oh yes…Doctor D is going to love this one!"

Shego turned around and started heading back.

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It may have been dark, but Kobarn could almost feel the bullets whizzing past his head. There had to be a better way!

For all he knows, Kim might as well be dead already. If not by her foes, then soon she will be by friendlies…he's the only ally she has left. But, he must remain positive; even a little hope could make all the difference.

He ran and ducked from behind one obstacle to another, teaming up with some of his platoon members along the way, he forgot how the city has changed months ago. He only saw map drawings and some images taken by cameras…but to experience it is completely different.

A stream of fighters soared over his head, their target were his destination…Drakken's headquarters.

"Captain Jolly!" Kobarn spat silently.

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A squadron of almost sixty jet fighters, piloted by GJ's best ace pilots, approached Drakken's headquarters, a tall and wide metallic structure, decorated with a series of gun turrets all over its parameter and atop the towers that stood on its rooftops. Surrounding the fortress was a tall, also well defended, wall separating it from the rest of the world.

"Accelerate to attack speed!" called Captain Jolly over his headset.

"Roger that, Captain!" acknowledged Janson.

"This is where the fun begins!" cheered Dack.

"My goodness," gasped Kyp, "look at the size of those guns!"

"Cut the chatter, boys!" ordered Jolly, he then turned to his gunner, seated at the back of the fighter plane facing the rear, "all gunners, keep your eyes open for enemy fighters while we seek out their shield generators!"

"Speak of the devil," muttered Dack as his monitors beeped an alarm that was triggered by the take off of hundreds of fighters from the hangars of Drakken's fortress.

"Pilots," called Jolly, "Prepare for battle!"

It didn't take a second for an ace pilot's instincts to kick in.

As energy blasts erupted from the barrels of the enemy, the GJ pilots naturally maneuvered in their own directions to avoid getting hit, simultaneously firing their own weapons. Explosions filled the sky, as gun turrets came to life, unleashing their own lethal surprises to the battle above them.

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Shego stood beside Dr. Drakken in the Command Room. Both of them were leaning over the holo-map, observing the different battlegrounds across the world, and even more closely, the new skirmish that has just formed right above this fortress.

"Do you have any orders, Doctor?" she asked uneasily.

Dr. Drakken hesitated to look away from the map, but finally found the motive to do so and looked at his sidekick with weary eyes, a look that certainly caught Shego off guard.

She swallowed nervously when Drakken began to take steps closer to her. His drained expression quickly became a scowl and he finally gritted his teeth.

"Start the girl's transformation process," he growled, "Immediately!"

Shego bit her lip and blinked several times while Drakken remained unmoved, not flinching once. She nodded and turned towards the door, pacing quickly. Once Shego had left Drakken turned back to the map, thinking about the moment when Shego had broken the news to him. At first he was pleased, they were both pleased. But then, things got worse. It's funny when you think everything is going your way one moment, and then all so suddenly, your world turns upside down. He did not expect the attack to be this heavy in mere hours. Perhaps this is everything they have…or perhaps, they're saving the bigger surprises till last. Either way, their confidence is undeniable. And that really frustrates him. So much that Drakken finally let out an angry shout and slammed his fist on to the table, causing everyone around it to wince.

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Kim winced after slamming her fists against the wall for the tenth time, hoping that perhaps it would budge. She'd been in here for far too long. When she heard the sounds of battle around her she figured it might've been her head messing with her again. But the ground shaking only reassured her…for a while. Every explosion, every gunshot she heard, made her feel a sacrifice was being made, a death toll is rising, and that is eating on her conscious. The world is in danger, and she is in here!

Her fists slammed again and she cried, not because of the pain in her hands, but because of her helplessness. The feeling that every soldier was doing their part, except for her, sitting in here, under the safety of her enemy's lair, while her comrades sacrifice blood and soul for the cause…it's killing her.

She collapsed on to her knees and sank her face into her hands, exasperated by the overwhelming weight of the situation. But a noise erupted in the room, and for once it was not from her. Someone had entered, and that means…the door had opened!

"Well, well, well," Shego's voice spoke, "If it isn't the damsel in distress!"

She wasn't sure if it was her barbaric instincts that wanted out from this cell or her uncontrollable urge to crush her most loathed foe, or her passion to play a role in the waging battle, but something had given her the boost to leap through the air, roaring and swinging a punch right across Shego's face. But instantly, several guards had rushed into the room and held her down, delivering a series of punches all over Kim's body. Shego got up and wiped the bit of blood leaking from her lip.

"Stop!" she ordered and Kim began to struggle from the floor, but as a gesture of revenge Shego kicked Kim back on to the ground, "It always seems whenever you're in the picture things start to go downhill for us!"

Kim winced at the pain that was emitting from all around her body and turned to look at Shego towering over her.

"Personally, I'd prefer to just finish you right now and end this, but I just wonder if Drakken's plan will really turn things around," Shego's expression changed to a twisted smile, "let's find out, shall we boys?"

Shego snapped her fingers and the men picked Kim's body up.

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A wave of three GJ fighters dived towards the shield generator, one got picked off by flak, exploded and was then reduced to a debris of superheated flying metal that struck the neighboring fighter, causing that one to spin out of control and slam into a towering gun turret. Thus, a single fighter continued to fly at an incredible speed, facing volleys of energy blasts coming from the turrets surrounding the generator. Performing a barrel roll, Jolly locked on to his target and prepared to release his missile when his gunner called.

"Captain! Three enemy fighters on our six!"

But he ignored him.

"Captain?"

He cannot turn away now, in mere moments he will fire his missile and the shield will be out.

"Captain, disengage before…" Suddenly the entire ship shook causing Jolly's finger to flinch just before it hit the fire button; he spun away from the target, but he was hit nonetheless.

Struggling to pull on the control stick, Jolly could feel superheated plasma bolts strike the tail of his ship. Alarms beeped all over the cockpit but he performed a barrel roll and evaded the threat.

Wiping sweat from his forehead, Jolly blew out a sigh of relief, "That was close, you alright?" he asked but only to receive nothing but static from his gunner. Suddenly, Jolly was overwhelmed with grief.

"Captain!" Kyp's cry came, "Those towers are making it really difficult for us to take out that generator, there must be a way to shut them down!"

"We cannot destroy the control tower or the power core until we've hit that generator, Kyp!" replied Dack.

Jolly's head began to ache, his fought some fierce battles against Drakken's Empire, even against the most unbelievable odds, but this place is built upon layers and layers of gun turrets, and he could've sworn the hangar is still pouring more and more fighters into the sky.

"Boys, take on the gun turrets at point blank range!" Jolly finally ordered.

"What?" Janson snapped.

"Dack, Kyp, follow me, with the guns around the generator distracted we can fire at it, but we will only have one shot at this!"

"Are you mad!" exclaimed Dack.

"Yes, yes I am!" Jolly smiled.

"We've only ever won a battle when the captain is mad, Dack!" laughed Kyp.

"Those guns fire at the nearest target, so make sure you fly really close to them," Jolly added.

"Nice, real nice." Janson commented sarcastically.

His two new wingmen gathered on two ends of his tail, "Sir, you look like you've lost your gunner," spoke Kyp as he grimaced at what's remaining of his captain's ship's rear end.

"I've been through worse. Now let's go full throttle!" barked Jolly.

At full speed, GJ's fighters wizzed past the turrets, causing them to spin uncontrollably, and at the low altitude they went in, some of the turrets accidently struck each other.

"Total score!" laughed a pilot.

Some of the more experienced gunners developed very accurate skills at picking off enemy fighters at this speed, and the pilots could even manipulate the guns to accidently hit the enemy fighters that were chasing them, thus proving Jolly's strategy to be more effective than anticipated.

"Excellent work boys!" Jolly praised, "We're coming in low, cover us!"

Jolly and his two new wingmen barrel rolled, dived and increased speed to full throttle, in a split second they reached the low altitude and were skimming the top of the fortress, shrouded in the menacing explosions and flew through the debris that was falling from the skies above them.

"Is it just me or is it warm in this crowd?" Dack spoke uneasily.

"Gunner, keep our six clean okay?" Kyp ordered, but his ship shook when a loud 'squee' was heard followed by a 'scratch' and a 'bang'.

"Kyp are you alright?" cried Dack, "Kyp?"

"I'm…shaken up…be alright" his voice was covered in static, but it got clearer "I think I've lost my gunner,"

Dack and Jolly looked over their shoulder to find Kyp's fighter was fine from the front, but as he banked in closer to them they could see the gunner's seat above the engine was completely cleaned off.

"Great…I guess it's my turn next?" Dack agitatedly swhined.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" His gunner snapped while looking over his shoulder.

"Stay sharp men," jolly shook his head and swung around, with his wingmen close behind, in the direction of the shield generator, a structure surrounded by an electrical field, mounted atop the fortress, "Things are about to get rough!"

Like flies over a rotten plate of food, the GJ fighters skirmished the shield generator trying to distract its guns, but the real threat was on it's way, Captain Jolly, Dack and Kyp came in, locked on to their target and prepared to dodge if need be. That was until a squadron of fresh fighters came into their view, flying in their direction, like a swarm of bees defending their hive.

"What the-?" Gasped Kyp.

"Sir, what the heck is that?" Dack stuttered.

"Stay on target, boys!" Jolly ordered.

"Captain, there's around a hundred of them…maybe more!" cried Dack.

"Janson, you see them?" Jolly asked.

"Yes sir, and avoiding them, I suggest you do so too."

"I order you and the rest of you girls to take them on!" Jolly feverishly argued.

"Sir…we cannot take them!" Janson protested.

"There's too many of them!" Kyp conceded, trying to state the obvious.

"That's an order!" Jolly stubbornly directed.

"We'll go around and hit the generator," Janson reasoned, "sir, break off!"

"That sounds reasonable," Dack nodded.

"I order you to attack!" Jolly demanded.

Janson shook his head, trying to think," Sir…I…"

"Attack them!"

But Janson's fighter steered clear from the fight and up to the sky along with his wingmen.

"Captain, let's go with Janson's idea…it sounds more…safe." Persuaded Dack.

"No!" Jolly growled, "This is our only shot!"

"I can't take this any more!" Kyp lifted up and headed off to follow the traffic of GJ fighters fleeing the new threat.

"Sorry sir," Dack's fighter also steered off.

Jolly was overwhelmed with sorrow, his entire squadron left him…abandoned him. Tears streamed from his eyes. He dedicated what energy was left in his fighter to increase the speed, and gripped his control stick tightly, in anticipation of his end. Everything was depending on this; he has served this cause ever since the beginning. He dedicated his entire fortune and sacrificed his friends and family for this effort. In its final stages everything began to go down…Ever since Kim Possible joined. Commander Kobarn, a man he got to know very well and looked up to, trusted her too easily, so his loyalty to that man also went down. And now his most loyal comrades abandon him in the final battle. If there was ever hope for the rebellion to succeed it would've been today. Now here he is, facing his doom, as he wiped his tears.

The sky was overshadowed with the enemy. His cockpit flashed with lights and its sirens were going off, he simply switched off the system and continued steering forward.

"If this is truly the fight," he whispered, "Then do not let my sacrifice go without avail."

The enemy's bright energy blasts streamed all over his cockpit and stuck his hull. The fighter caught fire and rocketed past them, crashing through a group of them and leaving a trail of destruction behind.The large chunk of debris plummeted through the sky and struck the shield generator's power supply, causing a spectacular electrical explosion to erupt. The shield generator was quickly reduced to a heap of collapsing rubble. The shield went down in an instant.

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The group walked through the wide doors and into the chamber, with Kim over their shoulder. Bonnie was stood in front of her machine while Ron stood at the side of the room, watching the group with an eerie smile.

Kim was roughly dropped on to the floor and the guards stood over her as Shego stood between them.

"Ron!" Kim cried as she sat up, but was silenced by an instant kick.

"He can't hear you, Kay!" a familiar voice spoke.

"Bonnie?" Kim hadn't noticed her when she came in.

"Frightened?" she mocked as she walked over to Kim in her Imperial uniform, "Ron is under my control, he has been ever since you two captured Commander Wiley."

"I knew it." Kim spat.

"Soon, you'll be joining him!" Bonnie added.

"I don't think so." Kim stubbornly remarked.

Bonnie shot daggers at Kim with her eyes, "We'll see."

She turned and walked over to Ron, embracing him with one arm while facing Kim, "Even as I'm not using the machine you see in front of you, he still remains loyal."

Kim glanced at a chair that was held up by mechanical arms, connecting it to some kind of super-computer behind it. Over the chair was a headpiece that resembled a set of headphones.

"That's because of a wonderful chip the doctor developed."

"How did you manage to fit the chip into him if you're so smart?"

"We didn't have to. We figured your chubby techie boy might've already placed one in him already. We were right. And his chip was more or less made for this!" Spoke Bonnie as she proceeded to walk towards the machine and stand by a panel, she hit a button and the chair began to lower to her level. "All we needed to do was configure it so that I may use it. That was done easily when Wiley fired a static shot at your boyfriend."

Kim flashed back to that night when Ron got shot in the shoulder and Kim threw dirt over it to stop the burning.

"Wait," Kim rubbed her forehead, "but, Wiley converted to our side."

"I never said he knew his gun was tampered with!" Bonnie smiled and took her seat, "We all suspected he would turn at some point, his reputation betrayed him. So, we made sure we chipped him in his sleep, just in case he tried anything…dirty. But, he escaped from here earlier than we expected. The chip we made wasn't very effective. Only simple commands could be made at spontaneous moments. Like, shoot Ron for example! And ironically, it was all we needed for the job. After we shot Ron I figured it was time he was silenced before he said too much. So, I killed him, using Ron!"

"You bi…" Before Kim could finish her curse the building shook and everyone began to look around.

"The shield generator is down!" the speakers yelled, "Repeat, the shield generator is down!"

"Fantastic!" Shego snapped, she then pointed at Bonnie, "I'm leaving the princess with you, the defenses need looking over, you know what to do with her!"

A twisted smile crept across Bonnie's cheeks, "Sure."

Shego nodded and gestured for everyone to follow her through the wide doors. Bonnie pressed a button beside her seat, placed her headset over her forehead and her eyes shifted to Ron.

"What happens now?" Kim said as she stood and looked around, noticing no guards were left in the room, except for Ron.

"Before I start processing you, there was something I always wanted to do." Bonnie spoke from atop her position.

Kim looked towards Ron with worried eyes as he began walking towards her, "And what might that be?"

"Seeing your boyfriend make you beg for mercy…painfully!"

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A.N.

The battle shall be continued in the next chapter. Keep an eye out for it!

And do not forget to bid our good friend Adam goodbye.