Captain Possible and The Centurion Legacy

Chapter Seventeen: Freedom One

"This is Freedom One speaking; the voice of the Global Resistance Movement. Valiant fighters in Sector Nine destroyed a column of Synthetics today with no casualties. There have been intensified sweeps by Erik in Sector One, and all resistance members are warned to stay undercover. I have also recently received word of a stunning blow against a secret Synthetic outpost by Kim Possible. She is an inspiration to us all."

Across the globe, humanity listened. They listened to the voice of a woman that was being broadcast over thousands of redundant signal repeaters that were hidden away. By the year two thousand five, when the Diablos had sprung up and destroyed the world's resistance to Lord Drakken's rule, radios had nearly become a thing of the past. An archaic avenue of entertainment that had been set aside for bigger and clearer television sets.

Now, in nearing the end of two thousand ten, nearly every family that was still managing to scratch out an existence in Earth's wastelands huddled around whatever they could find that had a radio receiver. Some were old car radios that had been salvaged and hooked up to a reluctant solar panel, it's sound fading in and out as Diablos passed overhead. Others were seemingly ancient devices that nevertheless worked tirelessly after sitting in basements and pawn shops for decades.

Kim stood in uniform outside Wade's lab where he and Ron were working. The Samurai style armor that Ron had picked up at Yamanouchi was apparently more than met the eye. An awful grinding sound could be heard coming from the room as Wade put the suit through intense durability tests. Kim watched as Ron stood still, cringing as a monofilament, diamond edged cutting wheel created sparks on the armor plating.

Soon, the grating noise stopped and Wade turned to his computer system to analyze his data. The technological genius wore large ear muffs to block out the noise of the tests, and Kim took a deep breath before entering the room behind the pair as Ron looked over Wade's shoulder.

Tapping him on the back to get his attention, Kim took the plunge. "Ron, I know you're busy but I've got something I really need to say." she began, feeling herself blush with embarrassment. She looked down at the floor, knowing it would be easier not looking him in the eye. "The other day at Yamanouchi after the Destroyer was defeated and you said you loved us and I replied with saying I love you too, I meant it because while you were evil you kissed me and it got me thinking that you maybe love me too but since we've been friends for so long it might be kinda weird because I'm not sure I love you like Joss thinks I love you but I love you because you've always been there for me kinda love you but I was always so worried that you wouldn't want to risk our friendship like last time and I couldn't bare being rejected and I decided it was easier to make hard decisions if I stayed closed off but even Sensei seemed to think that if I don't let people close that I'll forget the whole reason we're fighting!" she finished, her voice starting to creak.

She looked at Ron a few moments, looking for a reaction when finally he shook his head, and pulled out a pair of earplugs that had been keeping his hearing protected from Wade's tests. "Sorry, KP. What was that?" he asked, smiling innocently.

Kim felt as though all of those words had been literally sucked out of her mind and the blush of embarrassment turned into a flush of rage. Her fingernails nearly cut into her palms, and her head lowered slightly as she turned away to exit the room. "Nothing." she growled under her breath.

"Kim! She's back." came Joss's voice over the intercom.

"Broadcast through the base, Joss." Kim replied as Wade and Ron ran past her. She sighed heavily, wondering if it was even possible for a Possible to finally find love.

Kim entered the command room last to see Joss adjusting the frequency of the Global Justice base's radio receiver. Hana had been chasing Rufus around the room, including up walls and along the ceiling, and Wade and Ron were sitting with dreamy looks as the woman's voice crackled into existence over the intercom.