[I found about 30 pages of this on my computer, comprising the first 2.something chapters. It's inspired by the fanfic "
Fallen Heroes" though it starts at about where
Chapter 4 of that starts and should start diverging pretty significantly after a few chapters. If I have world enough and time, I was thinking this would actually be the middle story of a 5 story arc.]
Shego woke up and, as she usually did, tried to go back to sleep.
Then she realized three things:
1 The last thing she remembered was Kimmie injecting her with
something
2 She was completely naked,
3 She was vertical instead of horizontal.
Upon opening her eyes she found that she seemed to be in a glass
tube, and beyond it she saw a plain metal hallway that was too
generic to place. She pushed on the glass in front of her and found
that it gave easily. It moved out of her way lightly on hinges she
hadn't noticed were there.
When she stepped free she found that things were very, very wrong.
She was too light. Much too light. Her first thought was to
wonder what Kim had done to her but a quick look showed that she
hadn't been starved and there was no way that
that could
account for how light she was anyway.
Almost all of her weight was gone. Walking was … odd. She fell
on her face more than once before she got the hang of it.
In spite of what people thought, Shego did pay attention and she
did study. She knew she was too light to be on the surface of any
planet. There were, however, multiple moons she might be on. Just
what the hell had Kimmie done after injecting her?
Examining her surroundings was very, very unpleasant.
The glass tube was the front of the contraption she'd been in, the
back was a near vertical “bed” built into a strange metal
machine. Next to it was a similar device, this one closed and frost
evident on the surface. Inside of it was a very still DNAmy,
recognizable in spite of being somewhat obscured by the frost build-up on the glass.
It was what was next to
that that was the problem. Another
“bed” whose occupant was dead. And another one just like it next
to it. And another, and another, and another. The chamber Shego was
in was very large and had multiple levels, it was full of the devices
each of which had someone in it, and it seemed that
everyone
was dead.
Everyone save herself and Amy.
Shego found an unlocked supply closet, it didn't contain much of
interest but it did, mercifully, contain clothing--plain white
clothing that she deemed a fashion disaster--but clothing she put on
none the less.
She found a computer and was able to look up a map of the
facility.
The devices were called “cryo beds” and it seemed that most of
them had gone offline. She didn't bother finding out how many there
were, she didn't want to know. She instead found out how many other
survivors there were: nine.
Hers was the only one that had opened.
The computer gave brief descriptions of each:
Name: AMY HALL
Alias: DNAmy
Reason for Suspension: Deemed a threat
to global security
Notes: Rouge geneticist
Authorization
for Suspension: Dr. Elizabeth Director
Shego laughed at 'Rouge' instead of 'Rogue'.
Name: DREW LIPSKY
Alias: Doctor Drakken
Reason for Suspension: Multiple
attempts at world domination
--Deemed a threat to global security
Notes: Brilliant inventor; inept in
all other areas
Authorization for Suspension: Dr. Elizabeth
Director
Again Shego got a giggle out of the notes.
Name: SARAH ANDERSON
Alias: Surge
Reason for Suspension: Member of
Sonique's organization.
Notes: Able psychically manipulate
electronics
Authorization for Suspension: Dr. Elizabeth Director
This gave Shego pause. She quickly cross-referenced “Reason
for Suspension” with dates. There were too many records to read
them all and Shego didn't want to read about any of the dead people
anyway. She didn't want to know their names.
Regardless it seemed that between Drakken's “Suspension” in
2013 and Surge's in 2018 the reason necessary had gone from “threat
to global security” to simply being a lackey. Digging deeper into
Surge's file than the surface summary mentioned something called the
Sander's Act.
Quick glances at other records seemed to show that it was invoked
every time someone had been put into cryo-statis for no defensible
reason.
Shego didn't know what the Sander's Act was, or why it mattered,
but she was guessing it wasn't good. She returned to looking at
records of survivors.
Name: HORATIO SYSKA
Alias: None
Reason for Suspension: Espionage
Notes: It has never been determined
how he accomplishes his spying.
Suspected mutant
Authorization for
Suspension: Dr. Elizabeth Director
Name: NOLAN ROBERTS
Alias: Hawk
Reason for Suspension: Sheltering
Sander's Act fugitives
Notes: Able to form viable wings at
will
Authorization for Suspension: Dr. Elizabeth Director
Name: RYAN SMITH
Alias: None
Reason for Suspension: Deemed a threat
to global security
Notes: Prefers targeting civilian
populations with explosives.
Authorization for Suspension: Dr
Elizabeth Director
That was the first of the incarcerations Shego agreed with. “If
the 'Notes' section is accurate,” she mentally amended.
Name: WILLIAM TAYLOR
Alias: Blok
--Bill
Reason for Suspension: Gang activity.
Notes: Can turn into
“stone”
Authorization for Suspension: Dr. Elizabeth Director
Name: HENRY SANDERS
Alias: Janus
Reason for suspension: Impersonating
World Leader
Notes: Limited shape shifting
ability
Authorization for suspension: Dr. Elizabeth Director
The last survivor seemed to be separated from the others, when
Shego found out who it was she gasped.
Name: KIMBERLY POSSIBLE
Alias: Kim, KP
Reason for Suspension: Deemed a threat
to global security
Notes: Former Hero
--Inventor
--Nascent villain
--High risk of attempted rescue;
removed from gen-pop
--Designed cryogenic bed; hers can only
be opened manually as a precaution
Authorization for Suspension:
Dr. Elizabeth Director
Shego attempted to access Kim's file but found it highly
encrypted, far beyond her own skill to crack.
Six hours later she had discovered several distressing things.
She wasn't all that surprised by the lack of guards. If people
had been left to die when their cryo bed went offline then she
figured this wasn't really a prison, it was a method of execution
that allowed those who implemented it to tell themselves they weren't
actually executing people. She was surprised by the state of repair.
The facility was immaculate, but low on power. Heavy doors
wouldn't open, light ones did so lethargically. The security systems
to prevent escape, the very things that should be stopping her from
having free reign, were entirely useless. State of the art lasers
couldn't fire and could only manage to twitch when they should have
tracked her every move. Force fields didn't operate. Half of the
computers running the place had recently fried when their cooling
system lost power. The heat was gone but the smell lingered. The
other half didn't look like they'd last long.
From what she could access on the computer terminals that were
working, she found that she couldn't open the cryo beds. Hers had
opened as a safety precaution when it ran out of power. The ones
that hadn't opened when they lost power, more than ten thousand of
them, had been prevented from opening by some override system that
had been running on the now fried computer banks.
There was no food.
The water that there was she had to collect from anti-condensation
chambers designed to keep the electronics from getting wet by
removing moisture from the air.
The air itself wasn't going to last long, at least it wouldn't if
she wanted to get out. Environmental systems were keeping the CO2
levels safe, but the oxygen wasn't being replenished. Something, the
computer wasn't sure what, had used up most of it long before Shego
had woken up. What there was had been collected into the chambers
with living prisoners. If that air was shared with the places she
needed to use to reach the nearest exit the O2 would be too thin to
breathe for long.
She had no idea where she was. While a map of the interior was
available and easy to access, information on the outside was in a
computer that had powered down. It was, fortunately, not on one of
the ones that had
melted, but there wasn't enough power to
turn it back on. If she tried to boot it up the power drain would
short the system and knock out all the computers.
When looking into this she happened to notice the date displayed
on the computer she was using: 6/22/2529. Checking various other
things confirmed that it wasn't a mistake. The last time a human
being had interacted with the computers of the prison was almost five
hundred years earlier. The last entries were fairly routine and then
centuries of nothing but automated log updates.
They'd been abandoned. All of the prisoners, thousands of them,
had simply been abandoned. They'd been left to die when the power
ran out without so much as a note saying why.
No guard had set foot in the facility for centuries. Apart from
the “centuries” part she had assumed as much, but somehow it
finally hit home for her. No one had been there to witness the
passing of most of her fellow prisoners. No one had cared enough to
save them. No one was there now.
She was completely alone.
There was one person she could wake. Kim's cryo bed had been set
to manual. Shego was pacing back and forth outside of it when the
intercom tried to announce something. It did very little other than
crackle and spurt, but it was enough to send Shego running to a
computer terminal.
--
The last thing Amy Hall remembered was trying to force a Ninja
school into releasing her beloved Monty.
Now she was naked in some sort of tube.
She got out of it and found white clothing laid out for her. She
was putting it on when a door lurched open.
“Oh god; I wish I hadn't seen that,” Shego said as she backed
out of the room she'd just entered.
“Shego?”
“Welcome to the prison of the future,” Shego said in a
sarcastic imitation of a tour guide. “No guards, thinning air, way
more nudity than you'd ever want, and … oh yeah, almost all of the
inmates are dead.”
“What's going on?”
“Finish dressing, then we have to
meet Dr. D.”
“I'm finished,” Amy said. “Now, what's going on?”
“Apparently Kimmie designed cryogenic stasis technology, then
she was interred here herself.”
“Where is here?”
“Here is where Global Justice sticks everyone they don't like,”
Shego said. “Stuck,” She she amended. “They stuck us here,
then left.”
“Left?”
“A long time ago.”
“How long?” Amy asked.
“Five hundred years give or take. My last memory is from 2010.
Yours?”
“Early 2011.”
“They nabbed Drakken in 2013. Surge in 2018. I didn't
recognize the rest of the survivor's names, didn't check the dates
either.”
“You said they had Possible.”
“She's got her own
room. Apparently she's a 'nascent villain'.”
“Always thought she had it in her.”
“I have my
doubts,” Shego said. “Anyway, let's find Drakken before he blows
something up.” Shego led the way.
--
Drakken had put on the white clothing that had been laid out in
front of his cryo bed.
He'd also managed to stop his utter panic that had commenced when
he noticed that he was surrounded by dead bodies.
He recognized the technology immediately, it was Kim Possible's
tech. Supposedly abandoned shortly before the retired hero's
untimely demise, it had obviously been taken and mass produced.
He had little doubt as to who was responsible. Global Justice
stepped up their efforts after Possible died. In truth they'd been
cracking down since her retirement and his short lived pardon.
Possible's death just accelerated things. The five years between her
retirement and death didn't see anything like the downward spiral he
witnessed in the two years after her death.
When he was finally captured it was almost a relief. That meant
he wouldn't be killed. Sure, GJ never abandoned the taser as their
primary weapon, but there had been more than a few 'accidents'.
Accidents that were never subject to inquiry, explanation, or
reprimand.
Now. looking at what was so obviously Possible's stolen
technology, he was confused. The cryo beds were a marvel of
technology, one that he totally understood GJ's desire to steal, and
they should never have failed. The ones around his had obviously
failed.
When Possible had turned from famous hero to reclusive inventor he
followed her career with interest. When Shego disappeared he made the
mistake of trying to force the reason out of Possible. When he heard
the news of her cryo beds he had a feeling that that was what had
become of Shego. No prison could hold her, but if she had been
asleep the whole time...
But Possible's technology was better than this. She had failsafes
on her failsafes. There was no way that she'd make the death
chambers that he was now surrounded by.
He had to find a computer terminal, he was missing something.
--
Shego and Amy found Drakken in front of a computer screen,
studying.
He noticed them enter the room and said, “Ah, Shego,”
absently.
“Doc,” Shego said, “do you realize that--”
“Five hundred sixteen years have passed while we've been in
cryostasis and we're being held in a failing Global Justice facility
on the moon? Yes.”
“Do you know which moon?” Amy asked him.
“The moon,” he said. “Earth's moon.”
“So it could be worse,” Shego said.
“It could also be better,” Drakken said. “I see no records
of food being stored anywhere within this facility and most of it
isn't functioning regardless. We're trapped here.”
“I was
hoping you could come up with some kind of a plan to get us out,”
Shego said.
--
Drakken was surprised at Shego's lack of abuse. He did notice
that his long rest seemed to have calmed himself, perhaps the same
had happened to her. He hoped that was it, because if things were
really so hopeless that Shego had lost her sarcasm he knew there was
a very real chance they were going to die.
Only parts of the schematics were open to him, not enough to form
a plan, and of what he could see there wasn't enough power to
accomplish anything.
The intercom system tried to say something and he saw a flashing
on the monitor. Two more cryo beds would open because of imminent
power loss.
Drakken told Shego and Amy and the three headed toward hold seven,
where the two waking prisoners were located.
--
Sarah woke up and decided that if they were going to treat her
like a criminal regardless of what she did she'd damn well start
acting like one. Her attempts to put “Surge” behind her had
obviously failed, so she would be Surge.
She'd take vengeance on those sanctimonious jerks who--
And that was when she fell --agonizingly slowly-- on her face,
learning the hard way that attempting to move in the lunar gravity
they way one would on earth simply did not work.
She bounced, something she hadn’t expected, and thanked whatever
gods may be for the railing that stopped her from tumbling into empty
air. As she slowly got on her feet she realized that the room she
was in was four stories tall and she was on the third story of it.
She clung to the railing for fear of falling, still not quite
realizing why she was having trouble moving around.
When she turned around she was so surprised she collapsed to the
metal walkway again.
There were bodies. Seemingly endless bodies. All dead.
--
Horatio pushed open his cryo bed, smelled the stale air, and
closed his eyes for a moment.
Then he picked up the white clothes laid out in front of his cry
bed, carefully unfolded them, and put them on.
He made his way to a ladder that gave access to all four levels of
the room her was in, climbed down from his place on level four to
level three, and walked to Sarah, still huddled in shock.
He picked up the clothes that had been left in front of her cryo
bed and handed them to her. Then he returned to the ladder and
climbed to the ground level.
--
Drakken, Shego, and Amy waited expectantly for the door to hold
seven to open enough to walk through. When it didn't do so quickly
Shego helped the door along with brute force.
They found two people dressed in the clothes Shego had laid out
for them when she had surveyed the facility alone earlier.
“Surge,” Shego said nodding to the pink-haired woman.
“Horatio, I presume,” she said to the man with wild brown hair.
The man nodded.
“We're in a deteriorating Global Justice facility on the moon,”
Drakken said. “We don't have access to the full systems and we
don't have enough power to use most of the systems we do have access
to. Can either of you help?”
Horatio shook his head.
Surge gestured to the bodies in the cryo beds and asked, “What
about them?”
“There's nothing we can do for them,” Drakken said.
“Right now we need to think about the people who are still
alive,” Amy told Surge.
“There are ten of us, we're,” Shego gestured to the entire
group, “the first five wake up.”
“Why are we alive if
the others died?” Surge asked.
“The cryo bed's original designer--” Shego started
“Kim Possible,” Drakken added.
“The original designer,” Shego said, obviously annoyed, “made
fail safes so that a power failure would never injure, much less
kill, the occupant. The ones who actually used them decided they'd
rather see us die. Their override system was clunky at best and
apparently required some computers that recently failed. Now we're waking
up as the power runs out.”
“It's running out fast,” Drakken said. “All of the
survivors will be awake within 24 hours. We just have to hope that
at least one of them can help us.”
“Which brings us back to the original question,” Amy said.
“Is there anything you can do to help?”
“Well...” Surge said, “I could use my power to interface
with the compu--”
“No!” Drakken and Shego shouted in
unison.
“We've met,” Surge sheepishly explained to a befuddled
Amy.
“Though you were younger then,” Shego said, “Have
your powers improved?”
“I've been retired,” Surge
admitted. “I haven't had a lot of practice.”
“So, what now?” Amy asked.
“We wait for the next batch to wake up,” Drakken said.
“I hate waiting,” Shego said.
--
Drakken had been able to predict that the prisoner in Holding Area
Thirteen would be the next to awaken and so they'd been waiting there
for Nolan Roberts to wake up. The five sat in a circle, all angled
at least slightly away from Robert's cryo bed to give him some
modesty when he woke up.
Shego and Amy knew the least about the state of the world,
Drakken's knowledge only got them two years closer to understanding.
Surge was able to share what happened all the way into 2018. Horatio
never said a word.
--
Hawk blinked awake and found himself in some kind of glass tube.
It wasn't the first time. The ability to spontaneously generate
limbs was reason enough for people to want to poke and prod him.
That those limbs were ones that no mammal had any right to have in
the first place was even more. The fact that he was able to fly on
the wings, and even able to carry other people, when the wings were
too small to provide the necessary lift was just the icing on the
cake.
More than once he'd escaped only because the people planning to
vivisect him couldn't agree on who got first cut.
He'd never seen the ones who captured him this time, but he had a
good guess. He'd finally annoyed the big dogs. There had been
warning that Global Justice was on to him, but there was only so much
he could do. Marcella's Free Zone was nearly impossible to locate
and travel to Japan was restricted. Trapped within GJ allied
countries there was simply no secure hiding place.
That hadn't even been the worst part. The worst part was that he
was supposed to be a criminal, he was supposed to be as far from
altruistic as possible, but he'd somehow found himself guardian of a
growing flock of genetic outcasts.
Some had been subjected to the same kind of experimentation as
him. Some had seen worse. Some were lucky in that they only lived
in fear of it. He was their protector, their guardian, the one who
promised, against every impulse, to keep them safe.
Even if he could find a way out for himself, they were not so easy
to move in a hurry.
So he'd held back. He'd slowly gone in one direction leaving a
trail of bread crumbs that was just a little too obvious to ignore
but not conspicuous enough to be an obvious false trail. Meanwhile
his charges had fled in a different direction as fast as they could
without leaving a trail.
Sure enough someone caught up with him. The last thing he
remembered was a pain in his back.
Surveying the room beyond the glass was … odd. It was an empty
room. Not a lab like he expected. The occupants were wearing
matching white clothes, which could indicate a “science” team,
but rather than examining him or readouts they were sitting in a
circle talking to each other.
He tested the glass in front of him and was surprised to find it
freely gave.
--
At the sound of the cryo bed opening Amy said, “Mind the low
gravity,” without turning.
“Put on the clothes and tell us when you're dressed,” Shego
added.
Soon they explained the situation to him and it turned out he had
nothing new to contribute to an escape attempt.
Sprouting wings and flying, while impressive, wouldn't help them
much while trapped indoors.
For the first time Shego raised the possibility of waking Kim
Possible.
--
Smith woke up and immediately started a threat assessment. Glass
in front of him, a protective railing beyond that. No matter how
clean it was he recognized a prison when he saw one.
The glass was different, it implied the small chamber he occupied
was a cryo bed. A cell. That might be a good thing. He was awake
and there were no armed guards. Probably a glitch.
The benefit of a cryo prison was that it didn't need guards.
Sleeping convicts couldn't attempt to escape. No prison violence, no
riots, no escape attempts. Keep the location a secret and there
would be no outsiders trying to break the incarcerated out. That
meant a skeleton crew at most. With the exception of moving
prisoners, prisons like this didn't actually
need anyone
working at them. The guards were purely there for public relations
reasons. It made the tax payers feel safer knowing there was someone
with a gun around their con-sicles.
When there wasn't a press visit, which itself was very rare
considering that cryo prisons were uniformly
secret prisons,
the actual guard posted at the facility would be almost non-existent.
Automated defenses, on the other hand, could be expected in
droves.
Still, he knew what to expect.
Testing the weight of his arms and legs he knew exactly where he
was. Luna-1. The first and largest cryo-prison, Global Justice's
favorite place to stick the undesirables of the world, and never
officially acknowledged to exist.
The handful of earthbound cryo-prisons had their locations kept
secret, but Luna-1 had its entire existence firmly and repeatedly
denied. There was never a press presence here. There was never a
need to station guards for show.
There would probably be almost no one to stop him.
He pushed the glass in front of him and smiled as his cryo-bed
opened. He was definitely right, some kind of glitch had set him
free.
He was sure he could catch the guards off guard and be out of here
in a hurry.
When he saw the white clothing neatly laid out in front of his
cryo bed, his and no other in sight, he was forced to reevaluate
everything.
--
The first thing Blok noticed was his mass. It was way too low.
He was much more used to changes in mass than most people. In his
stone form he weighed more than half a ton. In human form he weighed
almost exactly two hundred pounds. Changing between the two forms
repeatedly left him intimately familiar with what it felt like for
his body to have a different mass.
What he wasn't used to was weighing
less than his human
form. Much less.
He estimated he weighed about thirty pounds, give or take.
When he opened his eyes and saw his surroundings he had some idea
of what was going on.
Years ago Kim Possible had reentered the public eye to propose the
use of cryogenic technology in prisoner storage. He'd only paid
enough attention to note that she wasn't returning to the hero
business. Later that month she apparently died.
Over the next few years information came out implicating Global
Justice in her demise. Then political hell broke loose when Ron
Stoppable went public with information indicating that Global Justice had stolen
Kim's cryo technology, built a secret lunar prison, and made her the
first inmate.
The lunar prison was never located, which meant that rescue was
impossible. It was beyond all jurisdictions so no national agency
could bring Global Justice to task for what it did there. All that
could be done was withdrawing from the UN and Global Justice's power.
Japan had done so before Stoppable even went public. In theory it
should have meant nothing more than Global Justice no longer
operating in Japan. In practice it looked like Global Justice was
preparing for war with Japan, but that never came to pass.
Once there was proof more nations left the fold while Global
Justice became closer and closer to the Dark UN Enforcers of the
nightmares of people who thought in capital letters.
They cracked down on every country they still had a foothold in.
Not that they hadn't been doing that before, but once the truth was
out they did it openly. Before people disappeared without any proof
as to who did it; after GJ started operating in broad daylight in the
streets and didn't care who knew.
That's when he was nabbed.
The Lunar cryo prison had never been found.
Everyone assumed that it was where the disappeared people were
sent.
It's where he must have been sent. It wasn't his mass that was
off, it was gravity. He wasn't less massive, as he had originally
assumed, he weighed less.
He phased into stone form and then felt silly. His transformation
destroyed the cryobed, but the glass cover that served as the door
had apparently been unlocked. He phased back into human form and
surveyed his surroundings. A pile of white clothes was in front of
his cryo tube and he heard movement above him.
He quickly got dressed. A few minutes after he'd finished a voice
called out, “Ryan! Blok! Get down here; we have an escape to
plan.”
--
They'd decided to sleep, there was nothing else to do. It would
be a while before new prisoners were released. Holding Area 23 would
lose power next. Two new prisoners, but not for more than eight
hours.
Hawk, having just woken up, didn't need sleep just then. Surge
said she hadn't been awake long enough. Horatio curled up in a ball,
covered his eyes with an arm, and seemed to go to sleep immediately.
By the time eight hours had passed they'd all been sleeping. Some simply because it was better than boredom.
That was why they were late for the opening of the cryo beds in
Holding Area 23.
When they arrived Shego noted two figures in white on the upper
levels. She shouted, “Ryan! Blok! Get down here; we have an escape
to plan.”
The one on the second level hurdled over the railing and
transformed to a bulkier figure made of stone as he fell. The
landing was too light for Shego's taste. A hard reminder that even
if they found a way out of this prison they were still on the moon.
The stone creature, which looked like a caricature of a large man
that had been carved out of granite, transformed back into a dark
haired man in white clothes.
“Blok, at your service,” he said.
Ryan Smith took longer to reach the ground floor.
“What's the situation?” he asked.
“This facility has been abandoned,” Hawk said. “We're lucky
that the fail safes finally kicked in otherwise we'd be like them,”
he gestured to all of the cryo beds in the room that didn't open.
Apparently Ryan and Blok hadn't looked back before. They both had
a moment of shock, but Ryan's moment was much shorter.
“The functioning cryo beds are opening as the power failure
becomes too much for them to keep running,” Drakken said. “That
power failure is also stopping us from moving the larger doors and
providing annoyances left and right.”
“Most of the still functioning computers are open to us,”
Surge said. “But some parts we haven't been able to get to because
none of us are good enough hackers.”
“The people who built
this place didn't expect prisoners to be awake and accessing the
computers.” Amy said. “They were lazy with them, but not
completely stupid. There's a chance that the parts they were afraid
we might access are parts that would help us get out.”
“We're on the moon,” Nolan said.
“I know,” Ryan snapped.
“I'd guessed as much,” Blok
added.
“And that pretty much covers it,” Shego said. “Other than
the fact that we've all been asleep around five hundred years.”
That shocked Ryan and Blok.
Once it became clear that neither of them had much to contribute
to an escape attempt Shego brought up Possible again.
“The same person who designed these cages,” she gestured to
the cryo beds, “Is a prisoner here too. Except her cryo bed will
only open manually.”
“Leave Possible to rot,” Ryan said.
“She'd do just that,” Shego spat back. “Not only can hers
be opened manually, it can
only be opened manually. She'll
end up like one of them,” Shego gestured to the dead bodies who had
never been released from their cryo beds, “if we do nothing.”
“So
what?” Ryan asked.
“That would be murder,” Surge said. “We'd be no better than
the ones who left us to die.”
“I'm not in favor of leaving her to die,” Hawk said, “but
I'd rather wait on letting a hero loose in here. She was on GJ's
side.”
“And betrayed by that side,” Blok said.
“Do you know what happened to her?” Amy asked.
“It doesn't matter,” Ryan spat.
“What does matter,” Shego said, “is that if she worked on
the cryo beds she may have also worked on the prison itself. She
might be able to get us out of here.”
“It'll be another hour, two at most, before the last prisoner is
freed,” Drakken said. “Why don't we wait on decisions about Kim
Possible until we see if he can help us?”
--
Henry knew where he was when he woke. After what he tried there
was only one place they might send him. Luna-1. The 'secret' prison
on the moon. It had never been located or officially admitted to,
but everyone knew about it. In fact, it had become so famous that
whenever someone disappeared there would be whispers about
Luna-1. Usually the whispers meant nothing, but in his case he must
have been sent there.
What he didn't understand was
why he woke up. In spite of
Luna-1 being a cryo prison, something that was never intended for
life sentences, no one had ever returned from Luna-1.
Stranger still was the lack of guards. Henry had never been a
physical threat to anyone, but it wasn't like Global Justice to leave
anyone without armed guards. Especially considering how much
he had annoyed them.
Try to change the world, end up being turned into a popsicle.
That was the price of trying to be a hero, he decided. Pranks and
small time crimes were much safer.
He cautiously pushed the cryo bed open. It was only when he saw
the clothing laid out in front of it that he realized he was naked.
He put it on and then turned back toward his prison.
--
“Oh my god!” came a shout from above the eight survivors.
“He's awake,” Ryan said.
“He's awake,” Shego repeated. Then she shouted in Henry's
direction, “Get over here. We need to find out if you're useful.”
--
Henry quickly confirmed what Shego had feared and suspected. He
was no more help in escaping the dying Lunar prison than any of the
others.
“That settles it,” Shego said. “We have to wake Kimmie.”
“I thought you said you couldn't--” Henry said.
“We couldn't open anyone else's,” Shego said. “It seems
that Global Justice never really understood the technology. They
could duplicate it, but a lot of the programming was hardwired into
the circuits themselves. They weren't able to isolate the parts they
didn't like, and were always afraid that Kim had hidden a feature to
save herself in it. They made sure that hers could only be opened
manually.”
“That doesn't change the fact that we should
leave her to die,” Ryan said, “or kill her ourselves.”
“Ok,” Shego said while green plasma erupted from her hands.
“You don't get to talk anymore.”
“Releasing her would be a risk,” Amy said.
“Red is
always a risk,” Blok said, “But having her on our side would be
something to behold.”
“We're out of options,” Hawk said. “We let her out.”
“I'd like to see her save me instead of stop me for a change,”
Drakken said, quickly adding, “even if she was downright scary
toward the end. If we want to live we have to let her out.”
“I want to live,” Surge said.
“Then let's let her out,” Henry said.
--
Given that Kim's last memory was a taser in the back while Will Du
and Elizabeth Director lectured her about how her taking the law into
her own hands was a threat to the world while them doing the same was
totally peachy she had a pretty good idea where she was.
What she didn't expect was who she saw.
Nine people all wearing white clothing. Shego, DNAmy, Drakken and
Blok she recognized. The five others not so much.
Shego opened her cryo bed and said, “Princess, you had better
have a plan.”
“What's the sitch?” Kim asked.
“Well first off you're naked. Put on clothes.” Shego shoved a
bundle of white clothes that matched her own into Kim's arms. The
eight others turned away to give her a least a modicum of privacy.
Shego simply stared.
“Do you mind?” Kim asked as she pulled on pants.
“Well I figure you saw me naked enough, now it's my
turn.”
“It's not like I had much of a choice,” Kim
snapped. “They were going to kill you if I didn't come up with
another solution.”
“And that makes everything better,” Shego sneered.
“If
it makes you happy, you're part of the reason I was locked up here.”
Kim said.
“She's decent,” Shego announced. “How was I a part of it?”
“You, Amy, and Dementor were the stated reasons for locking me
up.”
“Dementor?”
“You and Amy were thrown in my lap by Ron who wanted to find a
way to deal with you without killing you.”
“How is what
you did different from killing?
“Because I was going to let you out,” Kim said. “You weren't
frozen, just in a deep, deep sleep. I developed a way to have the
equivalent of therapy going on and was hoping for rehabilitation.”
“Mind control,” Shego spat.
“No!” Kim shouted. “Why does everyone assume mind control?
It's no more mind control than a court order to see a therapist.”
“And Dementor?”
“He attacked one of my students. I
lost my temper but his injuries shouldn't have been fatal.”
“Shouldn't?”
“Instead of getting medical help he ran for eleven blocks. The
stress made the injuries much worse and the police were more
interested in stopping me than helping him. By the time anyone
actually bothered to look for him they found that he'd decided hiding
in a subway tunnel was better than getting help. That decision cost
him his life.”
“Damn,” Shego said.
“While this is all very interesting,” said woman with pink hair who Kim guessed to
be a pacific islander in her twenties, “it
doesn't really help us.” She turned to Shego. “You said she
could help. She doesn't look like much.”
“Kimmie, meet Surge,” Shego said. “You know Drakken and
Amy--”
“And Blok,” Kim interjected.
“Right, he mentioned something about knowing you,” Shego said.
“The others are Hawk,” she gestured to a lean black man with
short black hair, “Horatio,” she gestured to a Caucasian with
wild dark hair and, “Ryan,” another Caucasian, this one with well
groomed sandy blond hair, “and Henry,” a wiry Hispanic man, his
hair of uniform length--about four inches. “We're all that's left.
Apparently Global Justice overrode your safety features, but
couldn't figure out how to do it in the cryo beds themselves. When
some of their computers crashed we started getting let out as the
power died. The rest weren't so lucky.”
“The rest?” Kim
asked.
“This facility had well over ten thousand prisoners,” Drakken
said. “Then ten of us are all that remain.”
“Ten … thousand?” Kim asked in shock.
“Ten,” Hawk
said. “Ten people who --right here, right now-- need a way out.
The power is dying, the air is stale. We have no information on what
might be outside these walls. Some of the computers are dead, some
offline, others have security we can't crack. Can you help
us?”
“The power's failing?” Kim asked, confused.
Henry was reading the information displayed on her cryo bed. When
he finished he said, “It's been five hundred eighteen years since
you were captured.”
“That can't be … I mean...” Kim sputtered.
“I'm
afraid so sweetie,” Amy told her.
“And the guards?” Kim asked.
“Haven't checked in in centuries,” Shego said.
Kim walked to the nearest computer terminal. “Give me a
minute,” she said.
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