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PostPosted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:40 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Chapter 14 – The Council

Part One: Enemy Named

As the shuttle took off, Weihan found his mind drifting to the previous nights…activities. He couldn’t fight the smile that formed on his face as he remembered making love to Ronny. They had moved from the couch to the bed fairly quickly – after bumping into a few walls and tables. There, they had cemented their commitment and love to each other with a night of tender passion. While she had been very shy at the start, he had been patient with her – slowly taking things step by step…until the pressure had been too much for them to take. They had finally fallen asleep – three hours before he was due to wake up – after literally wearing each other out. When they finally did wake up, they wished each other good morning with slow and passionate lovemaking. They had finally gotten dressed and out of his quarters – just in time for him to make the shuttle. So far, there was another thirty minutes to go. It never ceased to amaze him – how close the two solar systems were to each other. The three planets of the Council – Eltare, Inquiris and Triforia – were extremely close to what the TW Battle Group had dubbed “Sol X”. He supposed the only reason why the Sha’Kahr hadn’t “crossed over” was that they didn’t want to face the wrath of the Eltarean High Council. Even though only four of the seven members could fight, it would be a fierce battle – given the circumstances.

As he sat back in his seat, he fingered the Morpher on his wrist. It was hard to imagine that this was all the protection that he had – apart from his other powers. He hadn’t even seen what his armour would be like – though he knew he could customise it if he didn’t like it. He absentmindedly tapped his Morpher and stifled a yelp as he heard the voice of seanymemory on the other end.

“Hey Boss, what’s happening? You want a progress report on the Zord modifications?”

Weihan replied in the affirmative, but only listened with half an ear as the technician rattled on. He knew that the Zords were combat ready – the fight with the Fearcats’ robot had proved that – and they could be handled with skill. Unfortunately, the Zords had to be stored in the Hangar Bay – not in subspace. That was a real disadvantage to them, purely due to the fact that the Power could not auto-repair any damage sustained in the heat of battle. Fortunately, the Zord technicians they had drafted were the best of the best at repairing anything. Unfortunately – Zords and Megazords didn’t fall under the umbrella of “anything”…just yet. He sighed and ducked his head in resignation. If they didn’t improve their skills, he would have to pay to get Tommy and Justin to help…let alone pay for Kim as well. Turning to Billy wouldn’t be any much help – the constant anti-aging treatments on Aquitar had left him incapable of leaving the planet for an extended period of time. If worst came to the worst, he could always ask Zedd to come back to help…but he didn’t quite trust the former dictator just yet. He was shaken out of his mental world by the technician’s last words.

“…and Ronny’s gone to meet Frizz. Just saw her leave with Kat.”

Weihan sat up straight in his seat, his eyes filling with mirth. He choked back laughter, taking three tries to say what he wanted to …without bursting out into hysterical laughter.

“Ronny’s meeting with Frizz? Did anyone tell her about his…appearance?”

A burst of laughter told him all he needed to know, before the transmission clicked off. He knew that Frizz’s appearance would be a shock, but he knew Ronny could handle it. Well, as well as anyone confronted with a brain in a jar would. It had been his idea to preserve Frizz’s brain in a Zordon-like tube – the only problem was that without a steady supply of oxygen and blood, his brain wouldn’t survive for long. Weihan had debated long and hard on how to solve the problem – but happened on the solution after many sleepless nights. He had constructed the tube first – made out of the same type of crystal as both the tubes of Zordon and Dimitria – then filled it with a mixture of oxygen rich blood cells and the right nutrients needed for the brain to survive. It had been a bit of a problem to take out Frizz’s brain from his skull – eyes and all. One of the eyes had been disconnected from the optic nerve – rendering it unusable for the Supreme Commander to use. Frizz had waved it aside – he had said that having one eye was better than having no eyes at all. He had also turned down a suggestion of having a hologram of his head projected outward.

Frizz’s office then had to be redesigned – but Weihan wasn’t the one who did it, thankfully. It was over remarkably quickly – once they had worked out the Frizz had a 360 degree range of vision. The installation of the voice synthesiser was also a relatively painless exercise – although it had meant finding out a way to waterproof every single component…until Weihan had suggested it be installed at the base of the tube. He had to run from the technicians for a week before they calmed down. He was jolted from his thoughts as the shuttle landed on a hard surface. He looked out the windows – enthralled by what he saw. Gleaming buildings made entirely out of white crystal and stone stood everywhere. Above him, cylindrical transports glided about peacefully. As he gazed around him, the shuttle taxied to the waiting passenger dock. He stood up and walked to the door, waiting for it to iris open. When it did, he was hit in the face with a blast of warm, sweet scented air.

He was on Eltare.

He walked through the passenger dock – fully aware of the stares he was receiving. Of course, that was normal – he was hailed as a hero here. He tried his best not to respond to them – but every now and then, he would look in around him and smile. He was excited to be back on Eltare, but he quickly remembered why he was there as he saw a figure in the distance. He had changed since Weihan had last saw him – his restrictive armour had been slimmed and toned down somewhat. For all the world, it looked like he was wearing Ranger armour, but he knew he wasn’t. the armour was still the same colour though – still royal blue with an “N” encased in a golden medallion on his chest. He still had a straight-edged katana strapped to his back as well as his blue armoured gauntlets. The only difference was that he no longer wore his expressionless helmet, but carried it under his right arm. His face was hawk-like with a slightly upturned nose and piercing yellow eyes. He walked towards Weihan, with a friendly smile on his face – one that Weihan returned wholeheartedly, his voice expressing his delight.

“Ninjor!”

The Ninja warrior smiled broadly and they clasped forearms in the Universal gesture of greeting. Ninjor took a moment to look over his student. He had filled out since their last meeting and he looked to be a fine Ranger and Leader. He took careful note of the way the Asian slightly winced whenever he moved his head too fast – almost as if he had a head injury in the last 24 hours. Weihan noticed his curious stare, but waved it off – as he wasn’t too keen to relive that incident just yet. They started walking to the direction of the High Council Building, which was only a short distance away. Suddenly, Weihan spoke up in a pensive tone that caused Ninjor to frown.

“Something’s happened. Drakor has somehow brought back Dryken. I swear I destroyed him for good, but he’s back somehow.”

Ninjor slowed his step. He – like the rest of the High Council – was aware of Drakor’s emergence. Weihan had contacted them after he had chosen his Rangers – putting the Council on red alert. Dimitria had even gone so far as to contact Tommy Oliver on Earth – but had found out he knew all about what was going on. Strangely enough, so had Jason Scott – someone with no apparent ties to the TW Ranger project. Of course, Rita – or Mystic Mother as she was now called – knew about it – and she warned the Council that Drakor would strike at them one day. She had also told them of the Silver Morpher, the power it held and its apparent invulnerability. Weihan had kept the Council up to date with his findings – his last report had just been the day before – and had told them of a dire threat…but there had been no mention of Dryken. Ninjor sighed softly to himself. It seemed that his protégé still bottled information inside himself. He turned to the Ranger next to him and spoke, his voice low.

“Weihan, do not worry about it. We will discuss that later – not now. Now, look up ahead, for we are nearing the High Council Chambers!”

Weihan forced back his thoughts, looked up and bit back the tears that suddenly welled up in his eyes at the sight. The Hight Council Chambers were designed exactly like the Command Centre had been. The same Command Centre that he had seen destroyed at the hands of the then-evil Divatox. From its curved, slanting walls to the cylinder in the centre – it was the Command Centre he had grown up in. The designs on the outside were eerily reminiscent of the ruins on Phaedos, Aquitar and Edenoi. The only difference was the archway in the middle of the cylinder. Humanoids and aliens of all shape, size and description entered and exited the Chambers – either talking excitedly or staring at the outside designs. As he walked closer, Weihan felt the same buzzing in his head – this time it was stronger. He stopped and closed his eyes in pain. This time, the words were clearer, although some words were still lost.

“You need to come quickly! I am on Eltare, fighting the final battle. The…final Past Battle! Drakor is here!”

He shook his head slightly, trying to dislodge the familiar voice. He was dimly aware of Ninjor asking him what was going on. Unconsciously, he activated his latent telepathic power – and tried to communicate with whoever was sending him the message. All he got was mental static. Whoever it was, it seemed, had only enough mental concentration and power for a one-way message – or was locked in an Astral battle. He had a very good idea of who it was, but he needed to talk to the Council about it first. Luckily, one of the members was poking him in the side – hard. He closed his eyes briefly – willing away his cloudy vision – and then focused on Ninjor. His voice was trembling slightly as he spoke.

“I think I know what just happened, but I’m not sure of it. I think it was a…mental distress call or something. Something about the final “Past Battle”, I think.”

Ninjor shook his head in disbelief, but held onto his elbow – guiding him inside the High Council Chambers. Weihan’s eyes widened as he drank in the insides. The walls were different colours with different symbols etched into them. Everywhere he looked were tributes to the various Rangers across time and space. On one wall was the image of a green Dragon, on another was the dog’s head badge of SPD and on the door leading into the Main Chamber was his Utahraptor symbol. Even the floor was highly detailed with images of Ranger helmets. It was very disconcerting to Weihan – he felt as if he was stepping on the faces of his friends and predecessors. So engrossed with his surroundings was he, that he didn’t hear his Morpher bleep out a muted tone. Ninjor heard it, though and nudged Weihan, forcing him to tear his eyes away from the Ranger mural on the ceiling. The Orange Ranger nodded mutely to Ninjor and brought up his left wrist, tapping a few buttons. Immediately, the voice of the chief strategist – DrMordecai sprang forth, the deep voice holding just a slight trace of fear.

“LR, we got a huge problem comin’ up. It involves the new kids. I’m beamin’ you the map data now. Frizz has also detected half a dozen ‘portation beams leavin’ this rock. All of the techs have gone off the base due to some major battle on Konu. Right, transfer’s done. I gotta tell you, it looks nasty.”

The transmission clicked off, just as the holo-map sprang to life. On it, Weihan could see the red rocks of Hadaes, the black and gold ore deposits, the strange purple buildings of the Sha’Kahr and their own base. He saw Ninjor raise an eyebrow as he saw the fortified base, prompting Weihan to stifle a laugh. He knew that the base seemed over-fortified with 70 percent Heavy Turrets, but it served an effective deterrent against some of the…rogue factions and the bandits. He could see salvagers come out from one of the garages, racing to scoop up the wrecks of various Mekas – for ore, fuel or weapons. His heart suddenly leapt in his throat as he saw the metallic patchwork soldiers and the two monsters. He knew this was Drakor’s first attempt at destroying the Rangers – once their Commander had left. He hit various keys as he scrolled through the large amount of information that he was receiving from the “Patchers”. He smiled to himself. He didn’t know where the name had come from, but it seemed apt. His smile turned into a frown as he saw what the chemical analysis had come back with.

He swore out loud, not noticing the curious and shocked glances, and then patched himself into the Command Station. At first, he saw nothing but static – making him fear the worst, but the static cleared to show his three Rangers. He was aware of Ninjor looking at the figures on the screen, but he didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, he spoke in a commanding, but troubled voice, his eyes looking into Ronny’s.

“Rangers, according to my readouts, the foot soldiers are made up of the same metal as the Quantrons. Your weapons should be able to take care of them. As for the monsters…I’ve never seen them before – so be careful. You can call me if things get out of hand. Good luck Rangers.”

Ninjor stepped into their view and spoke to them. He knew he would be hit for this, but it seemed like a good thing to say – some encouragement for the new Rangers on the block. He just hoped he was choosing the right spot to defend against Weihan’s blow.

“And may the Power protect you! OW!”

The blow struck home on his upper arm – not his left side, where he had his arm. Weihan rolled his eyes at Ronny’s giggle and cut off the communication link, glaring at Ninjor. The ancient warrior rubbed the sore spot gingerly. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled sheepishly – wondering what else Weihan would say to him. Not that he couldn’t “morph” and hold his own, he didn’t want to do it within the Council Chambers if he had to. Morphing would also mean that he would be back inside his restrictive armour again – but he had his “Ranger” and Battle modes to call upon. On the other hand, Weihan had a slew of other Powers to call upon – Powers that weren’t powered by his Ultra Crystal. A positive side-effect of being on Eltare was the fact that his Ultra Crystal was now recharging faster than on Hadaes. It was still painfully slow – if he wanted his crystal to be full, he had to be on Eltare for about 150 years. 150 years was better than having to wait 500 years – but not by much. As they walked towards the heavily guarded VIP suites, Weihan’s eyes flicked to the centrepiece statue. His breath caught in his throat as he stared.

It was a finely detailed statue depicting Zordon and the Universe’s first ever Power Rangers. With some degree of amusement, Weihan noted that the Rangers were using the Dino Powers…and that the Green Ranger was with them. The Rangers were posed in battle ready stances – with their weapons held high – while Zordon stood in the middle, holding a sword that looked similar to Saba. The ancient sage was clad in his ancient Eltarean armour and fixed all who gazed upon him with a steely stare. As Weihan looked closer, he saw that the Zordon statue was more worn than the Rangers were – a sign that the statue had been placed there much earlier. Weihan knew that the sword Zordon held was Dorzon – Zordon’s father who had been transformed by Rita. When the Light Thunder powers had been destroyed, Dorzon’s soul had gone into the Grid – something that had saddened Zordon greatly. Ninjor caught him looking at the statue and squeezed his shoulder slightly. Of course, Weihan had made peace with Andros after a long series of talks. He understood what needed to happen for evil to be stopped. He had even played psychiatrist to the Red Space Ranger after the debacle with the Psycho Rangers. He had finally convinced the stubborn Ranger that Zordon’s sacrifice wasn’t in vain – that evil would continue to exist as long as there was good.

Finally, they reached the VIP suites. Weihan had insisted that he could store his belongings in his subspace pocket – but the Council had insisted that he stay in the building. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand why. The talks were just going to last about thirty minutes anyway – but he knew that that was the average. He mentally braced himself for the backlash that would inevitably occur once the Council found out about the theft. Suddenly, Ninjor spoke – his jovial voice holding a slightly serious undertone.

“One thing you should be aware of. Since your last visit, Zedd has…come out.”

Weihan furrowed his brow in confusion. Come out as what? Tommy had already told him a while ago that Lord Zedd was gay – but he guessed he hadn’t called Ninjor in a while. He decided to let Ninjor continue on – it wouldn’t hurt to have a bit of fun before the Council meeting. He felt his Crystal vibrate slightly – a tell tale sign that the Powers had been called upon. He sighed to himself and prayed for his Rangers – before turning to the ninja warrior and raising an eyebrow.

“Come out? Come out as what exactly?”

It was a rare treat for him – to see the normally straightforward Ninja master turn awkward. He went through about fifteen false starts before be cleared his throat and decided to bite the bullet. He spoke in a low voice – he didn’t know how Weihan would react to the news.

“Zedd…is homosexual.”

He had expected a lot of reactions to come from the Orange Ranger. Shock, disbelief – even hysterical laughter. Instead, he saw nothing except amusement. Ninjor was stunned to know that Weihan knew. Zedd had only told to Council a few weeks ago, but the Ranger was acting as if he had known for a long time. Ninjor could only stand aside – shaking his head in astonishment as Weihan opened the door to his room, flung his bag in unceremoniously and closed the door again. Weihan looked at Ninjor – finally deciding to take pity on the warrior. He snickered once – feeling his Crystal vibrate again – before lightly punching the master on the upper arm.

“Tommy told me a few years ago. I don’t know how he knew and I don’t want to know.”

Ninjor openly gaped and shook his head a few times – as if to clear out the mess in his head. Weihan knew that Zedd was gay – and he had allowed him to act awkwardly. With a mock growl, the armoured Ninja jumped onto Weihan – but was a second too slow. The Ranger had leapt to one side and side-kicked Ninjor in the back. The Ninja master fell to the floor with a thump and raised his head weakly. He started to say something – but stopped and shook his head. He stood up and hit Weihan on the back of the head lightly, causing him to slightly stumble. Before he could do anything else – his Morpher bleeped again. Weihan frowned slightly – wondering what could be the problem, but he had said to call him if things went haywire. He tapped a button to open the holo-screen – and was greeted with Ronny’s sweat drenched face. Ronny opened her mouth, closed it and opened it again – her voice hoarse with fatigue.

“Wei – I’m sorry to bother you again. The Patchers are destroyed but the monsters are a pain in the butt!”

Weihan opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off from a playful glare by Ronny. She knew what he had been thinking of – and she shot him a pointed glare. He inhaled sharply – realising what would be an effective solution to the current monster crisis. He nodded quickly, although his mind didn’t want to leave the blissful memories of last night. Behind him, Ninjor pulled out his own communicator – a flat disc emblazoned with his “N” – and started speaking into it. It was clear that he would have to wrap up the conversation soon – he would have to get ready to meet the Council after all. His fingers flew across his keypad and he transmitted the information he had gathered through the subspace comm. link. Ronny’s eyes flicked over the information and she smiled. Her voice was full of relief.

“Thanks, love. I’ve just sent you some interesting data from Kat just then. She put on quite the light show. Hope to hear from you soon about it! Ronny out.”

The transmission winked out of existence – but was replaced with something more intriguing. On the holo-screen was a movie of Kat fighting the Patchers – without her War Wheel. He carefully watched the images, wondering what he would see. Suddenly, he saw Kat seemingly charge her arms and legs with Power – allowing her to strike devastating blows. His eyes widened as he processed what was happening. Like Conner, the Rangers were accessing more and more of their powers then before. He didn’t know if there would be any similar power up to the “Super Dino Mode” – but he was counting on it. He felt the energy around him shift as he changed his clothes into the TinyWarz Battle Commander uniform. It wasn’t a drastic change from what he usually wore, but the jacket was now more armoured and he sported a Blade Blaster on his right hip. He readied himself for the meeting that lay ahead of him…he felt nervous, but he knew it wasn’t due to the Council Meeting. It was something else…something more elusive…something darker. He shook off the feeling and turning to a still-recovering Ninjor. He threw him a small grin.

“Ready?”

Ninjor nodded once and walked him towards the Main Chamber. Along the way, he spied various beings looking at him and his uniform in shock and respect. Frizz had done a lot to spread word that the TW Battle Group was there to protect everyone – not just those who could pay for it. In a way, it was very similar to what the Silver Guardians of Silver Hills had become – a protection force for everyone. Weihan had joked to Frizz that the Battle Group were akin to Power Rangers in their own right – they protected their own, they had cool weapons and they rode around in huge machines. Frizz had rolled his eye and shook his brain. Frizz knew there was a difference – but now with Drakor released…he let that thought trail off with a small shudder. He had to act. The High Council had to be informed of the re-emergence of the Fearcats, Dryken and the theft of the Silver Morpher. That last part alone was enough to make him cringe. The fight was his now, but the Council had to be informed. The doors swung inwards and he and Ninjor walked into the Main Chamber.

Weihan stopped at the doorway and looked around in awe. For all rights and purposes – it was an enormous room with lots of empty space. In the middle of the room was a long, curved platform – the middle of the room was a long, curved table – the centre holding a very familiar warp tube. On both sides of the tube were three high backed, leather chairs – where the High Council sat, patiently waiting for him. He sensed Ninjor hurrying to his seat – trying to look pompous and dignified, something in which he failed miserably at. For his part, Weihan was looking straight at the table that held the grim faces of the Councillors – two of which were holograms. He silently swept his gaze over the seven members of the High Council – a hologram of Dulcea, Ninjor, the transformed Master Vile – or Master Leiv, Dimitria in her warp tube, the now-human Lord Zedd, the hologram of the Mystic Mother aka Rita and the former space pirate Divatox. Steeling himself, Weihan took in a deep breath and stepped forward, where Dimitria addressed him.

“Weihan, while it is good to see you – you have things to tell us?”

Weihan inwardly groaned – he had hoped that Dimitria’s habit of continually asking questions had been broken after the second generation of Turbo Rangers – but he nodded once. He wasn’t sure where to start – a damn lot had happened since his last report the previous day. Dryken had been released a week prior, but he hadn’t told the Council – a move he was now regretting. They knew about the return of the Fearcats and pretty much everything that had happened, but the main issue would be the theft of the Silver Morpher. As he opened his mouth to speak, Zedd noticed the item on his left wrist – his eyes widening slightly. When he spoke, his voice was trembling with a mix of anticipation, fear and wonder.

“Wei…is that…on your wrist? Is that a Morpher?”

Weihan nodded once – sending the reformed villain into a frenzy. Zedd got up out of his seat and rushed to examine the Morpher closer, jerking his arm up to the light. Leiv also got up from his seat, walked towards Wei and nodded to his Morpher. The Ranger grinned and – with some degree of difficulty – managed to unlatch the TW Tracker from his wrist. It was no easy feat considering Zedd’s death grip on his arm. The Tracker had no sooner left his wrist when it sent out a muted red flash and vibrated once, closely followed by two more flashes – yellow and a blackish-purple respectively. Zedd nearly dropped the Tracker – but sent Wei a curious glance. He nodded back – signalling that it was safe to look at and sighed inwardly. The Rangers had summoned their Zords – not the battle vehicles, but the Zords. He hoped that the battle would go over smoothly – and that the Megazord protocols actually clicked into place like they were supposed to. He was aware that he needed to address the remaining Council Members and took in a deep breath.

“The situation on Hadaes has been escalated dramatically. An enemy thought to be long gone has resurfaced. I am talking about Dryken. The mutant that I thought was destroyed apparently used a clone to fake his own destruction. He revealed himself about a week ago, but that is not why I am here.”

From her position inside her warp tube, Dimitria studied the young Ranger’s face. She knew that Weihan wouldn’t have hidden that information from the Council – but then again, he felt that Dryken was his responsibility. From her numerous talks with the reformed Lord Zedd, he had told her many things about his earlier days in Evil – including an incident that stood out firmly in her mind. He had trusted her not to speak of this information, but now it seemed that it would be beneficial to Weihan’s knowledge. She could also sense that something else was bothering him – something that was broadcasting loudly through his normally shielded telepathic channels. Whatever it was, he would have to tell the Council of it later. She looked at the former Emperor of Evil – silently pleading him to allow her to share his information concerning Dryken. Zedd glanced up at her gaze and inwardly cringed. He knew how Dryken came to be – and he also knew who the man behind the mask was as well. Under the pretence of examining the Morpher’s structure, he began remembering information that he had almost forgotten.

**Flashback**

Lord Zedd stared at the new monster in front of him. He really didn’t know what had come over him – to transform the human into a beast had not been his intent. He actually wanted to demonstrate a small amount of his power – to have him as his servant while being totally aware of his actions – but apparently he hadn’t worked out all the kinks in his staff yet. He circled the beast warily – noticing that the human’s mask had become fused with the flesh of his face. Not only that – but it seemed that his magic had taken it upon itself to transform pretty much all of his DNA into some…mutant alligator hybrid. Truthfully, it gave the Emperor the creeps thinking about the sciences that were involved. Well, that and it wasn’t his forte. If he could have pursed his lips, he would have – but the metallic grate couldn’t really move that much. He clucked his tongue and shook in head as he looked at the changed that he had unwittingly wrought.

The man would never be a human again. That much was certain. Delving deeply into its skin cells, he saw that there was only 15 percent of the original DNA left. He noticed the muscles bulging under the pebbled skin – as if the beast wanted to rip his head off – but he knew that was impossible. His original intent was still there – to have the being under his control – no matter if the magic had morphed the flesh underneath. He did have a desire to find out what the former human knew – both about him and about the future…whatever it may be. He had to act fast though – the spell would seal off his memory in three hours, but during that time he would learn what the future held in store for him. He paused and motioned the beast to take a step forward. It did so, tottering unsteadily at first – before apparently balancing itself out. The dictator eyed the beast warily before finally noticing the tail protruding from its backside. If he didn’t think it would be inappropriate to do so, Lord Zedd would have laughed out loud. Finally, he spoke to the creature – in a surprisingly steady voice.

“Who are you and what is your name?”

Zedd was aware that both of those questions meant the same thing – but it was the first thing that had slipped out of his “mouth”. He glared at the hybrid mutant – and when it finally spoke, its voice was raspy but deep – not the harsh and grating sound as the Dark Lord would have expected.

“My name was Thomas Oliver – clone of the White Ranger, but now my name is Dryken, Warrior Mage and under the command of my Lord, Lord Zedd”

Zedd was stunned. White Ranger Clone? Who was the White Ranger? What was the White Ranger and why would anyone in their right mind clone him? No matter which side you were on – it was known that clones had a very limited life span and broke down in a matter of days. He also saw that there was an aura of magic around him. This intrigued the fleshman, causing him to ask the question that would turn his world upside down.

“Where are you from? Who cloned you?”

Dryken cocked his head – trying to grab onto the memories before they were lost forever. He knew that he could not tell the fleshman in front of him the entire truth – but he was spellbound to. In the deepest recesses of Dryken’s mind, the part that was still Thomas Oliver screamed in protest – but quietened once he found no alternative. After what seemed like eternity, he found an answer that was the complete truth. He opened his mouth – now a long snout and spoke aloud, his voice echoing.

“I was cloned in the late spring of the year 1994 in Angel Grove – on a planet known as Earth. I was cloned by the would be rulers of that time – yourself and Rita Repulsa – as what they though was an effective way to get rid of the White Ranger – Tommy Oliver. To bring me into being, they enlisted the help of the Wizard of Deception, who cloned me and sent five of the Rangers into their past – which by my standards was approximately eight years ago.”

Zedd was floored. The future? Earth? The Wizard of Deception? None of it made sense – let alone the fact that he would be working with Rita Repulsa of all people. Last he had heard, Rita was still in that infernal dumpster of hers. He shook his head once – trying to banish the thoughts, emotions and – most importantly – the doubt from his mind. he turned to the beast once again and asked him who was the Primary Target on Earth. As he said the words “Primary Target”, he rolled his eyes – cursing the stupidity of the words. However – the answer that he received shook him for the second time in ten minutes.

“The Primary Target on Earth are the legendary Ultra Crystals. The Secondary Target is Zordon and the Coins of Power. However, due to the interference of your bother Xonix, the Secondary Target has been made into the Primary one.”

If he could have, Zedd would have squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. He had heard more than enough – but it seemed that Dryken wasn’t about to stop. He held up a hand, silencing the warrior and shook his head. If he wasn’t sure what would be damaged, he would have raked at his brain at the helplessness of his situation. He didn’t want any knowledge of the future, sure – it might be a good thing, but it would go to his head. He chewed the inside of his cheek in deep thought – before vowing to himself to forget the past fifteen minutes had never occurred.

**End Flashback**

Except, they had occurred – but Zedd was able to forget it, up until the Zordon Wave. He had wondered about the information, but had tucked it away in the back of his mind – never to be accessed. He looked up from his false examination and nodded once – both to Dimitria and to the Mystic Mother. Rita never knew about what had happened to the clone – and this information was likely to shock her. He slowly stepped away from Weihan, returned the Morpher and walked to stand next to Dimitria’s tube. He cleared his throat loudly – causing all occupants to look at him. When he spoke, his voice betrayed none of the apprehensiveness he was feeling.

“I know the identity of the monster called Dryken.”

Weihan stood straighter – he knew that what Zedd had to say was important. Any information on Dryken was important. Almost unconsciously, he strapped on his TW Tracker and nodded to Zedd – a signal to continue. Zedd swallowed – wanting to sink into a hole then and there. Weihan didn’t need to hear this – he had enough things on his plate – but this was information that could potentially help him. Zedd steeled himself for the reaction – more nervous than when he’d publicly come out – and spoke.

“Dryken is the clone of Tommy Oliver”

TBC...
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PostPosted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 12:09 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Part 2...completed after a long delay. The two parts are meant to be read together...so this part is a bit shorter.

Part 2

Weihan looked at Zedd as if he had lost his mind. His rational mind knew that what the former dictator said was the truth – but he didn’t want to accept it. For all he knew, Tommy’s clone had been left in Colonial Angel Grove to live out the rest of his life. If he had survived all these years – clone or not – wouldn’t he be more…wrinkly? The Council members were shocked and stunned – a clone of a Power Ranger turned into the Orange Ranger’s worst enemy…besides Xonix. He didn’t know what to do – besides blink stupidly. A million and one thoughts were racing through his head, none of them pleasant – but all of them important. Dryken – the creature that had drained the Operation Overdrive Rangers of most of their powers and memories – was the forgotten clone of the Greatest Ranger on Earth. He wanted to know what Zedd knew – he needed to know. His eyes flicked to where the redeemed villain stood and the man shuddered. He began to speak – outlining all of his memories of that day.

Weihan barely heard the words, a surge of guilt racing through his entire body. He knew that something was awry – soon after they had returned to the present he had felt oddly weakened and strengthened. Zordon had said that it was due to a flux in the Power Grid – but that could’ve meant anything. Thinking of that moment, he was aware that other moments like that had happened in the past – moments where he was weak, yet strong. He barely heard the shocked and surprised exclamations of the Council members as Zedd finished his explanation. There was a prolonged silence – broken only by the sound of Zedd breathing heavily. Sensing Weihan’s apprehension and doubt, the fleshman walked over to the Ranger and placed an awkward hand on his shoulder. His voice was silent – yet strained heavily.

“I want you to know, Wei, that even I thought that monster was long gone. I thought if I had been redeemed during the Wave, he would have been as well.”

Weihan continued to stare at seemingly nothing, unblinking. He heard the words and felt a pang of sympathy for the Ranger Dryken had once been – even if he was just a clone. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed the thoughts back. Whoever Dryken had once been was no concern to him – not now. If it were Tommy in his position, questions would be asked – and answers would be demanded. But forcefulness wasn’t his style – never had been. For all he knew – the clone of Tommy was dead and Dryken had twisted and warped his body. Weihan grinned wryly – that was true, but it was like saying Darth Vader had killed Anakin Skywalker. Pushing that moment of levity aside, Weihan was brought back onto the main track by a question from the Mystic Mother. Her voice was a far cry from the screeching it had once been – but held a touch of steel.

“So, if what you are saying is true – if Dryken has indeed been brought back – why are we only hearing about it now?”

Weihan cast his eyes down as embarrassment and humility coursed through him. He didn’t tell them because he didn’t want his Ranger Status stripped away from him. As silly as that may have been – being a Ranger was all he knew. In many cases, it was his entire life – even more than Tommy. If the Power was taken away from him – he knew he would still help out, even if it got him killed. As he thought of that, something came to the forefront of his mind – something that Ronny had told him. She said that when they had lost their powers, the Sentinel Knight had told Mack that if he continued to fight for what was right, he would always have power. And there was something else that the crystal had told him: that no one – Morphin Master or otherwise – could strip him of his Powers. That they were bonded to him so deeply that even in his death, they would not dissipate – but would continue to empower his spirit. That kinda freaked him out – the thought that he would become something like the Phantom Ranger, but he wouldn’t let it bother him. He squared his shoulders and looked straight into the eyes of the Inquirian mentor.

“I didn’t tell the Council because Dryken is my problem to deal with. True, there are other factors that contributed to his return, but it is mostly my problem to deal with. However, there is one issue that is massively important.”

He paused and opened his mouth to continue – but was distracted by a flash from his Morpher. Totally ignoring the Council, he lifted the device up to eye level and activated the holo-map. Instantly, he was rewarded with an external shot of the TinyZords in action. Muted gasps of surprise and shock came from the Council as they saw the three massive machines engage a mutated creature. Cursing under his breath, Wei tagged the monster and brought up whatever stats the scanners had on it. It seemed to be called C.Bee.Exe – which was an apt name – considering the jumble of parts it seemed to be made up from. He winced as the Katana took a nasty blow and tapped the representation – bringing up the Command Menu. He barely noticed Zedd coming to stand behind him as he tapped on the icons for a Power Burst and an Energy Barrier – the Katana’s image flashing briefly as the Commands were accepted. Satisfied that he didn’t have to do anything for now, he addressed the Council once more – while glancing at the battle out of the corner of his eye. His words were heavy, laced with barely suppressed anger, sorrow and fear.

“The Silver Morpher has been taken.”

All of the Council shot on their feet at that – yelling and waving wildly. Weihan sighed and applied a Power Surge to Ronny’s Zord, bringing her shields back up. He knew the Council would react like this – but he was mildly surprised that the Mystic Mother wasn’t participating in the debate. She had apparently realised that she wasn’t going to be heard and had sat down –her holographic image wavering slightly. She saw that the Orange Ranger was looking at her and gave him a small glare. He sighed and let the Council tire themselves out with their yelling over each other, stretching and rolling his shoulders – and almost hitting Zedd in the face. For some reason, he felt like something was going to happen very soon. He didn’t know what it was – just that there was a feeling of Darkness. And it was coming closer. Suddenly, a piercing shriek came over the internal speakers – causing everyone to clutch at their ears in pain. The culprit was none other than Dulcea – who was spinning her staves in order to shut the room up. The Ninjetti Guardian ceased the spinning and snapped her staff back together – glaring at the Council. The holographic image wavered slightly as she spoke – her voice radiating disapproval.

“Yes, the Morpher has been stolen. I have felt it through the Morphin Grid. It has been lost to evil – but not to Drakor. It is in the hands of someone who has his or her own agenda.”

Weihan swore to himself. He had a strong idea of who the person was – but he didn’t have any evidence to back up his claims. He was about to say as much – when he heard a faint sound coming from his Morpher. Lifting up the device once more, he tapped a button – re-opening up the communication link. Ronny’s voice burst out through the speakers, her desperation evident.

“Weihan – we’ve got a problem. We’re up against a giant monster and we’ve exhausted all options. What can I do?”

The Orange Ranger smiled and tapped the visual link. He knew what had to be done – the mutation had already decimated a fair amount of their base’s external defences. He took in a deep breath and spoke to his lover’s helmeted face.

“Push the Red Button. For Simon and Kat tell them to pull their colour coded levers. Then – you will know what to do. The High Council and I will be keeping track of your battle. Be careful. Be safe.”

He couldn’t see her reaction, but he could imagine it was one of love. He closed off the transmission, but the communication link kept flashing. Furrowing his brow, he opened up the link once more – ignoring the murmurs from the Council as they processed what was happening. After a short burst of static, Weihan was surprised to see Frizz’s tank – the Supreme Commander’s brain pulsating wildly. He saw Zedd raising an eyebrow at the sight, but said nothing. The Ranger nodded at his former Superior, motioning for him to speak, but he noticed that the message seemed to be recorded – as if Frizz didn’t know if it would be heard. That was impossible though – he had spoken to Ronny just then and told her what to do. His carried a heavy note of fear and a sense of urgency.

“LordRex, DrMordecai informed you of the teleportation beams we detected right? Well, Sat’s done a scan of their path…and they’re headed to Eltare. But that’s only five of the beams. We’ve got no intel on where the last beam’s going – but it looks like it was headed for Earth. I tell you, get off that rock LR! Radar scanners scanned to beams headed to Eltare and there’re three powerful beings…with two groups of twelve lumped together…seems like a small invasion force or something.”

Weihan swore under his breath again – the same time as Ninjor. Rita cocked an eyebrow at their language, but said nothing. She was thinking of the Silver Morpher…and the energy it possessed. She knew Weihan wouldn’t have let it been taken voluntarily, but he had always kept it on his person somewhere – unless he had taken it out momentarily. Ranger or not, she knew that even the most hard-willed people were sometimes susceptible to the dark lures of Evil. Or maybe it was something totally innocent – she didn’t know, but she knew that she had to talk to Dulcea in depth to know what the Ninjetti Guardian knew. Master Leiv eyed his daughter warily. She was up to something – he knew, but if it was to the benefit of the High Council, he wouldn’t interfere. He thought about what the brain had said – the force consisted of three powerful forms and twenty-four smaller forms. That would mean three generals and a group of grunts, but surely they wouldn’t be so bold to attack Eltare head on. The security around the Council Chambers would be enough of a deterrent. He continued to listen to what else had to be said – with a growing sense of fear.

“LR, I gotta say something. We did a few scans of the fifth signature and compared it to that beast the Rangers were fighting earlier. The big crocodile beast thing, you know what I’m saying. The signatures matched. Now, the Rangers are battling that creature right outside the blast doors, so they can’t help you. Konu’s taking a pounding from the Bandits – so the Battle Group can’t help you either. We can’t help Earth or even warn it – one of the wayward blasts from the Bee thing wiped out all interspace communication – but it didn’t fry those links you whipped up. I don’t know what’s headed your way or if you’ll even get this – but be careful. I don’t know if I can say this to you or not, but…uh…may the Power protect you.”

Frizz’s image fizzled out – leaving the Council to digest the information. Weihan sagged under the weight of the information and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a deep sense of darkness and evil emanating from the upper atmosphere of the planet and realised that the High Council was under attack. He sucked in a breath and faced Dimitria. He would get a message of victory out to his Rangers no matter what happened. He silently sent out a message to Ronny – telling her to be safe – before sighing heavily. He knew Ronny had psychic ability that borderlined on non-existent, but then again they had a connection to each other. He silently shrugged off Zedd’s concerned grip and gave out instructions to the Council. In the distance, he could hear the first muted explosions as the attack began. He held up his Morpher once again and spoke into it – recording a message to send to the Rangers.

“Guys, you have survived your first battle. I am proud to officially grant you the title of Power Rangers. The High Council would also like to convey their pride.”

He slowly swung his Morpher around to the assembled Council members, before abruptly switching off the recording and sending it. The prideful comments from the Council wouldn’t do much to the Rangers – it would just make them celebrate more. It certainly wouldn’t teach them anything. He explained this to the Council…and was met with the raucous laughter of all the reformed villains and Dimitria. Dulcea looked amused, but she hadn’t started laughing, merely distracted and concentrating on something else. Weihan knew that she was tracking the progress of whatever had landed on the planet. He left her to her tracking and concentrated on silencing the laughter. Zedd was the first to recover – his voice filled with an extreme amount of mirth.

“Oh that was rich. Imagine that – the second Greatest Ranger ever preaching to us that prideful speech doesn’t teach anyone anything.”

Weihan rolled his eyes as the assembled villains quietened. He could hear the explosions clearer now – the entire Council could. He swallowed and slowly turned to face the door, taking slow and deliberate steps backward. He could hear yells, screams and familiar laughter from outside. A loud crashing sound – that meant that the statue of Zordon had been tipped over. More laughter and laser blasts – the security were losing pretty badly…even though they were on par with Power Rangers, Eltarean training wasn’t the best in the galaxy. Weihan swallowed hard and tensed up – ready to take on anything that came through the doors, a quick check around him told him that the other Council members were gearing up for battle as well.

The doors disappeared in a massive explosion…and the room was plunged into blackness.

TBC…
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PostPosted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 4:53 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Good story but...

"Jeez, I could go on and on and provide clear, detailed examples, but I won't...probably because it would rival the length of your story "

Sound familiar? Laughing
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PostPosted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 11:33 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Battalia wrote:
Good story but...

"Jeez, I could go on and on and provide clear, detailed examples, but I won't...probably because it would rival the length of your story "

Sound familiar? Laughing


well...the Power Rangers parts are for fans of the series who know who I'm talking about...but I can't cut out those parts because they're intertwined...but it'll get better after this
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PostPosted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 11:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I wanna be a kirby power ranger! >.< take that and taht!

or a scout in a juggler or wolfhound ^.^

edit: liked this one even more than the konu one give it.... 23/15 ^.^ which means i like it very very very very very much
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PostPosted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 3:39 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Disclaimer: Tinywarz/Dropshock is not mine. Power Rangers is not mine. Jacqui Apple is a humanised Applejack and Applejack is property of Hasbro. I own everything else not recognised.

A/N: 3 years later and there’s an update! Finally…

Chapter 15 – Warrior of Honour

The door blew in, sending chunks of reinforced steel flying. The council ducked instinctively, though the metal posed no threat to Dimitria, Dulcea or Rita. Weihan ducked, narrowly avoiding a falling beam, terminating the recording and readied his TW Tracker for morphing. Through the smoke and haze, he saw two figures approaching. They were both misshapen figures; humanoid - he could see that much – but grossly deformed.

The tallest figure had a strangely expressionless face – with an exposed brain and three eyes joined at the centre. It was wearing what could only have been described as Sha'Kahr armour and it held a fearsome broadsword in one tightly clenched fist. Atop its head, its brain pulsed with each step it took on its mechanical legs, which made the ground lightly tremble. As it drew closer, Ninjor shuddered at the look in its eyes - a glare that radiated open hatred and hostility to the High Council.

The other figure was shorter, but no less threatening. Powerful muscles rippled under its pebbled skin as it flexed its four arms. Held in each of its fists were four wickedly sharp short swords, the blades glistening with fresh blood. A predatory grin stretched its relatively normal face - revealing rows and rows of needle sharp teeth. Wei saw that it only wore a silver breastplate for protection – almost as if it was sure of victory. On top of its head was a halo of horns. The taller one seemed to grin – although its mouth never moved and "spoke" - a powerful telepathic voice ringing in their heads.

"Greetings, I am Drakor - Sha'Kahr Overlord. This is my loyal lieutenant, Spurex."

Weihan stared in shock. The mysterious Drakor and his henchman unveiled at last. Behind them, he could see the twin forms of the Fearcats plus strange metallic soldiers. He guessed those were the Patchers that Ronny and the others had just fought. Around him, the other members of the Council were preparing themselves for battle; readying spells and drawing their weapons. He noted with some amusement that the transmissions of Dulcea and Mystic Mother had vanished but he didn’t dwell on that thought for long.

“This is the High Council room? I have not set foot in it for many years but Zordon would not allow me to even come close to the outskirts. How the mighty have fallen.”

Weihan growled under his breath and slowly stood up. He wished he could summon his Ultra Ranger armour or even his Raptor Sabre, but with his crystal almost drained; it was a fool’s hope. As Drakor swung his glassy eyes on him, he prepared himself.

“Drakor. You should not be here. You should have asked Xonix what happens to those who cross the Ultra Rangers.”

“Really, Ranger? What about you? You are here and not on Earth. Who is there to protect those you have left behind? Who is there to protect the Apple of your eye?”

Weihan creased his brow as he tried to make sense of Drakor’s words. The Apple of his eye and there had been a slight emphasis placed on the word apple. The idiom meant someone that was cherished above all others but at this moment that would be Ronny and she wasn’t on Earth. As his brain flicked through all the people in his life, his eyes widened as it struck him.

Jacqui Apple.

The news reporter who had been by his side for most of his first campaign against Xonix. The one who he had urged to leave right before the final battle. The one who he had confessed his love to and the one who was living in San Angeles and had covered a few of the Overdrive Rangers’ battles. He knew she wasn’t married but was in a committed relationship with another man. He felt his blood boil and balled his fists with anger. With barely contained rage in his voice, he pointed at Drakor.

“I’m going to defeat you here and then I will go to Earth and personally decimate your monster. Tinywarz, Accelerate!”

Pressing two fingers on the activation button, the flywheel cover irised open and the wheel began to spin rapidly. In a flash of light, Weihan was morphed into his TW Ranger armour. As the information on his visor began to pour into his brain, he took a few moments to look at his costume. He was clad in a solid orange bodysuit with the only other colour being his red streaked gloves and boots and the black belt that encircled his waist. Glancing at his visor, he noted with some amusement that his helmet bore a striking resemblance to the Utahraptor, but it looked more wolfish. Glancing down at his chest and a small smile formed on his face. A vest of armour extremely similar to the Defender Vest covered the upper portion of his chest. The usual compass symbol was overlaid with the flaming V of the Tinywarz Rangers and something nagged at Weihan’s mind. Dismissing it, he settled into an offensive stance

“Warrior of Honour – Orange Ranger!”

The battle for the control of Eltare had begun. There would be no turning back now.

TBC…
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PostPosted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 7:07 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

how do u write that much :O
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PostPosted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 8:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

maXDooom wrote:
how do u write that much :O


http://www.fanfiction.net/u/499195/Megazord_Master

That's how much I write. Lots of free time and a hyperactive as fuck imagination
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PostPosted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 4:43 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Season One? Is this a Sit-Com?
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PostPosted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:39 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hey, guess what finally got updated?

AN: I had to write this chapter after that line in the most recent Ultra Crystals chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 16 – Mists of the Past

Drakor laughed at the scene in front of him.

Blastsaur was the best creature he had found on Onyx that seemed to be suited for the challenge. He wondered exactly who this Jacqui Apple was and why she was so important to the Orange Ranger. There was so much about this strange new world that was unfamiliar to him yet the stance in front of him triggered a memory of his containment. He had seen a similar stance to this before the power had ripped into his body and he had found himself in a place of swirling darkness. He knew the chances of the two Rangers being one and the same was infinitesimally small and would only be possible if there was a rip in time and space…which was impossible. He could see Spurex had started attacking the blue-armoured warrior and the other members of the High Council were…well, he wasn't one to use human slang but he would say they were 'scared shitless'.

"A fourth Ranger will not make a difference. You will fall as easily as she will!"

Behind his helmet, Weihan snarled at the monster in front of him. While Drakor wasn't as physically intimidating as Xonix's many forms or even the final form of the ponified Zedd; there was a wave of oppressing power that radiated from the Sha'Kahr Overlord that made him slightly unnerved. For the first time, he wouldn't be going up against an Evil with the almighty power of his Ultra Crystal to back him up and couldn't change armour modes in the heat of battle. He was just glad he had decided to recreate the Crocodile Sai for his Tinywarz Power…then again; the powers were powered by his Ultra Crystal. Still, he had to hold out on not pulling them out just yet. He wanted the moment to be just right and he would surprise the would-be conqueror. Still, he had to stay calm and in control of the situation. Forcing his voice to stay calm and upbeat, he spoke.

"Drakor, there's two things you need to learn about Rangers. One: we're not so easily defeated. We rise up from our lowest point, stronger than before. We learn about our opponents and develop strategies for them individually. If there's evil in the Universe, the Rangers will defeat it."

He certainly hoped he sounded as confident as he normally was. Not one was there the wave of power coming from Drakor; he could swear there was another Ranger nearby. He blinked in surprise as a tendril of green energy drifted in front of his face and he had to hold himself back to keep from shouting in shock. Alex wasn't supposed to be on Eltare. As far as he knew, his friend was on his thirtieth try to win back Rachel from Matt and was steadily gaining ground…well, according to his last conversation with her. Without dropping his hands from their offensive position, he switched on the HUD radar and scanned the battlefield for the location of the energy. The Fearcats were ordering around the patchwork grunts and Ninjor was getting his ass kicked by the four-armed fighter. Master Vile and Zedd were flinging spell bolts at the grunts and were reducing most of them to scrap. Divatox was nowhere to be seen, but he could hear her barking out orders from one of the side halls.

Keeping an eye on Drakor as the Overlord tried to figure out the meaning of his words, his eyes widened in surprise as the scanners detected a very slight fluctuation of the time/space continuum directly behind Drakor. There was more greenish energy coming from it and, if he squinted hard enough, he could just make out the form of the Green/Black Ultra Ranger. However, the image of the Ranger he could see was much younger than the man he knew and he wondered when this had happened in the past. Stretching out his own energy, he felt the energy fields meet for the briefest of moments before Drakor 'spoke' again.

"Big talk for a pathetic insect. What is the second thing?"

He could see an image in his mind's eye. The younger Ranger was on a ship of some kind and had just tapped into an extraordinary amount of power to destroy the flagship of the Inquiran Pirates. That didn't make sense; the Inquiran Pirates had been wiped out in a battle a couple of years ago…but he guessed anything was possible for the Rangers. It was what Tommy and Kim always said in every single strange situation that seemed to crop up. He wondered what Alex would say if he questioned him on it and wondered if he would even remember the event in question. Blinking back to reality as the presence vanished; he smirked under his helmet and prepared to throw himself into battle.

"No matter how strong you are; how tough the monster; how demoralising the blow to our ranks…we will never give up."

TBC…
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PostPosted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:19 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Just a head's up. I'm currently rewriting some of this so it aligns more with my wider Ultra Crystals universe. The rewritten version is on my fanfiction.net account but I will keep the earlier V1 chapters here for history's sake.
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PostPosted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 9:46 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hello update after a long while...
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AN: And we have an update roughly a year after the last one. You need to have read the Yellow Pain chapter of Ultra Crystals: Gaiden to understand this chapter.

Chapter 17 – Resolved Mystery

He could have kicked himself.

That line was, quite possibly, one of the cheesiest he had ever uttered in his long history as a Ranger. Even his threats against Xonix, Discord or Lidars weren’t that bad; though he guessed he had the benefit of hindsight on those final battles. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the monster still battling the more active fighters on the Council Guard. A few of the moves by one of the fighters made him pause slightly and furrow his brow in thought before he shook himself out of his slight daze. It was much better to deal with Drakor now and worry about it later than be consumed with ten trillion ideas and bursts of speculation at once. There was also less chance of him being skewered by that broadsword as well. Wishing he could call on his Raptor Sabre, he settled for a defensive stance that would allow him to quickly attack from a place of protection.

“Really, a stance from a world more backwater than Earth? I expected more from a Champion of Zordon.”

He blocked out all the sound from the fights around him and waited for the Sha’Kahr warlord to make the first move. The tiny, guttering flame of his full Ultra Powers was burning brightly inside him but he couldn’t dip his fingers into that well yet as it would more than likely flicker out. Of course, the Power itself wouldn’t die; it would just be sent into a ‘holding pattern’ of sorts until it could be recharged – either at the source or over the thousands of years. Or maybe there was another option, he wasn’t so sure about that. It would be certainly something to think about seeing as, voices or not, he didn’t seem like he was journeying into the past anytime soon. That thought produced another twinge of strange familiarity in the back of his mind, one he had to brush away quickly in time with his dodge of Drakor’s blade. As the polished metal came down once more, he raised his arms to block the blade, hoping he didn’t end up literally disarmed. Luckily, the woven armour in his gloves was able to deflect and dissipate the majority of the impact – so much so that the blade almost bounced off. Pushing the surprised warlord away, he wondered exactly how high he had dialled up the Power settings on the construction case.

“Impressive, it seems I underestimated the powers of a fully-powered Ranger. Wait, you aren’t fully powered, are you? I have done my research and have seen footage of your battles both on Earth and on Huran.”

Weihan shook his head violently, not noticing the Council Guard turn his helmeted head to look at them. The reptilian creature was being slowly beaten back, the Fearcats and the grunts were shooting up everything merrily and the four-armed warrior had retreated under a final barrage of magical bolts from the spell-casters. The warlord didn’t seem to mind that his forces were being defeated fairly easily, a thought that unnerved him somewhat. The other thing that unnerved him was that Drakor had watched records of his past battles with Xonix, Psychogre and Lidars. He had seen everything and knew exactly what he was capable of. Then again, he wasn’t really fighting on the same level anymore. His Ultra Crystal was generating the power for the Rangers and the base, he had left the Ranger Sentinels to look after Earth after his fight alongside the Overdrive Rangers, he was using new and never-tested powers against an evil warlord and…he had other powers that didn’t really run on the Ultra Grid. That small fact at the end was his trump card in the current battle; if Drakor wasn’t smart enough to leave of his own volition; well, he would have to finally bust out the Giant Squid for something other than the Firestorm Megazord.

The two warriors circled each other, oblivious to the chaos that was quietening around them as Drakor’s minions fled or were defeated. Weihan thought he heard one of the Fearcats cry out in pain before being swallowed up in a teleportation beam but he couldn’t be sure. For all he knew, the Rangers had decided to disobey his orders and come to Eltare to back him up. If he wanted to be honest with himself, that was the kind of reckless behaviour he would expect from Simon; though the Yellow Ranger was behaving himself since learning of his experiences. A faint memory drifted through his mind of sitting in the Ultra Cavern with Jason, talking about his problems with Emily and discussing names for his future kids. Tightening his fingers into a fist, he dismissed the idea as Jason had said nothing about Emily and what had happened after he had stumbled into an anomaly in London. Well, stranger things had happened to the former Red Ranger than being chased by a living version of his Zord.

The first attack came out of left field, sparks flying as the blade raked over the front of his armour. The blow sent him staggering back but he kept himself upright and countered with an attack of his own. The double fisted blow he had learnt, what seemed like a lifetime ago, on Huran struck the crystalline breastplate with a rather heavy thud, sending a small shockwave of energy into the creature. Drakor stumbled back once more, farther than the Orange Ranger had and shook his head. The pathetic insect had managed to use one of the ancient techniques but that information wouldn’t go a long way if he was to continue fighting unarmed. Psychically roaring in anger, he raised his blade and sent it crashing down hard on the right shoulder of the Ranger. A geyser of sparks flew from the locked metal and he wished he could have found a way to smile in glee. He sensed an errant telepathic thought coming from the Ranger in front of him, though it seemed to be headed in the direction of the solar system he had come from. Well, whatever had been sent would be useless to whoever was unlucky enough to receive the thought.

Drakor was aware the others had staged a temporary retreat. This was all part of the plan to capture Eltare, much like the Dark Spectre had once done. Of course, if what he had read was correct information, this had been done to capture Zordon and the Dark Spectre had vacated the planet soon after. Ultimately, this had been the wrong move as it had allowed the forces of good to rally around the current Power Rangers of the time. The Red Ranger of that team had been the one to deal the death blow to the leader of Good…something he still wasn’t able to forgive. He mentally ground his teeth together and applied more pressure to the blade pressing down on the Ranger. He chuckled wickedly as he heard the metal begin to crack and splinter under the blade, realising it wouldn’t be long now for this so-called Orange Ranger to fall. Finally, his name would be up amongst the greats of Evil once more and he would be hailed as the destroyer of the Orange Ultra Ranger.

“Fall now!”

At the bellowing mental shout of Drakor, several things happened at once. Firstly, the followers of Drakor, including the Fearcats and the monster, reappeared in the Council Chambers and began their attack anew. Zedd, Leiv and many others were caught off guard by the onslaught and struggled hard to defend themselves against the fresh wave. Although the patchwork soldiers were little more than scrap metal on the ground, their absence was not missed as powerful laser blasts cut through the air once more – one even slicing through the holographic representation of Dulcea. Secondly, to counteract the fresh attack, more and more Council Guards ran into the room from their outer posts, converting their side-arm blasters to short daggers with a flick of the wrist. Weihan could have sworn that one of the guards, the one that had possibly looked at him earlier, moved closer to his location but he had other and much more pressing things to deal with…horrible pun not intended.

The third, and slightly more disastrous, thing to happen was the armour breach of his suit. His Ranger Armour sparked a final time and vanished completely, leaving him in his TW uniform and a blade slicing into his shoulder. As the sword was roughly removed from his body, he collapsed to the ground and channelled whatever meagre power he had left inside him to heal the gash in his shoulder. The edges of the bloody tear flickered with faint orange light and began to knit slowly together, the Cerberus Crystal channelling the majority of the healing energy. Rivers of sweat ran down his face, matting his hair to his head and he snarled viciously as he saw one of the Fearcats lifting an intact, but inert, Patcher. Instinctively, he brought up his Tracker and rolled his eyes as he saw the mini-countdown timer slowly ticking down. Why he had thought putting a timer to gauge the self-repair of the Armour was a good thing, he would never know. Leaping away from another swing, he pressed the communicator button and spoke into the receiver.

“Guys! Eltare is under attack! Do not, I repeat – do NOT come here! Use the time for training and repairs! Don’t worry about me!”

Hearing the dull clang of metal on metal, he looked in the direction of the sound – only to duck as the Patcher flew over his head. If he hadn’t looked, there was no doubt he would have been out cold and at the mercy of Drakor and his forces. His strange and almost stalking Council Guard was closer now and he could see that there was a distinctly female form under the masculine armour. The moves she was pulling off looked oddly familiar and he wracked his brain trying to figure out where he had seen them before. Saving that thought for later, he spoke once more into the receiver, to who he hoped were the Rangers.

“Drakor is here. He is leading this attack. Try to find out where their base is located. Use the vehicles in garage O1. I will see you all again. Ronny, I love you.”

Ending the transmission as the wound finally sealed itself, he looked around him in resignation. It looked like the battle was lost. Drakor was only a few moves away from successfully conquering Eltare; something that hadn’t been done since the attack that had been headed by Psychogre years ago. On the other hand, if they fought with the same level of bravado and efficiency as they were doing now, they could stop the conquering force dead in its tracks. He had no illusions to their chances but was determined to go down fighting. Swallowing down the uncomfortable comparisons to how his first ‘life’ had ended, he rose to his feet and summoned the bracelet that held the Cerberus Crystal. A wave of power flowed through him but, before he could summon its mighty power, he was knocked off his feet by a stray laser blast. Struggling to get to his feet, he thought about the words he had spoken to Ronny just a few moments ago. Now that he knew that a creature was on its way to Earth to hunt down AJ, he was more determined than ever to see that he survived the battle so he could reconcile with her. Of course, that would mean pulling the plug on his relationship with Ronny unless something like what happened with Karone happened.

“Are you all right?”

The slightly growling voice took him by surprise and he blinked hard as the female Council Guard appeared in his line of sight. Sometime during the battle, her full-face helmet had been knocked away to reveal the warrior underneath. To say that she reminded him greatly of the female Rangers on Huran was a gross understatement, though she looked incredibly similar to Droas. Her facial horns had been shorn down to small nubs of keratin and her hair was practically non-existent, save for two strands of gold that rested on either shoulder. He nodded once and picked himself off the ground, the bracelet with the Cerberus Crystal shining brightly. He couldn’t afford not to use the power but he had other things up his sleeves. Taking out a standard-issue energy blaster from inside his jacket, he fired a few blasts at Drakor before ducking down next to the slightly stunned Huran.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Massiw.”

All right, that wasn’t a lot of information to go on but she looked like she was trying to process something in her mind. He certainly hoped she wasn’t going to turn on the attitude that Droas had once spouted at him. He shook his head, wondering why the Yellow Huran Ranger’s antics were popping up in his mind now. On another note, the inside of his mind felt…crawly, if that was even the right word to use in that context. It reminded him of downloading his memories into the Simul-Deck in the Ultra Cavern but he didn’t know why his mind would be crawling right now. In fact, the only species that could have initiated the ‘rummaging’ was…oh shit. Turning towards the female Huran, he could have kicked himself yet again as he saw the shocked expression on her face. Severing the mental connection, he opened his mouth to explain what she had quite possibly seen when she croaked out an answer he was not expecting.

“I…I am Droas’ sister.”

TBC…
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