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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 12, 2007 22:34:10 GMT -5
Yolanda and Billy walked, techno-babbling back and forth. Almost as one, five Literati Rangers started blinking...
"What the hell just happened here?"
"I don't know. I think Yolanda just... got a boyfriend... I think... I've never seen her with a boyfriend."
Zack blinked as well, "Then we're even, I've never seen Billy with a girlfriend."
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Post by Enigma! on Jul 12, 2007 22:52:48 GMT -5
When does this happen?
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 12, 2007 23:01:24 GMT -5
MMPR/PRL crossover.
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Post by Enigma! on Jul 12, 2007 23:07:38 GMT -5
I didn't think Billy would be her type. She's more into bishonen type boys...
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 12, 2007 23:10:39 GMT -5
You'd be wrong. Trust me on this.
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Post by Enigma! on Jul 12, 2007 23:32:23 GMT -5
I'll take your word for it.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 13, 2007 11:56:58 GMT -5
Zoltar, son of Zordon is 20,000 years old (born 10,000 years before the battle that trapped his father in the time warp), which with an Eltarian life-span makes him the equivilent of a 20-year-old human...
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Post by BloodAngel on Jul 14, 2007 23:16:37 GMT -5
Another Snippet, this one SPD. I only finished this a minute ago, so it's not as good as the other one.
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It was far past lights out, but thirst doesn’t really respect that mysterious device known as a chronometer, or as it is known more commonly as, a clock. That is what led Cadet Sky Tate, B-Squad Blue Ranger of Space Patrol Delta to be walking down the darkened corridors of the base.
He had nearly returned to his room when he passed by the partially open door to the archives hall. The first thought in Sky’s mind was of green cadets not properly informed of procedure, procedure which included making certain that all unnecessary lights and systems were powered down to conserve energy and all doors were to be closed when the rooms were not in use. He shook his head and went to close the door, thinking about the lecture he would give the D-Squad in the morning. Just as he was about to press the button that would simultaneously shut off the lights and close the door, he heard the shifting of cloth. So, someone was in the archives hall after all, and the energy was not being wasted. However, they were still in violation of procedure by being out of bed after lights out.
“Who’s in here?” he demanded as he crossed the threshold of the door, closing it behind him. The startled yelp he heard further inside made him sigh. Of course. “Bridge, you aren’t in here cooing over those two again, are you?”
The irony of his comment about “green cadets” was not lost on him, as he rounded a corner to find Cadet Bridge Carson, B-Squad Green Ranger sitting at a computer. “O- of- of course not, Sky,” he said, his signature goofy smile on his face. “Why would I be?”
Sky shook his head again and sat down in the chair next to Bridge. “Because you’ve been doing that every night this past week. Like you do every year you and I have been at SPD.”
Bridge sighed, knowing that he never could hide anything from Sky. He was too observant, looked too much into things. “Yeah. I can’t help it.” His attention returned to the screen he had been studying hours before Sky had noticed the light. A young couple was pictured on the screen, a girl no older than twenty stood there, in the arms of a young man only a few years older than she. Beside that was a window open with a newspaper article. The headline was “Six Rangers Fall in the Defense of the City”.
“Can you imagine what it must have been like for her?” Bridge asked, even though he didn’t expect an answer. “The sole survivor of a Ranger team? She had to do everything by herself. She handled the identifications, the notifications, the red tape, and the funerals alone.”
“She was a Yellow,” Sky said simply.
Bridge nodded, knowing that no matter how simple Sky’s response was, there was a more complex reasoning behind it. Much more complex than the historical toughness of female Yellow Rangers. “Her secret was blown. Everyone knew who the Rangers were. Back then, it was too dangerous for people to know the civilian identities of Power Rangers.”
“You’re forgetting the Astro and Lightspeed Rangers, you realize.”
“Astro was a special case. As for Lightspeed, they were a defense institution, like SPD. But she didn’t know any other Ranger teams, had no way to get in contact with either of them. She was forced to endure the media attention, appear on little talk shows and tell the story of how she lost her best friends and future husband over and over again. It was no wonder she did what she did.”
“She shouldn’t have. Given time, she would have healed. No tragedy is so terrible it warrants killing yourself.”
Bridge gave Sky a “Go to Hell” glare, a very un-Bridge thing to do. “What do *you* know about that kind of pain, Sky?” he asked, a distinct edge to his voice. “All you did was loose your father. She lost her whole family. Her heart was ripped out of her chest, slashed to ribbons, and shown to her in a dripping, bloody, tangled mess. Her best friends, the people who were more family to her than her own flesh and blood relatives, were killed by a monster while she was in another dimension, flung there by her fiancé. She was the one who found their mutilated bodies, her greatest fears come true. She spent hours crying, flung across his body before anyone found them. After that, she had to identify them, notify their parents and family, and plan their funerals. She had to be the public face of the Rangers, when all she wanted to do was crawl away and die! She died in that battle, Sky. Her body was just too stupid to realize it!”
“How do you know this?” Sky knew most of the same information Bridge did. Power Rangers in History was a required class for all SPD Academy students. Three whole weeks were accorded to this team in particular, since they were the only team to die while in the line of duty. Only the original Mighty Morphin’ team got longer than they did. A good deal of what Bridge was saying could not be found in the books. No one knew the entirety of the Yellow Ranger’s suicide note, which encompassed several notebooks of information about the team, their battles, as well as her half a legal pad long good-bye message, including her will.
Bridge shrugged. “I hacked into their media and information files.”
“You did *what*?!” Sky hissed, one part shocked and one part appalled. He knew full well that Bridge was arguably the most intelligent of the team; in Sky’s opinion, Bridge should have been Blue. He didn’t know Bridge possessed the knowledge, nor the courage to hack into clearly classified official files, and he certainly didn’t think that Bridge would break the rules by doing something such as that in the first place. “How do you know how to do something like that?”
Bridge pushed his glasses up his nose. “My father taught me before I entered the academy.”
“Why would you hack into their official files?!” Sky demanded.
“Why are their files sealed in the first place?” Bridge asked in return. “All of the other Ranger teams have easily accessible files, starting with the first Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers team! Even Time Force wasn’t sealed! Why would this team’s files be locked?”
Sky sighed, understanding but not agreeing with Bridge’s argument. “Fine, fine.” He settled into a more comfortable position in the chair. “What did you find out?”
“The song they were going to dance to as their first dance as man and wife was going to be “Killing Loneliness” by a Swedish band named His Infernal Majesty, better known as HIM. They were also going to dance to a song named “I Caught Fire” by a band named The Used. Their eldest daughter was going to be named Aurora, eldest son would have either been Amrûn or after his father.” Bridge sighed. “She said in her note that if they had that child, she wouldn’t have done it.”
“Amrûn?” Sky asked.
“It meant ‘Sunrise’, like Aurora meant ‘Dawn’. Apparently, she was a big fan of Lord of the Rings. She also never wanted to be a Ranger. It took her most of their first month to come to terms with it, and even then she resented it for most of her career. All she wanted was to be a psychologist and a writer, get married to her high school sweetheart, and have a family where emotional abuse had no place existing.” Bridge typed rapidly on the keyboard and pulled up a different window, this one with a barely legible, handwritten note on a yellow legal pad. “You remember how even up to the end, they never drew their Blade Blasters, only used their main weapons?”
“Yeah. They were the first and only team never to do so. Why?”
“She hated guns. Despised them with a passion. There was no honor in a burning piece of lead that was shot from yards away. Guns were used by cowards.”
“Tell that to snipers,” muttered Sky.
“It was her idea that they be the first team to never use their side arms. Despite being Yellow, she was the second in command, not the Blue.” Sky nodded. While rare, Yellow Rangers did occasionally hold a good deal of authoritative power in their teams. They were mostly third in command, however.
“She said in her note that she would have gladly died in his place. She loved him far more than she cared about herself. She couldn’t even stand when she got to him in the eulogies. All she could do was sink to her knees and wail hysterically. She said that was almost all she remembered of that day, the pain of a gaping hole that threatened to swallow her up. She dealt with what needed to be dealt with, changed her last name to his, collected her journals, wrote her will, and wrote her suicide note. Did you know she killed herself on their wedding date? She had them play “Minority” by Green Day. She had wanted that played instead of the Wedding March when she came down the aisle.
“Huh. Unusual song choice.”
“She was an unusual person. Buried next to him, shared the same headstone. Even in her grief, she planed for everything. She knew the minute she saw his body what she would have to do.”
Sky shook his head. “Bridge, why do you do this?”
Bridge blinked. “What?”
“Why do you do this every year? You sneak out after lights out, dig up the easily accessible files on this team, and spend half the night cooing over the two of them.” Sky gestured to the picture. “I won’t even go into the Pink Ranger of that team. And this year, you even hack into the classified portion of their files.”
Bridge was quiet for a long time, as if thinking about his next words. “Well, there’s something about this team that… draws me to them. For some reason, I feel connected to them, that there’s part of me there. As for them…” Bridge sighed. “I wish I could find someone I would love that much, and would do the same for me. Love like that, Sky, only comes around once in a million years. She was with him from sixteen to her dying day. I want that someday.”
That kind of love… Sky’s parents had that kind of love. While his mother had never reacted that badly to his father’s death, they overcame the same odds. While he admired that kind of love, he also knew how unhealthy for all parties involved it could be. Sky knew there was a very dark side to a love that all-encompassing. He sighed. “No you don’t, Bridge. I don’t think you could survive that. That kind of love destroys more than you know. See what it did to them? He died to protect her, and she died anyway. They loved each other more than they loved themselves, certainly, but it destroyed them both in the end. It was that love that drove her to swallow an entire bottle of melatonin pills. A hundred and fifty pills, Bridge. Fifteen times the lethal dosage. It was that love that drove him to open a rip in dimensions to protect her, which left him wide open to attack. An attack that likely killed him instantly. Love is dangerous. It’s not all happiness, sparkles, bubbles, valentines and candy hearts. It’s also anger, tears, pain, destruction, loss, and deadly.”
Bridge sighed, understanding full well where Sky was coming from. He still didn’t agree with him, though. “I know. But I would gladly suffer all of that for the joy that kind of love brings before destruction.”
Sky shook his head, then looked at the clock on the wall. “Come on, Bridge. It’s getting late. We’ve got an early simulation in the morning.”
Bridge was already shutting down the computer. “I know.” When the shut down was complete, Bridge stood and walked out the door with Sky.
A few minutes later… a dog-shaped shadow fell across the desk. “You will understand soon, Cadet. You will understand soon.”
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Post by Enigma! on Jul 14, 2007 23:32:18 GMT -5
... Damn. And damn if I don't agree with Bridge on a lot of that.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 14, 2007 23:34:43 GMT -5
I'm not surprised. After all, in the 'corrected' timestream he probably thinks of you as 'Uncle Daniel'...
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Post by Enigma! on Jul 14, 2007 23:39:23 GMT -5
... Uncle.
Excuse me. *Goes to bang his head against something.*
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Post by BloodAngel on Jul 14, 2007 23:40:42 GMT -5
I know Bridge probably sounds OOC, but I'm not good with my SPD characterizations.
Opinions?
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Post by Enigma! on Jul 14, 2007 23:44:33 GMT -5
Well written, and kinda frightening/depressing.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 14, 2007 23:49:18 GMT -5
DANIEL:
Well, duh. I mean, Yolanda IS his mother (possibly), Amanda is both Yolanda's best friend and your wife, so of course he'll see you as an Uncle figure.
AMANDA:
There's a few errors;
1. Scenic City was destroyed at the same time you guys were killed, so there wouldn't have been a paper about it or anything.
2. It's the ASTRO Rangers, Andros and Co. that were publicly known (after Zordon's death). The identities of the Galaxy Rangers were (nominally) secret. (By nominally I mean that they were Officially secret, but certain people like Commander Stanton would have to be MORONS to not figure out that when his Chief Navigator, Head of Security and Chief Science Officer disappear the Blue and Pink Rangers and Magna Defender show up soon after...)
3. Despite not knowing personally the other teams, I'd still find it hard to believe they wouldn't reach out to Amanda. I mean, look at any of the teamup episodes - these teams have never met and yet all they need to know to feel an immediate kinship with each other is that they're all Power Rangers.
4. And it's not that we've NEVER drawn our Blade Blaster, it's just that they're the absolute last resort... So far, they've been used exactly once, but they've still been used.
Otherwise, I like it.
Now if I could just write that extended/added scene for "Idol"...
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Post by BloodAngel on Jul 15, 2007 0:01:47 GMT -5
AMANDA: There's a few errors; 1. Scenic City was destroyed at the same time you guys were killed, so there wouldn't have been a paper about it or anything. Well, the reason the city wasn't named was the keep the secrecy element. Not because Scenic's paper printed it. I always got confused on that team's name. I'll fix it later. I said I just finished it, so I hadn't had a good chance to beta it. ....You've got me there. I don't remember that. When was it? |
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