|Power Rangers RPM: Reconstruction
Author: Blanks PM
A conspiracy between Alphabet Soup and a group calling themselves the Covenant have plans to rule over the rest of humanity, which means that they must get rid of Doctor K and the Rangers to do so! And to top it off, VENJIX is back and has plans to leave Earth-2 using the same technology that Cog used to travel to the other dimension. Scott/K Ziggy/Tenaya Flynn/Gemma Dillon/SummerRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Suspense - Scott T. & Dr. K - Chapters: 11 - Words: 73,213 - Reviews: 29 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 11-26-12 - Published: 12-22-11 - id: 7663346
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Disclaimer: Power Rangers RPM is owned by Saban. No profit is made from this work of fiction.
Many of you may recognize this story title from either this website or the forum, Rangerboard. I decided to put this story on hold after first hearing the announcement of Power Rangers Samurai: Clash of the Red Rangers. I wanted to see how that episode played out, first most to see if it was going to be a sequel to RPM or not. I have this thing about continuity, even though I was/am writing a fanfic, I wanted it to fit better with actual show events. And it also gave me an excuse to go back and rewrite some things that I felt that I deviated from in my original vision.
They way they structured the episode made it seem that the team-up could have happened sometime between Power Rangers RPM: Episodes 25-29. It also confirmed that RPM takes place in an alternate dimension from the regular Power Ranger universe. I like that; it gives us fan writers a whole world to play around in without having to deal with continuity from dealing with MMPR-JF. However, it was never directly stated that MMPR-JF did or did not occur within the RPM Universe. That being said, this fic is going on with the assumption that RPM was in fact, the first and ONLY Ranger team in its separate universe.
Sit back and lose yourself.
POWER RANGERS RPM: RECONSTRUCTION
Episode 1: Homeward Bound
Two years have passed since the Venjix Computer Network was shutdown. With the final defeat of Venjix, all of his facilities and plants across the planet shut down immediately. People who had survived the harsh landscape began to come out of their hiding spots and began to rebuild as word spread across not only the North American continent but to other parts of the world where humanity managed to survive. From a population that was in its billions has been negated down the smallest of a few million.
More than enough genetic diversity to repopulate the world over time.
If any good came out of humanities near extinction, the driving force of all people, no matter their race, sex and religion, came together. For many, all past prejudices and hate were buried. If humanity were to survive, humanity had to change. To evolve for the better.
However... there are still those who cling onto the past. Who still cling onto selfish means to further their own agenda. Those who want nothing more than power and control and they don't care who they must crush in order to fulfill their hunger for that control. Such as the group simply called The Covenant. For many years, this shadowy group has made many power plays across the globe. Consolidating power. Destroying. Creating war. To be a member of The Covenant, one had to be one of the top one percent wealthy elite and share the united vision throughout the group of where they wanted to direct humanity toward. One central government, one power. One voice.
Nearly every member of the Covenant was killed as Venjix's forces spread across the globe. For all their power and money, it was worthless to the malignant, sentient computer virus who hated humanity. But some did survive. And those who did, made their way to Corinth City, the last city of Earth which still bears some semblance of the old world.
In one of the tallest buildings of Corinth, belonging to the Winchester family, a group of eight men are seated around an oval table in the middle of a darkened room. The only light is coming from the ceiling, illuminating the table. And then there is also the thick smoke, coming from several cigars that are lit.
"So... should we start with new business... or old," Chaz Winchester the Third begins, looking around his fellow members.
"There is no new business," an older, balding man snorts. "Other than the confirmation that we now have Commander Hannibal Murdock now on our leash."
"Good," Winchester interlaces his hands. "I had a feeling that he would come to our side. Did he speak of why?"
"Apparently, he has been wanting the Colonel's job for years," the man speaks. "While the Colonel was determined to protect the city, the Commander took forces straight for Venjix. The two have had opposing views on handling the war with Venjix."
"Views that even his son did not share," Chaz Winchester the Forth, the former fiance of Summer Landsdown speaks. "Scott Truman, the former leader of the Ranger Series Project wanted to take the fight to Venjix the entire duration of his time served as Operator Series Red. The Colonel and he butted heads often concerning the matter."
"Well, now that we know that we have someone inside the military on our side... we need to decide on what to do with the Colonel."
"I say discredit him," another begins. "Having him assassinated would rouse suspicion. Besides, he is seen as a hero... even before the Venjix Wars. What we have to do is to make the public distrust him and to cause such an uproar that he would have no choice but to step down."
"Agreed," Fresco Bob, the leader of the Scorpion Cartels leans into the light. "He has been a pain in my organization for years... even before the dome was built around this city. Always spouting that moral bull crap in my direction. We need to knock him off his high horse!"
"He is not arrogant," one of the men speaks out. "He is an honest individual. That is one of the many reasons his predecessor choice him for the Corinth Project years ago when the dome first began its construction. Finding something damaging would take some time. More time than what we have. My vote goes for assassinating him."
"But assassination of character is much more fun," Chaz Winchester, speaks up. "Since my name is on the ballot for Corinth mayor, I can put pressure on him, given that I win the election."
"There is no doubt," Chaz' father speaks up. "You will win."
"But what can we use against him," the silver haired man asks.
"Leave that to me," Chaz stands to his feet. He walks over to the single door to the room and opens it, spilling light into the room. Chaz beckons to someone, urging them into the building. A short, black haired young man, no older than twenty-five years of age, but younger than thirty enters the room. "Allow me to introduce Quincy Beck. The solution of our problem."
"Quincy Beck..." one of the men stands to his feet. "I know that name. From the Alphabet Soup Program that we funded..."
"Yes," Quincy smirks. "You can call me Doctor Q."
"He has been in my employ since Alphabet Soup was disbanded before the dome went up. He has been working on top-secret projects, including our own Project Ranger program based on schematics that we were able to get after Venjix's final attack on the City two years ago," Chaz remarks. "Also, he is currently the Project Lead for Operation Genesis."
"As you know, while Scott Truman was tracking the Venjix-bot, Professor Cog through the wastelands several years ago, he chased the mechanical monstrosity to a parallel Earth. A world where Venjix was never created or unleashed onto. Over the past two years my group and I have been researching and attempting to rebuild Professor Cog's technology so we can gather supplies from other parallel Earths to use in the restoration of our world."
"But what does that have to do with discrediting Colonel Mason Truman?"
"Oh, lets just say," Q interlaces his fingers together. "Thanks to the equipment that we were able to restore, I came across several files of Cog's that reveal... shall we say, startling information. What it revealed... will be political homicide for the Colonel."
"What do you know," Chaz Senior narrows his eyes. He is growing tired of Q's stalling.
"Let's just say," Q chuckles lightly as he turns his gaze slightly to Chaz, as if asking for confirmation to reveal what he knows to the group. Chaz nods. Q licks his dry lips as he leans close to the table. "I know who created Venjix... and so does the Colonel. In fact, he allowed Venjix's creator to continue to roam free throughout the Corinth populace."
"Are you certain?"
"That would force Truman out for sure!"
"Who," The senior Winchester leans out of his seat, his hands gripping the side of the table closest to him. "Who is it?"
Q's frame shakes slightly as he snickers. Behind him, Chaz merely crosses his arms in satisfaction. "None other than the famed..."
Doctor K bursts out of the classroom, her face red with anger. Behind her she can still hear the snickering from the children in the room behind her.
"Blast them," she chokes out as she makes her way to the small room that was designated to be her shared office with Ziggy down the hall; her now long black hair flowing behind her as she darts into the room. She slams the door shut loudly, causing it to raffle on its frame. Doctor K takes a seat in one of the chairs surrounding the circular table. She places her face in the palm of her hands, trying to curb off the impending headache she knows that is forthcoming.
"Idiots..." she mutters under her breath. "I'm surround by idiots. The whole lot of them..."
A few minutes pass before she hears the door to the lounge opens. She doesn't have to be a psychic to know who just entered the room. "What do you want Ziggy..."
"Um, " Ziggy Grover bites his lip, not sure how to proceed. He slowly closes the door behind him, wincing as the door squeaks. "I... I heard you scream. You okay?"
Sighing, Doctor K lowers her hands and glares at the former Green Series Operator. "What do you think?"
"What happened," Ziggy asks as he makes his way over to the table where she is seated in front of.
"Those little monstrosities," the Doctor begins, gritting her teeth. "When I agreed to get involved
with this schooling venture with you, I was expecting more than this. I cannot even teach them the basic fundamentals of trigonometry without them looking at me as if I have grown a second head!"
"Well, they are a little young to be learning trigonometry. I mean, I'm twenty-one years old myself and even I don't know trig... Besides, you know that we couldn't get the Board of Education to back us completely. That is why we are only a summer school program, to help keep them refreshed on what they learned throughout the school year that they just left. Not to mention all the sports activities, the cooking classes, there is just a lot of stuff to keep them active and out of trouble during their down time from public schools..."
"A daycare is more like it," Doctor K hisses, glaring up at Ziggy. "There has got to be more than this."
"I cant do this anymore," she quickly remarks, cutting Ziggy off. "I'm done."
Ziggy frowns. Her reaction is not to surprising. She has often threatened to quit, but over the past few weeks, he had actually begun taking her threats seriously And judging from her expression, and for the fact that she is visibly shaking at the moment, tells him that she is for real this time.
"Are you going to leave?"
"I have to. I'm drowning in this pool of ignorance."
Ziggy frowns. "They are kids. They aren't ignorant. The youngest children here are four..."
"And the oldest is nine," Doctor K stands to her feet. She peels off her lab coat and drapes it on the back of the chair, revealing her clothing attire in the process. Long gone is her Alphabet Soup uniform and in its place is a black skirt that ends just above her knees, and a matching black sweater. She is also wearing long black stockings that cover every inch of her pale legs. If anything, her clothing of choice now matches her personality, isolated and forbidding. "There interest lies in silly Toku television shows and video games. They pay no attention in what I try to teach them. I had to comb spitballs out of my hair, I have you know!"
"They are just being kids," Ziggy sighs exasperated.
"When I was a child I didn't engage in such childish behavior. I couldn't, and still can't see the logic behind it," Doctor K frowns at the tone from Ziggy's voice.
"That much is obvious..." Ziggy sighs. "So you are just going to walk away from all we built?"
"What have we built," K throws her arms out. "This school is an absolute failure! Despite what you believe, we have lost students! Parents have been pulling their children from our summer school... correction, DAYCARE, for weeks now!"
"BECAUSE OF YOU," Ziggy finally screams, frustrated. "The children are scared of you! Do you know how many phone calls I had to deal with upset parents? You are scarring the kids from ever wanting to come back! You are running my dream for this school!"
"And yet you constantly fight to keep me here," K frowns. Shrugging her shoulders, she turns away. "It matters not anymore. I'm done. You don't have to worry that I am 'ruining' your dream. After all, it is your dream. Not mine. Never was."
"I'm heading back to the Garage. I will gather the necessary paperwork and sign over my share to the school to you tomorrow morning. But before I leave, may I make a suggestion?"
"I'm sure you will tell me even if I say no," Ziggy looks away.
"I know that you have been receiving money to help run this school from an anomalous benefactor," Doctor K begins. "Like you, I do not who it is. Unlike you, I have tried to find out who, but I kept running into dead ends. Whatever you do, don't let whoever it is donating money to this school turn it into something that it is not."
"I... I wont," Ziggy is touched by her concern. He watches her as she gathers her things and place them into a large gym bag that she had brought into the office weeks ago when she first began threatening to leave. "You know... I was only trying to help you," Ziggy tells her retreating form. "Even though you never returned my affections... I've always just wanted to help you."
After zipping up the bag, Doctor K stops a few steps away from the door to the room. Without turning around, she meekly responds back to the former Green Operator. "I... I know."
"So this is it then," Ziggy turns his head away slightly, his cheeks burning hot from the rejection.
"It is," Doctor K closes her eyes. "I thank you for trying Ziggy. I do. But it has never been you. It has been... and probably will always be me. I'm not a people person. This... partnership of ours... has always been one-sided. It was... selfish of me. You deserved better than I have given you. Or not given you, as the case may be."
"What about you though," Ziggy asks. "Don't you deserve some happiness?"
"No," Doctor K finally turns back to Ziggy and looking at him in the face. "A lot of those children that you have brought here to the school... you are right. It is good for them. I know a lot of them stay at the orphanage that you are so fond of. But every time I look at them, and I hear them talk about their missing parents... I am reminded of what I have done. Venjix may be responsible for killing their families... but I created Venjix. I don't deserve to be happy."
"Venjix is gone. Without you, this world would have been lost to Venjix..."
"And it is also because of me that the threat of Venjix was introduced to a whole other dimension. Technology that came from Venjix. From me. If it wasn't for Scott and that other Red Ranger defeating Professor Cog..." K's voice trails off. "I need to leave Ziggy. I need to find myself. You have more than enough help here at the school from the other instructors that you hired."
"I understand," Ziggy remarks. He really doesn't want to let her go, but he understands. He always felt that there was another reason why she was so standoffish toward the children. "I just wish things were different..."
"I wish for that too Ziggy," K smiles sadly. "However... I can't help for what I feel... or what I don't."
"Well... it was a fun two years, wasn't it," Ziggy attempts to brighten the rather sour mood that the two have found themselves in.
Doctor K shakes her head sadly. "Look back at the past two years... have I made it fun for you? Or for the students? No. Fun is probably further from the truth..."
"No conversation can just be simple with you... can it," Ziggy chuckles. "Okay... I wish you luck."
"Luck has nothing to do with it... but I thank you for it," Doctor K remarks as she turns and walks out of the office. Ziggy walks over to the door and catches it before it closes. He watches her walk down the hallway, not bothering to turn around and glance around at the school she helped build. As she pushes open the door leading to the exit, Ziggy's throat tightens.
The door slowly shuts behind her. Ziggy runs a hand through his hair and sighs as he leans against the door frame to what is now his office. "Well... now what?"
Several states away... at the now abandoned Venjix Palace...
"Is the bomb placed yet," an excited female voice echoes throughout the dark corridor of what was once Venjix's main base of operations. The large cylinder that once housed the malignant artificial intelligence sits in the middle of the room, vacant of life. The entire production facility is dead quiet, aside from the sounds of footsteps emitting down the hallway.
"Yeah, down the west corridor," an equally excited male voice responds. "What about yours?"
"Down the east corridor? Yeah," she remarks.
"Cool, let's blow..."
"This Popsicle stand," the female finishes the sentence of her companion. The duo trot down the long hallway. Eventually they spot light from the entrance. "Well, everything is good to go," the female emerges from the dark corridor first.
"Yeah. We'll detonate the bombs and blow this heap apart once we are at least two miles away," the male remarks as he picks up his jacket which he had discarded much earlier when they first entered Venjix's palace.
"Agreed. We not need to have to worry about the fallout," the two Corinth Soldiers make their way toward their waiting convoy. There are five large semi-trucks with large cargo carriers attached to the back of them as well as several army issued jeeps with soldiers standing by, awaiting further instructions. Standing beside one of the large transports are Private Vasquez Cruz and Corporal Eugene Hicks.
"Quite remarkable that it took close to a year of emptying out all of Venjix's old weapons and technology, eh Gemma," Hicks remarks.
"Yeah," Gemma responds as she removes her fatigue jacket and lies it onto of one of the huge wheels attached to the transport. Her jet back hair is tied back into a bun. "I can't wait to get home and rummage through it all! Venjix may have hated humanity, but he sure created some nice weapons! I wonder if the Colonel will let us try em out in the military junk yard!"
"Yeah," Gem grins, excited about the idea. "It's been months since we've been home. At least three!"
"Two and a few days. Its a straight shot from here," Vasquez remarks. "We'll be back home in a few days. Back to Corinth."
"I've already radioed ahead to let Colonel Truman know," Hicks remarks.
"Cool! Well, what are we waiting for," Gemma smiles.
"I'm ready to blow this place up," Gem twirls the detonator around in his hand. "Let's go!"
Gem and Gemma race toward their waiting transport, only to have Gemma run back toward Hicks and Vasquez to grab her jacket, then run back behind her brother. Hicks merely shakes his head as Vasquez giggles at the two.
"I swear, those two are crazy."
"But in a good way," Vasquez remarks. "But they are right. Let's go home."
"Okay troops," Hicks calls out to the other soldiers as they can be seen gathering their gear. "Let's get it into gear! Move out!"
The next morning at the OCD, the Office of Corinth Defense...
"No. Absolutely not," the Colonel states as he drops a pamphlet of paper onto his desk. The pamphlet is none other than Doctor K's resume. The raven haired and dressed scientist places her hands on her hips.
"May I ask, why," Doctor K frowns. "I can be a great asset to the rebuilding process of our planet."
"I think you have done enough for the planet," the Colonel frowns as he leans back into his seat. He picks up his mug and takes a sip of the hot coffee before responding. "Putting you in a position where the potential for you to create another Venjix is out of the question."
"I have no desire to create any more horrors I assure you," The Doctor pleads. "I had a role in creating the situation that we are all dealing with now. I want to help fix the world. I can provide assistance for Operation Genesis."
"I don't even want to know how you know about that Operation," the Colonel frowns before continuing. "I can't help you. I suggest going back to that summer school that you helped start," Colonel Truman leans back into his seat. "You want to help fix the world? Go help mold those young minds so that they can be prepared for the world that we live in. A world you helped create."
"I... I can't..." K looks away, her throat tightening. "I can't any more."
"I don't know what to tell you then," Mason remarks.
"I... I see. Thank you for you for your time Colonel," Doctor K manages to squeak out as she gathers her briefcase and quietly and quickly exits out of the Colonel's office. The corners of her eyes are burning, not for the rejection of not being hired, but once more having the guilt of being the one responsible for aiding in the destruction of Earth being shoved in her face.
As she leaves the room, the Colonel sighs as he brings a hand to his forehead.
Storming out of the City Council building is non other than Scott Truman, with Flynn McAllistair right on his feels. If looks could kill, Scott would have been arrested for homicide. "The nerve of those people..." he glances back toward the building with hostility quite evident in his eyes.
"Calm down laddie," Flynn places a comforting hand on his shoulder. The Scotsman is wearing a pair of oil stained coveralls and a pale blue t-shirt. "Getting yourself worked over it wont help!"
"Flynn, I am Wing Commander of Corinth's Aerial Forces," Scott remarks. "How can I do my job if the City Council wont give me the funds needed to maintain the Fighters? To train pilots? I have a whole Squadron that is grounded with only six active and ready for combat Fighter Jets!"
"Ye will find a way laddie," Flynn tries to assure him. "Ye are Scott Truman! The hero of Corinth!"
"If that is all it took," Scott sighs.
"Besides, what is the rush? With ol Venjix gone, the world is safe."
"For now," Scott sighs. "I'm a Soldier Flynn. More than that, I am a Commander. It is my job to make sure that our defenses are ready for anything, whatever may rise up to threaten us. Commander Murdock doesn't seem to have the same kind of issues of getting funding for supplies or training for the Marines... Listen man, thanks for the support. I have took up enough of your time today."
"Aye, well, ye are my friend," Flynn tosses an arm around Scott's shoulder. "Isn't that what friends are for? To support each other?"
"Yeah, yeah," Scott shrugs his friend off his person and straightens his military uniform. He is wearing a uniform similar to his fathers, only with less metals. His once natural and free flowing Afro is now cut short, due to military regulations. "I'll catch ya later."
"Aye, aye. I need to go clean up my apartment. Gemma and the others should be back any day now and today is the only free day I got. Gemma will freak out when she sees what a mess I've left the place become in her absence," Flynn waves his hand as he walks away.
Scott watches the Scotsman whistle as he slowly disappears down the sidewalk. Scott shakes his head amused then proceeds to walk in the direction opposite of the City Council building toward the OCD building where his father's office is located. He needs to vent and if anyone knows how frustrating it is to deal with the civilian city government, it is his father. As he marches across the street, he notices a familiar looking woman seated on a bench before the building.
"That's... Doctor K," Scott blinks. "What is she doing out... is she crying?"
Scott slowly walks toward the bench; not once does she look in his direction. He can hear her quiet sniffles as her body rocks back and forward softly. He has never seen the normally stoic and hardened Doctor so weak.
"Hey, Doc," Scott walks up to her and places a hand on her shoulder. He feels her jump under his touch. "Are you okay?"
"Scott," K wipes her eyes. "I... I'm sorry, pardon my..."
"You are crying," he states the obvious. "Why?"
"It's... it's nothing...," K admits. "And yet... it's everything..."
"You want to talk about it," Scott asks sincerely, his earlier frustrations toward the Corinth City Council quickly being pushed to the back of his mind. "It looks like you need a friend..."
"What I need is a job," Doctor K wipes her eyes. "Something to keep my mind focused and... and... not have to deal with people."
"You finally quit the school I take it," Scott remarks. Doctor K slowly and uncertainly nods. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder and feels her flinch slightly under his touch. Apparently she hasn't still gotten use to physical contact after the last two years. "Let me treat you to dinner. We can talk about whats troubling you..."
"Yeah. Dinner. My treat. Anything you want. You look like you need to be pampered to," Scott smiles down at her. "Besides, I know what cafeteria food in a school tastes like. And if it is anything like what Ziggy has prepared for us in the past... I think you'll find dining out to be a real treat."
The raven haired Doctor turns away slightly, her cheeks reddening slightly. "Oh... Okay. Yes. I accept your offer."
"Anything particular you have a craving for," Scott asks as he pulls her to her feet. "My car is not to far from here."
"Not particular,"Doctor K remarks. "But a nice variety would be acceptable. "
"I know just the place," Scott grins as he leads her toward the parking deck where his '94 Nissan Sylvia is parked.
Several hours away from the city of Corinth, a dusty black muscle car makes its way through one of the many abandoned cities as it heads toward Corinth. Despite the fact that Venjix has been gone for over two years, the majority of the populace has remained within the safety of the dome. The three occupants of the vehicle have been giving the coordinates to the city for those they encountered outside the dome during their travels. Only recently, they had decided to return back to the haven that is Corinth.
"How far away are we from Corinth now," Summer Landsdown asks the driver of the vehicle. Her once long blond hair is now shorter than it once was. It is now much straighter, and sways just beneath her ears.
"Dunno," Dillon simply states. "Can't be to much further."
"Going by the coordinates we are currently present at, we are approximately five hours away from Corinth," Tenaya simply states from the back seat. Despite Summer's obvious change of appearance, Dillon and Tenaya look exactly the same. It is from the large amounts of their organics that were removed and replaced with machinery that keeps them from aging like a normal human.
"Now I wish I didn't know," Dillon admits from behind the steering wheel. "We need to get your eye implants examined as soon as we arrive."
"You are worried over a glitch," Tenaya sighs, her dual layered voice sounds annoyed over Dillon's constant and never ending worrying over her well-being. "I am fine. I have ran several diagnostic tests on my optic implants. I am fine."
"Going blind for a whole day is not a glitch," Dillon glances up at her in the mirror. "And then your sight suddenly reappeared? You are going to get checked out."
"We are just worried Tenaya," Summer smiles back at her. "And even if your internal diagnostics came back negative, it would still be great to have another person's opinion. Namely Doctor K's."
"But we still had so much more area to cover," Tenaya pouts. "We had barely made our way through the southern quarter of California. Then there was still Texas, Arizona and the other Southern States..."
"Corinth's Eagle Squad was being restructured for that reason itself, to fly out to other states in search of other communities that survived the Venjix war," Summer remarks. "If they were able to do that, we'll find out when we get there. Besides, our supplies are rather low anyways. It would be nice to check in on everyone and see how they are doing. My parents especially. Wouldn't you agree, Dillon?"
"You know I don't like your parents."
"You only say that because they tried to marry me off to Chaz," Summer smiles. "Once you sit down with them..."
Summer's sentence is cut off as three large flying spheres erupt out of the ground in front of Dillon's car. Dillon slams onto the breaks, but it doesn't matter. One of the top spinning spheres tears the roof of his car off. All three of them duck from the impact, but the matter is moot as the next spinning projectile slams into the hood of the car, caring it to catapult up into the air. The three are thrown from the vehicle. Lucky for Summer, she falls onto a clear patch of the ground, but the impact knocks her unconscious. Tenaya and Dillon however, slam into the gravel of the street.
Groaning, the two stand to their feet. "What... what was that..." Dillon groans.
"It looked like," Tenaya's eyes widen as she detects motion behind her. She quickly turns and shoves Dillon out of the way as the third and final spinning disk appears and slams directly into her, sending her flying across the street and onto an empty bus.
Dillon picks himself up off the ground once more, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth. "Tenaya! Are you..."
Before he can finish his sentence, the three spinning disks appear once more and all three strike him one after the other. Sparks fly off his body as he falls down to his knees. Behind him, he can hear a lower mummer. It takes him a few moments to realize that what he hears is laughter.
Dillon slowly turns around and his eyes widen as he sees a familiar metallic figure standing beside what use to be his car. In its left hand an unconscious Summer can be seen held by her throat. There is a small cut above her right eyebrow, with blood running down her face.
"Hello Subject D-44," the robot hisses at Dillon. "So good to see you... in one piece."
"Professor Cog," Dillon attempts to stand upright, only to have a searing pain ride up his left leg. "I thought that you were destroyed! In a whole other dimension for that matter!"
"As you can clearly see, I'm here. I uploaded a backup of my AI into a spare body, hidden out in one of my labs throughout the wastelands in case something should have happened while I was in the other dimension. Upon my original's defeat, I've spent the last two years building up my resources and scouting the City of Corinth searching for weakness in their defense."
"I don't care," Dillon snarls. "Release Summer!"
"Oh, I think not," the robot remarks as it increases pressure onto Summer's neck. "You see, she is my bargaining chip. There is something I need, something from Corinth City. And I need you to get it for me."
"Never," Dillon screams. "Now release her!"
"Pity," the Cog remarks. "Cause you see, I could fix the problem that your dear sister has with her eyes."
The raven haired hybrid slowly walks over to where her brother is standing. "Don't listen to him Dillon. Venjix programmed him to be a genius and one of his abilities is to be deceivingly untrustworthy!"
"This coming a lowly infiltration unit," Cog shakes his head. "I can see why your kind irritated my brother Kilobyte as much as you did! Anyways, I know that your implants in your eyes are failing. I'm the one who caused it."
"What did you do," Dillon snarls.
"A low-level EMP disruptor. Shorted out her eyes real good for a day, didn't it," Cog asks Tenaya.
"Dillon, we must be careful," Tenaya whispers. "Out of all of Venjix's generals, Cog was the most deadly."
"I'm not worried," Dillon remarks. "Scott destroyed him once! This guy, he's just the backup file!"
"A backup file that has had two years to improve," Professor Cog remarks as he jerks Summer upward. "So what is it going to be?"
"Tearing you limb from limb," Dillon screams as he charges toward Cog. Tenaya quickly follows Dillon's lead, hoping that she can get to Summer before Cog does anything to harm her any further. Cog's three eyes glow red and he quickly tosses Summer aside and transforms his hands into giant weapons, one in the shape of a wrench and the other a screwdriver. It charges forward and strikes down Dillon and swings at Tenaya, missing the female hybrid as she leaps over its head and kicks it in the backside.
Dillon rushes forward and quickly uppercuts Cog, knocking the robot onto its backside. Tenaya is quick to her brother's side. "You okay," she asks him.
"I'll live," he mutters.
"Go to Summer, I'll hold him off!"
"But your eyes..."
"They'll hold," Tenaya remarks. "Besides, you are emotionally compromised right now, with Summer in danger. I am much stronger than you Dillon. Don't worry, I'll end this quickly."
"You are more than welcomed to try," Professor Cog gets up to his feet laughs as it squats down into an offensive position. Tenaya charges the robot, and the two lock arms, trying to overpower the other. Dillon darts over to where Summer is sprawled out onto the dirt. Her neck is red, from the powerful grip of the robot. Dillon picks up her and holds her in his arms. Looking back at the fight, he watches his sister take a rather nasty hit to her face, causing her to be tossed aside like a rag-doll. One of the wheels begins to twirl on Cogs chest as the robot turns toward Dillon.
Dillon's eyes widen as he realizes that Cog is preparing to fire upon Summer and him. He quickly turns around, using his body to shield his girlfriend in his arms. The blasts tears into his clothing and strikes him, lurching him forward. Summer is tossed out of his arms, and her body rolls several feet away.
Tenaya quickly darts to his side, only to be met with the Cog's foot intercepting her middle, kicking her away. Professor Cog then picks Dillon up by his hair, and with his other in the shape of a large wrench gabs Dillon in the stomach.
"You see, I have learned something rather interesting from a hidden beacon emitting from within Corinth. Master Venjix is still functioning from somewhere inside your Doctor K's lab as a prisoner," Cog hisses in Dillon's face. "You will bring me the Master!"
"Screw you," Dillon spats as he tries to pry the robot's fingers apart.
"Suit yourself," the robot chuckles as he unleashes a powerful energy blast onto Dillon's abdomen from his chest blaster once more. The former Black Ranger screams in agony as the blast knocks him free of the robots grip, but not before ripping some of his hair out of the roots. Dillon rolls onto the ground, bleeding badly from his stomach wound. "If you wont willingly bring me the Master, perhaps my hypnobolts will be more effective in conceiving you!"
"No! Leave him alone," Tenaya screams as she charges toward the killer robot. The robot pulls a cylinder device from off his chest and presses a button onside of it. Tenaya's eyes flash and her body falls forward in mid-step. She became deactivated through the implants in her brain. She falls forward into a heap onto the rugged soil, her eyes still open.
"While the Venjix-virus may no longer reside within your implants, you are still hybrids," Professor Cog explains. "Still Venjix technology. And whoever controls the technology... controls the hybrids," he mutters as he walks over to where Dillon is crawling toward Summer, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.
"As for you, I have plans for you Subject D-44," a long needle ejects from its palm. Cog roughly tosses Dillon onto his back and with a quick stab to the chest in one of his implant regulators, he injects Dillon once more with the Venjix-virus. "There. That will somewhat repair the damage to your body... long enough to bring me what I need. Here," Cog tosses down a small USB thumb-drive. "That is a powerful terabyte drive. Large enough to store Master Venjix's AI. He is trapped within a Project Series Morpher. You'll know which one once you get close enough to sense the Master's hidden beacon."
"How..." Dillon hisses as he feels his implants beginning to burn beneath his skin as the Venjix-virus begins to seep throughout his implants once more.
"From what I was able to decode from the beacon, the Master downloaded himself into the Biofield at the last moment before his body was destroyed. The last Ranger Operator to deactivate the Morphing sequence trapping the Master within before he had a chance to take over the Biosuit. Connect this device and download the Master. You do so, and your sister and woman shall not be destroyed. At least, not yet. Fight against my hypnobolts and I will know. You try to warn your friends... I will know."
"I'll... I'll destroy you..." Dillon spats as he falls to his knees. He lurches forward, blood spilling out of his mouth.
"You may try, but you will fail," the malignant machine remarks as he walks toward Summer and picks her up. He tosses her over his shoulder and then walks over to where Tenaya is laying. He grabs her by one of her legs and begins to drag her off. "Once you recover the Master, return to this place. I will know when you return."
"I will get you," Dillon screams as he struggles to stay conscious as he falls forward onto the ground. "You... Venjix... scum..."
"Now that... will be worth seeing D-44," Professor Cog laughs as he disappears through the dust storm that has begun to brew about them. "That will be worth seeing."
Despite that a large portion of this fic has already been wrote, I am aiming to only updating this fic once a week. There may be days where I update two chapters to hurry further it along. Please leave a review, good or bad. Reviews help writers know where we succeeded or failed at in entertaining readers. Since I am self publishing two self-written/drawn graphic novels in 2012, feedback, good or bad, is defiantly a plus.