Kai
03-24-2008, 03:47 PM
PROLOGUE
A lot has happened is the time between the “fate of lightspeed” and the present day….I apologise for not writing more often, but I simply haven’t had the time.
Truth be told, the very term “fate of lightspeed” irritates me – obviously, we’re still very much operational, going out on rescue missions daily, fighting evil daily and yes, rescuing the regular police daily. You’d think we’d get bored of it, but its actually quite amusing – they just don’t know what they can and cant deal with.
I like the new name – “Overdrive”. It was Carter who first suggested it – believe it or not, he actually has a fun side under the floppy hair and rigid discipline.
My son, Ryan has left us – not surprising, considering the trauma he has been through in his life….that coupled with the fate of the original Aquabase has cemented his decision to persue his childhood dream –He’s actually in his third year of Medical school. I don not resent his leaving, however – in fact, I feel he’s coping much better than I would have. We stay in regular contact, and himself, Dana and I have dinner every Saturday.
However, the rest of the team have stayed, and we have made an excellent decision, in my eyes, of who to recruit as the new Overdrive Silver ranger. Raj K. Saxena has brought the team successes not possible had they been on their own.
I do worry about Dana. I know she’s my daughter, I know she’s fought off demons, batlings and young men, but I still worry about her every single mission she embarks upon. I suppose its natural, no? She seems to have developed an unhealthy taste for danger – all that’s happened in these past 3 years are taking their toll, not only on her, but the entire team. I can see it in their face, I can see it when they jump up and point a laser at someone who startles them, (usually offering coffee), I can see it when the Med. Department give me their weekly health reports.
Its killing these kids.
But they will not quit – either evil or their life has to be vanquished first.
And I fear they’re choosing the latter.
Capt. Matthew Mitchell.
Mission Log
Purpose – Recover Time machine.
Location – The Himalayas.
Ranger status: 1.Monitoring from base.
2.Final weaponry check.
3. In field.
4. Backup.
5. Backup.
6.Backup.
Zord Status – Lightspeed Overdrive Megazord on Standby.
All rangers ready to be deployed. All rangers are armed with basic SurviBuster sidearm. Ranger #3 armed with transportation case.
Current Status – In Progress.
CHAPTER 1
The glint of a visor shone out in the darkness, like a sparkle in an otherwise dreary plain. Soft, crisp footsteps echoed through the tunnels, the gentle trickle of water filled the air. The walls were dark and jagged, the terrain uneven treacherous.
Something – Someone crept down the passageway, blending in perfectly with the area. He (the lack of chest certainly proved this) was dressed almost entirely in black, streaks of silver accenting the suit. A thick white line splashed down his chest, from neck to crotch.
“Black! What’s the situation?”
“Come on, man! You know my name!”
“Black, - “
“My PEOPLE did not suffer for hundreds of years, only for this kind of discrimination to be filtered through the ranks of Lightspeed! We only ask for freedom, man! I have a dream; I dream of a world where white people, and black people can live, work and fight evil together! A world whe – “
The man talking to the black ranger dropped his comset in resigned irritation.. He knew it would be a mistake to introduce Joel to Chris Tucker. He picked up the headset again.
”Just shut up, Black, and try not to draw attention to yourself. I know it goes against all your morals, but for gods sake, just do it!”
The transmission cut off. Joel Rawlings, or “Black”, on this mission, crept down the tunnel. He performed a combat roll, switching sides of the narrow tube and peered round a corner. There! The door! He crept forwards, and pulled out his sidearm from his holster.
“ And another thing….why the heck do we have to use these things? What was wrong with the rescue blasters? These things are big just…not cool, dude.”
“ Because, as I continue to explain, this mission requires power and technology that renders old technology obsolete. In other words, weapons got better. Deal with it. And with that, I’m cutting you off standard comms – don’t you dare break radio silence, or - ”
The word cut off. Obviously, a quick wit wasn’t on the Boss’ list of skills.
A bleep echoed in the earpiece of Joel’s helmet. Great, he thought. A chance to do this by myself. He pulled out his Survi-buster, and flicked a switch on the side of his weapon. He pressed his trigger, and a concentrated blast of blue energy burst from the nozzle of the weapon, and hit the door.
A small bang issued from the door, echoing around the tunnel. It swung open.
Carter Grayson ran a hand through his hair and sighed, pulling his headpiece off and dropping it on the table in front of him. He yawned, and gazed at the many screens glaring at his tired face. Joel was being his usual self…Dana and Kelsey were on in the standby, Chad was in the weapons testing room with Mrs Fairweather, and Raj…well, he was in his room. Carter stared at the screen. Raj was pacing up and down, glancing at his Accellular every now and then. It bothered him having a camera in the room of a team-mate, but it was a safety precaution…There was so much they didn’t know about him. So much that could go wrong…
And then, he saw something to make him stop dead. Joel was heading towards a red flagged area – an area of extreme danger. Carter stared as his friend shot a purple beam of light at the wall, and then –
He was up and out of his seat in barely a second. He pressed a button on his Morpher, and he and four other rangers ran to a yellow jeep, standing ready on a deploy pad.
They were already too late.
Joel chuckled to himself slightly before kicking the door down, and then spinning the laser in his hands in traditional western style. The Sky cowboy, ladies he thought to himself, Isnt just cool in the air. He jumped in, and punched down another door – to be greeted by a whole room full of Gunners.
Contrary to their name, the Gunners usually don’t use actual guns, preferring to use either lasers or actual physical weaponry. Only the elite used powerful laser-bullets and only the very elite used actual metal bullets – reinforced with extreme lasers. The reason for this is the simple fact that firing a gun loaded with actual metal bullets requires concentration and a basic level of skill – qualities many Gunners lack.
The Gunners were originally a powerful group of batlings, which were captured and experimented on by the same corporation that created the Cyber rangers. Nice move, guys. The result? 247 dead men, 556 permanently injured and a mindless, amazingly strong race, seemingly endless due to their ability to multiply via thought of their squad leaders – Sergeants. Not that they were any smarter than normal Gunners – they just couldn’t be killed as easily.
Joel watched as every stupid head in the cave turned towards him. He smiled, and pulled his weapon from his holster. He flicked the power setting to level 3, and waited. The Gunners were feet away from him when he attacked – dispatching 48 in barely ten seconds. Spinning the Survi-buster in his hands, he eliminated the rest of the small army, using the Survi-buster’s titanium blade to literally cut down the last fifty or so.
He whistled slightly as he slid the weapon back into its holster, gazing at the smoking robot-creature things littering the room.
Never mess with a Sky Cowboy.
He looked around the room, switching on his headlights by tapping a button on the side of his helmet with his fore and middle fingers. A blinding flash rang round the room, and a concentrated beam of light emerged from his helmet headlights. Gazing round the jagged walls, he spotted a slightly off-colour patch. Tapping another button three times in succession, he made the light even brighter – exposing a semi-translucent cluster of rocks. He pressed a button on the device on his left forearm, and his morpher popped open. He pressed the center of the gold dial, and a purple wave shot out from one end. A green light flashed on his morpher. All clear. He sighed in relief, and kicked the door down.
All hell broke loose.
Carter had the whole team ready and in the tunnels before Joel had even touched the pile of rocks, racing towards the Black Ranger, the ranger who must not be allowed to touch those stones. Something bad would happen, thought – something bad would happen when he touched those, and he was right.
Back at Rescue Ops, the screen showed to no one how as soon as the black boot touched the door, seventeen explosions occurred all round the room –seven in the door itself. Joel was thrown backwards, being pelted with debris, and hit the back of the room hard. He started to glow, pulsating blue light working its way from his helmet to boots, speedily erasing his suit. Within half a minute, Joel Rawlings was lying in a battered and bloody heap on the ground.
The Sky Cowboy wasn’t moving.
Basically, this was an old story i'd written, but lost, due to laptop faliure. Ive rehashed it, and hopefully, made it better. Let me know what you think!
All comments, reviews, constructive criticism welcome.
PS: The title was suggested by someone else, but i cant remember whom - it's a great title, i think, so if it was you, then tell me, please.
Kai
A lot has happened is the time between the “fate of lightspeed” and the present day….I apologise for not writing more often, but I simply haven’t had the time.
Truth be told, the very term “fate of lightspeed” irritates me – obviously, we’re still very much operational, going out on rescue missions daily, fighting evil daily and yes, rescuing the regular police daily. You’d think we’d get bored of it, but its actually quite amusing – they just don’t know what they can and cant deal with.
I like the new name – “Overdrive”. It was Carter who first suggested it – believe it or not, he actually has a fun side under the floppy hair and rigid discipline.
My son, Ryan has left us – not surprising, considering the trauma he has been through in his life….that coupled with the fate of the original Aquabase has cemented his decision to persue his childhood dream –He’s actually in his third year of Medical school. I don not resent his leaving, however – in fact, I feel he’s coping much better than I would have. We stay in regular contact, and himself, Dana and I have dinner every Saturday.
However, the rest of the team have stayed, and we have made an excellent decision, in my eyes, of who to recruit as the new Overdrive Silver ranger. Raj K. Saxena has brought the team successes not possible had they been on their own.
I do worry about Dana. I know she’s my daughter, I know she’s fought off demons, batlings and young men, but I still worry about her every single mission she embarks upon. I suppose its natural, no? She seems to have developed an unhealthy taste for danger – all that’s happened in these past 3 years are taking their toll, not only on her, but the entire team. I can see it in their face, I can see it when they jump up and point a laser at someone who startles them, (usually offering coffee), I can see it when the Med. Department give me their weekly health reports.
Its killing these kids.
But they will not quit – either evil or their life has to be vanquished first.
And I fear they’re choosing the latter.
Capt. Matthew Mitchell.
Mission Log
Purpose – Recover Time machine.
Location – The Himalayas.
Ranger status: 1.Monitoring from base.
2.Final weaponry check.
3. In field.
4. Backup.
5. Backup.
6.Backup.
Zord Status – Lightspeed Overdrive Megazord on Standby.
All rangers ready to be deployed. All rangers are armed with basic SurviBuster sidearm. Ranger #3 armed with transportation case.
Current Status – In Progress.
CHAPTER 1
The glint of a visor shone out in the darkness, like a sparkle in an otherwise dreary plain. Soft, crisp footsteps echoed through the tunnels, the gentle trickle of water filled the air. The walls were dark and jagged, the terrain uneven treacherous.
Something – Someone crept down the passageway, blending in perfectly with the area. He (the lack of chest certainly proved this) was dressed almost entirely in black, streaks of silver accenting the suit. A thick white line splashed down his chest, from neck to crotch.
“Black! What’s the situation?”
“Come on, man! You know my name!”
“Black, - “
“My PEOPLE did not suffer for hundreds of years, only for this kind of discrimination to be filtered through the ranks of Lightspeed! We only ask for freedom, man! I have a dream; I dream of a world where white people, and black people can live, work and fight evil together! A world whe – “
The man talking to the black ranger dropped his comset in resigned irritation.. He knew it would be a mistake to introduce Joel to Chris Tucker. He picked up the headset again.
”Just shut up, Black, and try not to draw attention to yourself. I know it goes against all your morals, but for gods sake, just do it!”
The transmission cut off. Joel Rawlings, or “Black”, on this mission, crept down the tunnel. He performed a combat roll, switching sides of the narrow tube and peered round a corner. There! The door! He crept forwards, and pulled out his sidearm from his holster.
“ And another thing….why the heck do we have to use these things? What was wrong with the rescue blasters? These things are big just…not cool, dude.”
“ Because, as I continue to explain, this mission requires power and technology that renders old technology obsolete. In other words, weapons got better. Deal with it. And with that, I’m cutting you off standard comms – don’t you dare break radio silence, or - ”
The word cut off. Obviously, a quick wit wasn’t on the Boss’ list of skills.
A bleep echoed in the earpiece of Joel’s helmet. Great, he thought. A chance to do this by myself. He pulled out his Survi-buster, and flicked a switch on the side of his weapon. He pressed his trigger, and a concentrated blast of blue energy burst from the nozzle of the weapon, and hit the door.
A small bang issued from the door, echoing around the tunnel. It swung open.
Carter Grayson ran a hand through his hair and sighed, pulling his headpiece off and dropping it on the table in front of him. He yawned, and gazed at the many screens glaring at his tired face. Joel was being his usual self…Dana and Kelsey were on in the standby, Chad was in the weapons testing room with Mrs Fairweather, and Raj…well, he was in his room. Carter stared at the screen. Raj was pacing up and down, glancing at his Accellular every now and then. It bothered him having a camera in the room of a team-mate, but it was a safety precaution…There was so much they didn’t know about him. So much that could go wrong…
And then, he saw something to make him stop dead. Joel was heading towards a red flagged area – an area of extreme danger. Carter stared as his friend shot a purple beam of light at the wall, and then –
He was up and out of his seat in barely a second. He pressed a button on his Morpher, and he and four other rangers ran to a yellow jeep, standing ready on a deploy pad.
They were already too late.
Joel chuckled to himself slightly before kicking the door down, and then spinning the laser in his hands in traditional western style. The Sky cowboy, ladies he thought to himself, Isnt just cool in the air. He jumped in, and punched down another door – to be greeted by a whole room full of Gunners.
Contrary to their name, the Gunners usually don’t use actual guns, preferring to use either lasers or actual physical weaponry. Only the elite used powerful laser-bullets and only the very elite used actual metal bullets – reinforced with extreme lasers. The reason for this is the simple fact that firing a gun loaded with actual metal bullets requires concentration and a basic level of skill – qualities many Gunners lack.
The Gunners were originally a powerful group of batlings, which were captured and experimented on by the same corporation that created the Cyber rangers. Nice move, guys. The result? 247 dead men, 556 permanently injured and a mindless, amazingly strong race, seemingly endless due to their ability to multiply via thought of their squad leaders – Sergeants. Not that they were any smarter than normal Gunners – they just couldn’t be killed as easily.
Joel watched as every stupid head in the cave turned towards him. He smiled, and pulled his weapon from his holster. He flicked the power setting to level 3, and waited. The Gunners were feet away from him when he attacked – dispatching 48 in barely ten seconds. Spinning the Survi-buster in his hands, he eliminated the rest of the small army, using the Survi-buster’s titanium blade to literally cut down the last fifty or so.
He whistled slightly as he slid the weapon back into its holster, gazing at the smoking robot-creature things littering the room.
Never mess with a Sky Cowboy.
He looked around the room, switching on his headlights by tapping a button on the side of his helmet with his fore and middle fingers. A blinding flash rang round the room, and a concentrated beam of light emerged from his helmet headlights. Gazing round the jagged walls, he spotted a slightly off-colour patch. Tapping another button three times in succession, he made the light even brighter – exposing a semi-translucent cluster of rocks. He pressed a button on the device on his left forearm, and his morpher popped open. He pressed the center of the gold dial, and a purple wave shot out from one end. A green light flashed on his morpher. All clear. He sighed in relief, and kicked the door down.
All hell broke loose.
Carter had the whole team ready and in the tunnels before Joel had even touched the pile of rocks, racing towards the Black Ranger, the ranger who must not be allowed to touch those stones. Something bad would happen, thought – something bad would happen when he touched those, and he was right.
Back at Rescue Ops, the screen showed to no one how as soon as the black boot touched the door, seventeen explosions occurred all round the room –seven in the door itself. Joel was thrown backwards, being pelted with debris, and hit the back of the room hard. He started to glow, pulsating blue light working its way from his helmet to boots, speedily erasing his suit. Within half a minute, Joel Rawlings was lying in a battered and bloody heap on the ground.
The Sky Cowboy wasn’t moving.
Basically, this was an old story i'd written, but lost, due to laptop faliure. Ive rehashed it, and hopefully, made it better. Let me know what you think!
All comments, reviews, constructive criticism welcome.
PS: The title was suggested by someone else, but i cant remember whom - it's a great title, i think, so if it was you, then tell me, please.
Kai