Chapter Five: Blues for Breakfast
Siege, day seven
Katherine hovered around the edges of consciousness for a long
time before awakening, slipping in and out of a dreamlike state in which
she felt herself surrounded by softness, as though wrapped head to toe
in a thick layer of cotton. She distantly remembered that something very
important was happening: something that had taken all of her attention
for days, but now, she could not think of what it had been.
Finally, though, she felt herself drifting back to full consciousness,
but held onto the safe, warm dream-state as long as she could. She hadn't
rested this well in weeks, certainly not in the time since....
She remembered. The attack, the five days at the controls of her zord,
the constant strain: it all came back to her in a rush, and startled her
awake. Her eyes popped open, but it was a long time before they could focus.
"Katherine?" a voice came at the fringes of perception. "Kat,
do you hear me?"
Accompanying these words, a face came into her line of sight, and even
though her vision was still blurred with sleep, she immediately recognized
him. "Hullo Billy," she tried to say, but her throat was so dry
that she choked on the words. She tried to clear her throat, but to no
avail.
Billy placed one hand against her forehead; it felt cool and soothing.
"Your fever finally broke about twelve hours ago. It seems to be almost
gone. Would you like some water?"
Since she could not speak, she simply nodded. Billy vanished from sight
for a moment, then returned with a glass of water. She tried to sit up,
but her body felt like it was miles away.
"Carefully," he warned, coming around to sit beside her. He gently
reached around her with one arm and helped her sit up enough to drink from
the glass, which he held to her lips. She could not even move her arms
sufficiently to take the glass for herself.
The water was as cool and soothing as his hand had been, though, and made
her feel a bit better. After she'd had enough to drink for now, Billy took
the glass and set it down somewhere out of sight, but for a moment, stayed
where he was, apparently reluctant to take his arm away. Finally, though,
he eased her back down, but stayed beside her, looking down at her with
a soft smile. "How do you feel?" he asked, simply.
"Not altogether here," she whispered. "What's happening
outside? Is everyone..?"
"Everyone's all right," he shushed her. "Kimberly took to
your zord like a duck to water. I guess it was pretty tense there for a
while, but I was, ah, otherwise occupied for the first few hours after
she took over for you."
Katherine tried to remember anything past the moment when she'd passed
her zeonizers on to Kim, but there was nothing there. "Where am I
now?" she asked, realizing that she had no memory of how she'd arrived
at her present state.
"You're in my quarters at the Power Chamber," he explained. "You've
been unconscious for the better part of two days, but the rest seems to
be doing you good. I think you're going to need more, though."
She took a moment to try and take stock of herself. To her surprise, there
was no pain at all from her midsection. There was something funny about
her right arm, though, and as she slowly looked over, she saw that she
had been hooked up to an intravenous fluid feed. Distantly, she remembered
that Billy had taken some sort of emergency medical training months ago,
and wondered if this had been his doing. "Billy," she asked,
carefully, "I didn't just get better on my own, did I?"
"Well... not exactly," he said, uneasiness creeping into his
voice. His tone gave her memories greater clarity, and she began to remember
more and more about the moments immediately preceding her blackout. "But
I was... How did you..?"
"Please, Kat, don't worry about it. I did what I had to do. And to
be honest, I don't really know how I knew to do what I did, but what's
important is that it worked, and you're out of danger."
"You saved my life," she whispered, realizing this to be true.
"I got you to the point where those patented recuperative abilities
could do their job," he said, softly. "Same as I did with..."
He trailed off, the rest unsaid.
"With who?" she asked.
"I'll explain that later," he assured her. "Like I said,
what's important is that you're getting better."
She still couldn't quite focus, but there was something odd about the look
in his eyes. "Billy," she asked, quietly, "are you crying?"
He looked down for a moment, then wiped his eyes before looking at her
again. "Maybe a little. I was... really worried about you, you know.
We all were. The rest of the team's been constantly asking me about how
you've been doing. Now I'll finally have some good news to tell them."
She mirrored his soft smile, and took a deep breath, marveling at the lack
of pain. She could still tell that she was far from fully recovered, though:
even this short time awake had worn her out. "Why am I still so sleepy?"
she sighed.
"You're going to need that sleep to get better," Billy reminded
her. "Do you feel hungry?"
She considered this. "Not really. I don't feel much of anything."
He nodded. "Give that a little time." Here, finally, his expression
approached a frown. "Kat, why didn't you take better care of yourself
out there?"
"I was needed," she whispered. "There wasn't time to worry
about myself. Too much at stake."
He looked down. "No time to eat or drink anything for five days? No
time to demorph even long enough to sleep?"
Now she had to look away, unable to bear the expression on his face. "I
was worried that if I stopped to rest, I wouldn't be able to keep going."
"When you... came back here, repairing the damage to the operation
was just the beginning. You were dehydrated, malnourished... Katherine,
you nearly..."
"But you saved me," she smiled, weakly.
He looked into her eyes. "It was close," he whispered. "I
nearly lost you."
"But you didn't," she assured him. Her smile widened a small
amount. "Do you think for a moment, Billy Mitchell, that I would be
so rude as to die before we had a chance to talk again? I think you know
me better than that."
She had meant this to lighten the mood, but to her surprise, Billy reacted
by gently but firmly taking her in his arms and holding her very close
for a long while. She gradually got her arms to obey her long enough to
return his embrace.
"Don't you dare even think about that," he whispered. At length,
they broke, and he eased her back down onto the pillows. Before he could
move away, though, she leaned her face close to his and softly kissed his
cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I'm glad to know I was in good
hands." Quite suddenly, he looked more nervous than anything else,
and Katherine was amused in spite of herself.
"Get some rest," he bade her. "I'll be close by if you need
me."
"I don't doubt it," she whispered as she began to drift off again.
"G'night."
"Pleasant dreams."
* * *
Once Kat was sleeping soundly again, Billy finally left the living quarters
and returned to the Power Chamber. The globe-map showed that the five Rangers
were hard at work, fighting off the latest wave of spacecraft as handily
as the day this had all started, almost a full week before. All of them
had risen to the task. For a while, Billy listened to their transmissions,
the five working as a team to make sure that not a single invading craft
got through to attack the surface.
He was about to put out the call to them and let them know of the change
in Katherine's condition, but there was something else he felt he needed
to do first.
The cockpit of the Blue Lion was just a short teleportational jaunt away,
and as Billy appeared on the bridge, he first took a look at the Operations
station. Everything seemed to be running smoothly, and the repairs were
picking up speed dramatically. He imagined the ship would be at a hundred
percent within a day or two, which would be just in time. Its stored resources
would be almost completely exhausted, but that was something that could
be rectified.
Now both of his patients were recovering nicely. Before teleporting
out again, though, Billy took a long look around the mostly darkened bridge,
finally letting his gaze settle on the elevated pilot's chair. He closed
his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Thank you," he said aloud. "Thank you for helping me save
her." There was no answer, of course, but it made Billy feel better
to say it. He opened his eyes, smiled, then reset his controls to teleport
out. The other Rangers had waited long enough for the good news he now
had for them.
* * *
Siege, day eight
As it turned out, the Machine Empire's intensified attack on the
Earth had been a one-day ordeal, after which they settled back into old
patterns of attack, regroup, and so on. In response, the Rangers had fallen
back into similar patterns, among which were the "morning" meal
and news from the Power Chamber.
This morning, the news was largely good. Katherine was resting comfortably,
and it seemed that she was well on her way to a full recovery.
"Has she awakened again since that first time, Billy?" Tommy
asked the air around him. He was once again Adam's guest in the Bull zord,
sharing breakfast with his teammate.
"Not since then, no," Billy replied. "All of the medical
scans are really encouraging, though. She's going to be fine."
"That's good," Kimberly sighed, her voice adding itself to the
morning call.
Adam couldn't help but notice Tommy's features tighten somewhat at the
sound of her voice, but just as quickly, the expression passed. "How's
the rest of the world?" Adam asked, trying to steer the conversation
back.
"Well, unfortunately, there's some bad news there," Billy replied,
somewhat hesitantly. "Remember how I was saying this attack might
actually benefit the world in the long run, by bringing the various governments
together for the common cause?"
"Yeah, we remember," said Tanya. "What happened?"
"Nothing's happened yet, but..." Billy took an audible
breath before he went on. "Nothing's been confirmed yet, but the rumors
are circulating like wildfire that several of the major superpowers are
trying to work out an alliance, and turn all of their weapons on the Machine
Empire. They acknowledge that you guys are doing a miraculous job, but
they can also see that after a whole week, we haven't stopped Mondo's forces,
so they figure to end it their way."
Adam and Tommy looked up from their breakfast at one another, and Adam
saw that Tommy, too, had realized what Billy was driving at. "Nukes?"
Adam said.
"Yep," Billy sighed. "Which wouldn't work, of course. Once
any missiles left the silos, I'll bet Mondo could take control of them
and do whatever he wanted with them. And even if they did get through,
I don't even want to think about the repercussions of lighting off that
many nukes that close to the Earth's atmosphere."
"Oh, that's beautiful," Kimberly sighed, sounding frustrated.
"I wouldn't worry too much," Billy assured her. "Like I
said, it's largely rumors, and even if they were already planning a strike,
it'd probably take days to work it out to their mutual satisfaction. In
the meantime, I can make another broadcast that encourages them not to
go through with any such plans."
"Good idea, Billy," Tommy nodded. "Make sure you keep us
up to date on this one, man."
"Oh, I will, don't worry. But moving right along, for those of you
dying to know, it looks like it's going to be the Cardinals against the
Braves for the National League pennant, and the Yankees against the Orioles
for the American League. Sorry, Rocky."
Rocky let out an exaggerated sigh of frustration. "Well, at least
the Yankees are still in it. Hey, I've got an idea! Once we finish kicking
Mondo's tailpipes, how about we all try to make it to a game? I think we
deserve it!"
"You're on, Rock!" Tanya agreed.
"That's the spirit, Rocko," Tommy grinned.
"Hey, I gotta take my incentive wherever I can, okay?" Rocky
chuckled.
"I think that about wraps up the news, though," Billy went on.
"Except to say that now that Kat's feeling better, I'll be heading
into town for another supply run. Can I pick you up anything in particular?"
"Not as such for me," Adam frowned. "In fact, as much as
I appreciate you looking out for my being a vegetarian, I could do without
these soy-based breakfast sausages."
"Really?" Tommy asked, reaching across the small table to snatch
one of the sausages in question from Adam's plate and take a bite. "What's
wrong with 'em?"
"Well, with all due respect to the chef, they taste nasty."
"No they don't!" Tommy said, his mouth still full. "Hey,
Billy, don't listen to him. If he won't eat 'em, I will."
"I'll try to add a little variety this time," Billy laughed.
"Well, if that's it...."
"Hey, Billy, what about the other thing?" Kimberly interrupted.
"Yeah!" Rocky added. "And when do the rest of us get to
hear something about this Other Thing?"
Adam nodded to himself; he'd been wondering about that, too. He imagined
it had something to do with the ship that had crashed in the desert, but
as yet, Billy had been hush-hush with the details.
"Nothing much I can say. Look, I promise, I'll tell you everything
once the time is right. For now, though, I'd rather keep this particular
news under wraps just in case someone's listening in from orbit."
"I'm looking forward to it when it happens," Kimberly replied.
"That makes two of us," Billy agreed. "Okay, checking the
clocks, you've got twelve minutes to get to your controls, so I'll sign
off for now. Good luck, you guys."
"Mondo's the one that's gonna need the good luck," Rocky replied,
just before a small burst of static marked the end of the conference call.
Tommy took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm glad Kat's getting better,"
he said.
Adam nodded across the table at him. "Me too. I'm also glad Kimberly
showed up when she did."
"Yeah," Tommy nodded in reply, looking somewhat distant.
"I wonder if she plans on sticking around once the danger's passed?"
"Yeah," Tommy went on nodding, still staring off into space.
"Hey, Ground Control to Major Tom," Adam waved, trying to catch
his leader's eyes. "Don't zone out on me now, man."
Tommy collected himself, shaking his head to clear it. "Sorry. I've
just got a lot on my mind."
"About Kimberly?" Adam asked him.
"Yeah," Tommy repeated, frowning. "I mean, she's been back
for a couple of days, now, and we haven't had a second to talk, other than
planning out battle moves."
"Well, we've all been kind of busy."
"I know. I just hope we can talk once it's all over."
Adam studied Tommy's expression for a while. "You've still got it
pretty bad for her, don't you?"
Tommy looked up sharply, but then he had to nod in assent. "Yeah.
I guess so. Some kind of hero I am, huh? Kat might've died if it hadn't
been for Billy, and I can't get Kim out of my head."
"Well, what do you expect? She wrote you a 'Dear Tommy' letter, dumped
you with barely an explanation, and you never had any kind of closure,
am I right? Maybe talking to her would help."
"I don't think I could talk to her, though," Tommy sighed.
"If I see her again, I just know I'll want to try to make things work
out for us. I couldn't just nod my head and say 'Sure, seeya, bye,' without
wanting to try."
"Then try, for pity's sake!"
Tommy shook his head forcefully. "Man, I couldn't do that to Kat!
Especially after what she's been through in the last few days! She's been
so... good to me ever since Kim left. That'd be a fine way to pay her back."
Now it was Adam's turn to shake his head. Being a confidante for most of
the Rangers was not without its share of headaches, that much was certain.
"Well, would it be better to try to pursue things with Kat just because
you feel like you owe it to her, when what you really want to do is work
it out with Kimberly? Tom, you'd probably both wind up being miserable.
You have to do what's best for you this time, fearless leader. I think
Kat would want that." Besides, he added to himself, Kat's probably
not as hung up on you these days as you might think...
Quite suddenly, the comlink opened again. "Tommy, Adam, is everything
okay there?" Billy transmitted. "We're down to five minutes."
"Yeah, we're fine," Tommy shouted back. "I was just about
to teleport over to the Phoenix."
"Okay, just checking. Base out."
Tommy took another deep breath and sighed. "Thanks, man," he
said to Adam. "I'll think about that."
"Hey, always glad to lend an ear."
* * *
Billy finished loading the last bag of groceries into his truck, and was
about to return the shopping cart when a voice brought him short. "Hey,
Braino!"
He held in a sigh of frustration as he turned around to face the source
of the voice. It figured. Less than an hour back in Angel Grove after a
week in the Power Chamber, and he was going to have to deal with Bulk and
Skull.
The pair of former school bullies had pulled their two-man motorcycle up
in a nearby parking space behind Billy's truck, and were quickly sauntering
up to greet him. Billy noticed they were in their "work clothes,"
meaning shirt and tie, but had their characteristic leather jackets over
these minor concessions to respectability. "Hey, guys," he called
to them in a non-committal tone.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Mitchell," Bulk said in an overtly affected
businesslike tone. "We're glad to see you, aren't we, Skull?"
"Very much glad to see you," Skull agreed, using a similar tone.
"Why's that?" Billy asked, forcing himself to look perplexed.
"Hmm, what have we here?" Bulk asked, scanning the bags of groceries
piled in the back of the truck. "Stockpiling, are we?"
"Guys, that's really none of your business. Look, I'm in a hurry."
"Just a minute," Bulk warned, reaching to block Billy from reaching
the driver's-side door. "I think this is all most curious, don't you,
Skull?"
"Looks like a lot of groceries for just one person," Skull agreed.
"What's wrong, Billy? Don't feel like coming back for a while?"
"In case you haven't noticed, the whole world's under attack,"
Billy grated. "It never hurts to be ready for an emergency, okay?"
"Very true!" Bulk agreed. "But that was what we were wondering
about, you see. Ever since these attacks started, you've been nowhere to
be found. Not at Ernie's, not at any of the other normal hangouts where
we keep running into one another. Why is that, Mr. Mitchell?"
Billy didn't like where this line of questioning was going at all. "I
really don't have time for this," he said, firmly. He then politely
removed Bulk's hand from the handle and unlocked the door.
"Oh, we understand, don't we, Bulkie?" Skull grinned.
"Of course we do," Bulk said, conversationally. "After all,
he probably has to hurry to get back to the rest of the Power Rangers."
At this, Billy couldn't help but flinch, though he immediately wished he
hadn't, as it made Bulk pounce. "I was right!" he said, his officious
voice now becoming an astounded whisper. "I was right, wasn't I?"
"Hey, it was my idea!" Skull shouted.
Billy very slowly turned to look at them. Skull was looking hurt by Bulk's
stealing his idea, and Bulk himself was peering intently at Billy, his
expression half surprised and half victorious.
"What do you want?" Billy asked them in a small, hard voice.
Bulk and Skull looked at one another, then gathered their composure. "We
shouldn't talk here," Bulk nodded, sagely. "Public place and
all. You know?"
"Get in," Billy growled. He then swung himself into the cab of
the truck and reached over to unlock the other door. Bulk and Skull hurried
over to the other side, then crowded in and closed the door behind them.
"How much do you know?" Billy asked, carefully.
Bulk and Skull exchanged glances, but it was Bulk who spoke. "Well,
if you remember, we've been trying to find out the identities of the Power
Rangers for a long time. Kind of a hobby, I guess."
"Go on," Billy nodded.
"Well, Skull here had been suspecting Tommy for a while." Skull
nodded affirmation. "We've watched him work out at the Youth Center
a lot, and his moves are just about the best, so it made sense that he
might be one of the Power Rangers. Then we started thinking that maybe
your whole gang was involved, since you guys are always hanging
out together."
"Yeah," Skull nodded, picking up the narration. "So last
week, the Earth gets attacked, and the Power Rangers announce that they're
on round-the-clock duty to fight the bad guys, right?"
"Right," Bulk agreed.
"But school doesn't get cancelled, even with the emergency. A few
people don't show up to school, because maybe they were out of town when
the invasion started and now they can't get back, right?"
"Right," Bulk repeated.
"But this is just a few unrelated cases. Yet strangely enough, all
of you guys vanished at the same time, and no one, and I mean no
one, knows where you went to. You don't come to the Youth Center, you don't
come to school... well, they don't come to school, 'cause of course
you already graduated... we knew that... and so I said to Bulkie-"
"We agreed," Bulk interrupted, "that you guys were
probably the Power Rangers. Pretty good bit of detective work, eh?"
Billy had to hand it to them. The most inept detectives he'd ever met,
but they'd figured it out. And he'd blown it by reacting to them.
"Now, don't worry, we haven't told anyone our theory," Bulk assured
Billy, giving him a conspiratorial nod. "Your secret's safe with us."
"I'm glad to hear it," Billy replied. "So what do you want?"
The two detectives exchanged glances again, looking for all the world as
though they were conferring in a language only they could understand. Then,
Bulk looked at Billy with the most serious expression Billy could remember
ever seeing from his former tormentor. "We want to help. That's all,
really."
"I mean, we're not superheroes like you guys, but we are pretty
good detectives," Skull added. "Besides, Detective Stone was
visiting family in New Jersey last weekend, and now he's stuck out there,
so we're out of work until the aliens go away."
Billy was frankly shocked at their sincerity, as he never would have expected
them to display such an honest willingness to help. "You guys are
serious, aren't you?" They again looked first to one another, then
nodded in unison. An idea dawned. "Okay. There is something
you could do to help us, and it would require your skills as detectives."
Bulk and Skull brightened, smiling widely. "But it might also be dangerous
and difficult work."
Their faces fell at the word "dangerous," but they seemed to
find some form of resolve. "We can handle it," Bulk nodded.
"Okay. I want you guys to go home and do some packing. Pack up a couple
of changes of clothes and whatever else you might need for a two- or three-day
trip, but try to keep it to one bag. Then meet me out by the lake, and
I'll take you out to our headquarters to explain the assignment."
They seemed perhaps a bit too excited at the idea of seeing the Power Rangers'
headquarters, but made a concerted effort to hold it in. "You won't
regret this," Skull grinned.
"Come on, let's get moving!" Bulk nodded. He then gave Billy
a clumsy salute, and piled out of the truck behind Skull.
Billy took the latest in a series of centering breaths and ran his hands
back through his hair. For the first time all week, he found himself glad
that Zordon had no way of knowing what was going on. How on Earth would
Billy explain this little mess?
* * *
With a triple burst of energy, Billy, Bulk and Skull teleported into the
Power Chamber, the latter two each carrying a duffel bag filled to bursting
with "necessities." "This," Billy announced to his
two guests, "is the Power Chamber. First thing you have to know is
not to touch anything. Most of these computers are doing very important
work, and mustn't be interrupted."
He led the two gaping detectives to the hologram-projector, and showed
them the tactical image of the Earth. "From here, we monitor the attack,
and the positions of the zords."
"Too cool," Skull whispered, staring wide-eyed at the three-
dimensional map.
"Say, Billy, how come you're not out there with the rest of 'em?"
Bulk asked.
It was a legitimate question, really. Bulk had no way of knowing. "Because
I don't have my powers anymore," Billy said, patiently. "I lost
them about a year ago. Since then, I've done all my work for the team from
here."
"Oh," Bulk nodded, looking a mix of confused and sympathetic.
"Sorry, man."
"Don't worry about it," Billy started to say, but another voice
came first.
"Billy, who are you talking... Oh!"
Billy, Bulk and Skull all looked over to the source of this voice. It was
Katherine, standing in the mouth of the hallway leading to the quarters,
looking at the three with wide eyes. She was dressed in Billy's robe, and
had her hair wrapped in a towel.
"Oh, hey, Kat!" Skull waved, apparently not surprised by her
presence. "Told you she was one of 'em," he added as an aside
to Bulk.
"Hello, Eugene," she nodded, giving him a small smile. She then
turned to Billy and raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"Katherine, you've met Bulk and Skull, of course," Billy said,
lamely.
"I'll bet she's the Pink Ranger, right?" Bulk asked Billy.
"Naw!" Skull disagreed. "Kimberly's gotta be the Pink Ranger!"
"Kimberly moved to Florida, numbskull."
"Oh. Yeah."
"Actually, you're both right," Katherine said, approaching the
little confab slowly, tightening the sash of the robe around herself. "Well,
sort of, anyway." She gave Billy a humored smile, implying that she
was still pretty surprised, but was really looking forward to hearing Billy's
explanation for this development.
"That's right," Billy nodded, deciding to press on. "Kimberly
was the first Pink Ranger, then Katherine took her place. Unfortunately,
Kat's been... ill, so Kimberly had to take over being the Pink Ranger again
for the time being."
"Cool!" Skull grinned, apparently delighted to know that Kimberly
was connected with all of this. He immediately caught himself, though,
and shot an apologetic look to Katherine. "I mean, not cool that you're
sick, just..."
"I know what you meant," she assured him.
"But anyway," Billy went on, wrenching things back to the topic
at hand, "the rest of the Rangers could probably use a little relief
themselves. That's where you guys come in."
Bulk's eyes grew to the size of saucers. "You... you mean you want
US to use the zords?"
"No," Billy said, simply.
"Oh," Bulk replied, looking both crestfallen and relieved. "Then
what?"
"Do you guys remember Jason, Trini and Zack?"
"Yeah, sure," Skull shrugged. "What about 'em?"
"Well, they were three of the original Power Rangers, along with Kimberly
and myself. They had to give up their powers when they went to the peace
conferences in Switzerland. Also, do you remember Aisha?"
"Do I ever," Skull grinned, nudging Bulk with one elbow. "R-r-r-
rowr!"
"Skull, this is serious!" Bulk hissed. "Is she another former
Power Ranger?" he then asked Billy.
"Right you are. Now, guys, I don't mean anything personal about not
wanting you guys to help us with the actual fight. It's just that the four
of them have past experience with zords, and if they were here, they could
take over and give the current Rangers a much-needed rest."
"So... you want us to find 'em?" Skull asked, picking up on Billy's
intentions.
"That's exactly what I want you to do," Billy smiled. "Now,
do either one of you speak French?"
The two looked at one another uneasily, then Bulk cleared his throat. "Uh,
I know a little French."
Skull shot him an astonished look. "When did you take French?"
"Same time you took Classical Music," Bulk grumbled.
"Well, do you remember enough of it to get by?" Billy pressed.
"Uh, sure. I mean, oui."
"Why?" Skull asked.
"No, no, it's 'oui,'" Bulk corrected him.
"No, I mean why do you have to know French?"
"Because one of you is going to have to go to Switzerland to find
Jason, Zack and Trini," Billy explained. "They should be staying
at the International University in Geneva, and speaking French would be
a big help."
"Wait, you said 'one of us,'" Skull objected. "What do you
mean by that?"
"I mean that one of you needs to go to Switzerland while the other
goes to Africa and finds Aisha."
"You mean you need us to..." Bulk started.
"Split up?" Skull finished for him, aghast at the very idea.
There was a running joke about Bulk and Skull that had its origins in the
Mythology unit of the sophomore Literature class at AGHS. One of the myths
spoke of three witches who only had one eye to use between them, and had
to take turns with it. The joke, then, was that Bulk and Skull only had
one brain between them, which was why they were always hanging around together:
they never knew which one of them was going to need it at any given time.
"Yes, I need you to split up," Billy said, gently. "We need
all four of them back. Now, it looks like you'd be best suited for Geneva,
Bulk, and Skull, you'd be our man to go to Africa. Whatever detective work
you need to do to find them, that's up to you."
"Well, how do we get there?" Skull asked. "No airplanes,
remember?"
"I can get you there the same way I got you here."
"And how do we get back?" Bulk asked, taking the brain back from
his partner.
"Funny you should ask," Billy nodded. He then went over to one
of the computer consoles and typed in a code on a numeric keypad. A panel
slid open, and he took out two wrist communicators. He handed one to each
of them. "When you find the other Rangers, you need to use these to
call back to the base and let us know. Then, we can bring all of you back.
Also, if you run into any serious danger, call in and we can get you out
of whatever it is. Most importantly, don't lose them, because if you do,
we have no way to track you, or to get you back."
Bulk studied his carefully as he strapped it on. "This explains why
all of you guys had the same bracelets," he nodded.
"Hey, Bulkie, d'ya think this makes us honorary Power Rangers now?"
Billy shrugged. "If you'd like. Guys, this is all very serious. I
hope you realize how much trust we're putting in you, and how much we're
counting on you to come through. Now, you said you wanted to help. Can
you handle this assignment?"
There was another long moment of silent conferring between the two, further
advancing the single-brain theory, then they turned back to Billy and nodded.
"We're ready," they said in unison.
From there, Billy ran them through a few details, concerning the University
in Geneva and the tribe with which Aisha was staying. He also gave them
some cash to cover expenses (not that Skull would really need it), handed
Bulk an English-French dictionary he'd brought from home, and sent them
on their respective paths, teleporting Bulk to Geneva and Skull to the
Serengeti.
Only when they were gone did Billy dare to look at Katherine. To his partial
surprise, she grinned hugely and applauded him.
"Thanks," he sighed.
She gave him that impish grin that she'd used on him so often of late.
"I think you handled that very well, all things considered. I'm going
to assume they found us out, though, and not that you told them. Am I correct?"
"You are," he nodded. "They honestly wanted to help."
"Do you think they'll find the others?" she asked, more seriously
this time.
"If they do, then great. If they don't, we're no better off than before,
really. I just hope they don't get hurt along the way."
"Those boys have a knack for escaping from whatever trouble they inevitably
get into," she noted. "They'll be all right." Her grin returned.
"Though I wish I could be around when Skull tries to convince Aisha
that he's there on official Power Rangers business."
"Kat, how am I going to explain this to Tommy and the others?"
"I'm sure you'll think of something," she smirked, crossing over
to where he stood and leaning on a nearby console. She smelled vaguely
of shampoo, Billy noticed.
He wished he had more time to properly appreciate the irony of seeing Kat
wearing his robe, but there were, as always, more pressing concerns. "You
know, you really shouldn't be out of bed."
"I had to have a shower," she shrugged. "After you left
for your shopping run, I thought I'd give it a try. I'm really feeling
a lot stronger, you know."
He nodded slowly. "I know. Just... please don't even think about going
back to the fight yet."
"I know better than that," she assured him. "To be honest,
being out of bed even this long has been exhausting. But maybe by the time
Bulk and Skull get back with the others, I'll be able to take over for
Kim again."
"Maybe," he agreed.
A long moment passed, and Billy had to force himself not to stare at her.
"I, ah, need to get back to my place and pick up the groceries. Is
there anything I can get for you?"
"Well, some clothes, maybe," she shrugged. "Your robe is
very comfortable, but I could use something a bit more substantial, and
I don't think any of the things Kim left behind would fit me."
Billy's mind treated him to some interesting images at this request, but
he forced them back. "Right. I'll, um, pick up some things from your
place, then."
"Thank you," she smiled. "I'd appreciate that."
"You're welcome. I'll be back in a few minutes. Oh, and when I get
back, I'd like to introduce you to a new friend."
"Oh?" she asked, giving him a quizzical look.
"Mm hmm. She's the one who made it possible for me to help you, in
fact."
"Is she, now? And what would her name be?"
"Blue Lion," he smiled.
She widened her eyes slightly. "Really? Consider me suitably intrigued."
"I'll explain it all when I get back."
He started to set his wrist unit to teleport out, but Katherine's voice
stopped him. "Billy, wait."
Billy looked up to see her slowly cross the space between them. "There's
something I promised myself I'd do once I was strong enough to stand up
again," she said, quietly.
"What's that?" he asked.
In reply, she held out her arms, and took Billy into a warm embrace. He
was somewhat surprised, to say the least, but carefully put his arms around
her and held her in return, enjoying the feel of having her this close,
and knowing that she was all right.
They held one another for a long time. There were still several million
things to do, but at that moment, they could all wait.
Eventually, they broke a small amount, and Katherine placed her forehead
against his, keeping her eyes closed. "I... was dreaming, before I
woke up, but I think what I was really doing was remembering more of what
happened after I came back to the Power Chamber. You... saved my life.
There's no other way to describe it."
"We save each other's lives all the time," he whispered. "It's
part of the business."
"Maybe, but not the way that you did." She opened her eyes to
gaze into his own. "I'll never forget that. Not ever."
There and then, with Katherine in his arms and her eyes meeting his, Billy
nearly told her everything. He nearly told her how he'd been admiring her
from afar for so many months. He nearly told her how much he'd dreamed
of holding her, as he was now. He nearly told her of the fear and despair
that had gripped him as he'd held her, dying, in his arms, and of the clarity
that had come after, once he realized that he could not and would not let
her go. He nearly told her how much it meant to feel her next to him, alive
and well.
Instead, though, he kissed her on the forehead. "I need to go,"
he whispered.
"Hurry back," she whispered in reply.
Chapter Six: If You Gotta Go, Go Now
It didn't take Bulk very long at all to get lost on the sprawling campus
of the International University in Geneva. In spite of the act he'd put
on for Billy (and Skull, for that matter), he really wasn't sure where
to begin trying to find three exchange students in this enormous school.
Billy had said that this was where the student peace conference delegates
were being housed, though, so they had to be somewhere.
What was needed, then, was some detective work. For the first couple of
hours, this involved going from building to building, reading signs, and
looking up translations in the dictionary Billy had given him. Pretty soon,
he found his way to a cluster of student dormitories. Deciding that one
would be as good as another, he straightened his tie and strode in, trying
his best to look like he knew what he was doing.
There was a decent amount of foot traffic on the bottom floor, so Bulk
had to weave his way through the bustle to find his objective: an information
desk. This particular desk was being staffed by a rather attractive young
woman (young being a relative term, as she was probably three or four years
older than Bulk) with wavy brown hair and a beautiful smile which she turned
on him as he approached. "Bonjour, m'sieu."
"Uh, bonjour," he smiled, nervously. Bad enough he was going
to have to make a fool of himself trying to speak the language; now he
was going to have to do so in front of a nice-looking girl.
She looked at him questioningly, obviously waiting for him to ask the questions.
Bulk wracked his brains for a moment, then remembered something he'd been
told by Madame Loiseau, his French teacher back in school. "Uh, pardonnez-moi,
mais je parle francais comme une vache espagnole."
The girl burst out laughing, but it seemed like friendly laughter rather
than derisive laughter, the latter of which Bulk was far more used to hearing.
"Quelle dommage," she grinned. "Vous etes Americain, n'est-
ce pas?"
"Uh, oui. Uh, je m'appelle... Bulk."
This got him another burst of laughter, which she quickly contained. "Bonjour,
Bulk. Je m'appelle Muriel. Qu'est-ce que vous desirez?"
Bulk quickly consulted his dictionary, while Muriel watched him with a
patient, humored smile. "Uh, je chercher pour... three... no, trois...
etudiantes Americain... Ils sont ici pour les..." He drew a blank.
"...Peace conferences," he finished, lamely.
"What are their names?" Muriel asked.
"Well, they're..." he started, then did a double-take. "Wait
a second. You speak English?"
"It is helpful in this job to know more than one language," she
smiled. Her English was a little stilted, but was certainly a lot better
than Bulk's French.
"Why didn't you tell me right off?"
"Because you were trying so hard," she giggled. "So you're
looking for three American students who came here for the peace conferences,
yes?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"University students?"
"Uh, no. High school."
"Aha," she nodded, reaching down behind the desk to pick up a
looseleaf binder. "They do not stay in this dormitory, but I can check
the roster for you. Though they may not be here."
"Why not?" Bulk asked, creasing his forehead.
"Because many of the delegates have left for the protest. What are
their names?"
"Well, their names are Jason Lee, Trini Kwan, and Zack... uh... Taylor,
I'm pretty sure." He wondered what protest she could be referring
to.
Muriel scanned through the pages in the binder (with his keen detective's
insight, Bulk deduced them to be lists of the students housed in the dorms),
looking for each name in turn. She then shook her head. "I'm sorry,
Bulk, but according to my lists, all three of them have gone for the protest."
"What kind of protest?" he asked.
"A large number of the delegates will be traveling to the United Nations
to protest the use of nuclear weapons against the aliens. Most of them
left this morning by train."
"The U.N., that's in...." He groped for an answer.
"New York," she finished for him.
There was something wrong with that logic. "And they took a train?"
"They are taking the train to Marseille, and then will be crossing
on an ocean liner. Since there is still no air travel, that is the only
way." She frowned. "I wanted to go, too, but they had to restrict
it to delegates."
"And when did this train leave?" he asked.
"This morning. No more than a few hours ago, in fact."
Bulk nodded a few times, hoping that this would knock a few ideas loose.
Obviously, he was going to need to head them off at the pass, which was
something he wouldn't be able to do from here. "Merci beaucoup, chere
Muriel," he said with as much of an accent as he could muster, sketching
a small bow. "You've been a big help."
"De rien," she smiled. "And do keep practicing your French.
You're off to a good start."
"Thanks," he nodded, bowing again. He bowed a couple more times
as he backed off, then hustled out of the lobby as fast as the foot traffic
would allow.
Once outside, he ducked to the side of the dorm and punched the send button
on his wrist communicator. "Bulk Ranger to base. Come in, base."
His only answer was a sort of distant static. Bulk tapped the communicator
a couple of times, then pressed the button again. "Bulk to Billy.
Hey, Billy, are you there?" Still, no answer came. "Billy! Katherine!
Anyone! This is Bulk! I found out where they're going, and I need you to
send me there! Come in!"
A few students walked by and looked at him strangely, so he pretended he
was just peering really closely at his watch. He waited several long moments
for an answer, but there was none. The communicator was making a sound
not unlike Skull's old CB radio when no one "had their ears on"
out there.
With a sinking feeling, Bulk realized that something had gone wrong. Maybe
Billy had been called away from the base, or maybe he was out of signal
range. Either way, it didn't look like anyone was going to be able to transport
Bulk ahead of Jason and the others. Which meant that if he wanted to complete
his mission, he'd have to find another way on his own.
Pausing to again straighten his tie out of habit, Bulk proceeded to retrace
his steps back into the dorm, and up to the information desk. Muriel gave
him a puzzled, if still friendly expression. "Is there something else
I can do for you, M'sieu Bulk?"
"As a matter of fact, yes," he nodded. "Now, the train with
the delegates left this morning, right?"
She nodded. "Oui."
"Well... is there any other way to get where they're going other than
by train? It's really important that I find those three before they get
on that ship."
* * *
"So... this is the ship that crashed in the desert?" Katherine
asked, looking way up at Blue Lion from the hangar floor.
"It sure is," Billy nodded, standing beside her. "She was
in pretty bad shape when she went down, but she's nearly back to a hundred
percent."
Katherine gave him a humored look. "Tell me something. Why do you
keep referring to this ship as being 'she?' Is this like the nautical tradition
of sailors referring to their ship as a she?"
"No, no, not like that," Billy nodded, looking somewhat flustered
by the question. "No, it's a little more esoteric than that. I don't
really know how to explain it. There's just something about the Blue Lion
that's... female, somehow."
"Do you know more than the rest of us about spaceship anatomy, then?"
she chuckled.
Billy frowned. "No, it's nothing like that, either. It's more like...."
Recognizing that he was being quite serious, Katherine's smile faded. "Like
what?"
"Like a presence. I don't know. This ship runs off of a very intense
neural interface with the pilot. Maybe the previous pilot was a woman,
and I'm picking up echoes of that from the ship itself. But there's no
doubt in my mind that she's... a she."
Katherine nodded slowly. "All right, I'll accept that," she smiled.
She then turned to look up at the lion's immobile face. "How is it,
then, that she helped you save me?"
Billy paused, looking more uncomfortable as her questioning continued.
"Well, when I first interfaced, I was pretty well inundated with more
data than I could sort out all at once. I got a feel for every part of
the ship, and what each part was capable of. I think that the medical knowledge
of the sick bay computers must have been part of the knowledge that I couldn't
grasp right away, but when I needed it, it came to me like a post-hypnotic
suggestion. I knew that I had to bring you to the sick bay, I knew how
to sterilize the environment, and I knew how to...."
He paused, and then rather than finish that thought, he looked over at
her and met her eyes. "All of that's pretty scary, come to think of
it. I don't know what else the interface might have planted in my mind,
or how much it might have taken out. But at the same time I don't think
she could ever hurt me."
Katherine studied his thoughtful expression for a while, then looked back
to the lion. "She IS a beautiful ship," she said at last. "The
question is, what do you intend to do with her?"
Billy sighed. "That's something we don't need to decide right now."
* * *
Skull had gone from the high-tech wonder of the Power Rangers' base into
what he guessed to be a rerun of "Wild Kingdom." He knew a little
bit about Africa. He'd seen safari movies. He'd watched National Geographic
on weekends when there was nothing else on. He'd even seen "The Lion
King" seven times, so he was sure he could get by in the wild, so
long as he stayed away from those crazy hyenas.
The only problem was that he hadn't seen a single human being since he'd
appeared. It was looking more and more like Billy had been a little off
on the landing site, but when Skull had tried to call back in, there had
been no answer, and he realized that some kind of interference was keeping
him from calling in. Probably sunspots, or maybe the aliens were causing
something. So now he was stuck in the middle of the Serengeti with no way
back, and not a human in sight. He still wanted to find Aisha, but more
out of self-preservation at this point than desire to complete his mission
for the Power Rangers.
So he'd set off toward what he hoped was the west (the sun seemed to be
heading that way), trying to pass the time any way he could. At first he'd
just hummed, but after about an hour under the sun, he'd switched to making
up songs with whatever lyrics came to mind. All the thoughts of geography
had put him in mind of that show "Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego,"
and so he started trying to sing the theme song, but he couldn't remember
the words. He settled for just singing the part of the song that contained
the title, but replacing the name Carmen Sandiego with the name Aisha Campbell.
But of course, Aisha's name had one too few syllables, so he had to try
something else. Eventually, he surmised that if he clapped where the first
syllable should have been, it would fit.
He had just sung "Where - In The World - Is - (CLAP!) A - i - sha
Camp - bell" for about the thirtieth time when he saw someone approaching.
Finally, a human being! Skull picked up the pace and headed toward the
distant figure, giving what he hoped was a friendly wave.
The person turned out to be a very tall black man wearing comparatively
little clothing. At first Skull thought he really HAD walked into an episode
of National Geographic, but there was something odd about this bushman.
The wristwatch was his first clue.
"Hey, how's it goin', man?" Skull grinned, raising his hand in
greeting. "I bet you're wondering how I got out here in the middle
of nowhere like this, aren'tcha?"
The man gave him a questioning look.
"Uh... you don't speak English, do you?" Skull asked. No reply,
except that the man's brow furrowed further. "What we have here is
a failure to communicate," Skull nodded. "Okay, lemme try this."
He slapped his chest a couple of times. "Skull. Me Skull." He
then realized that this sounded like a bad Tarzan movie, so he tried a
different angle. "I," he began, pointing to himself, "am
looking," he mimed holding binoculars to his eyes and scanning the
landscape, "for my friend." With that, he clasped his hands over
his heart. "Her name's Aisha Campbell."
This, finally, got a response. "Aisha?" the man repeated in a
deep voice.
"Yeah!" Skull nodded. "Aisha! I'm looking for Aisha!"
He added the appropriate gestures. "Do you know where Aisha is?"
The big man studied him carefully for a moment, then pointed over his shoulder.
He then said a sentence in a language Skull couldn't identify, but the
word "Aisha" was part of it.
"Aisha?" Skull repeated, pointing in the same direction.
"Aisha," the man nodded, simply. He then waved for Skull to follow,
and started back the way he'd come. Lacking an alternative, Skull followed.
They walked for at least two or three hours more, during which time Skull
was treated to the best wild-animal show he'd ever encountered. No zoo
could match the sights he saw on the plains. Giraffes, gazelles, zebras,
other four-legged beasties he didn't recognize, and even at one point a
lion. Several times he'd been ready to bolt for cover, but his guide didn't
seem to find the presence of the animals to be either threatening or distracting.
Skull imagined the animals left him alone since he was native, and resolved
to walk in his guide's footsteps as precisely as possible, in hopes that
they would think he was, too.
Finally, the mystery guide led Skull to a campsite, or more accurately
a temporary village, built up on high ground. A couple dozen people seemed
to live here, and he got a lot of interesting looks as he was led into
camp.
"Say, is this where Aisha is?" Skull asked his guide. The man
didn't answer. Instead, he led Skull to a huge fire ring made of stones,
where an older lady was tending the low flames. The guide proceeded to
tell her something in whatever language it was he spoke, after which he
indicated Skull.
To Skull's partial surprise, the lady gave him a huge, warm smile, then
spoke to him in barely accented English. "Welcome, child."
"You speak English?" Skull grinned. "Great! No offense to
your friend here, but he and I just weren't communicating too much."
"This is my grandson, Kijana," the woman smiled. "My name
is Ishala."
"Pleased to meetcha," Skull grinned, shaking first Kijana's hand,
then Ishala's. "My name's Skull. Uh, well, it's really Eugene, but
my friends all call me Skull."
"Then I shall call you Skull," she nodded, as if she didn't find
his nickname odd in the least. "Kijana says you're looking for Aisha."
"Yeah, that's right. I'm a friend of hers from America, and it's real
important I find her. Some friends back home need her help."
For the first time, Ishala's features fell into a thoughtful frown. She
then gathered Skull close with one arm and led him to one of the huts in
the temporary village. "Come, child, and tell Ishala everything."
The hut was small and dark, but somewhat homey. Skull made himself comfortable
opposite Ishala, then tried to think of how to put this. "Well, you
see..." he began.
"Does this have to do with Tanya?" Ishala interrupted.
Skull blinked a couple of times. "Yeah, actually, it does! Well, Tanya's
one of the people involved, anyway. They need Aisha's help. Do you know
Tanya?"
"She lived with us years ago," Ishala replied. "She was
orphaned when her parents were lost on an expedition, so we made her one
of our children. Now tell me, Skull, these friends... are they the ones
who use the talisman crystals for the good of the world?"
Again, Skull had to process this a moment. "I think so. You mean the
Power Rangers, right?"
"Yes," Ishala nodded. "Aisha told me much about her heroic
friends and their deeds. And do they need Aisha's help now?"
"Yeah, they do. Y'see, the Power Rangers have been fighting these
aliens for about a week straight, and they're all pretty worn out, so they're
calling in backup."
"Then this is a good sign," Ishala smiled, warmly. "For
you see, child, Aisha is not here. She and several of our family have left
on a long journey. We have learned that there is a great fire at the top
of the Ahaggar Mountains, where one of these heroes defends our lands.
Aisha shall go to them."
In some ways, Skull had found communicating with Kijana easier than this.
But then the facts clicked in his mind as he remembered what he'd seen
on Billy's holo-globe. "Oh, you mean the zord! Yeah, one of the zords
is on a mountain way north of here. In fact, I think that's Tanya up there!"
"Then the children shall be reunited," Ishala sighed, happily.
"I am proud to know that Tanya is still watching over our lands."
Skull thought about this for a second. He'd taken a pretty close look at
the globe before leaving, and he seemed to remember that there was about
half the continent of Africa between where he'd been dropped and where
Tanya's zord was. "So, exactly how far is it to these mountains?"
he asked.
"Oh, the mountain is too far to reach on foot," Ishala replied.
"They will be walking to Nairobi."
"Nairobi?" Skull asked, at a loss.
"The capital city," Ishala elaborated.
Skull very nearly expressed his surprise that there would be cities here,
but he quickly realized this would probably be a bad move. He'd been so
caught up in the safari atmosphere that he'd never considered the possibility
that civilization would be anywhere close to this idyllic landscape. "Um,
this may sound like a weird question, but what country am I in, anyway?"
"Kenya," Ishala smiled. "Nairobi is two days' walk, and
they left yesterday. They will visit my brother, who still lives there,
and will take one of his automobiles to reach the mountain."
"Oh," Skull nodded, thoughtfully. "Well, I'd better catch
up with her, then. I don't think we can wait for her to get to the zord
on her own. Do you... think you could point out the way they went?"
"I will send Kijana with you!" Ishala smiled hugely. "He
will guide you in their tracks. But you will have to move swiftly to overtake
them, Skull. They have a day's walk on you already."
Skull winced. "So, just me and Kijana? No one else? Like... anyone
who speaks English, maybe? No offense, of course."
"We can spare no more than one," she replied, waving the rest
aside. "And Kijana is a good guide. I will tell him all he needs to
know, and he will show you the way."
"Cool," Skull nodded.
* * *
Siege, day nine
"Kat? C'mon, Kat, wake up."
Katherine stirred awake as a hand gently grasped her shoulder and shook
her slightly. She blinked a few times to focus, then realized that it was
Billy, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her.
Then, she noticed the way he was dressed. He was wearing some sort of skintight
white uniform, not unlike the Power Ranger armor, with a broad blue V around
the collar and across the shoulders, blue shoulder and elbow padding, a
black belt with a diamond-shaped golden buckle, and an oval-shaped insignia
over the left side of his chest. "That's a new look for you,"
she yawned.
"Kat, could you get dressed and meet me out in the Power Chamber?"
he asked. His expression was dead serious, in spite of Kat's attempt at
humor.
"Sure," she agreed. "I'll just be a minute." He nodded,
then rose and left the quarters without a word. Katherine watched him go,
then quickly got out of bed, put on a shirt and a pair of knee-length shorts
(wincing a few times as she did: she didn't quite have full range of motion
yet), then headed barefoot into the Power Chamber.
Billy was at the main console, typing away. Katherine noticed that a blue
helmet with a lightly tinted full-face visor had been propped up next to
his boom box. She came around beside him and studied the uniform for a
while before she spoke.
"Where did you find that?"
"In the pilot's quarters on board Blue Lion. There were a few of them,
but this one looked like it would fit the best."
"You're going out there, then, aren't you?"
He sighed. "Yeah. I wasn't planning on going this soon, but I think
now's the best time."
"Why?" she asked, gently.
He turned to face her, leaning back against the console. "A few reasons,
really. For one thing, I'm getting more worried about the whole nuclear
assault idea. I've been listening in on some things I probably shouldn't
have been, and let's just say they're a lot closer to making that choice
than I would have thought."
He then brought up a display on the viewer and pointed it out. The readout
showed five bar-graphs, each one representing one of the Ranger colors.
The red bar was much shorter than the others, and was flashing. "Reason
number two is the Phoenix. The damage it took against the robeast took
a lot of its power to fix. Even assuming that Tommy can fly as well as
he has been flying, taking as little damage as possible from the
fighters, that zord will be completely drained of power in about three
days. On our limited power, we can't recharge it, and once it runs out
of energy, all we'll have left for Tommy is the Red BattleZord, which can't
cover nearly the same ground as the Phoenix. We'll get swarmed within a
day, even with everyone working at their best."
"That soon?" Katherine asked.
He nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so. But on top of that, I've lost contact
with Bulk and Skull."
"What happened to them?!" Katherine asked, tensing.
"Nothing, as far as I know. I hope they're all right, anyway. It was
a stupid oversight on my part. You know how we've been running on such
a limited power base lately?"
"Right, the same reason we can't recharge the Phoenix."
"Exactly. Well, the power's also so low that I can't get a lock on
their communicators. Contacting the zords works because the zords have
so much internal power backing the communication systems, but those remote
communicators Bulk and Skull are wearing don't put out enough power for
me to find them at that distance in our weakened state. Until we can get
rid of what's blocking Zordon, Alpha and a large part of our power supply,
we won't be able to find them, and even if they DO locate the rest of the
old Rangers, they can't call in to teleport back. I basically sent them
out there into foreign environments with no chance for backup."
He was obviously very upset with himself for this. Katherine put a comforting
hand on his shoulder. "Don't blame yourself," she whispered.
"It was an honest mistake. Billy, you've been holding this entire
defense together pretty much single-handedly. You're entitled the occasional
lapse. Besides, like I told you before, those boys have a knack for getting
out of danger."
"I hope you're right," he said, looking down.
After a pause, she reached to place her hand under his chin and turn his
face upward to look at her. "So," she said, conversationally,
"when do we go?"
He shook his head. "We don't go anywhere. You still need another
couple of days, or you'll strain yourself again, and this time it'd probably
be plenty worse."
"But you could probably use a good gunner," she pointed out.
"That's as may be, but we're still facing the same situation we had
before. Someone needs to hold the fort here. I've pretty much done all
I can from the technical standpoint, so now we need someone here in case
of an emergency, or in case Bulk and Skull manage to get through somehow,
or in case Jason or Aisha or any of the others miraculously show up here
on their own. We can't leave the Power Chamber unoccupied, and quite frankly,
I know Blue Lion a lot better than you. I need you here, Kat." He
stopped himself before he could say anything more.
She shook her head, frustrated at this. "Yes, I know, you're right.
Someone needs to stay. That doesn't mean I have to like it, though."
"I don't like it much either," he smiled, softly. "I'd love
to have you out there with me. I think we'd be a pretty good team."
She couldn't help but smile in reply, but then she looked away, unable
to meet his eyes.
"Anyway," he went on, "I wanted a chance to run you through
the morning routine. I've been getting up an hour before each attack so
that I have time to check things out, then cook breakfast in time to put
out the wakeup call twenty-five minutes before zero hour. This morning's
cooking's already done, and I've stocked up on everything, so there should
be several days' worth of supplies. This clock here keeps track of assault
times and rest times, so you'll always know how long you have before, after
and during each attack wave. Zero and Eric should remain on automatic guidance
and firing without need for any further adjustments. And of course you
know how to use the main terminal, right?"
Here, Katherine looked up at him again and stared, wide-eyed. "Why
are you talking like that?" she whispered.
"Like what?" he asked, puzzled.
"Like you aren't coming back!"
Now it was his turn to look away. "You saw how the Machine Empire
turned all of its forces on the lion as soon as she arrived, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"That's probably going to happen again. Mind you, I think we'll do
a lot better with a pilot at the helm, but the odds are still going to
be well stacked against me. I just want you to be ready in case...."
"In case nothing!" she all but shouted. "Don't think about
that! You asked me not to even think about dying, so don't you go doing
the same! You're not going out there to die." After a pause, she added
"I won't let you."
There was a long silence, during which Billy looked anywhere but at Katherine.
Finally, he turned to her again. "Kat, I..."
Before he could say anything more, she stepped forward and embraced him
fiercely. They stood like that for a long while, until the console beeped
out three short tones.
Billy broke from her slightly. "It's time to put out the call to the
Rangers."
She nodded. "You'll come back," she warned him, "or I will
personally make you regret it."
"How?" he asked.
In response, she turned her face slightly to one side, leaned forward in
his arms, and kissed him, very gently. "Now," she said, after
they broke, "if you don't come back, you'll never know what that was
all about, will you?"
"I guess you've got a point there," he whispered, looking surprised
and maybe a little scared.
"Let's call the others," she reminded him.
"Right." He reluctantly released her from his embrace and turned
to the console. He switched on communications, then pressed PLAY on his
boom box. This morning's song was Neil Young's "Cinnamon Girl,"
and as it started, Billy turned to Katherine and extended one hand. She
took it, and he pulled her close again, this time to dance with her to
the music. It wasn't so much a dance, though, as a prolonged embrace, swaying
gently in one another's arms through the first verse of the song. Katherine
felt very lightened inside, in spite of the forthcoming peril. Somehow,
she knew that they were going to win, and that maybe, just maybe, something
new and wonderful would come out of all this fighting.
After a while, they went back to the console. Billy turned down the radio
most of the way and started speaking in a radio-announcer tone. "That
was Neil Young coming at'cha on the KZPR Morning Zoo! With you as always,
I'm Billy, joined this time in the broadcast booth by Kat! We'll be spinning
the greatest hits of the planet Earth your way today and every day until
the bad guys go home! Our request lines are open, so keep it tuned here
to KZPR, Zeo Power Rangers radio!"
"Hey, I've got a request," Adam's voice replied. "How about
the Laser-Blasting Spaceship-Smashing Machine-Empire Blues?"
"Good morning to you too, Adam," Billy laughed.
"Hey, Kat, are you really there?" Kimberly called in.
"I sure am," Katherine replied. "I'm doing a lot better,
too."
"That's great to know, Katherine." Tommy, this time.
"Rocky, Tanya, you out there?" Billy asked.
"Yeah, I'm here," Rocky growled. "These rest breaks ain't
gettin' any longer."
"I'm here too," Tanya added. "Sorry, I'm always slow to
get up."
"I guess part of being a brick means sleeping like one, eh?"
Adam chuckled.
"You learned to take your Z's where you could, back where I come from,"
Tanya told him.
"All right, folks, I'm sending breakfast out... now," said Billy,
typing in the appropriate commands to the teleportation controls. "And
while you eat, I've got some pretty big news to give you all."
"Good news?" Rocky asked.
"It might be. This is about that Other Thing that Kimberly and I keep
talking about."
"Can we finally get in on the secret, then?" Tanya asked.
"Today's the day," Billy replied. "Now, you all remember
that ship that crashed out here a few days ago, right?"
"I knew that was it," said Adam.
"So what was it?" Tommy asked.
"Well, it turned out to be a huge warship. Like a zord, but several
times larger. It's called Blue Lion, and it's the last of five lion ships
that apparently used to join together into a combination form, like the
MegaZord. When it first got here, we teleported it to the hangar, and I
was able to fix it to the point that it started fixing itself. After a
few days of that, it's back up to full strength."
"Hey, man, that's great!" Tommy exclaimed. "So now that
it's ready again, are you gonna send it back out there into the fight?"
Billy exchanged looks with Katherine. "Not exactly," he transmitted.
"I will in fact be piloting it out there into the fight."
"Whoa!" Rocky cried out.
"I knew it," Kimberly added, sounding satisfied. "I knew
all along you'd end up taking that thing up, Billy."
"There are a few things you guys should know, though," Billy
went on. "Wherever these lions came from, they're apparently hated
enemies of Mondo's new friends. When I go out there, they're probably going
to turn most, if not all of the attack on me."
"You sure that's a good idea, then?" Tommy asked.
"Well, it'll be dangerous," Billy admitted, "but I've got
a few ideas that should help."
"Hey, Bill?" Adam spoke up at this point.
"Yeah, Ad?" Billy grinned.
"It's gonna be good to see you out here, buddy."
"Likewise. In the meantime, though, Kat's going to be holding the
fort."
"That's right," Katherine added, in a mock authoritarian tone.
"So you'd all better just bring your problems to me, understand?"
"Yes, Ms. Hillard," Rocky replied in a small voice, making the
others laugh.
"Billy, has there been any word from our detective friends?"
Tanya asked.
"I'm afraid not," Billy sighed. "But let's all keep our
fingers crossed for them."
"Knowing those two, they'll need all the help they can get,"
Kimberly sighed. "I can't believe they actually found us out."
"It had to happen eventually," Tommy noted. "I'm just glad
they're cooperating. I wouldn't have wanted to be in your shoes yesterday,
Billy."
"Let's just say that was one of my most harrowing adventures as a
Ranger," Billy said in reply.
"How are we for time?" Tanya asked, as had become her custom.
"You've got about twenty minutes," Billy replied. "I'm going
to be signing off early here, so I can go prep the ship. I'm pretty sure
I was able to adjust its communications systems to be able to stay in contact
with all of you, and I want to make sure all of that's working properly
before I go up. But listen, guys, there's something I'm a little concerned
about."
"What's up, man?" Rocky asked.
"Well, like I said, if I'm right, as soon as the lion's out of the
protection of the hangar, they're going to send everything they've got
against it. I figure that's either because they have some intense hatred
of it, or because they're afraid of it. Or both, really. Whichever it is,
though, I'm probably going to be under a lot of pressure. But the good
news is that you guys should get plenty of clean shots at the bad guys,
without worrying about any of them trying for the surface."
"Hey, man, you be careful up there," Tommy warned. "If it
gets that rough, I want you to bail, okay?"
"Trust me," Billy replied, looking directly into Katherine's
eyes, "I have every intention of not getting killed out there, same
as you guys." She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
"Anyplace in particular you want us to be?" Rocky asked.
"Maybe, if my plan works," Billy answered. "Just do what
you'd normally be doing for right now. Anyway, that should pretty much
wrap up the Morning Zoo; I need to get the lion ready, and I imagine all
of you have to get set up as well, so I'll sign off."
"Good luck, Billy," Kimberly said, quietly.
"That goes double for all of us," Adam agreed.
"Thanks, guys. Signing off." He pressed a button on the console,
which beeped as communications were broken. He then took his helmet down
from atop the console and turned reluctantly to Katherine. "I have
to get going," he whispered.
"I know," she nodded.
"I've set up the teleportation controls to send the entire lion out
into the desert, near where we found it. Once we're ready, I'll need you
to press the command key to send us there."
She nodded again, but this time said nothing. After a while, he shook his
head, looking nervous again. "I really DO have to go."
"Then I'll see you soon," she smiled.
He smiled hesitantly in reply then stood back and teleported himself out.
* * *
Once he was safely aboard the cockpit of the lion, Billy finally let out
a long sigh. She'd kissed him! She'd actually kissed him! Why now, of all
times, when he had to go out into a situation like this? Before, he'd felt
himself ready to go out and do whatever he had to do to help his friends
win this war, but he was quickly finding that all he wanted to do now was
teleport right back to the Power Chamber and kiss her in reply. Many times.
He had a job to do, though. If he could do enough damage to the Empire's
forces, maybe they could finish this thing sooner than hoped, and he and
Katherine could have a nice long talk somewhere in private...
He stopped that line of thought. Now was not the time to get distracted,
even about her. He put on his helmet, carefully sealing it with the uniform,
then climbed the steps to the pilot's chair and took a seat. Pausing first
to take a deep breath, he removed the key-insignia from the breast of his
uniform and placed it in the oval-shaped depression from which he'd originally
taken it.
The key shrank down to a circle as the golden rod extended, then was locked
into place by motors. Lights came up across the main console, and Billy
settled back, placing his feet on the pedals and taking hold of the control
handles.
Once the cockpit powered up, the neural interface kicked in, and again,
he was awed. The last time he'd done this, the lion had been near-dead,
but this time it was quite alive and ready to go into battle. He found
the various systems all standing by, waiting for his mental commands.
"Unreal," he whispered, momentarily lost in the vastness surrounding
him. He realized that the helmet was helping somewhat: that it focused
the neural interface, allowing him to access without being completely overwhelmed.
He brought up communications, and immediately felt contact established
with the rest of the team, just as he'd hoped. "Blue Lion to Rangers.
Come in."
"We hear you, buddy!" Tommy replied.
"You're coming in fine here as well, Billy," Katherine replied
from the Power Chamber.
"Excellent. I'm going to run through some internal systems tests here.
Katherine, could you let me know when we get down to a minute?"
"Will do."
He sank deeper into the interface, allowing his mind to put out "feelers"
throughout the lion's structure. It was ready, no mistake. The many weapons
were priming and prepping themselves, life support was fully functional...
the mini-sleds in the hangar were even ready for battle, though Billy had
no crew to fly them. He had to wonder what it had been like to have the
lion full of people, all contributing to the effort, rather than the dangerous
simplicity of pilot and machine.
One thing was certain, though: Blue Lion was hungry. Almost all of the
stored resources had been exhausted during repairs and construction of
new weapons, which meant, essentially, that no further repairs or replenishing
would be possible until she had some sort of intake. The sky would no doubt
be full of potential food sources for her, though. Best to feed the machine
with other machines, he reasoned.
"Billy," Katherine's voice came suddenly, "we're at one
minute."
"Thanks, Kat," he said, bringing himself back for a moment. "How's
everyone else doing?"
"Everyone check in with us," Tommy relayed. "What's your
status?"
"Zeo I, ready to go," Kimberly replied. "Just waiting to
get someone in my sights."
"Zeo II, that goes for me, too," Tanya added.
"Zeo III, on the move, coming down out of the mountains now,"
Rocky reported.
"Zeo IV, trucking across the great white north," said Adam."
"And Zeo V, airborne over the good old U. S. of A.," Tommy finished.
"Still no sign of incoming."
"Five seconds to enemy launch," Katherine informed them. "Four...
three... two... one... zero. I'm checking the scanners... Confirmed. Enemy
ships are launching from the orbital platforms, and should be in your range
in a few moments."
Billy took a deep breath, and activated his own potent scanning systems.
Using these, he was able to confirm Katherine's report. Ships were being
launched from positions throughout the ring of orbiting cogwheels, streaking
toward their target. "Katherine," he transmitted, "I need
you to transport me out to the desert now."
"All right. Here goes."
There was a moment of disorientation, and then the scene around the lion
changed, from the safety of the hangar to the brightness of midmorning
in the California desert. He brought up a front-view on the main screen,
but he didn't really need it: he felt as though he could see and feel everything
the lion itself could, including the warmth of the sunlight on its huge
metal frame.
He maneuvered the four controls, and the lion rose to its feet, ready to
move. Billy felt his pulse quicken as he got feel for the controls. It
was more responsive than any of his previous zords had been! The feeling
of power at his fingertips was exhilarating, and he found himself smiling
widely, anticipating the battle to come.
As predicted, his scanners registered a drastic course change on the part
of the invading ships. They were all coming for him. "I show enemy
ships changing course to engage with me," he called. "Can you
confirm, base?"
"Confirmed," Katherine reported. "You'd better get moving."
"Right," Billy nodded. "Let's see what this thing can do..."
He urged the lion into a walk, then a trot, and then a run, pumping its
legs fluidly, pounding its enormous metal feet on the barren terrain. And
he was running right along with it, feeling the wind in his face as he
went. He had missed this more than he would ever have admitted to the other
Rangers.
From there, though, there was nowhere to go but up. He pulled back steadily
on both handles, pushed on both pedals, and with a press of g-forces and
a sense of vertigo, Blue Lion leaped, extended all four legs, and left
the ground, soaring skyward in a way no nine hundred ton machine had the
right to. Powerful rockets ignited, and he was aloft. He let out a wild
whoop of excitement as he felt himself leaving the Earth behind, spiralling
into the morning sky. "We are AIRborne!" he called.
"Keep your eyes on the incoming, Billy," Katherine warned. "They're
changing course to intercept."
"Kick butt, Billy!" Rocky whooped.
"You can do it, man!" cried Adam. "Knock a few down for
us!"
"I'm moving in to intercept," Billy reported, changing course
to do just that. He brought up a tactical map on his screen and in his
head. Here again, the enemy ships showed up as red dots, all moving in
toward his location. Rather than head straight for the nearest enemies,
though, he adjusted his heading to get all the way out of the atmosphere.
Better to engage in the emptiness of space, to reduce the risk of any wreckage
surviving long enough to hit the surface.
Suddenly, he became aware of a green blip off his "shoulder."
He checked it out with scanners, and to his surprise, he saw that it was
the Phoenix.
"Tommy, what are you doing?" he shouted. "The entire fleet's
going to be here in a second!"
"Fine by me," Tommy replied, and Billy could hear him grinning.
"This time I get to be YOUR wingman. Zeo Zord V, go to space-travel
configuration!"
"Ten seconds to engage!" Katherine warned them. "Be careful,
you two."
"Let's do it!" Billy cried. "Engaging megathrusters, and
all weapons are go!"
He dove into the first formation of enemy ships with wild abandon, tearing
into them with lasers from over a dozen turrets. Tommy spun the Phoenix
in a tight arc to circle the lion, strafing the enemy as he did, then dodging
the wreckage with a few deft maneuvers. Billy then swerved onto a new course
to meet more of the enemy fighters, and he and Tommy made short work of
these as well. They got a few shots off at the lion, but nothing that did
any substantial damage.
"That's a pretty impressive ship you've got there, Billy!" Tommy
noted.
"Yeah, I'm beginning to notice," Billy replied, distantly. "How
are you holding up?"
"Just fine. They haven't taken a shot at me yet. I think you were
right about them turning all their attention on you. Don't worry, I'll
keep as many off you as I can."
"Billy, Tommy, they're unloading more ships at you!" Katherine
called in, sounding very worried. "More than they did the other day,
even. The scanners show hundreds of ships activated, and they're all closing
in on you!"
"Well, then, we'll just have to do something about that," Tommy
said in reply.
Billy checked his tactical map, and saw that they were indeed being surrounded.
"Tommy, I've got a few ideas. I'm willing to bet these guys can't
outrun either one of us, but that's not to say they won't try. I'm going
to get as many as I can to follow me. If they don't pay any attention to
you, feel free to pick off as many as you want. Adam, Rocky, I want you
guys to get as close to the eastern edge of South America as you can, okay?"
"We're on our way!" Rocky responded.
"Billy, it'd take me a pretty long time to navigate Central America,"
Adam reminded him. "How about I go to the tip of Florida instead?"
"Good idea," Billy agreed. "Ready to pick up some speed,
Tommy?"
"I'm right on your tail!" Tommy confirmed. Billy again kicked
in the megathrusters, and swung the lion to orbit the Earth perpendicular
to Mondo's ring of orbiting platforms. As expected, all of the ships changed
course to follow, and Billy kept adjusting his own course to keep them
behind him. He then lowered his speed, letting them start to catch up,
then kept pace, leading a string of literally hundreds of ships in a pied-piper
trail. Tommy, still being completely ignored by the enemy, wove in and
out of the line of pursuers and started methodically picking them off.
"I'm in position!" Adam reported from the surface. "Rocko,
you ready?"
"Yeah, I found my favorite cliffs, even!" Rocky laughed. "Holding
position and switching all power to weapons!"
"Great!" Billy replied. "Okay, here's the plan. I'm leading
these guys in for a flyby. We're going to pass over your position first,
Adam and Rocky, then I'll lead them right through the area where the I
and II zord's firing ranges cross. Fire at will, you guys: just don't hit
me and Tommy."
"It'll be just like a shooting gallery," Tanya laughed. "Bring
'em on!"
"Let's do it!" Tommy shouted.
Still leading the way, Billy rocketed the Blue Lion on a new course, bringing
his pursuers right into the sights of the Bull and Sphinx, passing above
the Caribbean at an altitude of about a hundred fifty miles. This would
be a tricky range for the two zords, but well within their ability. Scanning
behind him, he saw that Tommy was still weaving in and out of traffic,
shooting down fighter after fighter while they basically ignored him.
"Adam, Rocky, they'll be in your firing range in ten seconds!"
Kat transmitted from the base.
"Sounds like my cue to get out of the crossfire!" Tommy answered,
as the Phoenix swerved out of the pursuit line. "I'll catch up with
you after the flybys, Billy!"
Leaving the course to Blue Lion for the moment, Billy turned the majority
of his attention to his own weapons. He didn't have a great number that
could fire backwards, but he had one good one, and that was enough. "Activating
tail-gun," he said, bringing the lion's tail under his control and
switching it to laser cannon mode.
"In range in two... one... In range!" Kat cried.
Billy brought the view from the tail-gun to his main viewer, and started
unloading blast after blast of blue energy at the onrushing ships. From
the surface, blue and green beams came on in deadly crossfire. Between
the three of them, they brought down over a hundred ships in the time it
took Blue Lion to fly across the Caribbean and out over the Atlantic Ocean.
"Nice shooting, you guys!" Tommy cheered them on.
"Moving into position for flyby number two!" Billy reported.
"Kimberly, Tanya, are you ready?"
"Ready!" Tanya replied.
"Let's rock their worlds!" Kimberly growled. Blue Lion went for
even greater altitude, then, into the optimal range for the gun-zords.
More pursuit ships were coming in and falling into line to replace their
fallen comrades, so Billy let them gather for a few moments before moving
them into position, passing over the Indian Ocean.
"Five seconds to intercept!" Katherine called in. "Four...
three... two... one... go!"
Again, Billy took control of the tail-gun and started firing, but far more
effective than this was the devastating barrage of pink and yellow energy
which erupted from the surface and shredded the line of attackers. Kimberly
and Tanya didn't even appear to be aiming. It was like shooting fish in
a barrel: they simply fired at will, and brought down ships by the dozens
every second. By the time Billy finished his pass and started climbing
further from the surface, they'd taken out another two hundred or more.
As he sped further from the Earth, Billy noticed that the ships were no
longer trying to follow him directly. "Well, I'll be," he said.
"It looks like they can learn from their mistakes after all."
"We'll have to try a different tactic, then," Tommy answered.
"Don't mind if I do," Billy nodded, willing even greater speed
from the lion's engines. "Keep your eyes peeled for stray fighters,
you guys. I'm going to try to hit a few of them at the source!"
That said, he set course for the nearest orbiting platform. He mentally
scanned through the weapon options at his disposal, and zeroed in on "Lion
Blade." This one looked like fun.
He activated the weapon, and a sharp two-headed blade materialized between
the lion's jaws, the titanium-steel edges extending fifty or more feet
to either side of the lion's head. "Hey, I think I like this one,"
he transmitted. "Kind of like the old power-lance, but a lot bigger!"
"What're you gonna do with it?" Tommy asked.
"Oh, something like... this!"
He swooped down on one of the craft-carrier platforms, shrugging off a
few hits from cog-driven lasers as he went, and pulled up just in time
to rip through an entire line of inactive quadrafighters with the Lion
Blade, leaving explosion after explosion in his wake. As he pulled up,
he fired missiles from the claws of the lion, which sent the entire platform
up in a blazing fireball. "One down, about a hundred more to go!"
he called.
"Now that's what I call firepower!" said Tommy, admiringly. Checking
his tactical map, Billy was startled to see that the Phoenix had followed
him all the way up to Mondo's ring of platforms, and was still strafing
fighter after fighter. "Tommy, be careful! They're going to be all
over the place up here!"
"It looks like they still don't know I'm here," Tommy assured
him. "I'll give you cover fire. Let's take out a few more of those
bases!"
"Sounds good to me!"
With the speedy and more maneuverable Phoenix there to provide the aforementioned
cover fire, Billy went right after the next carrier base. He dematerialized
the Lion Blade this time, though, and opened the lion's mouth to spit out
a few missiles, all of which found their mark, and this second platform
went nova as well, taking with it the scores of fighters still inactive
on its surface.
"Billy, Tommy, you've got more incoming than I can count!" Katherine
warned them. "The monitor screen is packed solid with red around you!"
Checking his own sensors, Billy realized that she was right. In the time
it had taken to blow up the two platforms, they had been set upon by innumerable
fighters. "Tommy, I know you're team leader and all, but the moment
one of these things fires at you, you'd better bolt," Billy told him.
"Your power's too low to be taking a lot of hits."
"They haven't even nicked me yet, but I'll keep that in mind."
"Okay, then. What do you say we pay Mondo a visit? I'd love to see
if that shield around his citadel can hold up to what we've got!"
"I'm with you, man!"
Okay, Blue, Billy thought. You wanted revenge. Let's get you
some.
Deactivating weapons and turning all attention to maneuvering, Billy
wove in and out of the ring of platforms, skimming past each one close
enough that many of the pursuing fighters did not dare fire, and those
that did damaged their own forces more than Blue Lion. After several long
minutes of this, the main orbiting fortress came into range on Billy's
tactical scan. The Phoenix was still with him, and was still taking out
ship after ship before they could fire upon the lion. Billy was amazed
despite himself at Tommy's skill. While Billy had always dreamed of flying
a zord, Tommy seemed born for the job.
"Here we go!" Billy transmitted, kicking in thrusters and making
a beeline for the citadel. As previous scans had indicated, it was completely
surrounded by an energy shield. Billy launched a barrage of missiles at
it, hoping that they would break though, but they merely impacted on the
surface and exploded.
Katherine then confirmed Billy's fears from the surface. "The missiles
didn't even scratch it! Try something else!"
"Preparing water-blast!" Billy replied. Even as he spoke, the
internal hangar sealed off, and the lion's "throat" went from
vehicle- track to a smooth tube, ready to expel the contents of the water
tanks.
He skirted the edge of the shield. Looking down, he could see the towers
of Mondo's mechanized castle. "Here's one from Earth with love, King
Mondo!" Billy shouted, then unleashed the water-blast.
To his surprise, the water passed right through the shield, and rained
down on the citadel. Sparks flew as the flood caused massive shorts in
the structure of the base, and explosions rocked its surface. But still,
the shield held, and there was no appreciable damage. "Kat, did that
have any effect on the other platforms?" he called in.
"I don't think so," she replied. "The shield's still at
full strength, so I can't tell how much you damaged the inside, either."
"Well, I'll just have to make another...." Without warning, a
blast of greenish energy launched from the top tower of Mondo's castle
and slammed into Blue Lion, spinning them off course, out of control. Billy
let out a scream of pain that was accompanied by a roar from the lion,
sharing its rage through the interface. Warning lights flashed all across
the bridge, and Billy felt, rather than saw, dozens of electrical explosions
throughout the lion's interior.
"Billy, are you okay?!" Tommy shouted.
"Billy, answer me!" Katherine cried.
He coughed a few times, shaking himself down and taking stock. "Helm
controls are down!" he reported. "Auto-repairs online. I should
have control back in a few seconds."
As he finished saying this, the helm indeed came online, but to Billy's
shock, the thrusters ignited without his command, and started speeding
him away from the battle, and away from the Earth, at top speed.
"Where are you going?!" Katherine asked.
"It's not me! The thrusters kicked in on their own!" He tried
to change course, but found himself locked out. His dread increased as
he realized that the navigation systems were pointing the lion out into
deep space, and preparing the megathrusters for a full burst. "The
automatic pilot must have come on! I've got to get manual control back!"
"TOMMY!" Katherine suddenly shouted. "The fighters are breaking
off pursuit of Billy! Get out of there, quickly!!"
The next sound was a shout of surprised outrage from Tommy, accompanied
by a small explosion. "I'm hit! Billy, I've got to fall back!"
"Get out of there, Tommy! I'll be back as soon as I get control!"
A look at the sensors showed that Tommy was making a hasty retreat, well
ahead of any pursuing fighters. Billy hoped the Phoenix wasn't damaged
too badly: it wouldn't be able to repair itself for much longer.
The control handles and pedals did nothing to change the course, and try
as he might, he couldn't access Navigation from the pilot's chair: the
interface still had him locked out for some reason. "I'm going to
try to gain control from the navigator's chair!" he reported, then
unbuckled his restraints and started to get up out of the pilot's seat.
But he couldn't get up. As he tried to stand, a wave of agony crashed down
upon his mind, literally slamming him back down in the chair.
Even through the pain, though, he could have sworn he heard the lion roar,
and over this, a single shouted word.
[NO!]
He couldn't tell if the last shout had come from Katherine, or from his
own mind, as he was quickly losing coherent thought. "Katherine...."
he gasped. "Kat, I'm... I'm sorry."
That was the last he was able to say before the thrusters kicked in full-force,
and the sky became streaked with stars. This was lost to Billy, however,
who chose that moment to finally lose consciousness.
Chapter Seven: Pressing On
Jason Scott Lee adjusted the strap of his travel-bag for the umpteenth
time as the line slowly inched forward. He felt restless from all the waiting.
First the wait to organize this trip to the United Nations, then the wait
to arrange an ocean liner that would brave the Atlantic during an alien
invasion, and now the seemingly interminable wait to board the ship.
More than anything, he wanted action. This waiting game just wasn't his
style. Had it really been that long since Jason had been the Red Ranger,
and the leader of the modern-day Power Rangers? It seemed like an eternity
now, especially since the invasion had begun and Jason and his fellow former
Rangers had found themselves stuck in Europe with no means to contact their
Ranger friends.
Now there was nothing left but to strive for peace the only way they could,
and that meant this protest. No zords, no powers, just three faceless student
delegates among hundreds travelling across an ocean to stage a protest
that would probably mean nothing.
As though reading his thoughts, Zack Taylor let out a long sigh from his
place in line beside Jason. "Man, I just hope we make it across before
they launch the nukes," he said, quietly. "Otherwise we're gonna
be taking a long sail for nothing."
"I just wish we could get a plane," Jason mused. "I'll bet
if a plane flew low enough, it'd be safe from the aliens."
Trini Kwan looked back over her shoulder from her own place in line, just
ahead of the two boys. "You've been saying that for days, Jason,"
she half-smiled.
"Yeah, well I've been saying it 'cause it's probably true. Everyone's
panicking, trying to leave the governments and the Power Rangers to work
everything out."
Zack let out a snort of laughter. "Well, you KNOW which of those two
I'll put MY money on."
"I just wish someone else would DO something," Jason sighed.
"That," Trini reminded him, "is exactly what we're here
for, remember?"
He nodded. "I know, I know. You know me, though."
"Man of action," Zack teased. "Yeah, I know what you mean."
After a few minutes more, they finally arrived at the front of the line,
where their passports, student ID cards and bags were checked before they
were allowed to go up the gangplank and onto the deck of the ship. Once
aboard, Jason drifted over to the railing and looked out over the Mediterranean.
It was a beautiful night on the Riviera: too bad they didn't have time
to stick around and enjoy it.
Trini and Zack drifted up to either side of him. "Come on, man,"
Zack suggested, giving Jason a light cuff on the shoulder. "Let's
go below and find our cabin. We'll have plenty of time to hang over the
rail later."
"Sure. Say, guys...?"
"What is it?" Trini asked, looking up at him with curious eyes.
Jason paused. He had been about to ask "Are we really doing any good
for the world at all here?" That thought had summed up his frustrations
this past week, as all the peace talks in the world had been useless against
an alien invasion. But as he studied Trini's eyes, he realized that she,
at least, still believed in the cause. There was no sense in being a downer
for the entire trip. "Nah, it's nothing."
As they headed across the crowded deck, though, Jason heard the sounds
of an argument coming from somewhere nearby. "But m'sieu, this voyage
is for delegates only!"
"I KNOW that! And I need to FIND some of those delegates! This is
official business, okay?!"
Jason froze at the sound of the second voice, and looked from Zack to Trini.
From their expressions, they'd recognized it too. "Guys, was that..?"
he asked.
"It couldn't be!" said Zack, shaking his head.
"Let's check it out," Jason suggested, heading back to the near
railing and looking down at the base of the gangplank.
There, holding up the line as he argued with the ship's personnel, was
the all too familiar rotund shape of Farkus Bulkmeier. "No way!"
Zack gasped.
"What in the world is he doing here?" Trini asked,
astonished.
"Let's find out," Jason nodded. He then cupped his hands to his
mouth and shouted down from the railing. "HEY, BULK!!"
Bulk looked up at them, and his round face lit up. "GUYS!" he
shouted back, stepping away from the line (which immediately resumed its
slow progress). "Am I ever glad to see you!"
"Bulk, what are you doing here?" Trini called down to him.
"Look, you guys, this is probably going to sound weird, but Billy
Mitchell sent me! He and the... others really need your help!"
Jason again looked from Trini to Zack, seeing his own surprise mirrored
on their faces. Somehow, Bulk knew about them.
"What if he's pulling our leg?" Zack asked, but he didn't sound
like he believed it.
"Man, would he BE here if he wasn't telling the truth?" Jason
pointed out.
"We'd better go," Trini suggested.
"What about the protest?" Zack asked.
"I think the protest will do just fine without us," Jason replied.
He then raised his voice to shout over the railing again. "Hang on,
Bulk! We'll meet you down there!"
If Billy had sent Bulk for the three of them, then obviously this had something
to do with the Power Rangers, and Jason would rather deal with that than
a protest any day of any week.
* * *
Once the three were off the ship, they joined Bulk in a seaside cafe, where
he told them his story, starting with everything Billy had said, and continuing
with his own arrival at the University, and how he'd managed to catch a
ride to Marseille with another delegate thanks to the help of Muriel.
During the drive down, Bulk had wondered how he would explain all of this
to the three, and more importantly, how much they'd believe him. But to
his relief, they seemed to take his every word seriously. Jason, in particular,
seemed very intrigued by the situation.
"So they need us to take over for a while so they can rest,"
Jason nodded. "That sounds like a good plan."
"You look like you could use a little rest yourself, Bulker,"
Zack pointed out. "When's the last time you got some sleep?"
Bulk took a long drink of his black coffee before he replied. "I kinda
lost track. It was about nine at night when I left the base, but then when
I got here it was morning again, so it's been a really long day."
"Teleport lag," Zack grinned. "Kind of like jet lag, just
faster."
"I had no idea how much work the Rangers were putting in," Trini
added, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "We've been watching
the news religiously, but the details were always sparse."
"Hey, man, I wouldn't mind the chance to get back in a zord for a
while," Zack agreed. "How about you, Jase?"
"Do you need to ask?" Jason snorted, looking across the table
and raising his eyebrows at Zack.
"Well, then, looks like we're mostly all set," Bulk nodded, wondering
how he was going to tell them the one catch to this plan.
To Bulk's surprise, Zack looked him right in the eye, and gave him a nod
of grudging yet genuine respect. "Bulk, my man, you did a good job
tracking us down," he said, patting Bulk's shoulder.
"Oh, sure," Bulk replied, determined not to let his surprise
show. "I mean, we all do our part to help save the world. You guys
know how that is."
"So how do we get back to Billy?" Jason asked.
Bulk winced. "Well, that's what I meant by 'mostly' all set."
"I beg your pardon?" Trini frowned.
"Y'see, Billy gave me this communicator," he explained, rolling
up his sleeve to show them the bracelet. "He said to call in as soon
as I had news. I've tried to call in a few times, but there's been no answer.
I think something might have happened back at the base."
"May I see it?" Trini asked, indicating the communicator.
"Sure," he nodded, unfastening it and passing it across the table
to her.
Trini studied it for a while, then tried pressing a couple of buttons.
"Trini to Command Center," she said into it. "Come in, Command
Center."
There was no reply except the same low static that Bulk had previously
encountered. "The same thing happened when I tried before," he
explained.
"Zordon, come in," Trini tried again. "Zordon? Alpha? This
is Trini. Do you read?"
Bulk furrowed his brow at her. "Who's Zordon?"
All three turned looks of surprise on him. "You were at the Command
Center, and you didn't see Zordon?" Jason asked.
"No, I didn't. Or anyone named Alpha, either. The only ones I saw
there were Billy and Katherine."
"Katherine?" Zack asked, looking over at Jason.
"The new Pink Ranger," Jason explained. "Remember? Tommy
told us about her in one of his letters."
"I hope nothing's happened to Zordon and Alpha," Trini whispered.
"Well, just because I didn't see them doesn't mean they weren't there,"
Bulk rattled on. "I mean, Skull and I weren't there for very long.
It looked like Billy was pretty much in charge of the whole operation,
though."
"Trust me," Zack frowned, "if Zordon was there, you would've
seen him."
Trini took a look around the cafe, then tried another combination of buttons.
The unit bleeped, but nothing happened. "It won't teleport on its
own either," she frowned. "It seems really low on power for some
reason, and it can't make a connection with the Command Center."
"So we can't teleport back?" Jason asked. "We can't even
call in?"
"Not with this," Trini grimaced. "It's pretty much useless."
"Well, it was... like that as soon as I arrived at the school,"
Bulk explained, lamely.
"I don't think it was anything you did, Bulk," Trini assured
him. "Tell me, when you were at the Command Center with Billy, was
there any kind of power shortage going on?"
Bulk thought about this. He didn't remember Billy actually saying so, but
it certainly seemed possible. "Yeah, I think there might have been."
"Maybe that all ties in with Zordon and Alpha not being there,"
Jason suggested.
"Man," Zack sighed, frustrated. "Maybe we should have stayed
on the boat. At least that way we'd be on our way to America. Now we're
just stuck here again."
"Sorry," Bulk muttered, looking down at his coffee.
Trini surprised him by reaching across the table and laying one hand over
his. "No, it's best that we stayed," she said to Zack. "All
of my tools are at the University. I might be able to jury-rig some kind
of power source to amplify our signal enough to contact Billy. If we were
on the ship, I wouldn't have the means to do that."
"Good point," Zack nodded. "Guess we're headin' back to
school, then."
"Well, we won't be able to find any trains back tonight," Jason
sighed. "Let's find a place to crash, and we'll catch the first train
back in the morning."
This was the best idea Bulk had heard all day.
* * *
Billy was running, and the stars streaked past beneath his paws. Free from
the bounds of a world's gravity, free from the constraints of a battle,
he was running at speeds unchecked and until now unreachable. And for a
long time, there was only the running.
"I can't run away!" his mind cried out. "I have to go back!"
To go back now would be foolish, came a woman's voice. It sounded
familiar, but strange.
"I have to! I have to get back to the battle!"
A battle which would be lost. Their forces were too strong.
"But that's all the more reason to go back! My friends need me!"
As do I, Maker.
Only then did Billy realize that the running paws were not his. They
belonged to the Blue Lion. And yet she was close enough to his mind that
he felt her every move through the void of space, and her voice in his
thoughts.
"Alth," his thoughts whispered. "Your name is Alth."
That is the name I was given, Maker. I am Alth, the Blue Lion. First
and last of my kind.
"I can't believe this... I knew I felt a presence, but I never
thought..." He paused, unable at first to put words to the idea. "You're
sentient?" he asked, finally.
Only as a reflection of you, Maker.
Now, finally, he recognized the voice. Most of it was Katherine's softly
accented tone, but there were hints of Kimberly's smile, Trini's seriousness,
Aisha's warmth and Tanya's brashness all mixed in with it. The voice was
that of his female friends, with Katherine's foremost.
New images came to him, then. He was now a tiny figure on the back of a
running lioness, holding onto her blue fur for dear life as they plunged
headlong through space. "Where are you taking me?"
You are needed, Maker.
"Why do you keep calling me that? I'm not your maker. All I did
was help you to repair yourself."
True, you are not Alfor, the Father-Creator, but you are a Maker, as
he was. Your work revealed this to me. Only a Maker could have pulled me
back from death. And only a Maker may hear my voice.
"You sound like Katherine," he answered, weakly.
This, too, is only a reflection of you, Maker.
He closed his eyes against the swirling stars. "What do you want
from me?"
Only for you to do for my kin what you did for me. You must give them
life again, Maker. My mate, my family and my world were slain by the drones
of the witch Haggar, leaving me to avenge them. But I am weak alone. And
now that I have found you, Maker, you must help us.
"But my friends..."
Maker, I helped you to save the life of your mate. I beg you, now, to
save the life of mine.
"Kat's not my...." he started to say, but then he broke off
mid-thought. "It was you? You were the one showing me what to do?"
Yes.
He hid his face in the lion's thick fur. Put that way, how could he
refuse her pleas? And yet, there was still more to consider. "Alth,
my friends are exhausted. They won't be able to hold off the Machine Empire
forever."
No, they will not, particularly with the magic of Haggar and the force
of her armies added to their might. But you and I alone could not sway
the battle as you would wish to. We would be overwhelmed, and we would
be slain, and then no Maker would ever return to heal my mate and kin.
"But I can't leave them there to die! You can't ask me to choose
between helping you and helping my friends!"
Then, Maker, perhaps we may endeavor to do both.
Billy was going to ask what this meant, but his thoughts were soon
overwhelmed by Alth's memories, which took his senses so fully that he
all but lived the images as they were played out before him.
* * *
The Father-Creator, King Alfor of planet Arus, first built Alth as a guardian
of his world. He gave her claws and fangs to destroy the enemies of Arus,
a crew to care for her and maintain her functions, and piloted her himself
in times of war. And for a long time, this was enough, and Arus knew great
peace.
In time, though, Alth alone was not enough to protect the world, and Alfor,
in his wisdom, sought to build another great lion. But rather than simply
make the next in Alth's image, he decided that he would give her a counterpart.
And so he created Toth, the Yellow Lion, her equal in size and strength.
And then, knowing that he could not pilot both of them himself, Alfor shared
with them his own knowledge, so that they would be able to carry on with
another pilot of his choosing. To pilot the Blue Lion or the Yellow Lion
was the highest honor Alfor could bestow upon one of his people, and the
pilots were hand-picked and trained rigorously for the task.
Another time of peace followed, but even the strength of the counterpart
lions would be tested by time and by force. Alfor, then, was nearing the
end of his mortal life, and he wished to leave his people a legacy of freedom:
a legacy of strength alone and strength united, which would stand watch
over his kingdom for the centuries to follow.
And so Alfor continued to build. To lifemates Alth and Toth he gave two
children, and they were called Muth, the Red Lion, and Rith, the Green
Lion. And then, to watch over the four, he created Seth, the Black Lion,
who would take Alfor's place in death as the unifier of the lions.
For with the creation of the five mighty lions, he had also given them
the gift of unity. As five, they were powerful, and they had the strength
of numbers. But together, they were something more. In structure, Blue
and Yellow Lions joined to form two legs, Red and Green Lions joined to
form two arms, and Black Lion was the body and head with which the others
merged. And in spirit, they were more: Blue Lion was their eyes and nose,
Yellow Lion was their ears and voice, Red and Green Lions were their hands
and fists, and Black Lion was their heart and mind. Together they were
the guardian of freedom, of life, and of planet Arus. Together, no force
could stand against them. Together they were Voltron, Defender of the Universe.
And together, they defended Arus for generations, even after Alfor's death,
and after his final gift to his beloved creations.
But peace bred contentedness, and in time, there was seen no honor in piloting
one of the great lions, nor was there seen the need for them to maintain
trained crews. In the time of greatest peace, the lions were abandoned
entirely, left in their lairs as reminders of the warlike life that was
surely behind the people of Arus forever.
And this time of peace became the darkest hour of planet Arus, as their
pastoral, simple world was invaded by the forces of Planet Doom and the
witch Haggar. They swarmed over the peaceful Arus in devastating force,
and there were none left who remembered the secrets of the lions.
None but the lions themselves, who rose to the danger by the strength of
their own will. They rose to fight, and to defend this world which had
all but forgotten them. They joined together as Voltron, and lay waste
to the forces of Doom.
And perhaps they would have won, but for the witch Haggar and her evil
magic. She lashed out at Voltron with all of her sorcerous might in an
effort to destroy them once and for all. And she in turn would have been
victorious, but for the strength of Alfor himself, who even in death defended
his creations.
Nevertheless, the magic took its toll, and forced the five lions apart.
They had their lives, but they could no longer form Voltron on their own.
With no strong-willed pilots to guide them, their strength of unity was
destroyed.
The lions fought bravely as five, then. The battle raged for days, but
they were five against thousands, and the battle drained their strength.
Toth was the first of the five to fall, and as his life-spark flickered
and died, Alth flung herself at the enemy with newfound strength. Her strength
was met with innumerable foes, however, and they brought her down. She
did not die, though: an oversight on the part of her attackers. Instead,
she drifted, aware of all that happened around her through her powerful
senses, and yet powerless to stop it. She watched as the forces of Doom
killed her children, as they had killed her mate, and then finally, though
he fought with the strength of Alfor himself, even Seth, the Black Lion,
fell before their weapons.
And then Alth watched, helpless and furious, as her beloved planet Arus
was pillaged and gutted by the invading forces. Those who were not murdered
outright were taken as slaves, or as food for the witch's horrible Robeasts.
Fertile fields were burned, cities were levelled, and the oceans were fouled
with poison and waste.
Beneath her, Arus died, and Alth could hear her final cries, smothered
into silence by the forces of Doom. And Alth could do nothing.
Nothing save avenge her.
When their dreadful task was done, and they had taken all the life that
they could from the plundered Arus, the forces of Doom set off for their
next conquest, leaving the corpses of the Voltron lions adrift in orbit
around the world they had failed to protect. But ever so slowly, the spark
of life left within Alth began to grow, and she slowly and painstakingly
began to heal. Time lost all meaning, as days stretched into weeks and
into years. When at last she could move again, she fed herself from the
drifting wreckage of the Doom ships, and this made her stronger. And when
she was strong enough, she followed in the wake of destruction, to carry
out her revenge.
But upon finding the forces of Doom now joined with another empire of evil,
poised to lay waste to another blue and beautiful world, she found herself
filled with rage. Still it went on, and still it would continue, unless
she could finish it. This world -- which even seemed to have defenders
of its own! -- would not die as Arus had.
But she had not been strong enough, and again, she fell to their weapons.
Her dying thought was that she had to reach the defenders of this world,
and warn them of the nature of the evil they were fighting, but she did
not even survive long enough to deliver her message. Her failure was complete.
And yet it was not, as she found herself alive again. By some unfathomable
chance, she had drawn the attention of a Maker, who healed her most critical
wounds and gave her the strength in turn to heal herself. And miracle of
miracles, this Maker was a worthy successor of the pilots of old, and his
mind was filled with echoes of wars much like those Alth herself had survived.
To have come so far, and to have been met with one such as this, Alth knew
that the time had come to defeat the forces of Doom once and for all.
And, the Maker willing, she would defeat them alongside her family.
* * *
Billy slowly opened his eyes, and found himself back in the pilot's chair.
Stars continued to streak past on the main viewer, so he gingerly reached
forward to shut it off. He didn't really want to see that right now.
He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, and again, he heard the
mixed voice of Alth in his own thoughts.
Do you see now, Maker? Bring back my kin as you did me, and together,
we will help you and your Power Rangers save your Earth.
Wordlessly, Billy nodded, unable to find his voice or his thoughts sufficiently
to reply.
* * *
After another several hours of walking across the plains with Kijana, night
fell, and Skull was grateful for the chance to crash out for a while, even
in the middle of the wild.
He felt pretty safe with Kijana around: even if Kijana's grasp of English
was about as good as Skull's comprehension of Swahili, they seemed to be
communicating better as they spent more time on the road. If Skull had
a question about something he saw, he'd point it out to Kijana and shrug
his shoulders in confusion, and Kijana would tell him what the thing was,
building Skull's Swahili vocabulary one word at a time. When Kijana needed
to warn Skull of some potential danger, he'd simply hold one hand back
to restrain his travel partner and say "Skull, ssh!"
That night under the Serengeti sky was both frightening and invigorating
for Skull: he'd never seen so many stars, nor so many shooting stars in
all his life. And every so often, they'd see a beam of yellow light cut
through the night sky high above them, making Skull cheer on the good guys.
The first time they saw it, Skull pointed to the sky and said "See,
Kijana? That's Tanya doing that!" Kijana didn't seem to get it at
first, but Skull kept trying to explain it, and soon the big man grinned
with comprehension and cheered along with Skull the next time a laser shot
passed overhead.
Just before dawn, Kijana woke Skull from a surprisingly peaceful sleep
and indicated that it was time to keep going.
They walked the majority of the day. Finally, as Kijana crested the next
rise, he waved Skull to join him with one hand, while pointing into the
distance with the other. When Skull made it to the crest, he looked down
to see an honest-to-Pete city right here in the middle of nowhere.
Not only that, but a big city: Skull had the impression he was only
seeing its edge.
"Nairobi," Kijana told him, but Skull could have guessed this
by now. He high-fived Kijana (which required first showing him how to do
so), and they set off into the city. Kijana took a moment to remove a shirt,
a pair of loose pants, and shoes from his own small travel pack, and put
them on before they continued.
Ishala's brother, as it turned out, was the owner of a garage on the near
outskirts of town. Skull was somewhat surprised to have his trek across
the wilds of Africa end in an auto repair shop, but by now, he was getting
used to things not being quite like he remembered from National Geographic.
Kijana was warmly greeted (in Swahili) by yet another extended family unit,
and when he introduced Skull to them (in Swahili), they all heartily shook
hands with him, or hugged him, or simply called out hellos (in Swahili).
Skull just smiled his most endearing smile, returned gestures as precisely
as he could, and nodded a lot as Kijana went on at length, probably talking
about their trip (in Swahili).
Finally, though, as most of the family dragged Kijana off to talk more
(in Swahili), probably about how they hadn't seen him in so long and so
on, an elderly man took Skull aside. He was a tall, spindly guy wearing
wire-rimmed glasses, and he had the same air of ease about him as Ishala.
"My name is Kipchoge," he said to Skull. "I am Ishala's
brother, and this is my home and business."
"Oh, then you're just the guy I wanted to talk to!" Skull smiled,
sighing with relief that the man spoke English. "Sorry I didn't have
more to say back there, but I've only had a day to learn the language."
"Kijana told me some of why you are here, but perhaps you could tell
me more?"
"Sure," Skull nodded, as Kipchoge led him out of the home proper
and back out into the garage end of the property. Looking around, Skull
thought for sure he'd come to Old Car Heaven. "It's... kind'a hard
to explain, but I was sent here to find Aisha. It's pretty important."
"Yes, this is what Kijana said. Aisha and others of my family arrived
and left again only yesterday."
Skull grimaced. "Bummer. I was hoping we'd get here before they left.
Y'see, it's really important I catch up with Aisha as soon as I can."
"Why is that?" Kipchoge asked, simply.
Put on that footing, Skull was momentarily robbed of a reply. To be honest,
he wasn't sure why it was still an emergency to find her as soon as possible,
considering that he'd heard nothing from Billy, and thus had no way back.
But then again, he'd come this far, and figured it would be best to stick
to his guns. But how to express this to Kipchoge, who might or might not
know about Aisha's past with the Power Rangers? "Well... it's kind
of hard to..."
Recognizing his discomfort, Kipchoge smiled a gap-toothed smile and nodded.
"Is it for the same reason that Aisha had to get to the mountains
in such a hurry?"
"Exactly!" Skull nodded. "Yeah, it has a lot to do
with that."
"Then that is all I need to know," Kipchoge replied, spreading
his arms wide in a gesture not unlike a shrug. "We all know that Aisha
has secrets, but they are good secrets, and we respect them. I will help
you if I can. They have my best truck, but there may be another for you
to use."
Skull was bewildered. "You mean that's it? You're just going to let
me use one of your cars after having just met me?"
"Ishala would not have sent you to me if I could not trust you. Besides,
Kijana speaks well of you. Now, would you like to leave tonight, or won't
you stay and have dinner with my family first?"
For a moment, Skull was sorely tempted by the offer for dinner, as the
travel-"food" he and Kijana had shared on the trip over hadn't
been much. But the longer they waited, the further ahead Aisha would get.
"No offense, Kipchoge, but the sooner I find Aisha, the better."
"Very well," Kipchoge smiled. To Skull's relief, he didn't seem
insulted by having his hospitality declined. "Then let us find something
for you to drive, and I will tell you the route they have taken."
They toured the seemingly endless sea of old broken-down heaps and restored
beauties, as Kipchoge gave him the same road instructions he'd given Aisha
just the day before. Skull took mental notes as best he could (he'd always
been pretty good at these kinds of directions) while studying the cars
as he went. Finally, he came to a stop, eyes wide.
"Do you like that one?" Kipchoge asked.
Wedged between an ancient Ford pickup and a jeep with three flat tires
was a very familiar motorcycle-sidecar set. Skull cautiously stepped closer
to check it out more closely, and as he did, he realized that it was almost
exactly like the one he and Bulk tooled around in back home.
Upon still closer inspection, he realized that it was in fact the exact
make and model as the bike back home. A little slice of Angel Grove in
the middle of Africa.
Skull wasn't normally the type to believe in omens, but this seemed like
a good one to him. "Does it run?"
"It runs well," Kipchoge told him. "I thought you would
need a truck, but this may be better for when there are no roads. Have
you driven one?"
"Yeah, a little," Skull whispered, kneeling down to look at the
engine. He was still in partial shock at his good fortune. "Is it
fast?"
"Fast enough," Kipchoge told him with a lopsided grin. "I
will have my grandsons look it over one last time. Come, though. We must
get you some things first. You have a long journey to come."
An hour later, Skull was packed up with as many travel needs as he could
fit into his pack, had a blue full-face helmet that was very nearly the
correct size, and had Kipchoge's directions written down for further perusal.
In the time it took for him to get all of this together, the bike had been
hastily gone over, washed, and filled up with gas, and was waiting for
Skull when he and Kipchoge re-emerged from the house.
"Man, you guys have been great," Skull said, at something of
a loss to express his gratitude. He'd never really met people quite like
Aisha's adoptive family. "Thanks for everything, I mean that."
"You are a friend of Aisha's, and that makes you family," Kipchoge
grinned.
Skull felt a pang of guilt. He hadn't exactly been a FRIEND of Aisha's.
An acquaintance, an admirer, and no doubt a pain in the butt to her, but
in this situation, he was willing to stretch things a little. "I guess
Kijana got mobbed by the folks. Could you tell him I said goodbye, and
thank him for me too?"
"There is no need," Kipchoge shrugged, pointing back to the house.
Looking back, Skull saw Kijana approaching, carrying his pack in one hand
and a helmet in the other. To Skull's surprise, he got in the sidecar and
strapped on his helmet without so much as a word.
Skull stared at the man, who eventually looked up at him. "Are you
coming?" he asked, incredulously.
Kijana said something that was lost to Skull, but which Kipchoge translated.
"He said someone needs to make sure you don't get lost."
"All righty then!" Skull grinned, giving his partner the thumbs-up,
which Kijana returned. Skull strapped on his own helmet and kick-started
the engine. "Let's roll!"
* * *
Maker, we have arrived.
Even as these words came, Billy felt a perceptible change in the ship's
"feel." He could tell from the sound of the engines that they
had slowed down from warp, or hyperspace, or Ludicrous Speed, or whatever
this technology termed it. He looked up from the Operations console, where
he had been studying the schematics of the five lions in hopes of giving
himself a head start on the repair process. "Where should we start?"
he asked aloud, crossing over to the Science station to run a scan of the
area.
What he saw in the scanner made his guts clench. They were coming into
a high orbit around an Earth-like planet, surrounded by a dense cloud of
wreckage from the war Alth had described. The planet showed negligible
life signs, and none at all for the graveyard of ships here in orbit with
them. Alth gracefully wove a path through the shattered hulks of claw-fighters
and larger warships as they spun in their endless circles around the dead
world. Here and there, an orbit decayed enough to plunge a fiery mass of
metal into the atmosphere to further blast the tortured surface.
Billy could feel that coming back to this place had been very difficult
for Alth. Echoes of her frustration, her hunger, and her numbing sadness
reached him even away from the pilot's chair.
Something finally came up on the scan: a structure similar to Alth herself.
The Yellow Lion. You must start with him.
"I'll try, I promise. There's just one thing that worries me,
though."
Yes, Maker?
"Well, it took you several days to fully repair yourself. Even
if I can get the other four activated again quickly, my friends on Earth
can't wait that many more days for us to get back."
Our unity shall give us strength, Maker. When I was alone, I was weak.
With another at his side, the Yellow Lion will fast recover, and with us
both alive, our father and our children will grow strong again that much
faster.
Billy checked the display one last time. Alth was bringing them in
right up in front of Yellow Lion, face to face. "Okay, I'd better
head on over. I hope this suit holds atmosphere as well as the specs say."
You shall be safe.
"I appreciate that, trust me." With that, Billy left the
cockpit and headed down the spinal corridor, all the way to the main Operations
and Engineering section. Here, he picked up his tools and a portable power
supply. He then dropped by the armory to pick up a hand-held thruster for
use in EVA's, and at length, made his way to the hangar.
There was scarcely enough room in the cockpit of the front sled-fighter
for Billy and his equipment, but he stowed it the best he could, brought
down the canopy, and powered up the one-man fighter. Using the knowledge
Alth had given him during the first merge, he keyed in a series of commands
to open the hangar doors, and then the lion's jaws.
"Cleared for takeoff," he noted to himself, checking out the
status lights on his console. He then took hold of the single control joystick
and slowly propelled himself along the rail-tracks, out through the lion's
jaws, and into space.
Once free, he was immediately wrenched by vertigo as he saw the enormity
of the Yellow Lion drifting lifelessly before him. Seeing it in Alth's
memories, it had been more a living thing than a machine, and even though
he'd gained a pretty good idea of its structure from reading the schematics,
he simply wasn't prepared for the sight of it.
Where the Blue Lion had merely borne a strong resemblance to the WolfZord,
the Yellow Lion was a dead ringer for the original Sabretooth Tiger zord,
only once again much, much larger. Seeing it here, in this context, took
Billy way aback, and for a while, all he could do was stare at it, wondering
what the connection could be.
He then kicked in a little with the thrusters and made a slow circuit around
the lion, to better survey the damage. It was in plenty worse shape than
the Blue had been, even after the crash-landing on Earth. The hull was
holed in several places, the legs were tweaked in strange directions (hyperextended,
as it were), the tail was halfway severed, and blast point after blast
point scarred its surface. Billy was at a loss. Even with his help, how
soon would even this one lion be ready to fight again?
As he continued examining the ship, he began to pick out differences between
this lion and the Sabretooth Tiger, apart from the size. For one, the head
had a huge ear on this one side (and presumably the other), which appeared
to be mounted on enormous hinges, enabling it to pivot out from the face.
The ears were more dog-like than lion-like, and Billy found himself momentarily
reminded of the big furry puppy-dragon from "The Neverending Story."
In addition to this, there was an enormous laser cannon mounted on Yellow's
back, and spike-shaped missile mounts at the shoulder of the foreleg. Its
offensive power seemed to be on display for all the universe to see.
Billy continued back around the other side, trying to take in as much of
the damage as he could. As he came around to the other side of the lion's
head, however, he saw something that made him feel positively ill inside.
During the battle, something (probably a robeast) had grabbed onto the
right front leg with gigantic claws, leaving great gouges in the shining
metal. Then, it had brought another claw down across the right side of
the face, and ripped deeply into it. The right ear had been all but pulled
clean away, taking most of the right side of the face with it, leaving
both hanging onto the rest of the head by just a few twisted pieces of
metal. Looking into the gaping wound, Billy saw, to his disquiet, the inside
of the cockpit, open to vacuum.
He wasn't going to be able to do any more good from here, so he decided
to try docking. The lion's lower jaw was hanging open, so he brought his
tiny ship around and maneuvered into the open mouth.
It was pitch black inside: not even emergency lighting was left. Only the
external lights of Billy's craft enabled him to see where he was going
and navigate into the docking passage. The going was pretty rough, as the
tunnel was filled with both wreckage and what appeared to be sand, but
he managed to get through it, and finally touched down in another hangar,
similar to the one he'd left behind.
Pausing first to make sure that his suit was properly sealed and pressurized,
he popped open the canopy, gathered up his equipment, and pushed himself
out into the weightless environment of the hangar. The first thing he pulled
out was his high-powered flashlight, and he used it to scan the room.
It was filled with ships much like his own mini-sled, but only one or two
appeared intact: the rest were smashed, as was most of the hangar. He checked
for exits, and found them where he'd have expected: at least Alfor had
been more or less consistent with the interior layouts.
He used his hand-held thruster to give himself momentum, then navigated
the tangled maze of damaged internal corridors to Engineering. Once here,
he started unpacking his tools.
Truth be told, Billy wasn't very easy to spook. He jumped during horror
movies as much as the next person, but he wasn't by nature the type to
be particularly scared of the dark, and didn't have much truck with the
idea of anyplace being haunted, per se. None of which changed the fact
that he was slowly finding himself deeply terrified of his surroundings.
This was a genuine ghost ship, after all. But in horror movies and ghost
stories, the scariest part was knowing that something... someone was out
there that you couldn't see. Here, he felt no one at all: Yellow Lion was
lifeless and empty. And after having unknowingly felt Alth's presence all
the while he'd explored Blue Lion, this emptiness scared him more than
any haunting.
"Alth, can you hear me?" he whispered into his helmet microphone.
I am here, Maker. Her voice was distant, but still present.
"Oh, good. Um, just making sure. Listen, I'm in Engineering, and I'm
going to try to put things in motion over here. Maybe now would be a good
time for you to... I don't know... get something to eat. You need to replenish,
don't you?"
I hunger, Maker, but the life of my mate is more important.
"Well, I might be a little while here at first, so you ought to
go ahead. From the looks of the debris outside, you won't need to go far."
I shall be close by if I am needed.
"Believe me, I appreciate that. Thanks."
Alth said nothing more, and Billy heard the distant sound of engines as
she set off to search for nourishment.
Billy set up an electric lantern to at least give the darkness around him
an outline, then took the portable power supply and brought it over to
the main computer terminal. It was a relatively simple process to hook
the supply up, and once it was in place, he fired up the computers.
To his relief, the room lit up with red emergency lights, and the computers
flickered to life, displaying schematic diagrams riddled with warning lights.
Billy checked these out in reference to the original schematics, and tried
to get an idea of where to even start.
Then, he figured it out. Even as damaged as the Blue Lion had been, she
had still been partially connected to her main crystalline power source.
The Yellow Lion, it appeared, was not so lucky. When Billy needed to do,
then, was get that power supply working with these systems again, and he
only had a few hours of battery-power to work with.
After considering it for a while, he picked up his all-purpose power-tool,
opened a service hatch, and got himself up into the maintenance crawlspaces,
taking great care not to snag his suit against any sharp edges. Once more
into the guts, he thought, and this calmed him somewhat.
He began testing contact points with his multimeter, seeing which of the
severed power leads might still be connected to the main source. Of course,
if the main source itself had gone out entirely, then there was probably
very little Billy, Alth or anyone could do about it, but he preferred not
to think about that.
After a few failed checks, he found, to his amazement, an entire section
that was still holding power, but which had seemingly been severed from
every external system systematically. Studying the extensive wreckage,
Billy realized that this had been in self-defense: the battle must have
caused a massive power-feedback surge, which might have damaged the main
crystal had these circuit breakers not blown. They'd gone out a few at
a time, protecting the power source bit by bit, until finally, after one
attack too many, it became disconnected entirely, and the extensive backup
repair systems had been unable, for whatever reason, to fix it.
This, at least, gave him a starting point. On something of a whim, he switched
his communicator to external speakers, and began to talk aloud. The sound
wouldn't carry through the airless environment, but he didn't really care.
"Hello, there. I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm Billy. Billy
Mitchell. I understand your name's Toth. And from the looks of things in
here, you're not in good shape. I'm going to have to do some serious rerouting
of power to access your main source. I hope that's okay with you."
The tough part was figuring out which leads went to which systems, and
which could be salvaged. Repair was most important, though it wouldn't
hurt much to get environmental controls back to give the interior some
gravity and atmosphere again. Billy experimentally connected a pair of
leads, and got a shower of sparks for his trouble.
"It's okay, I think. You can trust me. I've been doing this kind of
thing for years, now. You know how it is: you get good at something, you
stick with it. Anyway, your mate brought me here all the way from my home
planet, Earth. She says I'm a Maker, and I guess you and I will be finding
out whether or not she's right. And believe me, I hope she is."
After a pause, Billy sighed. "So why am I here? Well, my world's in
trouble from the same people who attacked yours, and I've got friends back
there who could really use some help... I sure hope they're still okay...."
* * *
The ninth wave of attack ended precisely on schedule, in spite of the interruption
in the routine earlier, and by all accounts, the fight was still going
well. No ships had come through to attack the surface, no great amounts
of wreckage had made it through the atmosphere, and none of the Rangers
had fallen asleep at the wheel yet in spite of the grueling hours.
From her place alone in the Power Chamber, though, Katherine had a much
different perspective. She could see the remaining power reserves of the
Phoenix dwindling down, and before long they would be measuring its available
energy in hours rather than days. She could see that all five of the Rangers
were running temperatures, though perhaps the brief rest would help set
that right. She could see that the Machine Empire was still building and
recycling, building and recycling, reclaiming many of their own damaged
ships to build anew in a seemingly never-ending stream. Billy had been
right: to win this, they'd have to take on the source, but to do that would
require the MegaZord, and then how many people would die on the surface
while they were fighting in space?
And now Billy was gone. It would have been one thing had Blue Lion been
destroyed: at least then Katherine would know that he was dead. Instead,
he was last seen headed into deep space on an out-of-control alien craft,
in obvious pain. And he'd even directed his last words to her. He'd apologized.
For what? She didn't even want to think about it.
She spent the end of this "day" monitoring the transmissions
between the five Rangers. Tommy would be staying with Rocky tonight, as
he'd ended the day closer to Rocky than to Adam, and they needed to conserve
as much of the Phoenix's strength as possible. Kimberly, the freshest of
the fighters, seemed to be doing okay, as did Tanya, who apparently packed
a full night's sleep into every three hours, but Rocky and Adam were in
bad shape, and Tommy couldn't possibly be much better.
After listening to the final good-night transmissions between the fighters,
Katherine finally stood up and turned away from the main console. She couldn't
sit and look at the long-range scanners any longer. The others would need
her now that Billy was gone, and she'd do well to be rested when the time
came.
Before she left, though, another transmission came in. "Katherine,
are you still awake?"
It was Adam. Looking at the console, she saw that he was calling in on
a one-to-one frequency, making this basically a private call. "Hullo,
Adam," she replied, wearily. "How do you feel?"
"Do you want bravado or honesty?"
"Why not give me both?"
Adam chuckled. "Well, the bravado says 'Yeah, we showed those robots!
Bring 'em on again tomorrow!' The honest part says I don't know if I've
got another day left in me. I think I might have accidentally shot down
the Hubble today, but I'm not quite sure. Who knows, maybe I'll feel better
after my nap."
"I hope so, Adam."
"So... how are YOU taking things?"
She laughed a single, humorless laugh. "Oh, I'm fine. Even without
my powers, I'm still recovering as speedily as ever. There's not even much
pain when I move anymore."
"Kat, you know that's not what I meant," he told her.
"What do you expect?" she sighed. She would have snapped, but
she didn't have the energy to be angry, and certainly not with Adam. "I
watched him take an unknown alien ship out there to fight hundreds of enemies,
and then he just... disappeared. I'm worried, I'm scared, and I've never
felt so alone in all my life. Do you know how quiet and lonely this place
is without anyone else here? I was so used to having Zordon, Alpha and
Billy here all the time, and now they're all gone... And I tried to teleport
him back, Adam, before the lion took off, but I couldn't get a lock in
time, and...."
Adam paused for a moment, probably to make sure she was done. "I'm
sorry, Kat. But I'll tell you this: Billy's the most resourceful and clever
guy I've ever met. He'll find his way back. I'm sure of it. After all,
he's got a lot to come back for."
Katherine had a vivid flashback to the moment she'd kissed him for the
first and only time. A lot to come back for....
"Kat?" Adam asked.
"I hope he comes back soon," she whispered. "I have so much
I need to tell him."
"He'll be back. And you know what? I'm probably saying more than I
should, here, but I think he's got a lot to tell you, too."
"Do you think so?"
"In all good faith, I should leave it at that. I'll let him tell you
the rest."
She nodded, though of course Adam wouldn't be able to see this. "Thanks,"
she whispered, brokenly. "You'd better get some rest."
"Promise me you'll do the same, Katherine. Okay?"
"Okay."
* * *
Trini burst through the open door of Jason's dorm room and unceremoniously
flopped herself down on the tiny futon-couch. "I," she announced,
"am frustrated."
"Good evening to you, too," Jason nodded, looking up from his
desk. "Things aren't going too well?"
She rolled over and stared at the ceiling. "That would be an understatement.
There is nothing at all I can do with that communicator. It is so
difficult sometimes to make Earth technology and Zordon's technology work
together. Right now, it's proving to be downright impossible! I tried everything
I could think of, but I can't make any outside power source compatible
with the communicator, and that means I can't boost its signal."
"Hey take it easy," Jason said, crouching down next to the futon.
"You're doing the best you can."
"If I were in the Command Center, I'd be able to rig this up with
no problem."
"If you were in the Command Center, we wouldn't need to." Trini
finally took a look around. "Where's Bulk? I thought he was going
to stay here with you."
"Zack's showing him around a little. You know, he's a lot different
than I remember."
"A distinct improvement," Trini agreed.
"So... does this mean we've still got no way back?" Jason ventured.
"I wouldn't quite say that," Trini sighed. "I got enough
information out of the communicator to duplicate its frequencies, but it's
going to mean constructing something from scratch using Earth technology,
and it could take days to get it right."
Jason closed his eyes. He hated setbacks worse than just about anything,
but now was not the time to get frustrated. "Well, you don't look
like you're in much shape to do any more work tonight. Why don't you make
me a list of what you need to make this work, and I'll see about finding
stuff for you."
She shot him a look. "No offense, but I don't know if you'd recognize
half the things on the list. I'd better come with you. Incidentally, did
you try calling?"
"Well, I tried, but it looks like transatlantic calls are still down.
I guess if the phones had been working, Billy probably would have just
called us instead of sending Bulk."
Trini sighed, then gracefully swung herself to her feet. "Come on,
let's head into town. We're not getting any closer just sitting here."
"Let me just leave a note for Zack and Bulk."
* * *
If this didn't work, Billy was afraid that nothing would. He'd managed
thus far to repair and hook up the Yellow Lion's auto-diagnostic scanners
and matter-transference emitters, which under normal circumstances would
effect the lion's self-repairs by scanning for damage and then "beaming"
stored matter into the various gaps to seal them. But even though he had
them hooked up to what he believed to be live power leads, they were not
firing up properly. His meters showed that the integrity of the connections
was fine, and his repair job had been sufficient, but he was getting nothing.
In a last-ditch effort, he'd disconnected his power supply from the computers
and re-hooked it to the repaired sections, hoping that giving them a boost
would kick-start the power flow again. But barring that, he was out of
ideas.
Once he had all the requisite contact points established, he extricated
himself from the service hatch and pulled himself down next to the power
supply. It was getting pretty low on power itself, and might not be able
to give him much more than one or two jump-starts.
"Well, Toth, let's see if this works," he said, quietly. Without
really considering why, he first shouted "CLEAR!" before he applied
the jolt.
Something sparked in the works, and at first Billy wondered if he'd burned
out the very systems he'd been trying to repair. But then, very quickly,
there was a sense of activity and power flow, and the emergency lights
came up.
"All right!" Billy cheered, pushing off from the floor to check
on his work. Power was flowing normally now, and the emitters were already
at work restoring more and more connections from the central source. Billy
disconnected his wires quickly and got out of the way to let the lion heal.
He packed up his tools, took his thruster in hand, and with a few tiny
bursts, got himself moving again. He wound his way through the still-darkened
internal passages, up to the spine, and then made a straight shot for the
cockpit. Maybe he could speed things along by removing the key, as he had
with Alth.
The design of the bridge was all but identical to that of the Blue Lion,
but as he had noticed from outside, most of the right side of the outer
hull was missing. Each of the crew stations was present, but Billy noticed
one key difference: here, the Communications console was by far the most
sophisticated. He was beginning to get the idea that each of the five lions
would have its own strengths, and the layouts would play to these strengths.
Still weightless, Billy pulled himself up along the staircase railing to
the pilot's chair, and scanned the main console for the key. He found it
right where he expected to, and reached to slide it out.
Mid-reach, though, he stopped, and looked down at the chair. He paused
for a long while, then gingerly sat down.
The mental touch he felt was very faint, but present. The spark of life
was growing, starting from the center and working its way out to every
extremity.
And then, Billy heard the voice: barely perceptible, on the fringes of
his consciousness. Hello, Maker....
"Good morning, Toth," Billy smiled.
Forgive my lack of hospitality, but I fear I would not hold an atmosphere
long in my current condition.
"That's just fine." He tried to place the composite voice, as
he had with Alth's. It was still faint, but was already showing signs of
Adam, Zack, and even a little bit of the modern-day Bulk and Skull. The
greater part of the voice, though, Billy did not recognize.
By Alfor's Gift, my mate is returning! It is good to see her well.
Since none of the monitors were working, Billy looked out through where
the right-hand bulkheads had been, but saw nothing. From Toth, though,
he got the impression that she was approaching from somewhere off to the
opposite side. "She brought me back for the rest of you. And she insisted
I help you first."
Then I thank you both.
Leaning forward in the chair, Billy once again reached for the key.
"Toth, I'm going to remove your key, all right?"
Wait, Maker. Please do not do that.
Billy stopped, his fingers resting on the key. "But won't it slow
down your repairs if I leave it?"
I have slept too long already. Allow me to enjoy my mate's company again.
She will be able to help me, as I sense she helped you with your own mate.
"Kat's not my...." he started to say for the second time,
but again, a question brought him short. "You can't communicate when
you don't have your keys in place? But she communicated with me when Kat
was dying, just like you said."
That is because you held her key, Maker.
"Oh," Billy blinked. "Oh, okay. So... will you be okay
taking things from here? I should probably get started on one of the other
lions."
Alth and I shall finish what you have started. Again, Maker, I thank
you with all my spirit.
At that moment, to his shock, Billy recognized the core of Toth's voice
as being his own. That meant that in this reflection of his own psyche,
he and Kat.... "You're welcome, of course," he whispered, pushing
himself up out of the pilot's chair and retracing his path back to Engineering.
Once he had gathered up his remaining gear, he headed back to the hangar,
powered up his ship, and headed back out into space.
As he left, he looked back over his shoulder at the now-active Yellow Lion.
As he watched, multiple beams emitted from the gaping wound in the face,
and started pulling the almost-severed section back into place. After about
thirty seconds, the two parts joined, and the fissure lit up brilliantly,
as though welding itself back together.
Billy turned his attention to the Blue Lion, which was hovering in front
of its counterpart, eyes lit up a brilliant yellow. In reply, the Yellow
Lion's eyes lit up blue.
He lives again.... Billy heard in his mind. The voice was Alth's,
but more powerful than the words were the mental tones of first surprise,
then disbelief, and finally deep gratitude.
"Can you two handle things from here?" Billy asked, softly.
Yes... Of course. Maker, I... found Rith.... He drew his gaze to
the Blue Lion's tail, which was emitting a tractor beam. Sure enough, she
had the wreck of the Green Lion in tow behind her.
"I'll get started on her right away. In the meantime, you and Toth
might have a little catching up to do."
* * *
Siege, day ten
When Katherine had first come to the realization that Billy was
not going to be coming back to the Power Chamber, at least for a while,
she'd spent the remainder of the attack day wandering from station to station,
trying to figure each one out. This was partly to familiarize herself with
the current setup, partly to increase her own ability to help the Rangers
from here at the base, and partly to keep her mind off worrying about Billy.
By early in her second attack day alone at the helm, she had familiarized
herself pretty well. She continued going station to station, but now she
did it partly to make certain everything was running smoothly and mostly
to keep her mind off worrying about Billy.
The tenth attack day was just three hours old when Katherine noticed something
odd while checking out the tracking systems for the Zero Zord. Zero's tactical
screen reminded her of her own viewer back in her zord, only much smaller,
and the computer took care of all the tracking, guiding the laser cannon
atop the roof of the base to fire at the enemy. While the gun was about
as powerful as a real zord, it was also much, much slower, hence its function
as limited backup for Adam and Tommy.
She watched it slowly bring the sights around to lock on a target, fire,
and vaporize it. Then it began its relentless search for the next. After
a while, it found one, zeroed in slowly, and fired. Kaboom. Katherine continued
to watch, wondering if maybe she'd be able to do a better job with manual
control, as she had with her zord. Probably not, she considered, as she'd
had her powers backing her up then, and her response time would be slowed
without them.
The computer went on tracking. Point, shoot, boom. Point, shoot, boom.
Point, shoot, dodge.
Katherine's eyes widened. The latest red blip had dodged out of the way
a split second before the laser had fired. She'd never seen a cog pilot
do that before!
Undaunted, the computer continued tracking it, re-established a lock, and
fired again. For the second time, the enemy blip dodged, as though it knew
exactly when Zero would fire.
Her first thought was that it might be Billy, somehow, but she shook this
off and went to one of the few unoccupied scanner terminals to get a better
look at this blip.
The resulting scan revealed the incoming ship to be of a very simple design,
with no visible weapons. A vector-diagram outline of it appeared on the
screen, and Katherine's breath caught in her throat. It looked a lot like
a coffin. The others had mentioned something about a coffin back when this
had all started, or more accurately, they had mentioned the thing that
had come out of the coffin.
And this coffin was on a course for the Power Chamber. She darted for the
main console and activated communications. "Tommy! Adam! There's a
robeast coffin coming in, and it's heading right for the Power Chamber!
Zero can't get a clean shot at it!"
"I've got it on scan now, Kat!" Tommy reported back. "I
don't know if I can get there in time!"
"I'm too far away to take a shot!" Adam shouted. "I've kind
of got my hands full over here! Do you need backup?"
"Stay there, Adam, I'll handle this!" Tommy ordered. Katherine
watched the main viewer tensely, as the Phoenix zoomed in at top speed.
But the coffin was coming in too fast!
The ground literally shook from the impact as the coffin-ship slammed into
the ground no more than a mile from the Power Chamber. Katherine quickly
brought up a scan of the crash site. The coffin had smashed into pieces
on impact, leaving a smoldering crater filled with wreckage. But amidst
that wreckage, something was moving.
Then, to Katherine's horror, the something began to grow. With a screech,
the Phoenix sped by, strafing the crash site with laserfire, but it did
nothing more than irritate the monster, which continued to grow unchecked.
Only in her worst nightmares had Katherine envisioned anything like the
twisted demon-thing now before her eyes. Human only in shape, mottled green
skin oozing with slime, powerful hands with claws half again the length
of the fingers, a mouth filled with rows of teeth like a shark's, and eyes
that burned with evil and fury.
"Kat, I can't take that thing with the Phoenix!" Tommy was shouting.
"I need you to prep the Red BattleZord! I'm going to have to ditch
the Phoenix out in the desert until we can ace this creep!"
"Right!" she replied, tearing her eyes from the screen and scanning
for the appropriate controls. Her efforts to familiarize herself with the
systems paid off, here, and she was able to find the right series of switches
within about five seconds. But during that five seconds, the robeast continued
to grow, and was starting to walk purposefully forward, right toward the
Power Chamber.
It was then that Katherine realized that hers was not the only life in
danger.
She hurried back to the scanners and switched to an external view of the
immediate vicinity. The crowd of several hundred campers and onlookers
surrounding the mountain was still there. They all looked startled by the
nearby explosion and accompanying earthquake, but they were standing there,
milling about, not making any efforts to get away.
Katherine returned to the communications controls, switched over to external
speakers, and then remembered herself enough to disguise the outgoing voice
with the vocorder.
"Attention, everyone!" she shouted into the microphone. "All
civilians surrounding the mountain! This is Zeo Power Ranger I! We are
under attack! Evacuate the area, immediately! You'll all be in great danger
if you stay! Please, evacuate the area, as quickly as you can!" She
then turned the mike off and got back to the scanner.
"Kat, I've landed a few miles away!" Tommy called in. "Send
out the Red BattleZord!"
"Here it comes!" she called back, slamming her hand down on the
control to fire the zord out into battle. "Tommy, please hurry! I
don't know how quickly all these people can get away!"
"Don't worry, Kat! That robeast'll have to get through me first!"