Chapter 10 - Knockin' on Heaven's Door
Even with the Blue Lion flying at mind-mangling speeds, the interior
held no inertia, meaning that Billy was free to pace the hangar without
becoming a smear against the rear walls.
He had a lot of preparation to do: this was going to be the single most
dangerous mission of his life as a Power Ranger, doubly so for his life
without the Power directly protecting him. He still had the patented Amazing
Recuperative Abilities, which were fine for recovering from a thrashing,
but not so good for preventing that thrashing from occurring in the first
place.
All he needed to do was infiltrate the main Skybase of the Machine Empire,
try to cut off communications between the leaders and their thousands of
troops, bring down the shield to allow the Rangers and Voltron lions to
attack the base directly, fight off any guards he might encounter along
the way, and oh yes, "destroy" (read: kill) the witch Haggar
with a magical sword he didn't even know how to wield.
No problem.
He raided the weapons locker first, as he imagined he'd need a lot more
than the sword to defend himself. At his left hip he belted a standard-issue
Voltron Force laser pistol with a fully-charged battery, good for a few
dozen shots at least. At his opposite side he strapped on a rocket pistol,
which fired miniature explosive missiles: no more than two inches in length
each, but capable of a devastating blast. The gun itself held only eight
shots, so he'd have to use them wisely.
Across his chest he tied a bandolier, carrying several concussive grenades,
several magnesium "flash" grenades, a couple of extra laser batteries,
and three clips of ammunition for the rocket pistol. He loaded the very
bottom pouch of the bandolier with some compact but efficient explosive
devices, which he hoped would be sufficient to blow up the communications
relays, processing plants, or whatever else he could get to.
Lastly, he tested the heft of a semi-automatic rocket rifle. Similar to
the rocket pistol, it fired explosive missiles rather than laser blasts
or bullets, but these were far more potent than their smaller cousins.
He didn't have room to carry more than a single spare clip of ammunition
for this one, so he'd have to make every shot count.
This done, he took stock of himself. Two pistols, rifle, two types of grenades,
explosives, ammunition, and a magic sword. Plus his all-purpose power-tool
and a miniature repair kit which he hoped would serve equally well for
a saboteur.
For a moment, it occurred to him that he'd trade it all in for his old
Power Lance. That was something he knew how to use, and a role he was comfortable
with. He'd never been a commando on a Schwarzeneggerian mission of destruction
before.
But then, the next moment, he realized that those days were really over.
He was not a Power Ranger, no matter how much he remained in denial about
it. And with recent developments shaping his future, it was more than likely
that he would never be a Power Ranger again.
But that didn't have to be a bad thing. Perhaps all of his time in the
Power Chamber, working so closely with the zords, with Alpha and Zordon,
and with the team had all been part of his trying to hang onto what was
lost.
He really wasn't sure what he was now.
Then he remembered what it was that Alth had called him. What all
the lions had called him.
Maker.
It wasn't a title that came with a specific set of instructions or responsibilities,
like Power Ranger. It was a vague designation at best, open to any number
of interpretations. But it was one the lions had used with respect and
deference.
He didn't know how to be a Maker, come right down to it. But he
knew that the lions had counted on him, just as they were counting on him
now. Just as his friends piloting the lions and defending the Earth were
counting on him. And if that meant he was going to have to learn to be
a movie-style action hero on the fly, then that was what he would do.
Maybe that was all part of being a Maker after all. Doing whatever you
could to Make things right, even if you had to Make it up as you went along.
Billy took a deep breath, adjusted the strap of the rocket rifle on his
shoulder, then went to check on his fighter craft.
Here again was another great example of the fact that he was more or less
winging it. The shield around Mondo's main base was made of an energy that
the sensors in the Power Chamber had been unable to identify, and which
the weapons of the Blue Lion had been unable to penetrate. A blast of the
same energy had sent the Blue Lion spinning off course during Billy's maiden
flight. But water had passed right through it.
This energy, he now knew, was in fact pure magical power, which Billy's
earthbound sensors had been unable to properly analyze. A spell specifically
attuned to keep out anything that might be seen as hostile: energy weapons,
missiles, or whatever. But it was not proof against water.
Nor, Billy hoped, would it be proof against the magic-shielding properties
of Alfor's sword. The sword was weakened, though, and no longer had the
ability to shield Voltron, or even one of the individual lions, from a
magical assault.
But Billy was willing to gamble that it was still strong enough to protect
a single one-person fighter craft. If his calculations were correct, the
presence of the sword would allow his tiny ship to pass clean through the
shield. Of course, he was making these calculations based on incomplete
knowledge of the properties of the magical and anti-magical energies, making
this entire venture largely based on a SWAG and gut instinct.
The ship appeared to be in good working order. All that remained was one
last detail.
Using a miniature blowtorch from his tool kit, he began to meticulously
burn a series of letters into the side of the hull, just below the canopy.
The torch had just enough power to mark the hull without actually damaging
it. When he was finished, he took a step back to admire his work.
CROW T. SPACECRAFT
As he completed his inspection of the craft, he heard Katherine's voice
through his comlink. "Billy, we're getting closer. We'll be engaging
in about three minutes. Are you ready?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," he sighed. "Promise me you'll be careful
when I'm gone, okay?"
Katherine paused a moment before she replied. "You're asking me
to be careful?" she said, quietly. "I've got several hundred
tons of Blue Lion protecting me. Promise me you'll be careful."
"I promise," he smiled.
"Then so do I," she replied. There was another pause, in which
he could hear her take a shaky breath. "Billy, there's something I've
been wanting to tell you for the past several days, but I never had the
chance. Or if I had the chance, I was... afraid to take it. Something
very important. I want to tell you now."
"Don't."
"Why not?" she asked, her voice suddenly very small.
"Because I'd rather hear it when we both get back to Earth alive."
"But we might not... I mean, one of us might... or even both...!"
"That won't happen," he said, vehemently. "Believe me,
I have a lot to say to you, too. But not now. Not here. These aren't going
to be our last words to one another, I promise you. After everything we've
been through, it can't end that way. We can't let it."
"All right," she whispered. "But I will hold you
to this."
"I'm looking forward to that," he smiled.
"So am I," she said in a low voice.
Her husky tone caught Billy somewhat off-guard. "You know," he
said, "we should probably be careful. Do you remember the time when
we all met at my place and rented that movie 'Speed' a few months ago?"
"I remember," she agreed.
"Right, well do you remember the line Keanu Reeves said to Sandra
Bullock right at the very last? Something like 'I've heard relationships
based on intense experiences never work.'"
"Yes, I remember," she repeated. "Now, do you remember
what Sandra Bullock said in reply to that?"
Billy paused, thought about this, then so much as felt his face turn red
yet again.
Katherine went on, as he could not find his voice. "That might be
excessive in this case, but it should give you something to think about
while you're on the Skybase. Kat out."
* * *
The Phoenix pulled out of a steep dive to blow away a formation of claw-fighters
before they could unload their own weapons over the city of Anchorage.
Even when the ships were disabled, he kept firing, atomizing as much of
the debris as he could to keep it from harming anyone on the way down.
He hoped the people in the city were listening to the air raid warnings,
and more importantly taking them seriously.
Substituting Zack for Adam a few hours ago had been necessary, no question,
but it had not really done much to improve their position. Adam had been
fighting while exhausted, true, but Zack's inexperience with Taurus was
making him about as effective as the tired-out Adam had been, so they had
really gained no ground with the switch. But Tommy couldn't really complain,
as things would have been far worse had Zack not been there in the
nick of time.
Even so, the fight was getting closer and closer to the ground. Tommy was
no longer picking off prey from the upper atmosphere: usually by the time
he intercepted his foes they were at altitudes of just a few hundred yards.
And his own time was running out, as a glance at his power reserve gauge
revealed.
His tracking computers brought him onto his next intercept course, but
he quickly realized that there was something wrong. The ships were moving
away! Not only that, but they were gaining altitude rather than descending.
Rocky spoke up before Tommy could. "Hey guys, it looks like they're
retreating again!"
"I think you're right, Rock!" Tommy transmitted back. "All
Rangers, check in! Are you getting the same readings?"
"That's an aye-firmative!" Tanya shouted.
"They're bugging out!" Kim said.
"I don't get it!" Zack put in. "Wait a minute! Kat said
something about this. Didn't they do this before?"
"Only once," Tommy explained. "That was when..." He
trailed off as he remembered what had caused the first withdrawal. "Kim,
Tanya, go to your long-range scanners! See if there's anything coming in!"
"I'm not reading anything!" Kimberly replied almost immediately.
"Whatever it is that's got their attention, I think it's on the other
side of the planet!"
"Tanya, do you see anything?" Tommy pressed.
"Wait a second... YES! Something's coming in! I've got five incoming
ships on scan, and the bad guys are going after them!"
"I'll bet I know who that is!" Zack cheered. As if in
reply, a new voice came over the cockpit speakers: a voice Tommy immediately
recognized.
"Black Lion to Power Rangers! Come in, Power Rangers!"
"Jason!" Tommy shouted.
Jason grinned at the surprise in Tommy's voice. "How's it goin' down
there, bro?"
"We've been better, man," Tommy laughed. "D'you mind explaining
what's going on here? Is Billy with you?"
"Sort of," Jason replied, distractedly, as he took in the sight
of hundreds of enemy fighters on an intercept course with the five lions.
"It's kind of a long story, but I'll let him tell it after we win
this war. Right now, though, here's the plan. You guys take five and let
the Voltron Force handle things for a little while."
"Voltron Force?" Rocky asked.
"Trust me, man, we'll explain later. We're gonna try to get that shield
around Mondo's fortress knocked down so we can get in there and take out
the factories, so that he can't keep pumping out more ships. It looks like
the bad guys are gonna leave you alone for a while, but we might need all
ten of us to finish this fight, so Tommy, you set the Phoenix down, save
your last power reserves, and the rest of you sit tight while we make some
noise!"
"Good luck, you guys!" Kim cheered.
The Black Lion's scanners reported that the enemy would be in range in
forty seconds. Jason smiled in anticipation. "Okay, Voltron Force,
for old time's sake, let's log on! Black Lion, ready!"
"Red Lion, fired up!" Adam shouted.
"Green Lion, all systems go!" Trini followed.
"Blue Lion, standing by for dropoff!" Kat reported.
"Yellow Lion, all weapons charged and ready!" Aisha finished.
From the lower tier of the cockpit, Jason heard Skull add a line of his
own. "And Bulk Ranger and the Skull-meister, along for the ride!"
"Brace yourselves, you two," Jason warned his crewmen. "We're
going in!"
* * *
The five lions met the onrushing ships in a V-shaped formation, then quickly
split off to make their attack runs. Black Lion charged right into the
mass of ships, all weapons blazing, and began quite handily shredding the
enemy forces. Meanwhile, the other four split into two groups, with the
Blue and Red Lions making a direct run for Mondo's fortress, and the Yellow
and Green Lions attacking the orbital platforms.
From her place in the pilot's chair, Katherine found all of her senses
taken by the neural interface, far more so than with the one Zord she had
piloted as a Power Ranger. She knew now what Billy had been describing:
she did indeed feel that this ship had a presence, and joined in this way,
Katherine knew all of the ship's capabilities, and was able to use them
to their fullest potential. Pain from dozens of incoming laser shots, like
needles on her skin, kept her reflexes sharp, and her sight, which encompassed
all directions, warned her of the dangers coming from every side. She picked
out targets and shot them down, just as she had from the surface, but now
she was taking them a dozen or more at a time.
With Adam giving her plenty of cover, she was able to quickly lay in a
course for the Skybase, and she gunned the engines for an attack run.
"Billy!" she transmitted to the tiny ship somewhere in the lion's
interior. "We're about to make our pass over the Skybase!"
* * *
Billy finished with the last of his restraints and brought down Crow's
canopy. "Acknowledged, Kat," he transmitted back. "I'll
be in position in a few seconds."
The fighter's engines came to life with the lightest touch on the controls,
and Billy maneuvered the ship through the hangar doors and onto the launch
tracks. He brought the ship past the processing units, past the next huge
door (which closed behind him), and halfway down the hexagonal launch tube,
where he stopped. "I'm in position," he reported, unsheathing
Alfor's sword and laying it across his lap. "Ready when you are."
"Are you sure this will work?" Katherine asked.
"If you mean Crow being able to ride the water-blast, then yes, it's
structurally sound enough for that. If you mean getting through the shield,
well, we'll know soon enough, won't we? Whatever happens, though, don't
stick around the base too long or you might attract a blast of magic, like
I did."
"I'll be careful," she replied. "We're going in! Water-blast
in five... four... three... two... one... Water-blast now!"
Behind Billy's ship, the doors to the water-storage chambers slid open,
and a solid wall of the liquid gushed forth. Billy waited until the onrushing
wave was almost upon him, then he ignited Crow's thrusters to give him
some momentum. The water caught up with him then, surrounded the ship,
and carried him out through the lion's jaws and into open space, to rain
down on the Skybase. Since he couldn't see a thing through all the water,
he used his scanners to guide him in. The shield, which showed up on his
scan as a curved green line, was fast approaching. Billy held the control
grip with one hand, the hilt of the sword with the other, and braced himself.
As before, the water passed directly through the shield, but upon reaching
the barrier, Crow jolted sharply, and the control stick jerked in Billy's
hand. Warning lights came up on his console, reporting problems with his
port and starboard stabilizers. But he had made it through the shield,
and with luck, the water would have camouflaged his entry.
Holding onto the unresponsive joystick with both hands, then, Billy fired
the engines again and pulled up as the water impacted with the surface
of the Skybase. Crow had become about as maneuverable as a school bus,
and Billy nearly wound up smashing into the surface himself. He felt the
bottom of the hull skip off the metallic structure of the base, snapping
off the two rear landing struts in the process, but he was then able to
quickly regain control and bring Crow in for a rough landing about two
hundred yards from the main castle.
Wasting no time, Billy popped open the canopy, stripped off his restraints,
and vaulted out of the cockpit. He gathered up sword, rifle, and other
weapons, then shut down all of Crow's systems, hoping to mask it from any
of the Machine Empire's scans. He might still need this ship for a quick
exit, and it wouldn't do to have it shot up in his absence.
It was then that he got a look at the damage. The ends of the side stabilizers
had been sheared clean off, including the smaller engines that controlled
the yaw and pitch. Only the top-mounted stabilizer remained, so Crow would
be more or less flying in straight lines for the remainder of this mission.
Assuming, of course, he'd even be able to make a takeoff with the rear
landing struts missing.
There wasn't anything he could do to make any repairs here, though, so
he took a quick look around to get his bearings, then made a run for it.
The castle was built upon layer after layer of superstructure, towering
above the rest of the Skybase. Radiating outward from it were symmetrical
lines of buildings and constructs, most of which Billy did not recognize,
and the entire area was abuzz with activity as cogs and other smaller robots
went about their ceaseless toil in the name of the Machine Empire. Billy
kept his laser pistol in hand as he made his way toward the center of the
web, hugging the walls of the buildings as he went.
Suddenly, a small flying robot vaguely shaped like an eye dropped down
out of the sky and hovered just a few feet away. Billy barely had time
to register its presence before it began emitting a siren wail, and red
lights flashed all around its spherical surface. The siren was echoed by
a louder alarm which reverberated through the entire Skybase.
Cursing to himself, Billy took aim and shot the probe down, but the alarm
klaxons continued. Time to move, he thought, as he continued hurrying along
the side of the oblong structure he'd been skirting. Before he could get
to far, however, a large panel opened up in the wall behind him, and about
a dozen cogs streamed out, all of their glowing eyes intent upon him. Most
of the cogs were the familiar silver foot-soldiers, but the front three
were made of some sort of black metal. "Destroy the intruder!"
the three leaders shouted in unison as the phalanx advanced.
Billy backpedaled along the wall, firing at the advancing cogs, but his
laser shots seemed to be absorbed by the black cogs, and when hit, their
eyes lit up just a fraction brighter, as though they were gaining power
from the beams.
Before he could think to draw his other pistol, a second panel opened in
the wall, this one right beside him, and another unit of cogs poured out,
cutting off his path of retreat. Lacking an alternative, then, Billy broke
cover and ran across the huge open space between radii of buildings. The
cogs followed, firing eye-blasts erratically as they came. He didn't have
much chance to return fire, but he was outpacing them pretty easily.
When he was about halfway between two adjacent lines of buildings, however,
a single quadrafighter came swooping down out of the sky and settled down
on its four landing struts right in front of him. The ship's weapons came
around to bear upon him as the cog pilot repeated the words of the black-metal
leaders: "Destroy the intruder!"
Wasting no time, Billy dropped his laser pistol, unslung and brought up
the rocket rifle in one fluid motion, and fired straight into the body
of the quadrafighter. The missile impacted before any of the ship's lasers
could fire, and the entire fighter, pilot and all, went up in a fireball.
Billy scooped up his pistol and continued running, taking cover behind
the flaming wreck as his pursuers continued to close. He quickly holstered
his laser, drew his rocket pistol, then continued his dash for the next
row, firing a few rockets into the cog patrols as he retreated. The tiny
missiles seemed to have an effect on the cog leaders, as one was blown
apart by a lucky shot. The rest of them kept coming, though, still firing
wildly at the retreating Ranger.
Billy made a beeline for the largest of the next row of buildings. It put
him in mind of a warehouse: tall, square and nondescript, with vehicle-sized
as well as humanoid-sized doors. He forced the latter open, dove inside,
then used his laser to fuse the locking mechanism to the doorframe. He
then looked around for something to barricade the door with.
There was almost no light in this building, but by the echoes of his footsteps,
Billy guessed it to be mostly open space, again just like a warehouse.
There were several large structures towering to the ceiling, and debris
scattered everywhere. It looked like there had been quite a fight here
at some point, as there were blast marks on the walls, and some of the
debris consisted of huge robotic arms and legs, apparently ripped from
or shot off of their former owners.
The cogs began pounding at the small doors, but the spot-welding job held
for the moment. Billy wondered why they didn't simply blow it open, but
now was not the time to question cog motives. There had to be someplace
to hide in here, or something he could use to throw the cogs off his trail.
He ran toward one of the towering structures and tried to make it out.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he suddenly realized what it was:
a seventy-foot-tall robot monster, just like one of the many created by
the Machine Empire to attack the Earth. This one looked rather like Punchabunch,
the robotic boxer which had been designed to take on the Red BattleZord
months before. It was dormant, and in serious disrepair, and as Billy looked
closer, he saw the remains of dozens of brass-colored cogs, in pieces,
strewn across the floor at its feet. Some still had tools clutched in their
hands, while others held weapons, but neither tools nor weapons had managed
to save them.
Billy knelt to examine the wreckage, completely baffled by what he saw.
Not only had construction on the monster been stopped, it had apparently
been stopped rather violently, and none of the cog parts had been recycled
for new robots. To destroy his own work force in a fit of anger was certainly
within King Mondo's temperament, but why leave all of these resources unused
afterwards? It didn't make any sense.
"Psst! Ranger!" a familiar voice suddenly hissed. Billy immediately
recognized the accented brogue as belonging to Klank, the Machine King's
major-domo and chief of construction. He tried to take cover behind one
of the giant robot's feet, but he had a sinking feeling it wouldn't do
any good. He'd managed to escape the cogs for now, but in so doing he had
walked right into the sights of Mondo's chief assistant.
"Ranger!" the voice called again, in a sort of whispered shout.
"It willna' do ye any good t'hide!"
Holding his rocket pistol at the ready, Billy placed his back to the robot's
foot and scanned as much of the warehouse as he could, trying to pick up
any sign of his adversary. Nothing moved, however, and the only other sound
was the rhythmic pounding of the cogs, still slamming away at the doors.
"C'mon out, Ranger," Klank continued. "I'd like t'have a
word with ye."
Still holding his gun at the ready, Billy quietly moved out from his already
questionable cover and started inching his way in the direction from which
the voice had come. He just prayed he'd be able to get a shot off before
Klank could do the same.
He carefully made his way across the parts-littered floor, taking care
not to step on any pieces of cog. Still, though, the external microphones
of his helmet picked up no sounds except the cogs at the door. Klank was
hidden well, wherever he was.
"Okay, Klank, you've got me dead to rights," Billy called in
reply. "Now why don't you show yourself? Where are you?"
"Right here, laddie," came Klank's response from very close by.
Billy whirled and brought up his pistol, but there was no one there. "Look
down!" the voice said, impatiently. For a while, Billy continued to
scan the darkness, but still, there was no one there. Then, as instructed,
he looked down.
Lying amidst the wreckage of cogs and other machine parts was Klank's severed
head. Pieces of the robot's body lay scattered along with the rest of the
debris, literally blown to fragments.
"Well, dinna just stand there, ye daft Ranger fool!" the head
shouted. "Pick me up!"
* * *
To her dismay, Aisha was quickly discovering that she was far more out
of practice than she had feared. The Yellow Lion was simple enough to fly
(she could swear it was being patient with her and helping her out), but
this battle was a far cry from her peaceful life on the savannah, and her
memories of being a Power Ranger were distant to say the very least. After
all, Aisha had memories of two different lives: that of living in California,
eventually moving to Angel Grove and becoming a Power Ranger, and that
of having been raised by her parents in Nairobi. She hadn't wanted to tell
the others, but sometimes she barely remembered the specifics of being
a Ranger.
Partially as a result of this, and partially as a result of the fact that
the Yellow Lion's offensive systems far outweighed its defensive systems,
she was getting hammered by the enemy ships. There were so many weapons
at her disposal, so many options, that she barely knew where to start.
She got the impression that the ship was doing most of the actual work,
and that she was more or less along for the ride: this couldn't be good,
and she knew it.
Thus, as she fought, she focused in on specific big-gun-type weapons and
tried to use these exclusively as she attacked satellite after satellite,
for the most part ignoring the dozens of fighters tracking her. The spine-mounted
missile launcher was her favorite, though the sandblast was pretty effective,
too, and covered a wider area.
Another dive at one of the platforms, another couple of missiles from the
spine gun, and then the satisfaction of just shouldering her way through
the debris as the structure blew. The sooner she and Kat and Jason could
finish off these stations, the sooner they could combine and go for the
source. She just wished that she and Trini hadn't been separated: a little
cover-fire to keep the fighters off would be appreciated right about now.
Then, she felt a sharp, stinging pain in her side, echoed by an alert from
the main console. Something had hit her! She barely had time to register
this before another impact came, in almost the same place! She checked
as much of the three-sixty scan as she could, and to her surprise, she
realized that the claw-fighters following her had given up on firing, and
were making kamikaze runs, smashing into the hull of the lion. Before she
could bring any of the side-mounted lasers around to prevent this, another
made the dive, and then another. Aisha felt the lion's pain as this section
of the hull weakened, and her own side felt like it was on fire. The warnings
on her console were louder and more insistent now, but she didn't know
what to do, and this time the lion wasn't doing anything for her: it was
in too much agony to act without her urging.
Finally, one ship, luckier than the rest, drilled right into the lion's
side at top speed, blowing a hole in the outer hull. Aisha gasped with
shock as numbing cold swept through her. She felt that she, too, had been
opened to the void outside, and it was more agony than she could bear.
"Yellow Lion, come in! You've been breached!" came a voice, but
she barely heard it. She was aware of nothing except the pain.
Off in the periphery, the voices continued. "Aisha, this is Skull!
Come in! Jason, she's not responding!"
"Keep trying, man!"
"I've got an idea, but I'll need a second to grab something from the
officers' quarters!"
"Okay, just hurry! Trini, can you get to where Yellow Lion is?"
"Negative! Too much fire on this end!"
"Jason, this is Adam! I'm on my way over to give her a hand!"
The Yellow Lion, by this time, was flying aimlessly in a slow spiral, as
several more claw-ships zeroed in. Rather than fire upon the ship, however,
they came in and attached themselves to the hull just outside the gaping
hole left by the last kamikaze run.
They were going to board her. They were going to board her, and she had
no crew to fight them off. They'd come into the cockpit and gun her down,
and she had no way of stopping it.
Then, as though from a great distance, she heard music. The music of her
home, played on a single mbira. She recognized it as one of the traditional
songs they had played and danced to around the fire the night before (had
it only been the night before?), and by focusing on the never-ceasing rhythm,
she was able to shut off the pain and bring her mind back to the here and
now.
"Skull, what are you doing?" she heard, still from that great
distance.
"Trust me, okay?! Come on, Aisha, snap out of it. This journey ain't
over yet, kiddo."
At this point came a series of explosions from the outside as several of
the fighters circling her like vultures were blown out of the sky by a
blur of red. "Aisha, this is Adam. Do you read?"
The Red Lion's arrival took a considerable amount of attention off the
Yellow Lion, but Aisha still had to contend with her boarders. A party
of four android pilots had entered the ship, and were cautiously making
their way down one of the access corridors, unaffected by the lack of atmosphere.
She focused all thought into the here and now, letting the music take her,
and she felt herself back in touch with the lion. Now, she saw what she
needed to do. The atmosphere generators had shut down automatically with
the hull breach, and that entire section of the ship had been sealed off
to avoid further decompression. Sensible move by the automatic systems,
but also an expected one, no doubt. Maybe she needed to make things a little
more comfortable for her invaders.
With that thought, she re-activated the environmental systems to the breached
corridor, and turned them up full blast. All of the air pumped in was immediately
sucked right out through the hole in the bulkheads, though, creating a
hurricane-force wind which swept her would-be attackers out into space.
She then reached up with one of the lion's hind legs and scraped off the
attached ships, as though it were a dog scratching at fleas.
With the immediate danger passed, the repair systems began to kick in and
seal the hole by beaming more matter into place. It would be plugged up
within a few minutes, but at least she now had control back.
"Yellow Lion's back under control, guys," she panted.
"You okay out there, Aisha?" Jason asked.
"I'm fine now." It was then that she realized the music was still
playing. She had thought that it was only in her mind, but now she realized
it was coming in over her headset. "Is that Skull playing?" she
asked.
"You found me out," Skull replied, not pausing in his song.
"Thanks, Eugene. Could you do me a favor and keep playing?"
"Anything for you, dear lady," he said in his haughty British
voice.
Aisha paused a moment to smile at this, then dove back into battle to give
Adam a hand in reply.
* * *
With no small amount of trepidation, Billy knelt to pick up Klank's head
from the floor. He mirrored the robot's expressionless face with a baffled
look of his own. For a moment, he got the impression he was in a bizarre
staging of Hamlet. ("Alas, poor Klank. I knew him well, Horatio....")
"Tha's better," the head sighed. "It's aboot time someone
arrived here, though I didna' think it would be you, Ranger."
"What's going on?" Billy asked, carefully. Before Klank could
reply, there was a rumbling crash from the doors, heralding the arrival
of the cogs. They had finally managed to bust through Billy's welding job,
and they were pouring into the warehouse. He was hidden from them for the
moment, but only for the moment.
"Quick," Klank said then. "There's a shielded compartment
inside the monster where the cogs willna' be able to detect ye. I'll tell
ye the way."
"Why should I believe you?" Billy asked, taking cover behind
Punchabunch's foot. "You're King Mondo's most valued assistant. How
can I trust you?"
Klank gave Billy a noise which sounded for all the world like a frustrated
sigh. "Laddie, has it na' occurred to ye yet that maybe, jus'
maybe, King Mondo isna' callin' the shots around here any longer?"
This had not, in fact, occurred to Billy, and the idea of it was somewhat
stunning. This clicked into place several things which had been nagging
at Billy all along: why had there been no contact from Mondo? Why no demands
for surrender? Why none of the normal cog patrols and monsters? Why this
prolonged siege, so out of character for the Machine King? Suddenly the
entire siege made more sense. "Show me where to go, then."
Klank verbally led Billy through a small door in the robot's foot and up
a long ladder into the aforementioned shielded compartment in the robot's
midsection. Here, Billy set Klank down and listened for a while. The footsteps
of the cogs were plainly audible outside, but none of them seemed to be
investigating the wreck of Punchabunch.
"Okay," Billy said, quietly, "if King Mondo isn't in charge,
what happened?"
"'Twas the witch, Haggar," Klank explained. "Several days
ago she usurped the King and Queen, and took full control of the Empire,
sendin' thousands of well-made cogs to a fiery peril in her foolhardy attack
on yuir world. Did she care about how many of 'em she was throwin' away,
sendin' 'em agin' ye? Nay, she didna' care."
"Did she do this to you?" Billy asked, indicating Klank's body-less
state.
"Aye. As soon as she took control, she decided tha' Orbus an' I were
na' fit t'serve her. An' we tol' the witch tha' we wouldna' serve her anyhow
after what she did t'the royal family. We retreated here, to our main workshop,
hopin' t'find somethin' t'use against her, but t'no avail. She jus' blasted
us. I lost m'body, but puir Orbus... didna' have a chance against her magic.
There was nothin' left of the puir wee bairn but scrap."
To Billy's surprise, Klank sounded genuinely remorseful at the demise of
his partner in evil, but something else in Klank's answer had caught his
attention. "Wait, back up a bit. What did she do to the royal
family?"
Klank sighed again. "She... Och, laddie, they're changed now. King
Mondo, Queen Machina... even the wee Prince Sprocket. She made 'em into
mindless beasts, servin' only t' her will."
"Robeasts," Billy whispered.
"Aye."
* * *
Trini gripped her controls as something hit the Green Lion hard and sent
it spinning off course. The feeling she got from it was unlike any of the
laser shots or occasional kamikaze ships that had hit her: this was something
much bigger, and much stronger.
And, from a glance at her scanners, much faster. It had literally zipped
in, slammed her, and zipped back out again before the agile Green Lion
could draw a bead on it. "Guys, there's something strange out here!"
she warned the others. "It's faster and stronger than any of the normal
ships!"
"I read you, Green Lion," Jason replied. "Bulk, try to scan
for it!"
"I'm working on it," Bulk's voice chimed in. "Holy moley,
what... what is that? Blue Lion! It's heading your way!"
"I see it, Bulk," Kat confirmed. "I'll try to get a visual
before I take a shot..."
"I'm with you, Blue Lion," Adam reported. "I'll try to give
you some cover before... Aaahh!!"
"Red Lion, report!!" Jason shouted.
"This thing packs a lot of punch!" Adam replied. "Lion Torches
aren't doing much! Switching to missiles!"
Trini scanned for the location of this fight within the fight, and brought
Green Lion around on an intercept course. "Green Lion coming in for
backup!" she transmitted.
"Firing stingray missiles!" Kat added. "I've got visual!
It's... Oh, no!"
"What is it, Blue Lion?" Jason demanded.
A visual of the enemy was uploaded to one of Trini's auxiliary screens.
The thing was a monster, no mistake about it. Its head was tipped with
sharp spikes, standing up in a circle like some kind of crown. The arms
and legs were too short for the bulbous body, but the thing was moving
with unbelievable speed, knocking the Red and Blue Lions around like toys.
"I think it's Prince Sprocket!" Kat said, aghast.
"Geez, what happened to him?" Adam gasped.
"He's a robeast!" Kat replied. "They made him into a robeast!"
"Jason, I don't think we can take this guy with the lions!" Adam
reported, nervously. "I've barely scratched him!"
"Maybe we'd better hook up into the combined form," Trini suggested.
"No, we've got too many bogeys up here to take on in one form,"
Jason replied. "I've got a better idea, though."
* * *
Once the onslaught of incoming ships had ceased, Tommy had set the Phoenix
down in the salt plains southeast of the Power Chamber and teleported himself
back into the base. It seemed like forever since the last time he'd been
here, listening to Billy's plan to repel the invaders way back when the
siege had begun.
All too quickly, he realized the Power Chamber was doing about as well
power-wise as the Phoenix had been, but with Zero and Eric no longer firing,
it was a little better off. He spent the first few minutes at the teleportation
controls, re-establishing locks on the other four zords. He wanted to be
sure he could get them all together if need be.
As he was finishing up these calculations, Jason's voice came over his
communicator. "Black Lion to Red Ranger! Tommy, you there?"
"I'm here, bro! What's up?"
"Does the name Prince Sprocket mean anything to you, man?"
"Yeah! He's the Machine King's son! Obnoxious little dude, too."
"Well, he's looking a lot more than obnoxious right now! He's a robeast!"
"Oh, man," Tommy gasped, looking over at the holo-globe, to see
three of the orbiting lion-blips clustered around a much larger enemy blip.
"Listen, bro, how soon could you get the Zeo MegaZord up here to take
this puppy down?"
"I'm way ahead of you, Black Lion!" Tommy grinned, rushing back
to the controls. "We'll be there quick as we can!" He then switched
over to call the Rangers. "Power Rangers, this is Tommy! They need
the MegaZord in orbit! I'm going to teleport you back here one at a time
so we can assemble!"
"Finally, some real action!" Rocky cheered.
"Careful what you wish for, Rocky," Tanya warned.
"Okay, here's the plan," Tommy transmitted. "I'll bring
in Kim and Tanya first, then Rocky, then Zack. That way if power runs out,
hopefully we'll at least have the two slower-moving zords here. Nothing
personal, ladies."
"Rocky, maybe me and you'd better start heading back that way just
in case power does run out," Zack suggested.
"Cool with me. I'm on my way!"
By this time Tommy had established the first teleportation lock. "Kim,
are you ready?"
"Ready!" she called back.
Tommy keyed in the commands to teleport the Zeo I zord from the top of
Mount Wilhelm to the salt-flats, near where he'd bailed the Phoenix. The
lights dimmed, but power held for the moment, and Kim and her zord materialized
out in the desert.
"One down, three to go!" Kim reported.
"Tanya, stand by!" Tommy called, then re-established a lock and
brought the Zeo II zord in as well. The lights dimmed again, darker than
before, and Tommy thought he heard a strange noise coming from the generators
far below. But Tanya and her zord had made it across.
"Rocky, the power level's getting pretty low here," Tommy went
on. "I don't know if I'll be able to get you here."
"I haven't even made it into Central America yet," Rocky replied.
"If we're in a hurry, you'd better try it anyway."
"Okay, here goes," Tommy nodded, getting a lock and initiating
the transport sequence. As he pressed the command key, though, the lights
went out completely, and Tommy heard what sounded like a large electrical
explosion from beneath the Power Chamber. All that remained was the glow
of Zordon's stasis tube and a few flashing lights on the main console,
reporting that the backup generators had gone out, leaving the Power Chamber
helpless except for a few hours of stored reserves. Which meant, quite
simply, that if they didn't somehow restore power, Zordon would die.
But if they stayed to help Zordon, Jason and the others might get killed
in orbit, and that would spell doom for the already weakened planet-bound
Rangers, not to mention the rest of the world.
Then there was no choice. They would have to finish this battle quickly,
then return to help Zordon before his time ran out. "Rocky,"
he called, using his wrist communicator this time. "Did the transport
work?"
"It was a little rough, but I made it in one piece."
"Good. Zack, we've lost all power here; how close are you?"
"I'll be there in two minutes!" Zack replied.
"Let's get set to bring it together, then!" Tommy broadcast to
all his teammates. He then set his controls to teleport back to the Phoenix.
Before he disappeared, though, he looked to the empty blue stasis tube.
"We won't let you down, Zordon!" he said to his absent leader,
then jetted out in a flash of red.
By the time Tommy had returned to the Phoenix and gotten it airborne, Zack
was just arriving, and his friends' four zords were going through the transformation
sequence, coming together in the large humanoid Zeo MegaZord form. He glanced
at his own power reserves, and realized he would be making the docking
with less than two hours of usable power remaining, but once docked with
the MegaZord, the five zords would pool their energy, making the whole
stronger.
The Bull and Sphinx came together to form the arms and torso of the combined
form, then settled in to dock with the I and II zords, which served as
the MegaZord's legs. Soon all that remained was for Tommy to bring the
Phoenix in to dock with the others, forming the head, shoulders, and most
importantly the wings.
Docking was completed, and Tommy's pilot chair carried him through the
floor of the Phoenix's cockpit and down into the control room of the MegaZord,
where his four fellow Rangers were also just arriving.
"Together again!" Zack laughed, reaching across the small space
of the control room to high-five first Rocky, then Tommy. He tried to reach
Kimberly, but found the cramped conditions too awkward to do so.
"I wouldn't have missed it for anything, man," Tommy nodded.
"I hate to break up the reunion, but we're on borrowed time right
now. If we can't finish this and get back to the Power Chamber to fix the
generators, Zordon won't survive."
"Then let's get up there!" Tanya urged.
"Right!" Tommy agreed. "Let's take this thing into orbit!"
* * *
With his laser pistol held in his right hand and Klank's head tucked football-style
with his left arm, Billy emerged from the workshop, back out into the open.
There was a lot of commotion out here, probably due to the alarm that had
been sounded, not to mention the fact that the Voltron lions were doubtless
causing great havoc outside the shield-dome.
"Where're ye goin'?" Klank hissed as Billy broke cover and dashed
for the next row of structures. "If ye want t'take on the witch, ye'll
find her in the castle!"
"I'm not going after her yet!" Billy panted. "I've got to
help my friends first!"
"An' how are ye goin' t'do that from here?" Billy took the first
cover he could find, flattening himself against the high wall of a featureless
structure. Thankfully, no one seemed to be paying him much attention at
this point. "I was hoping to knock out communications between the
Skybase and the other satellites, so my friends would have a better shot
out there."
"Not a bad thought," Klank mused. "But ye dinna have any
idea where t'go t'do this, do ye?"
"A minor technicality."
"Ranger," Klank said then, in a very serious tone. "What
if I were t'tell ye tha' I could show ye a way t'not only cease communications
between the base and the satellites, but t'sever contact between the base
an' every robot pilot, cog or otherwise, in orbit?"
This startled Billy somewhat, and he looked down at Klank's head. "I'd
say that would certainly help my friends out."
"What if I were also t'tell ye tha' once this was done, I could show
ye a way t'blow the entire Skybase t'smithereens, taking out each of the
satellites in a chain reaction as ye did?"
Something was wrong with this. "What are you saying, Klank?"
"I'm sayin' I'd like t'propose a deal with ye, Ranger."
"I don't know if I'm ready to make a deal with you."
"We've got a common enemy!" Klank pressed. "The Machine
Empire has fallen, laddie, an' I want t'see tha' witch go down with it
just as much as you do! I'd rather see every last cog an' every last fighter
destroyed than have 'em serve her!"
"You're serious, aren't you?" Billy asked, amazed.
"Aye, laddie. Quite serious."
"What kind of deal are you proposing, then?"
"'Tis quite simple. We'll knock out the milit'ry command base first,
then sneak into the main processing plants in the commotion tha' follows.
I'll show ye how t'set up a timed explosion that'll blow the base."
"And in return for this?"
"In return I want your word of honor tha' yuill take tha' witch on
after ye set up the explosive device."
Billy blinked in confusion. "Won't blowing up the whole base be enough?"
"Perhaps, laddie, but only if she's here when it goes up. 'Twould
be nothin' for her t'escape once she knew it was comin'. But if ye were
to keep her busy in a battle as the timer ticked away...."
"Then she wouldn't escape," Billy said, soberly. And neither
would he, he realized.
"Aye." Klank agreed.
Billy took a deep breath and considered his options. "Deal,"
he said, quietly. "You have my word as a Power Ranger."
* * *
With both hands on the navigation controls, Tommy rocketed the Zeo MegaZord
through the upper atmosphere and out into space, the dark blue of the sky
turning gradually to starry black.
"Hull integrity looks good," Rocky reported from his station.
"Space-travel configuration is a go."
"I've got the fight on scanners," Zack added. "I'm plotting
a course now."
"Let's keep our heads, guys," Tommy reminded them. "Kim,
Tanya, how are the weapons looking?"
"It looks like everything's charged and ready," Kim replied.
Tanya's news was less encouraging. "The zords' power sources have
combined, but between the five of us, we're barely at half strength. We
won't be able to sustain an offensive for too long before everything runs
dry on us."
"Then we'll have to end it quickly," Tommy nodded. "We'll
bust out the sword as soon as we're in range, and take this robeast out
ASAP."
"I can't believe it!" said Rocky. "Prince Sprocket as a
robeast?" They drew closer to the scene of the main battle, where
the Blue, Green and Red Lions were ganging up on a much larger beast, while
dozens of fighters swarmed the outskirts of the melee, taking shots at
the lions as they did.
"Believe it, Rock," Tommy replied, softly, as he got a good look
at what had once been the Crown Prince of the Machine Empire. "Man,
look what they did to him!"
"Red Lion to Zeo MegaZord!" Adam's voice came over the comlink.
"Glad to see you guys up here!"
"Fifteen seconds to engage!" Tommy called back. "Adam, Kat,
Trini, I want you three to break off as soon as we're in range!"
"You got it!" Trini agreed. "We'll try to keep those fighters
off you!"
"We appreciate that, Green Lion," Tommy grinned. "Okay,
Kim, Tanya, charge up the MegaZord Saber!" He brought the MegaZord's
hands together, materialized the great sword, then took a massive swipe
at the Sprocket robeast as they rocketed past it. The sword cut into one
side of the monster, but only seemed to make it angry. The three lion ships
scattered to take on the fighters as the MegaZord spun around to make another
charge.
"Tommy, we won't be able to keep the Saber formed for very long!"
Tanya reminded him.
"Let's not waste any time," Tommy nodded. "Rocky, I want
you to concentrate shield power against Sprocket. I think the fighters
are gonna leave us alone."
"Got it!" Rocky reported, flashing Tommy the thumbs-up. Sprocket
roared a mighty roar -- or at least he appeared to do so, as the sound
did not carry through the empty space between them. He brought up his stubby
arms and literally launched both hands at the MegaZord. Tommy managed to
block one with the sword, but the other latched onto the MegaZord's left
arm. Warning lights immediately began to flash throughout the entire cockpit.
"That thing punched straight through the shields!" Rocky shouted.
"It's draining our power!" Tanya cried. "It's somehow leeching
off our power reserves!"
"Man!" Zack growled. "That thing must know we're
hurtin' for power!"
"Kim, try to shoot it off!" Tommy ordered.
"I can't get a clean shot at it with any of the guns!" Kim replied.
"It's in too close!"
"Okay, first things first, then!" Tommy shouted, resuming his
charge on Sprocket. He made another broad sweep with the sword, again cutting
deeply into the beast's structure. This time there were several explosions
from Sprocket's chassis, and he was knocked back a considerable distance
by the force of the blow.
Once they were clear, Tommy transferred the sword to the zord's left hand,
then used the right to grab hold of the robeast's claw and tear it free.
It came loose amidst a shower of sparks, and Tommy flung it away from them
as hard as he could.
"The hull's breached!" Rocky shouted. "I've isolated the
damaged sections!"
"Nice job, Rock," Tommy nodded. "Now let's finish this guy!"
They spun around again to charge the reeling Sprocket. The robeast turned
sluggishly, then fired several powerful lasers at them as they drew closer.
The shields held, though, and Tommy brought the sword around in an arc
that cleaved straight through the robeast's midsection. Sprocket hovered
there in place for a moment, as though bewildered at the force of the blow,
then went up in a huge fireball that blew the MegaZord back across several
miles of space.
"Disengaging MegaZord Saber!" Tommy shouted, dematerializing
the sword. "What's our status, guys?"
"Shields are holding, and the hull breach doesn't seem to have limited
our motion any," Rocky told him.
"Weapons systems are fine," Kimberly added. "No damage to
the Saber."
"How's power?" he asked, looking over at Tanya's station.
She shook her head. "Not so good. We didn't take any major damage,
so I can cut off the auto-repair systems to save us a little strength."
"Do it," Tommy agreed.
"Incoming transmission from Jason," Zack said, suddenly. "I'm
putting it through."
"Black Lion to MegaZord," Jason's voice came. "Nice job,
you guys! Looks like the gang's all here!"
"We're glad to be in good company, Black Lion," Tommy grinned.
"Listen, bro, you've been up here longer than we have. Where do you
want us?"
"Well, we could use a hand with the...."
Kat interrupted at this point. "I've got something on the long-range
scan!" she cried. "Two incoming blips! I'm trying to get a fix
on them!"
Rocky and Tommy exchanged glances. "You don't think that's...."
Rocky began, but could not finish the thought.
"I don't know," Tommy whispered. He then turned to Zack. "See
if you can get 'em on the scanners!"
"I see 'em," Zack nodded. "Two bogeys, coming in fast. I'll
try to get a visual."
As Zack worked away at his controls, Kat's voice came once again over the
speakers. "I think we've got big trouble," she said in a tight
voice.
"I'm putting the bogeys on the main viewer," Zack reported. Two
specks appeared against the blackness of space, then grew in size as they
approached. Gradually, they were able to make out some details.
One looked quite similar to the Sprocket beast, but intensified, with longer
and sharper crown-spikes, immense claws at the ends of short arms, a spinning
wheel of jagged blades mounted on its back, and a weapon clenched in one
clawed fist, resembling a staff or a scepter of some kind. The other was
taller, narrower, and apparently unarmed, but looked no less deadly, possessing
gleaming metallic claws and fangs.
"Mondo and Machina," Tanya whispered.
"I hate to be the bringer of bad news," Zack said, quietly, "but
according to my readings, each one of those is at least three times the
size of that Sprocket dude."
"Talk to me, Rangers!" Jason's voice came over the speakers.
"What are these things?"
"They're Prince Sprocket's parents!" Tommy called back. "And
they look ticked!"