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One Wrong Move
Sky groaned. His eyes were open now, but the world around him was a blur of washed-out colors. His head felt like it was about to explode. Far away, he thought he heard a voice. "Sky? Sky can you hear me?"
He groaned again in response, and noticed a moving figure in his view. Slowly, as his vision cleared, Sky saw that it was a worried looking Z. "Z?"
"Hey, welcome back to the land of the living," she smiled, offering a hand to help him sit up.
He took it, but once he was upright the room spun. If it could be called a room; they seemed to be trapped in a damp, poorly lit cell. "Where are we? What happened?"
Z smirked, "I have a bad feeling about where we are, but I was hoping you cold tell me what happened."
Images flashed across Sky's memory. Metallic soldiers, a wart-covered orange monster, flashing lights, colored warriors; he and Z had been fighting the krybots who attacked the south side of New Tech City while the others were busy with a monster destroying the north. A purple witch, flying arrows, a falling yellow figure; they had walked right into a trap. Morgana had appeared out of nowhere, right behind Z. Before Sky could warn her, Z slumped at Morgana's feet, a dart in her neck. A lump on the back of Sky's head throbbed painfully and his memory came up with a black screen; something had hit Sky over the back of the head, leaving him unconscious.
He shook his head, "I'm beginning to get that bad feeling too. Are the others here?"
"Not that I know of," Z replied. "They took our morphers, so there's no way we can call them to find out."
Sky nodded, "I just hope everyone else is ok." Metal bars screeched on rusty hinges. Both turned to see Morgana and Broodwing entering the cell.
"That bad feeling just got a whole lot worse," Z muttered.
"Don't worry about your friends, blue ranger. You should worry more about yourself," sneered Broodwing.
The rangers looked at one another before turning their attention back to their captors. "What do you want with us?" asked Sky.
"Ransom," explained Broodwing. "SPD should pay a pretty penny for the 'safe' return of their rangers."
"Still," Morgana sneered, "we only need one of you in good health to prove that we have been taking care of you precious little darlings. In fact, we only need one of you alive at all." She focused on Z and drew a ragdoll from behind her back. "Don't you think so, Cindy Sunshine?" She pulled a rag doll out from behind her back.
Z groaned, "Oh great. She brought the stupid doll."
"Stupid? Cindy, don't you listen to her. We'll make her pay for that," hissed Morgana.
"You have serious issues," Z replied. "It is a doll, not a human being!"
"Z, I think it would be a very bad idea to make the woman with a gun and an apparent grudge against you unhappy," mumbled Sky.
Morgana stepped forward, allowing the two orange-head krybots behind her to enter. "Oh, it is far too late for that. Come along, yellow ranger! It's time to play!"
Every time he made an attempt to stand and protect Z, the dizziness forced him back toward the ground – or was it the ceiling? Z put a hand on his shoulder to keep him safely on the ground. "I'll be alright," she whispered. "Just think of a way to get us out of here. Oh, and get better…we can only afford to have one of us unconscious at a time." She walked out with the krybots. The bars slammed shut again.
Sky sighed, and muttered, "C'mon, guys; you've got to find us…before it's too late."
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Jack, Sydney, and Bridge stood at attention in front of the commander, each wearing a grin. They had defeated the monster in record time, even though two of their teammates had not been present. They were sure of their victory and eager to greet Z and Sky, who were taking longer to accomplish an easier assignment.
"A fine job, rangers," Cruger announced. "I hope the same can be said for your teammates. Kat, have you contacted cadets Tate and Delgado yet? The video feeds from the south side of New Tech City have been disabled and I want an update on their status."
Kat's long fingers flew across the keyboard for the computer terminal she was working at, but she did not look away from the screen. "Commander, they aren't responding. The signals from the blue and yellow morphers have not moved for the past ten minutes. Both signals are low frequency – Sky and Z de-morphed."
"They might be in trouble!" exclaimed Sydney.
Jack agreed, his hand already resting on the top of his morpher. "Sir, we've got to help them! Something must have gone wrong."
Cruger nodded, "Very well, but proceed with extreme caution."
The rangers barely acknowledged their commander's final order, already on their way out the door. The scene was strewn with broken bits of troobian foot soldiers. Jack pulled out his scanner and programmed it to find the blue and yellow morphers. It did not take him long to find the morphers among the debris, but the respective rangers were unattached. "This is a problem," he announced. "Bridge, see what you can find."
The green ranger removed his glove and waved a hand through the air. He concentrated on the images seen by his eyes alone. "They were doing a good job with these krybots…uh-oh, looks like Morgana caught them off-guard. Whoa! She has fantastic aim – erm, for a criminal. She shot Z with a dart and managed to hit her neck, the weakest part of our armor. Whatever was in that dart acted quickly; Z fell to the ground and de-morphed. A blue-head knocked Sky unconscious while he was ; distracted. Morgana kicked away their morphers; I wonder why she didn't steal them? Anyway, two krybots picked up Sky and Z, and they all disappeared." Bridge blinked and put his glove back on, effectively erasing the after-images from his vision.
"You mean Sky and Z have been ranger-napped?" Sydney gasped.
"Cruger is not going to be happy about this," Jack groaned. "We have to get them back!"
"If they aren't dead already," Bridge finished.