Carbon-Based and Mercury
Summary: What-if. What if Ronny was the one who followed Tyzonn, but still trying to destroy him and whatnot, instead of Mack in 'Face to Face'?
Timeline: After that professor decodes the part of the scroll Mack tore off
Warning: Spoilers for 'Face to Face' and 'Man of Mercury'
Pairing: Ronny/Tyzonn (Obviously, and anyone who saw 'Man of Mercury' has GOT to see the potential!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers Operation Overdrive
Ronny
"Nope, no jewel signature of any kind. Just like your average piece of space quartz." I heard Dax replied to Mack. I rose from my seat and went over to them; wondering what they were talking about.
When the other three got back from London, they said they were attacked by one of Moltor's monsters, but nothing else. And Mack had never taken time to study most of the other aliens we fought, he only listened to what Norg said about Moltor and Flurious so he could find a way to turn them against each other yet again and escape, so why was this one so different?
In Mack's hand, there seemed to be a fragment of a shattered circular crystal or 'Space Quartz' as Dax called it.
"Why did that alien get so upset about it? It obviously meant a lot to him." I heard Mack pondered.
"Yeah. Out of all of the monsters that have tried to pulverize us, he was definitely more sensitive." Dax concurred in what I thought was a sarcastic tone.
So it was a new monster or something? Despite myself, I snickered; a monster of Moltor's actually being sensitive? Yeah, right.
"Come on, Mack; it was just like any other cold-blooded, lizard-faced freak." Dax said.
Mack, instead of retorting, just went back to staring at that piece of space quartz.
"Oh, no; there was something different about this one." He said; turning the crystal around.
That was a first; in the past month or so, most of us had grown skeptical about any Lava Lizards or Chillers or Camdor and Miratrix's minions being 'different', besides that maybe a few of them were stronger and could fight better.
"Well, if he works for Moltor, I don't need to see his résumé; he's going down." I declared.
Dax obviously agreed, but Mack, with that look in his eye, shot a glance at me, chuffed at my remark, and went back to staring at that chunk of space quartz.
I tried my hardest not to roll my eyes; the day Mack is proven right is the day that we have to battle cats—CATS, of all creatures—for a weapon or jewel.
Tyzonn
There was a chunk, a chunk that the red-clad ranger tore off, missing from the scroll.
"Oh, man." I griped; I know that Moltor will not be pleased and if he is not pleased, I will never be rid of this hideous shell.
"Do you have the parchment?" the coarse voice of my 'partner' asked from behind me.
"Not all of it." I replied; turning to the other crony Moltor insisted I come with. "The rangers have the most important part."
No doubt he would run off and tell Moltor as soon as my back was turned, but I could not lie.
"Curses! They keep interfering!" the monster spat; stabbing his staff at the ground.
"We have to get it back from them." I said; focusing on the mission instead of how much the Rangers were a nuisance in Moltor's plans.
"That's right; you'd better." A familiar voice in front of me snarled.
For a moment, I wonder how long Moltor had been listening in, but banished that thought from my mind; I should not be thinking about that right now.
"Moltor." I acknowledge; stepping forward.
He ignores my gesture and 'greeting'; telling me exactly what he wants out of me.
"I want that parchment back intact! Do whatever it takes to draw the rangers out. Do you understand?" he demands. I wonder if that was a rhetorical question.
"Yes. I understand." I said begrudgingly.
I know what Moltor means by 'do anything' and that by doing so and, even if I only stand and watch as the other lizard decimates a city full of innocent people, letting it happen, it is wrong, against my principles, but I have no other choice.
After Moltor is gone, I stare down at the tear; cursing the rangers for elongating my time stuck in this form.
At the Hartford Mansion
Andrew was studying the piece of parchment, the only but most valuable part of it, the team had obtained when the alarm sounded.
Will ran in first.
"What's going on?" he asked; looking up at the screen.
Mack followed Will, and then the others came too.
The scene on the TV screen showed much chaos; buildings had been reduced to rubble, discord was amok on the streets, and the 'Gruesome Twosome' were back.
When they came into view, the bigger one faced the camera; directly challenging the team.
"Power Rangers, there will be more destruction if you don't bring us the parchment! I suggest you do, before anyone gets hurt!" It sneered haughtily.
Ronny
I was furious at those two. Even though it didn't seem like the shorter—and slightly less freakish-looking—one did not join in on destroying the buildings and causing that widespread chaos, he was still letting it happen nonetheless.
"He doesn't have to tell me twice. Anyone mind if I take the Trans-Tech?" I asked; there didn't seem to be any kind of objection.
"Go for it, Ronny." Andrew finalized.
"Sweet." I said; turning and, going to the 'Fire Pit' and pressing the secret button which rotated it for entrance to 'the lab'.
I took the center fire pole, morphing as I slid, and ran through the door to the arsenal.
"Look out, baddies; I'm ready to rock."
Mack
Out of peripheral vision, I saw the edge of parchment.
That other alien was different and may be fighting for Moltor for a special reason; maybe Moltor did something to blackmail him or something along those lines, I wouldn't put it past Moltor or Flurious to do such a thing, or Moltor might even have changed his appearance, that's an explanation for the extraterrestrial-like appearance, just so that the alien wouldn't be able to refuse.
This would seem like a betrayal to everyone else, but I was prepared to take the heat for it all, if necessary.
I needed to find out the truth behind that alien.
Tyzonn
That building probably took months of labor to complete it, and the monster laughs as he watches it crumble under his attacks. Fires were spreading, a foul smell filled the air, and the entire scene looked disastrous.
"So, like my handiwork?" the lizard asks; surveying the scene as if he were impressed by the obliteration he had caused. If this had happened on my home planet, I would never have tolerated it, I would have stopped all this, but here, lest I want my appearance to be so unsightly for the rest of my life and continuously serve under Moltor, I cannot stop him.
"Do you have to cause so much destruction?" I demanded; hoping that there were none dead under the piles of stone. He turned to me; radiating contempt.
"That's the fun part!" he exclaimed.
I felt sick; how could he deprive pleasure while doing unto others such odious things? Another crowd of people ran past us; almost as if they could see nothing but a way to escape in front of them.
"At least wait until everyone is out of the area!" I fired back.
"This way, hurry!" a voice shouted amidst from all of the screaming.
It was the Power Rangers.
They couldn't have brought the last part of the scroll; they would be too disparaging to do such a thing for someone associated with a villain.
A woman, trying to get to safety, tripped and fell just as a heavy block was about to crush her.
"No!" I called; not wanting blood to be shed.
The woman screamed and, out of instinct, tried to protect her head; as if that would have helped her.
Suddenly, a golden claw grabbed the block before it fell on her.
She looked relieved, almost as if she thought that the danger for her had passed.
"Hurry! Get to safety!" I said when I ran up to her.
She did not seem to take my words into heart; seeing only my villain-like appearance. She did what everyone else did when I tried to approach them; scream before trying to flee.
"Hey! It's okay!" I tried to shout, but the whirring of the machine behind me drowned out my voice.
Ronny
What was he doing? Was he really thinking of taking a pedestrian hostage or to attack and innocent citizen?
"Get away from her!" I shouted at the alien Mack was most likely talking about, and initiated the transformation of the Trans-Tech.
The 'alien' turned, as if startled.
"Okay, you asked for it!" I shouted at him; locking and loading all of the firing mechanisms the Trans-Tech had.
He was blasted high, and fell down hard.
As he was trying to get up, the other one came over to us.
"Enough!" he yelled; as if he could tell us what was over and what was not. Instead of taking the opportunity to attack us, he turned to the alien.
"You know what we're here for!" he said to him.
By then, the five of us had time to get up and face them.
"Now that we have your attention, where's the parchment?" he asked; pointing his staff at us.
The alien next to him was obviously hurt by my blast and for a moment I felt a tinge of regret at blasting him so hard—he might have been trying to get the woman to safety instead of attacking her—but I exorcised it away; there was no room for sympathy with an alien sent to disrupt the peace; especially in such a violent way.
"Right here." Mack said boldly; holding out the aged paper.
Mack
They were shocked stiff, I felt it.
"Tyzonn, get it from him." The other alien ordered; so the alien did have a name after all.
"Yes." Tyzonn complied; coming forward to retrieve the missing part. I turned to my team.
"Be ready, rangers." I ordered and then began to walk.
"Okay." Ronny said; solid determination in her voice.
As I came forward, I did what no one would have expected.
I powered-down; therefore cutting off my source with the Overdrive weapons. I still had my super strength, but that wouldn't count for much when the 'enemy' had weapons and things to shoot me with.
Ronny
I couldn't believe what I had just seen; Mack had actually deactivated his ranger form and was still holding out the parchment to Tyzonn.
"Rose, what's he doing?" I asked; knowing that she would be as confused as I was.
"Hand me the parchment." Tyzonn ordered.
"I saw you trying to help that woman." Mack replied. Was that what he had really been trying to do?
But with that antagonistic appearance, it was no wonder that the woman ran away from him screaming. He must have had a very difficult life, assuming that he had gone out in public once or twice, with the world cynically judging him solely by his appearance and choosing to reject him because of that.
"You're not like the others, are you?" Mack questioned; looking into Tyzonn's 'eyes'.
Tyzonn seemed to struggle for an answer; maybe he, like Mack said, really was different.
"I am…one of them." Tyzonn said after a few moments of a mental deliberation.
It seemed that he didn't really want to say that, but it was as if he had no choice.
But screw whatever was happening, it was time for action if the team was going to keep that part of the parchment.
This is where my story will branch off.
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