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Hi :) I started writing this before I got into my current running series of Rangers meeting each other. But, then I forgot all about it. I'm hoping that if I post what I have, I'll be inspired to continue writing it. And thanks to Dagmar Buse who had beta'ed this thing several years ago. This is my first non-comedy and addresses the plot hole about Dimitria having a sister. Oh, and I stink at titles.
Please let me know if I make any errors. I have no problems with constructive criticism.
This is set after "Transmission Impossible."
I Have a Sister?
by
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
Chapter Two: Dazzilator and the Distressing Dream
"Heads up!" Justin called as his Frisbee toss went wild. Ducking with the instinct she had developed as a Ranger, Kat groaned as the disk landed in the bowl of macaroni salad she was carrying to the picnic table. Although she felt some motherly affection towards her youngest teammate, she still did not appreciate the salad she had spent over an hour preparing that morning being ruined in such a manner.
"Justin..." she began in exasperation...
"Hey, Justin," she heard Tommy tease, "don't be adding your frisbee to that salad just because you don't want any. Some of use haven't tasted it yet."
Kat smiled as her anger diffused. Once again she felt grateful that Tommy had remained her boyfriend, even after Kim had shown up with Jason at Muranthias. After several heart to heart discussions, Tommy finally realized that his relationship with Kim was truly over. He also realized that his heart now belonged to the current golden-haired Pink Ranger.
"Ha, ha," the youngest Ranger replied. "Sorry about that, Kat," he apologized as he grabbed his Frisbee and wiped it off with a napkin. "I don't know how that happened."
"Oh, and I suppose your staring at those girls had absolutely nothing to do with it?" Tanya commented, pointing to the two twelve-year-old girls who were deep in conversation at a nearby picnic table.
"Uh," Justin began, a little flustered.
"Oh, I guess our little boy is growing up," Kat said with a smile as she examined her salmon-colored T-shirt for stains.
"Very funny," the Blue Turbo Ranger growled in embarrassment. "Oh, did I get it on your shirt?"
"No, it's fine."
"Too bad," Tommy continued to tease, "I would've volunteered to wipe it off for you." He continued to laugh as Kat began to chase him around the picnic area.
Several minutes later, all five Turbo Rangers were sitting around the table, eating the lunch Kat and Tanya had brought with them.
"So, does this mean that next time we have a picnic, the guys get to bring the food?" Tanya asked with fake innocence.
"Only if we want to end up in a hospital getting our stomachs pumped," replied Kat.
"Oh, is that so?" Tommy retorted. "I'll have you know, we can make a picnic that's just as good as yours, if not better. Isn't that so, guys?"
"Uh, I guess so," Adam answered uncertainly.
"My mom did teach me how to cook a little before she died," Justin added with just as much uncertainty in his voice.
"Then it's settled," Tanya stated firmly. "Next week, you three get to make lunch."
"Thanks a lot, Tommy," Adam moaned.
Just then a group of Piranhatrons materialized around the group.
"I think we'd better discuss next week's menu at another time," Adam shouted as they all got off the benches and began their customary battle with Divatox's fishy army. While Tommy, Adam, and Tanya began kicking the creatures and flipping them over their shoulders, Kat and Justin herded the other people in their area of Angel Grove Park to a safer location.
As Kat and Justin ran back to join the fight, they noticed that the Piranhatrons were almost all defeated. But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, Divatox's newest monster appeared.
"Oh great," Adam mumbled. "Can't be just an easy Piranhatron fight, can it?"
"Well, Rangers, get ready to be mesmerized and stupefied by the great dazzling powers of the Dazzilator," the monster announced. It had a multicolored strobe light helmet and armor which began to spin rapidly. As the helmet and armor span, lights flashed out at different points. Some exploded against trees and picnic tables. Others did no visible damage, but the Rangers had no doubt to their danger anyway.
"Shift into Turbo!" Tommy called. Seconds later, the Rangers were fully morphed and fighting.
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Dimitria woke up and looked around in confusion. She knew she had just dreamed. But she could not remember what it had been about. "Why is it I can never remember my dreams?" she asked herself.
Suddenly, she became aware of voices coming from the other side of her glass tube. "Yo, yo, how should I know where Dimitria is?" grumbled Alpha 6. "Do I look like her keeper?"
"But Alpha," came Tanya's voice over the communications system, "she always appears as soon as the alarm goes off. We've been fighting for the past half hour and you're now telling us she still hasn't appeared?"
"We really could use her advice on this Dazzilator monster Divatox has sent," Tommy's voice interrupted Tanya's. "It's already put Adam and Justin in a daze. Not only that, she's bound to have had a detonator planted somewhere."
"Tommy," Dimitria spoke as soon as she appeared in the tube. "Do you not yet know how to handle Divatox's detonators?"
"Uh, well I guess we can just use the turbo navigator," replied Tommy, a little surprised about Dimitria's brusqueness.
"But what about Justin and Adam? How can we rescue them and defeat the Dazzilator at the same time?"
"Do you not yet know how to turn a monster's peculiarities against it?" sighed Dimitria. This time, Tanya and Kat also noticed the lightly veiled annoyance in her voice.
"Hmmm," Tanya said, pondering. "Let's see. It flashes a lot of bright colorful lights."
"That hurt our eyes...or totally dazzle us," continued Kat.
"That's it!" both girls shouted together.
"What's it?" asked Tommy. "Can someone please tell me?"
Both girls sighed. "Tommy," Kat said patiently, "what can we use against a monster that has bright, twirling, hypnotizing lights?"
"An "off" switch?"
Both girls rolled their eyes. "A mirror," they groaned in unison.
"Of course," said Alpha, "A giant mirror just might work. I'm sure we have one around here somewhere." He went into the storage room to look. Two minutes later he came out with a six-foot tall looking-glass with a flowery-white frame and teleported it to them. "How about this one?"
Tommy snickered. "I know Billy stored some strange stuff in there. But what ever did he need that thing for?"
Kat sighed in exasperation. "What? Did you already forget that Medusa monster of Mondo's? The one we had to freeze with this mirror?"
"Uh, yeah, I forgot," mumbled Tommy. "Oh well, back to action!" With that, they ended communication with the Power Chamber.
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Kelinia struggled futilely against the strong arms that held her back from the ceremony and from her babies. Just a few feet in front of her, but out of her reach, were her twin daughters. Wrapped tightly in black cloaks, they squirmed in the arms of two of General Borala's soldiers.
"For the protection and good of the people of Saras. As an appeasement to the gods for the accursed birth of these whelps..." The General's loud, booming voice rang on. Facing away from Kelinia, her children and the small crowd that had gathered to watch the ceremony, the maroon-clad dictator directed his speech towards the setting sun.
"Mama! Mama! I wanna go home!" Divinia kept screaming as she struggled within the confines of the rough black cloak. Dimitria, similarly clothed, was also in tears, but she simply sucked her thumb and shook in fright.
"Let them go!" Kelinia pleaded. "They've done nothing wrong! Why are you doing this to them?"
The general continued his speech. "The wickedness that comes from such human litters must be eradicated. To protect the lives of all those who follow our laws and keep themselves clean of evil we must eliminate that which is an abomination in the eyes of our gods."
"You're the one who's an abomination!" Kelinia shouted to his back.
"You will be quiet when the General is speaking," whispered the harsh, grating voice of one her captors as they tightened their hold on her even more.
Suddenly, the deep, droning voice stopped. Turning to face the children with a grinning sneer on his fat, pasty white face, General Borala gave the command that Kelinia had been dreading for a very long time. "As our law states, the only way for such a birth to be purified and the only way in which we as a people can gain the forgiveness of our gods for such an atrocity is for these two to be separated and left to die on their own. You," he said to the man wrestling with the struggling, screaming Divinia, "take that one and leave her on the Island of Marosa. Take some of your men to accompany you, for we all know that it is a dangerous, desolated place, fit only for the execution of those who are not worthy to live. And you," he said to the man holding Dimitria, "take your men and leave this one on top of Mount Arosios. Where neither man nor beast has seen fit to live."
Knowing what was to come next, Kelinia increased her already frantic struggling. Looking at the audience that had gathered to watch the ceremony, she began to plead. "How can you all just sit and watch this? Don't you understand he's condemning innocent children? My little girls have done nothing wrong. They don't know the laws. How can they? They're just babies!" To her disappointment, but not surprise, no one spoke up for her. Instead, many fearful eyes looked down or away from her. No one was brave enough to challenge the General and his followers.
In desperation, she watched as her children were carried out of her sight. "Always remember that I love you, my precious little girls!" she called after them. Then she was dragged towards the gallows. As the rough, scratchy rope was dropped around her neck, she closed her eyes and tried to think of something anything she could do to help her little girls. But nothing came to her frantic mind.
"And as you all know, the parents of such abominations are to be executed. We have already found the father's rotting body and praise the gods who have already shown their justice in allowing him to meet his doom in a such a gory fashion. Now this woman must also pay for her crimes against us all." With that, General Borala raised his hand to his men, who yanked on the end of the rope.
Kelinia's last thoughts, as she struggled for her final breaths, were of meeting Tamius and her babies in whatever afterlife there may be.
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"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Divatox shouted as she woke with a start. For a second she looked around her room. Then she sighed. "Not again." Ever since Visceron had appeared with that message for Dimitria, Divatox had been having disturbing nightmares that woke her in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, she could never remember what those nightmares were about.
For a few minutes, she twisted and turned under her black silk coverlet. Then, she threw it off and began pacing her bedchamber. "This is ridiculous," she growled to herself. "How am I supposed to defeat those accursed Rangers if I'm exhausted all the time? I've got to find out what's waking me up like that."
Suddenly, she stopped pacing. "Elgar!" she hollered as she slipped on a robe, "get in here now!"
"Yes, Auntie D." the bumbling goon rasped as he ran into his aunt's room. Several large, grayish-clear jellyfish were attached to him, the result of his latest "banishment" into the ocean.
"Don't tell me you've been sleeping with those on you, you idiot," Divatox sighed. "Get those stupid things off you, now. Uh, wait a minute." Gingerly, she picked one of the jellyfish up and put it into a tank in her room. "This will make an interesting monster. After all, waste not, want not."
"Ok, Auntie D." said Elgar as he began to tug the jellyfish off himself. Luckily, for him, he was immune to their poison. "Why did you call for me?"
"Fetch me my sleeping draught," she ordered. "And make sure to put in a generous amount of Grachnor liquor into it. I've got to get some sleep."
As Elgar left the bed chambers, he was collared by Rygog and Porto who led him down the corridor and out of Divatox's earshot. "Another nightmare?" queried Porto.
Elgar dumbly nodded his head. "Yeah, she don't look too good. I gotta get her a sleeping draught."
"Forget that," ordered Rygog. "Get in contact with Dr. Hazzooloo."
"The great hypnotist?"
"No, the great amoeba-brain," growled Rygog. "Just call him and tell him we have a patient who needs to be seen immediately, if not sooner. I refuse to drag into battle half-asleep again because of her nightly screams."
"Oh, I don't think she's going to like that," said Porto. "How will we ever get her there?"
Rygog flexed his muscles. "Oh, we'll get her there all right, and she'll thank us once her nightmares have ended."
TBC
