So. Been a while. Many apologies for leaving you guys hanging. Thank you for your continued reading!
Kit.
(don't own. Really, really don't)
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Some times that moment of action can lead to devastation consequences. And sometimes it can lead to greater understanding of people and things.
Thus in the search and rescue of the Mystic Mother, the Mega Force Rangers got an excellent opportunity. One that would haunt them for a long time to come.
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In the forest on the edge of town, there stood a very recent clearing, the land blasted clean of all vegetation, leaving dirt and rock for quite a ways. There now was Goldar. Having successfully taken the Mystic Mother from her chambers, he now waited for the newest iteration of Rangers to come for him.
He was not disappointed.
The crunching of travel through trees was the first giveaway. Turning only slightly with his prize in one hand, he faced the direction of the sounds. Soon enough voices filled the air.
"Are you sure we are going the right way?" a soft female voice filtered through the trees. One Goldar had heard before. Recently. He smiled, fangs on display, at the tentative sound.
"Yea, if I'm reading this right he should be just up ahead. In the clearing we made not too long ago." The response was a firm. The speaker was closer to him but not by much. Traveling faster than a normal person could hope to, but slower than a transformed ranger, they were coming ever closer.
"Are we going in like this?" Closer still. A low but gleeful grumble built in his chest. The golden wings fluttered in anticipation.
"Emma has a point dude." A new male voice, did all the rangers decide to show up this time? Excellent! Finster's plan would be much easier if he could get all of them together.
"I still do not understand this transformation that you have been describing." At that, greater glee filled Goldar. The movement sounds stopped but the voices continued.
"Yaga, it is difficult to describe. Just as we do not understand your sisters being caged inside you, this is something you will have to see to understand."
So Baba Yaga has come to play as well? Perhaps she should be the focus of the attack. Of the individuals present she would be the biggest hitch in the plan. Had Finster been aware of the required separation of the Yaga sisters, this current slowdown would not be an issue. Yes, Witch Yaga first, then the yellow ranger so he could finish what he started on the moon. After that, perhaps he would use the piece of Greenteeth he gathered upon her defeat, steel the lives from some of them. Maybe follow through with using one or two as energy sources as well. So many plans so little time.
"You can do what you like to this Goldar freak. My focus is the Mystic Mother. She was lost for so long, and now that we have her back I will not let her be lost to this animal or its master again. Lance and I can focus on her if the six of you want to take a crack at the thing holding her."
Hmmm that could pose a slight problem. Abbigail Faye was a prominent Necromancer. And Lance Light Walker was powerful with Physical Magic. Perhaps, a new tactic was called for. Movement started up again, gaining speed. Close enough now to tell how many where coming, eight sets for footsteps raced towards Goldar's current location. Breaking free of the trees came six power rangers and three extras. All eight froze in horror at the sight before them.
Framed by twisted blackened trees and his own golden wings, Goldar stood with the crown of the Mystic Mother in one hand and a wicked smirk across his face. A scrying pool sat off to his left, the limp form next to it a dead giveaway. His voice was a deep rumble that cut the air around him.
"Hello Rangers. So good of you to come."
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Troy Burrows had seen many things in his time as a power ranger. He saw the rise and fall of the armada, an army or rangers answer the call to arms to protect the earth, he saw a pirate ship fly through space, and a sentient metal lion. He fought battles that seemed unending and faced the possibility of not making it to the end of the war. He had spoken with other rangers and felt the joy and sorrow of watching his friends do battle. He had helped save the world.
Nothing had prepared him for this. The sight of the Mystic Mother unconscious on the ground froze him. The five rangers with him stood in shocked silence. In that moment Goldar struck. Lance launched himself forward, his left arm lit up with his magic, taking the strike that would have taken Troy's head off. The moment broke and everyone moved. With the powers of the fallen witches at his disposal it did not take long for silence to turn to pandemonium.
"Emma! Noah! Defense, don't let him hit you, or us if you can help it! Gia, a little bit of good luck would go a long way right now! Jake, Orion let's give him something to think about! Abby! Can you scry from here? Yaga! Protect the Mystic Mother!" no one questioned the red ranger. Walls of energy sprang up, hemming in the golden beast. Gia stood slightly to one side, her own energy rising and causing mayhem in Goldar's magic. Jake and Orion joined Troy on the offensive, skidding through the mess of magic and attempting to do some actual damage.
It wasn't enough. Goldar turned, seeing his prize escape through the scrying basin, Yaga standing firm between him and his pervious goal. The furious roar shorted out magical attacks momentarily and broke the connection with the council. Lance stumbled as a spear of water struck him under his guard. Not to kill but to distract, as his defense of Abby and Gia faltered. Both quickly fell to the rage fueled attacks, too tied up in the working to properly escape. The others pulled back momentarily. And then Yaga screamed. The raw uncontrolled power ripped into her, pulling from her, the two sisters she had contained so long ago. Where one had stood, three smoking bodies raised heads to the sky . Looking simaler but not identical, they wavered for a moment, before screaming; one in defeat, the others in victory.
Abby hauled herself up off the ground, Lance following moments later but Goldar was gone. The two new Yaga sisters gone with him.
"that, I don't think that went as planned."
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Finster admired his new trophy, the bent golden crown Goldar returned with him. Looking up he spotted the Yaga Sisters and the insane cackling took on a slightly manic edge.
"you have two days to begin you work against the rangers. No more. I will not be taken for a fool again, like you sister did." Twin expressions of dark glee reflected back. The elder spoke for both.
"that will not be a problem."
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Two days saw some very skittish rangers and one exhausted protector up at dawn to work on some personal defense; both magical and otherwise.
High above them, two women began a plan to distract the rangers. Faint silver powder caught the wind, brushing the six people below. No one noticed it right away. Soft chuckling was all that was left moments later. Phase two would begin in the morning.
