Triskull ran into his chamber, Dara Dara at his heels begging him to reconsider what he was going to do. He and Dara Dara had just gotten through a meeting with their brother who had returned in a fuming fury so great that even Rita, his own daughter, couldn't calm him down. Triskull had meant to tell his brother about seeing Dione but he had never gotten the chance because his brother had teleported out so fast with a medium-sized group of Tengas with him. He had returned with none of the Tengas, his scepter had plenty of nicks on it and he was sweated and breathing heavily, not out of exhaustion but out of shock from the events that had taken place just a short ten minutes before.
"Dione is alive!" Master Vile had spat out at last after five minutes of walking around in a circle swinging his scepter to and fro. "Dione is alive and my children are not safe!"
"What do you mean Dione is alive?" Dara Dara had asked. "And Rito and Rita are safe, Rito's..."
"Dione flew at me when I was about to collect Angel and started to attack me." Master Vile had near yelled. "And Rita, Rito and Angel are not safe! Angel had a wound on her abdomen that is bleeding, Dione did that I bet! Blast that bitch!"
Triskull had been very delicate in coming forward and saying that he had injured Angel, Master Vile had looked at him for a long time then had punched him in the face before going back to his pacing, saying that none of his children were safe with Dione being on Earth. Dara Dara had been very confused and had asked how Dione was still alive, which had gotten a very violent reaction from their brother.
"I don't know!" he had thrown books, glasses and anything else in the chamber that they were in to the floor. Glass littered the floor, paper that was shredded then Master Vile blew from his mouth a shoot of flame that set the area in front of him on fire, it had been promptly put out afterwards. "All I know is she is alive and here! She used Angel as a shield against me! Do you know what that means?"
Dara Dara remembered well, as did Triskull, how dangerous Dione was. Dione was, in every sense of the word, crazy. Their father had fathered her, and Azone, through a ten-year courtship with their mother, Agola, until he had met and then married their mother, Irka. That had infuriated Agola greatly, and she had started training both of her children in everything, which included the arts of fighting and dark magic. Dione had been given the chance to go to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic, as had her sister, and they had gone for ten years before being expelled for unruly behavior. They had next been sent to Goddard Academy and after they were expelled from there they were sent to a special military and all girls school called Reinhart Academy of Sorcery for Girls. They had been schooled hard there, learning everything. Their father, KurukVile Surfeit, and mother had been at their graduation ceremony but both Dione and Azone had thrown such a fit and ruckus that they had been dismissed, that had near severed their father's last nerve with his two oldest children, and surely enough he had Master Vile to deal with at home, who was just barely out of diapers. They hadn't heard much of Dione, or her sister Azone, for many years until Master Vile decided to take over their home planet. It was then that Dione raised an army, a large army, and Azore had followed in her footsteps with her own army against their brother. There had been heavy casualties on both sides, it had finally ended when Azore had been captured and Dione had practically handed herself over in fear for her sister. Master Vile had not been happy in the least when both had been presented and then thrown at his feet, and had been named as the two top generals. He had taken one of their lives, and threatened the other with a lifetime of captivity and torture.
Master Vile had dismissed all of them after the fire had been put out, he had walked off to his bedroom chamber to see how Rito was. Triskull had run off down the hallway, Dara Dara at his elbow asking him what he thought. He had told her what he thought and then had added something that had stopped her in her tracks.
"I'm calling pop." Triskull had said. "Master Vile can deal with Dione, I have full faith in that. But with Dione and Angel at the same time... we have no idea if Angel is working for Dione or not. Pop needs to know."
"What?" Dara Dara had screamed then ran up back to his elbow, grabbing at him and trying to stop him from going forward. "Our father disowned Vile! He doesn't know we've been in contact with him! Our brother hates our father! You can't do that!"
"For our brother, and for Angel, yes I can." Triskull had replied.
So, with the act of throwing his doors open then swiftly closing them, then turning around to find that his sister had slid in before he had a chance to lock her outside, he trudged on glumly. He went to a chair and sat on it, he took out a one-piece ear phone and put it on. He next pulled out a keyboard and started punching in coördinates, a series of numbers for the M51 Galaxy, his home planet or Gamma-Vile and then his parents phone number. There was a long series of ringing until, after what felt like forever his father picked up. As he sent his greetings he punched a button which pulled the live image of their father up on a screen that had green energized spirals around it.
"I have not heard from you two in quite a while now," their father said. "tell me, how are you? What have you been up to these past ten years?"
"Has it been that long daddy?" Dara Dara asked, she faked her shock by placing her hand over her mouth. "We're sorry!"
"Ah now you two have probably been very busy." their father brushed his hand across the screen. "Any grandkids yet?"
Grandchildren, or as their mother said it granbiddies, was one hot subject for their father and mother. They wanted grandchildren bad and neither Triskull or Dara Dara was interested in having them and, they had no idea that they did have grandchildren. They knew that Master Vile had married, but they didn't know that his first wife had given birth to a daughter then, after two hundred years, had died giving birth to a son, and they had no idea about Master Vile remarrying after a few hundred years, divorcing after his second wife had committed adultery then had had an affair with an Earth woman and fathered a child through her. Triskull was sure that his father, and mother if she was in earshot of their conversation, would be shocked with the news that he had to tell them.
"Well... not through us, at least." Triskull swallowed hard, his arm hurt him from being squeezed by Dara Dara. "But, you do have grandchildren."
"Granbiddies!" they heard a feminine voice say excitedly. "Who has granbiddies!"
"Hi mom!" Triskull and Dara Dara said together.
"Well, who does?" their father asked, he had his arm held out of range, probably holding his wife back. "Who has them cute grandkids?"
"Vile, dad." Triskull's stomach dropped and got bone-fish chilly. "Master Vile has three."
It stormed for almost a week, but not a drop of water fell into the shielded camp which was a relief for the civilians inside. Angel, despite being still very badly hurt, but healing slowly but surely, was busy being in two places at once. Her father's ship being so close made her uneasy, so she had opened a ledge in the Earth and had walked the caves to the exiting ledge. On the exiting end of the ledge was a clearing which she was cleaning out of trees, bushes and rocks and flattening the Earth as she walked in preparation of all of the people in the camp that was so close to her father. In a weeks time she had cleared five hundred miles and had flattened seven hundred and fifty, if she hadn't been so injured she would have been able to clear it all in under a day and have the people moved. In all, it took her another week and a half to finish it.
"Alright all, elderly and women and children first." Angel said, she wiped her hands on the back of her jeans. "Men, calm yourselves down, you're not going to break any balls or anything. You'll be over to the other camp here soon."
Kat and Aisha led the elderly in first, when they returned Angel had the next group waiting which was women with children. They went back and forth for some hours then Jason and Tommy took over for them so that they could get some rest. It went like that for three days, Tommy and Jason led a group, then Kat and Aisha would lead the next a few hours later with Adam and Billy taking over for them after they had a few hours in of leading. Angel let the Rangers rest on the forth day and took over leading groups of people to the new camp. She worked through lunch hour up to ten when the moon and stars were out sending their bright white lights down on the dark sky.
"Only half of the camp's residence have been moved." Adam sighed. "A bit too slow of a process if you ask me."
"Would you rather have panic and a lot of injuries?" Angel snapped at him. "It's better this way, no hysterics involved and less stress."
"Make several tunnels and have three teams lead people into the new camp." Adam hissed at her.
"You want to have the camp defenseless?" Angel eyed Adam from the top of her glass of tea. "That'll just leave two of us behind," Angel responded. "and those two who will be left to guard the camp will be tired and not fully able to fight if something does occur."
The next morning Angel meant to lead another few groups to the new camp but, instead, she found Tommy and Jason doing her job. When she asked them what they were doing they responded with giving you a break before heading off with the group that was ready to go. This proved to be a good idea because, fifteen minutes after the last person in their three hundred person group disappeared into the tunnel, the ground suddenly started to shake, rattle and roll more violently than when Master Vile had arrived on Earth.
"What the hell!" Angel exclaimed. "Don't tell me my father ordered some other ship here!"
"Wouldn't put it against him if he did." Kat yelled, she was on the ground on her hands and knees, her hands clutching at the soil to keep from rolling over to the side.
The ground didn't just crack, it split the shaking was so violent! Angel threw her arms sideways at an angle, a group of people who had been tottering on the edge of Earth that had just split from the camp disappeared under a slate of ground that she had turned over. She repeated this move many more times, dust and dirt and rocks flew up into the air, there were people screaming in terror all around her. Angel started to run, as she ran she threw her arms, which were kept at ninety degree angles, to both sides of her body making the Earth under the people who were still in the camp flip over. She made sure that the civilians who she flipped under the slabs of Earth were flipped to the other camp. The camp's residency grew smaller and smaller until a scant three hundred remained, mostly men. She was turning, getting ready to flip another slab of Earth that had five young men on top of it, when the sun was blotted out. She looked up.
Whatever this ship was, it was huge! Bigger than her father's and that made her skin go cold. It was a metallic silver in color with a gruesome skull that was in the middle of the coil, the skull was as white as an eggshell with two black soulless eyes that stared out. The mouth was closed but the teeth were very seeable. The teeth were rotten, a yucky green and yellow in color, two canine teeth on the top row of teeth sparkled with gold dust. There were gray bars that held the skull in place in four places. As she looked at the ship she noticed that it was lowering, She had just blinked her eyes when the ship's coiled hull touched the shield, sending a series of sparks from the shield before the shield that she had put up with her magic canceled out. The green shield didn't lower like a normal cancellation of a shield that was conjured up with magic, it just dissipated. There was no one underneath of the ship, thankfully, but when the ship touched down it sent up clods of dirt and rocks and a great amount of dust. Many of the rocks and dirt clods struck Angel in the face, cutting into the flesh of her cheeks, forehead and chin.
Master Vile was literally rolled out of his cot, he jumped up in the nick of time to grab Rito who was near about to fall out of his, Master Vile's, bed. Rito moaned weakly in surprise and pain before falling back to sleep. Master Vile simply placed him back on his bed gently. When he turned around he ran to his burrough and grabbed his robe, his cape and his shoulder guards which he had placed on the top, all the while yelling to his family who were all yelling, or in Rita's case screaming, in their bedroom chambers to calm down, that he would take care of things. While on the way out he grabbed his black shoes and socks, he was slipping his shoes on when he left his ship. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the figure that was leaving the ship, a Gamma-Vile vehicle called the SkuCoil.
"Not the being I wanted to see this early in the morning." KurukVile Surfeit, his father, said.