Title: Punk Protectors
Part Four: Plans
Author: Kryptonite
Disclaimer: The idea of Power Rangers itself belongs to Sabaan Entertainment and I'm using the *idea* for the basis of this. The characters are my own.
Spoilers: Not many since it's my own team
Summary: A month and a half since the rangers were given their powers, Max is still fighting for good, Buzzard and Atera make plans.
A/N: Well, I'm still updating but hey. I like the story. We get to see a tiny bit of both Atera and Buzzard. Hope you enjoy and please review. By the by, later on, Buzzard doesn't know for certain if Max is a he or she, only Atera knows. Thanks.
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" Fancy seeing you here." Adam teased as Max jumped into the fray without a suit or morpher to help her.
" Just fight." She called back. " This is the third monster attack in a month and a half. I've been to all four since you offered the rangers their powers. Don't worry. Not like anyone can recognize me."
Which was entirely true. Max had started wearing spandex black pants, shirt, and a black, plastic mask to cover her face and give her ultimate flexibility. The monster disappeared, as always, before they could defeat him.
" Still. You could get hurt."
" And so can you." She pointed out.
" It's different."
" How?" The other rangers decided not to interfere in the now usual argument.
" This is my job."
" Mine too."
" You aren't a ranger."
" So? You said it yourself, I shoulda been."
" Well 'shoulda' and 'are' are two different things." Frowning, Max walked away.
" Good going Adam. Now who ever talks to her is going to get hurt." Ben said, angry at how Max was reacting to not being a ranger.
'It's not like she didn't have a choice. She decided to walk away from everything and now she was being stubborn and trying to get it back,' Ben rationalized.
" She'll be fine. We better get back to Command." The five teleported from the fight scene just as people started to pop their heads out to decide whether or not they could investigate.
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" Aunt Helen, I'm home!" Max called, walking in the back door as usual.
" Good. You have a message by the phone. I'm going out tonight."
" But-" Max cried, desperate to not be alone.
" No buts. I've been planning this date for a month now. I'm going." Aunt Helen said firmly, walking into the kitchen while trying to put one of her earrings on.
" Yes ma'am." Max mumbled before walking up to her room.
" Your message!" Helen tried before she heard Max shut her door with a resounding slam. " Girl needs an attitude adjustment."
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" I almost have it working."
" Good for you." Adam mumbled from his position on his back.
" Come on. Just because I deactivated your viewer is no reason for you to be all grumpy. You were spying."
" What do you care?" Adam continued to leave the dejected tone in his voice, determined not to give in.
" She's a human being with free will. What would dad say? How would she react?"
" Dad would say exactly what you're saying without trying or caring to find out why and she's been worse the past few weeks because I haven't known what nights she's up and prowling the streets."
" All right." Jacob sat down on the bed after making Adam scoot over. " Why?"
" No."
" Hey, I'm just trying to find out why you're spying."
" I'm not gonna tell you. Now get out."
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" Perfect plan, my queen."
" Of course it is you nitwit. Now start working on that morpher. I want it done soon."
" Of course my queen." Atera stood glowering at her viewing globe watching Max pace back and forth through the streets of Beech Heights.
" Soon, I'll have my *own* ranger to work for me. Soon." Atera stood still a little longer and then went looking for something to kick around.
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" What are her plans?"
" Well-"
" Well nothing! You said the bug worked. Now tell me what the miserable space witch is planning!" Buzzard thundered at the already cowering lackey.
" She's planning on turning that rogue fighter to her side by offering her, uh him a morpher."
" What else?" He was stroking his chin, thinking, more like trying to think, of a way to stop Atera's plans from working.
" That's it milord. She simply told her hired creator to make her a morpher for the fighter as soon as possible."
'She has a good creator, probably costs a fortune. He'll be done soon.'
" Good work."
" Thank you milord." The informant bobbed his way out of the throne room, leaving Buzzard alone in relative silence.
" That just might work. Good plan Atera, but you forgot one thing." Pressing a few buttons, Buzzard started laughing. A strange purple electric ray shot towards the Earth, more specifically, towards Max. " You have to alter her memory first."
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Max was hit straight on by the ray. Dropping to her knees in agony, Max slowly recovered enough to stand. Her eyes shone with a strange light. She straightened and walked slowly back to her house.
'Not possible!' A small laugh left Max's lips as she slipped in the backdoor and into her room.
Part Four: Plans
Author: Kryptonite
Disclaimer: The idea of Power Rangers itself belongs to Sabaan Entertainment and I'm using the *idea* for the basis of this. The characters are my own.
Spoilers: Not many since it's my own team
Summary: A month and a half since the rangers were given their powers, Max is still fighting for good, Buzzard and Atera make plans.
A/N: Well, I'm still updating but hey. I like the story. We get to see a tiny bit of both Atera and Buzzard. Hope you enjoy and please review. By the by, later on, Buzzard doesn't know for certain if Max is a he or she, only Atera knows. Thanks.
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" Fancy seeing you here." Adam teased as Max jumped into the fray without a suit or morpher to help her.
" Just fight." She called back. " This is the third monster attack in a month and a half. I've been to all four since you offered the rangers their powers. Don't worry. Not like anyone can recognize me."
Which was entirely true. Max had started wearing spandex black pants, shirt, and a black, plastic mask to cover her face and give her ultimate flexibility. The monster disappeared, as always, before they could defeat him.
" Still. You could get hurt."
" And so can you." She pointed out.
" It's different."
" How?" The other rangers decided not to interfere in the now usual argument.
" This is my job."
" Mine too."
" You aren't a ranger."
" So? You said it yourself, I shoulda been."
" Well 'shoulda' and 'are' are two different things." Frowning, Max walked away.
" Good going Adam. Now who ever talks to her is going to get hurt." Ben said, angry at how Max was reacting to not being a ranger.
'It's not like she didn't have a choice. She decided to walk away from everything and now she was being stubborn and trying to get it back,' Ben rationalized.
" She'll be fine. We better get back to Command." The five teleported from the fight scene just as people started to pop their heads out to decide whether or not they could investigate.
~~~~~
" Aunt Helen, I'm home!" Max called, walking in the back door as usual.
" Good. You have a message by the phone. I'm going out tonight."
" But-" Max cried, desperate to not be alone.
" No buts. I've been planning this date for a month now. I'm going." Aunt Helen said firmly, walking into the kitchen while trying to put one of her earrings on.
" Yes ma'am." Max mumbled before walking up to her room.
" Your message!" Helen tried before she heard Max shut her door with a resounding slam. " Girl needs an attitude adjustment."
~~~~~
" I almost have it working."
" Good for you." Adam mumbled from his position on his back.
" Come on. Just because I deactivated your viewer is no reason for you to be all grumpy. You were spying."
" What do you care?" Adam continued to leave the dejected tone in his voice, determined not to give in.
" She's a human being with free will. What would dad say? How would she react?"
" Dad would say exactly what you're saying without trying or caring to find out why and she's been worse the past few weeks because I haven't known what nights she's up and prowling the streets."
" All right." Jacob sat down on the bed after making Adam scoot over. " Why?"
" No."
" Hey, I'm just trying to find out why you're spying."
" I'm not gonna tell you. Now get out."
~~~~~
" Perfect plan, my queen."
" Of course it is you nitwit. Now start working on that morpher. I want it done soon."
" Of course my queen." Atera stood glowering at her viewing globe watching Max pace back and forth through the streets of Beech Heights.
" Soon, I'll have my *own* ranger to work for me. Soon." Atera stood still a little longer and then went looking for something to kick around.
~~~~~
" What are her plans?"
" Well-"
" Well nothing! You said the bug worked. Now tell me what the miserable space witch is planning!" Buzzard thundered at the already cowering lackey.
" She's planning on turning that rogue fighter to her side by offering her, uh him a morpher."
" What else?" He was stroking his chin, thinking, more like trying to think, of a way to stop Atera's plans from working.
" That's it milord. She simply told her hired creator to make her a morpher for the fighter as soon as possible."
'She has a good creator, probably costs a fortune. He'll be done soon.'
" Good work."
" Thank you milord." The informant bobbed his way out of the throne room, leaving Buzzard alone in relative silence.
" That just might work. Good plan Atera, but you forgot one thing." Pressing a few buttons, Buzzard started laughing. A strange purple electric ray shot towards the Earth, more specifically, towards Max. " You have to alter her memory first."
~~~~~
Max was hit straight on by the ray. Dropping to her knees in agony, Max slowly recovered enough to stand. Her eyes shone with a strange light. She straightened and walked slowly back to her house.
'Not possible!' A small laugh left Max's lips as she slipped in the backdoor and into her room.