Issue One, Act Two
Gatherings
Scene Three
Ballroom of Monarchy
Beyond the double oak doors was a room which defined magnificence- a ballroom setting designed to comfort Monarchs and villains from all five galaxies of the universe. The floor was as wide as a football field, decored in marble black with white specks to symbolize outer space itself. The round walls were crimson red with numerous flags hanging down carrying the cog insignia of the Machine Empire, the serpent insignia of Lothor's ninjas. Other flags had a skull and crossbones to represent Divatox, dark protruding wings to symbolize Empress Bansheera and demons alike, a magic wand to showcase Empress Rita, and the all-too-familiar "Z" emblem of Emperor Zedd.
About a dozen tables were set up with golden-silk tablecloths, complimented by blood-red wooden chairs. Fake palm trees were abundant among the floor, some reaching eight feet high. The ceiling, however, reached heights of over twenty-three feet.
Preparing the delicacies for the evening was a tamed and quite well- mannered human-like pig creature who had just walked through the swinging kitchen door and placed a fresh plate of raw cookie dough and snake soufflé'. He wore an oversized red chef's hat over traditional Viking-style headgear, with a purple apron covering his pot belly. He treated arrangements as if Unagi Garenth himself would be feasting.
Several identical clay-bodied men took the food by their bumpy left hand and orderly took it to its destination. This particular order of roasted turkey with bile glaze was ushered to table number seven.
"Ah!" gleed Rita, putting away her crystal ball of darkness once seeing the Armani-suited foot soldier arriving.
The waiter first uncovered the turkey, which got Rita wide-eyed with delight. And for dessert, a second, smaller plate was unveiled. And in that was a full bottle of Bayer with Migraine relief.
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Outside, Goldar greeted a late arrival.
"Please state your last and first name," droned Goldar.
"Org, Master."
"Proceed."
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Gazing at the Armani tuxes, Lothor sat slumped over in his chair, sipping at his glass of high-protein turtle juice. He sighed at the suit he was wearing.
"Ya know, Zeddy" pretending to be long lost friends, "it says something about yourself when the suit you wear to the grandest of all conventions is only a replica of clay-brain waiters."
"Congratulations, Lothor. You perfectly underscored the point I was going to make."
"Hm?" replied Lothor, his left cheekbone sunk around his propped fist.
"Your priorities are questionable, to say the least. Back when I was in the game, nothing, and hear me closely Lothor, nothing...distracted me from my goals. If I were like you, a fool worrying about a fool's day, the powers of Ivan would have been lost to me forever. The Zeo Crystal would never have endowed me with the wisdom of which I possess today. Lothor, you have utterly wasted your reign as an Earthen ruler, and have disregarded everything symbolic to what the Dark Spector was about."
"So...that's...bad?"
"Fool!" shouted Zedd, rising from his chair and gaining the conference's attention. Then after a moment of thought, the Emperor sat back down calmly. "Just wait until...enjoy the evening, Lothor. That's all you need concern yourself with now."
"Ah, why didn't you say so? Server!"
Emperor Zedd excused himself from the table, muttering to himself something curiously inaudible to Lothor. As Zedd began to walk away, he brushed against a pair of fairly large gold-rimmed wings.
"My apologies, Diabolico," excused Zedd, turning his attentions to him.
"Yes...it's strange," commented the demon Monarch.
"Oh?"
"Though I can't see your mouth, I still know you're smiling grandly. I overheard your...delightful chat with our ninja friend."
"Diabolico, let's just say today is a grand day for those loyal to the cause of Dark Spector and Unagi."
"You know something. Tell me, Zedd." "This invasion...the Revolution, as Unagi likes to term it, will place back into respective some much-needed order among all our forces. It's time we all got what was coming to us- be that a place of prestige beside Unagi himself, or a swift spear through the head. Equity, my old friend...finally, she'll see the light of day! True even in regards to your Empress, and your demon armies."
"Bansheera," said King Diabolico, his tone was disgusted, "her thirst for power can never be satisfied. Not even the destruction of the Lightspeed Rangers was enough, she had to rip the life force from Lokai- the only true- hearted general remaining in her army, and a close friend of my own. Her wickedness serves no purpose to the likes of Unagi. I pray to Unagi that it be her head served at the next council meeting."
"You are truly my brethren. Your works and faiths have earned you the equity you shall receive. The Revolution will see to it."
"Yes...I have my doubts of this invasion. Why would Unagi need more forces from this Roarke Realm just for the Rangers? Something is amiss."
"Let us relax for now, old friend. Take a seat at my table. The band is up."
Diabolico took heed to Zedd's words, all of them. It bothered him inside about the secrecy of intentions. But Diabolico, a time-hardened warrior, kept all remaining concerns to himself, watching as Zedd disappeared amidst the growing crowds. He sat down at the table and found Lothor smiling like a buffoon. Diabolico sighed.
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Goldar got a sickening feeling upon being approached by the next arrival. Her bright red furs clashed with her blotchy make-up, her cape, which was red as hellfire itself, dragged on the ground. Jewelry was her armor. And as she came closer and closer to Goldar, her hips shifted more and more.
"Goldolf, darling! How have you been?" she leaned over Goldar's body as she spoke. Goldar's ability to hold in anger once again tested itself. "Haven't seen you in ages! Not that I would know, mind you, because I have, well, more important things to do in my time than mingly chit-chat with lowly-, oh, I mean, respected men such as yourself. Though I never really talk to many of you guys anymore."
"Probably because you're a self-centered, obsessive compulsive crybaby who nobody can stand. Just a thought, though."
"Oh, ah-ha-ha! Having a life is something you should really look into," she said, tapping Goldar's chest armor with her acrylic fingernails. "So...if you'd just scoochy on over to the right a little, that'd be simply marvelous. I should be on your little list. Divatox? Actually, I'm probably on top," chimed Divatox, tossing her head back a bit in laughter, "...just look on the top of the li-...no, I should be..."
Divatox was quick to what little patience she had to begin with. The search for her name spontaneously became unnerving.
"...What are you doing! Is this too much work for you? Are you stupid? Just look at the list!"
Divatox was now flailing her arms about as her chalkboard screeches confused Goldar. He couldn't tell whether she wanted in the conference, or if she was rehearsing for a huge drama club.
"The list! The- aaaaaaaaaah!"
Goldar, letting his sword drop on Divatox' foot, watched with satisfying delight as she stumbled around in screeching agony as she hopped on one foot while holding the other, that is, until she fell over the space balcony, sliding down Serpentara's nostril and propelling herself into space, where she was shortly vacuumed into a small black hole nearby. Goldar took out his pen.
"Divatox...no-show," wrote Goldar, lowly cackling as he crossed her name off the bare bottom of the guest list.
Gatherings
Scene Three
Ballroom of Monarchy
Beyond the double oak doors was a room which defined magnificence- a ballroom setting designed to comfort Monarchs and villains from all five galaxies of the universe. The floor was as wide as a football field, decored in marble black with white specks to symbolize outer space itself. The round walls were crimson red with numerous flags hanging down carrying the cog insignia of the Machine Empire, the serpent insignia of Lothor's ninjas. Other flags had a skull and crossbones to represent Divatox, dark protruding wings to symbolize Empress Bansheera and demons alike, a magic wand to showcase Empress Rita, and the all-too-familiar "Z" emblem of Emperor Zedd.
About a dozen tables were set up with golden-silk tablecloths, complimented by blood-red wooden chairs. Fake palm trees were abundant among the floor, some reaching eight feet high. The ceiling, however, reached heights of over twenty-three feet.
Preparing the delicacies for the evening was a tamed and quite well- mannered human-like pig creature who had just walked through the swinging kitchen door and placed a fresh plate of raw cookie dough and snake soufflé'. He wore an oversized red chef's hat over traditional Viking-style headgear, with a purple apron covering his pot belly. He treated arrangements as if Unagi Garenth himself would be feasting.
Several identical clay-bodied men took the food by their bumpy left hand and orderly took it to its destination. This particular order of roasted turkey with bile glaze was ushered to table number seven.
"Ah!" gleed Rita, putting away her crystal ball of darkness once seeing the Armani-suited foot soldier arriving.
The waiter first uncovered the turkey, which got Rita wide-eyed with delight. And for dessert, a second, smaller plate was unveiled. And in that was a full bottle of Bayer with Migraine relief.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Outside, Goldar greeted a late arrival.
"Please state your last and first name," droned Goldar.
"Org, Master."
"Proceed."
---------------------------------------------------------------
Gazing at the Armani tuxes, Lothor sat slumped over in his chair, sipping at his glass of high-protein turtle juice. He sighed at the suit he was wearing.
"Ya know, Zeddy" pretending to be long lost friends, "it says something about yourself when the suit you wear to the grandest of all conventions is only a replica of clay-brain waiters."
"Congratulations, Lothor. You perfectly underscored the point I was going to make."
"Hm?" replied Lothor, his left cheekbone sunk around his propped fist.
"Your priorities are questionable, to say the least. Back when I was in the game, nothing, and hear me closely Lothor, nothing...distracted me from my goals. If I were like you, a fool worrying about a fool's day, the powers of Ivan would have been lost to me forever. The Zeo Crystal would never have endowed me with the wisdom of which I possess today. Lothor, you have utterly wasted your reign as an Earthen ruler, and have disregarded everything symbolic to what the Dark Spector was about."
"So...that's...bad?"
"Fool!" shouted Zedd, rising from his chair and gaining the conference's attention. Then after a moment of thought, the Emperor sat back down calmly. "Just wait until...enjoy the evening, Lothor. That's all you need concern yourself with now."
"Ah, why didn't you say so? Server!"
Emperor Zedd excused himself from the table, muttering to himself something curiously inaudible to Lothor. As Zedd began to walk away, he brushed against a pair of fairly large gold-rimmed wings.
"My apologies, Diabolico," excused Zedd, turning his attentions to him.
"Yes...it's strange," commented the demon Monarch.
"Oh?"
"Though I can't see your mouth, I still know you're smiling grandly. I overheard your...delightful chat with our ninja friend."
"Diabolico, let's just say today is a grand day for those loyal to the cause of Dark Spector and Unagi."
"You know something. Tell me, Zedd." "This invasion...the Revolution, as Unagi likes to term it, will place back into respective some much-needed order among all our forces. It's time we all got what was coming to us- be that a place of prestige beside Unagi himself, or a swift spear through the head. Equity, my old friend...finally, she'll see the light of day! True even in regards to your Empress, and your demon armies."
"Bansheera," said King Diabolico, his tone was disgusted, "her thirst for power can never be satisfied. Not even the destruction of the Lightspeed Rangers was enough, she had to rip the life force from Lokai- the only true- hearted general remaining in her army, and a close friend of my own. Her wickedness serves no purpose to the likes of Unagi. I pray to Unagi that it be her head served at the next council meeting."
"You are truly my brethren. Your works and faiths have earned you the equity you shall receive. The Revolution will see to it."
"Yes...I have my doubts of this invasion. Why would Unagi need more forces from this Roarke Realm just for the Rangers? Something is amiss."
"Let us relax for now, old friend. Take a seat at my table. The band is up."
Diabolico took heed to Zedd's words, all of them. It bothered him inside about the secrecy of intentions. But Diabolico, a time-hardened warrior, kept all remaining concerns to himself, watching as Zedd disappeared amidst the growing crowds. He sat down at the table and found Lothor smiling like a buffoon. Diabolico sighed.
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Goldar got a sickening feeling upon being approached by the next arrival. Her bright red furs clashed with her blotchy make-up, her cape, which was red as hellfire itself, dragged on the ground. Jewelry was her armor. And as she came closer and closer to Goldar, her hips shifted more and more.
"Goldolf, darling! How have you been?" she leaned over Goldar's body as she spoke. Goldar's ability to hold in anger once again tested itself. "Haven't seen you in ages! Not that I would know, mind you, because I have, well, more important things to do in my time than mingly chit-chat with lowly-, oh, I mean, respected men such as yourself. Though I never really talk to many of you guys anymore."
"Probably because you're a self-centered, obsessive compulsive crybaby who nobody can stand. Just a thought, though."
"Oh, ah-ha-ha! Having a life is something you should really look into," she said, tapping Goldar's chest armor with her acrylic fingernails. "So...if you'd just scoochy on over to the right a little, that'd be simply marvelous. I should be on your little list. Divatox? Actually, I'm probably on top," chimed Divatox, tossing her head back a bit in laughter, "...just look on the top of the li-...no, I should be..."
Divatox was quick to what little patience she had to begin with. The search for her name spontaneously became unnerving.
"...What are you doing! Is this too much work for you? Are you stupid? Just look at the list!"
Divatox was now flailing her arms about as her chalkboard screeches confused Goldar. He couldn't tell whether she wanted in the conference, or if she was rehearsing for a huge drama club.
"The list! The- aaaaaaaaaah!"
Goldar, letting his sword drop on Divatox' foot, watched with satisfying delight as she stumbled around in screeching agony as she hopped on one foot while holding the other, that is, until she fell over the space balcony, sliding down Serpentara's nostril and propelling herself into space, where she was shortly vacuumed into a small black hole nearby. Goldar took out his pen.
"Divatox...no-show," wrote Goldar, lowly cackling as he crossed her name off the bare bottom of the guest list.