The past day in the mega ship seemed like a dream to everyone. None of them could believe what had happened. It was still a shock to everyone. Ashley was badly injured and it didn't look to good for her. Not only do they have the CellBorgs to worry about, but now they had Steelix and Jen to be concerned with. Although Steelix had made it clear all he wanted was Jen, that still didn't take away any fear or concern they held towards him. Including Jen. She was no longer, the Jen they once knew. Eric had been walking around like a zombie for the last day. He didn't look like he was getting much sleep, compared to the little sleep each of them got each night. None of them had gone back out to search out the CellBorgs, at least not until they figured out a plan that could help defeat the CellBorgs. Andros had been keeping his distance from everyone spending every waking moment with Ashley or working on the weapon, for Eric to take care of Jen, if it came down to that.
Billy and Ryan were running a scan over the planet with the mega ships computers trying to see if they could find any way of possibly getting the sun to shine here. The two stood watching as the results printed out. Billy took the results and began reading over them. His cousin Ryan stood behind him. "Well, anything?" asked Ryan. Billy sighed as he put the results back down on the table.
"According to the results that purple greenish gas that surround the planet. It blocks away the sun. And right now I have no way of getting rid of it," Billy sighed biting his lip. They were running out of time. The longer they were here the less likely they would win. And it would only be a mater of time before the CellBorgs logged onto a ship being here. Although these CellBorgs were not as smart as the ones they had fought almost a year ago, that didn't mean they weren't dangerous.
"What about when the backup ship comes. It's smaller. Could you possibly find a way to vaporize the gas with it?" Billy thought about it for a moment.
"I wouldn't even begin to know how to vaporize it," Billy sighed as he pulled out the necklace he wore around his neck with a piece of the light crystal hanging on it. "But she must of given me this for a reason……..There has to be a way. I just don't know what it is, yet," Billy sighed. He felt frustrated and down. In the past he had always come up with way to solve their problems, but now he was finding it difficult. Ryan could see this was very hard on Billy. It was hard on all of them.
"You'll think of something. It's just going to take time is all," Ryan patted Billy on the shoulder.
"Time is something we don't have," Ryan nodded his head knowing that was true. Sooner or later they would have to go back out again, with or without a light source.
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Zhane was in the control room contacting Karone to inform her of what was happening. His face was sad and uneasy. He felt sick to his stomach. He wasn't sure where to begin. The screen clicked on and Karone appeared on the screen. She looked so beautiful and happy, that Zhane did not want to inform her of what had happen. Knowing it would hurt her. "Zhane I was beginning worry. It's been a few days," Zhane did not respond right away. How could he just throw all of this on her all at once? That was when Karone noticed the struggle in Zhane facial emotions. Something was wrong. Something bad had happened. "What happened?" she asked franticly. Zhane gulped in, and bit his lip. He sighed heavily.
"You might want to sit down for this," Karone then knew whatever happened was not good. Slowly she began to take a seat in the chair behind her. And listen closely as Zhane explained to her what had happened.
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The room had been silent for the last half hour. It had been like that even since Chad and Kelsey contacted them, informing them they needed a two man back up team sent. They wouldn't say why, but from the sound of their depressed and uneasy voices. Something bad had happened. Dana, Carter, Joel, Angel and Captain Mitchell all sat around the table in the conference room. No one had made anything sound at all, including Joel's and Angels infant daughter. Everyone knew it would be up to Joel and Carter to go, besides Dana they were the only able rangers in the room, in fact if you didn't count Dana they were the only rangers. Carter had kept his head down not making eye contact with anyone. He still was determined not to go on the mission, with the fear he could be killed leaving Dana and his own born child alone. Carter remembered how hard it was growing up without having his father there, knowing he had died in the line of duty. He didn't want that to happen to his child. Dana could see that Carter was struggling she sighed heavily, taking his hand in hers and rubbing gently. Dana looked at her father sadly, tears showing in her eyes. What were they supposed to do? Captain Mitchell sighed heavily. He had hoped this wouldn't happen, but part of him always knew it would.
Joel held his infant daughter in his arms, as he looked down into her sweet innocent face he knew he could leave her. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to forget that Chad and Kelsey had contacted them. Angela, who was growing tired of this silence, knew she would have to be the one to stand up and take control of this. She kicked Joel in the leg hard. Joel looked at her, with a type of look saying 'what the heck was that for'? She gave him a stern hard look, a look he knew all to well. Joel returned with a protested pouting look, knowing where this was going. "But…." Again she gave that stern look. Angela knew this mission was important if the CellBorgs were taken care of there, they would end up coming here. Joel sighed. He knew he wasn't going to win this one. He looked at her nodding his head finally giving in. Joel looked back down at his daughter and smiled briefly at her sleeping face. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the cheek. With a deep breath and a lot of courage, he looked up to face Captain Mitchell. "I'll go,"
"Are you sure Joel?" asked Captain Mitchell. He would not force Joel to go. Joel licked his lips, and nodded his head.
"Yeah. If those bolt brains don't get stopped there. They'll end up coming back here. I can't let that happen," Joel turned to look at his wife and gave a smile. Angela smiled back at him. Captain Mitchell nodded his head, now all they needed was someone to go with Joel. He hadn't meant to, but his eyes fell on Carter. But what other choice did he have?
Carter felt the Captains eyes staring right at him. Carter knew he should go, but he just couldn't bring himself to leave. With a heavy heart, had would have to decline once again. Maybe if things were different? Maybe if he wasn't married? Had a child on the way? "I'm sorry sir, but I just can't," Captain Mitchell nodded his head seeming to understand. He didn't have the heart to force Carter to go.
"Okay. Okay, will find someone else to join Joel,"
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Wes was in his hospital bed eating his lunch, which looked revolting to him. He had nasty green jell-o, mash potato's that looked like they were days old and a dry piece of chicken. "And I thought Jen's cookies were bad," Wes thought to himself as he took a bite of the chicken, having to use his left hand, which wasn't easy. Wes made a face that his father found amusing. It was a type of look a small child would give when their parents forced them to eat something they didn't like.
"And to think I thought you would grow out of that," smiled Collins. Wes just gave his father a dirty look.
"Come on dad, can't you go and pick something up for me to eat? This stuff taste terrible," complained Wes. Collins laughed. He was finding it quite amusing to see Wes acting like a small child, yet again Wes always acts childish.
"Now Wes, you know what the doctor said," Wes gave a pouting look.
"Dad, come on. I have broken ribs and a banged up shoulder, that doesn't mean I can't eat food that tastes good," Collins laughed.
"Alright. I'll call Philips and ask him on his way here to pick you up something,"
"Thanks. Oh you better make it finger food. I haven't quite got my left hand under control to take over for my right hand," Wes's right arm was still in a sling and would have to be for at least six or so weeks. Collins started to grab for his cell phone.
"Anything else?" Wes was about to answer when the cell phone began to rang. Collins answered it. Wes turned back to look at his revolting food and began to play around with his jell-o. It wasn't like he had anything better to do. Collins started to give his son a disapproving look, but decided to leave it at that.
"Collins here…..William?"
That's when the phone conversation got Wes's attention. William was Captain Mitchell. It had been at light speed where Jen and the others took off into space.
"They have?" A concerned look crossed Collins face. ".I see…….No I don't have their numbers to reach them, but I believe Wes should know," Collins put his finger over the receiver of his cell phone. "Wes, do you know Kimberly Oliver's or Adam Parks phone number?" Wes thought about it for a moment. Why would Captain Mitchell want to get a hold of Kim and Adam? Unless. Wes quickly reached over ignoring the pain in his chest and took his fathers cell phone right out of his hands with his left hand, before Collins even had time to react.
"Captain Mitchell. It's Wes. What going? No answer. Wes then started putting pieces together. They need help. "They need help don't they?"
"Wes. What are you doing? Give me back the phone," yelled his father knowing very well what his son was after. Wes ignored his father.
"No! Look I'll be fine. I'm going and that's final!" Wes then ended the phone call before Captain Mitchell had time to respond.
"WESLEY! You are in no condition to go anywhere, yet alone travel to another planet," scolded his father. Wes turned to look at his father. He knew his father was concerned and was right. Wes knew he was in no condition to travel to another planet, plus face off with the CellBorgs. But.
"Dad. I have to," pleaded Wes. Collins shook his head. He didn't want his son to leave. It would be too dangerous.
"But, son…."
Wes cut his father off. "Dad. She needs me. Please. I have to do this," Collins looked into his sons pleading eyes. He knew his son loved Jen more then anything. With a heavy sigh, he gave in.
"Alright son. Alright, I'll talk to the doctors," Wes nodded his head and gave his father a thankful smile.
"Thanks," Collins didn't respond only nodded his head. He didn't want Wes to go, but the look on Wes's face. He didn't have the heart to tell his son, he couldn't. He knew his son was very concerned about Jen ever since he had woken up out of his coma.